Eli was about to speak, but stopped himself. He would let the Skulker talk, he had promised himself that much. But he was rapidly losing patience with its continuos lamentations.
The giant stopped talking as it sensed that the Archangel of Creation was about to speak. When no words came forth, it bowed its head again, readying to deliver its request to Eli. For a couple of seconds it dwelled on how odd it was to no longer feel. There should be fear, dread and shame, it thought. It was on its knees in front of the Archangel who created it, but it felt very little. Only the throbbing emptiness where it heart had once lived.
The silence between Father and Fallen Child spread out, engulfing them both. It was as if they were standing on opposite shores of an ocean where the waters were the numb hollowness that often follows grief. Eli desperately wanted his wayward child to reach out, to do what it should have done all those ages ago. He wanted to tell it, but he too is bid not to try to push Destiny. All he could do was to remain silent and listen for what he already knew would be the Skulker's request, while equal measures of anger, disappointment and grief boiled within.
"Please, Father..." It raised its head again, looking into the ancient eyes of Creation one last time. "Will you unmake me? Undo the bindings holding my Forces together, so that they may return to the Symphony to be cleansed of my corrruption. Make something new from them, Father. Something beautiful and clean and bright. Please?" it pleaded with a firm voice, barely louder than a whisper.
The dull, hollow ache was even now spreading and filling it more and more. Eli also felt that ache within himself. Fallen and wayward and lost, this one was still his child.
"Please, Father. Something of beauty to erase the memory of me. I made such poor use of the Forces you gave me. Take them back. Clean them if you can. Unmake me."
"Is this Truly what you want, Lost One?" Eli asked, voice grave and commanding. The giant nodded, never letting its eyes waver from the Archangel's. "Very well. Stand up Elanore." The Skulker did as it was bid, emptiness devouring it. "Forgive me, Father. I knew exactly what I did," it murmured. Then it closed its eyes and spread its hands in a gesture of utter submission.
Sensing the Truth of Elanore, the Lord of Creation sighed. "I forgive you, my child. Goodbye." And with that, Eli gave the Skulker the kiss of Destruction. The giant gasped as its forces started to unravel, its last word a whispered "Beauty," its former Master could barely make out.
As the last two Forces parted and was caught just like the others in the grand, shining wings of Creation, Elanore the Giant became but a memory; its Forces disbanded and cleansed in its Archangel's feathers.
Eli wept.