syonidv

The thing stepped cautiously into the thin light, revealing to the interlocutor its feral eyes and jagged, inhuman maw.

"Virgil," It said coldly, taking an imposing step forward, "to honour the philosopher who led Dante through the nine circles of hell.

"And 'Syonid'. My name. My-"
It paused, sighing deeply and closing its eyes. When it opened them again suddenly, they were filled with even more malevolence than before.
"My name to bear. 'The inevitable sky', in a language now dead."