Quietus Part 1 Author: Allen Lucas
I think that if there
were a God, there would be less evil on this earth. I believe that if
evil exists here below, then either it was willed by God or it was
beyond His powers to prevent it. Now I cannot bring myself to fear a God
who is either spiteful or weak. I defy Him without fear and care not a
fig for his thunderbolts. ~ Marquis de Sade
Ye Fallen One
Space
On
Route to the Recién
Llegado Colony,
Mariposa
Zagam sat in the pilots seat of the
ship waiting. He rubbed his thumb across his middle and index finger in
anxiety. The speed of these
He looked behind him once again to Sarah O’Conner. When he had
his unit active he had scanned her. Surprisingly enough it gave him a
unique result. Before when he was the weak being known as Jason he had
chanced upon a female known as Fiona. Fiona and he were married after a
bit of a rather boring lulling. However, as Zagam well knew, events
never quite preceded the same between these different dimensions. He
knew she contained none of his genetic code within her. However, her
looks, it was a dead giveaway. Sarah was the daughter of this universes
Fiona and another man, but she bore the last name he once bore in
childish days. He would investigate further, but her resourcefulness and
strength were no illusion. She would do quite nicely.
Zagam stood up and walked over to her. His
coat sweeped across the ground as he bent his legs to a squat.
Zagam smoothly moved his black finger nail through her red hair. He
grinned as the nail scrapped the top of her ear. He lifted it on his
nail to his nose and took a deep smell. Not perfect, but the smell was
so intense to him it jarred his memory loose of other times. Those times
were when his eyes were blue instead of the tone of obsidian; Times
where he was without true purpose. Pursuits of the flesh, and the need
to breed were all humankind equivocated to. A large
bag of flesh pursuing to make new bags.
But Zagam was more now, he said to himself. Anubis gave him
focus, a true purpose. The weakness of the human race was disgusting.
The few gathering their strength to protect the
many. Weakness. If one could not stand
themselves they do not deserve to stand. If one cannot protect
themselves they deserve to die. The weak make way for the strong. That
is the only way that race could have survived. Could
have. Instead more and more as Zagam was seeing into the other
realities he saw the same pattern repeating itself over and over again.
The human race falling to the united might of the creators. Those
creatures that weren’t even all that mighty. At least twenty of the
thirty held that history.
It played out often in the same way. It happened here in this
universe after all.
But Anubis showed him a different alternative.
A chance to stop them that truly could work.
A chance to make the human race far more powerful than it had ever been.
Not corrupted by bueracracy, not crippled by
economy, not plagued by the desire for peace. The Order was the truest
path. And Anubis was the closest thing to a god that he had ever seen.
As the memories of his life flashed before his eyes his focus
pinpointed back to the task at hand. Now was not the time to get
distracted, he though to himself.
“We have much to do, Sarah,” he said as he touched her wet lips
with his thumb, wiping away a little blood. He sat her up on a chair and
stripped her naked, and began to wash her body and clean the dirt and
infectious tissue from her wounds. Zagam smiled, his imagination linking
the event to a young girl taking care of a doll. It was amusing to the
Dark Knight. He helped set some cracked bones, and even bandaged up her
ribs. All the time subconsciously stroking her face
in a sort of twisted motherly manner.
As he had finished Zagam walked to a closet hall and found a
jumpsuit for the craft. It was a basic
Zagam looked down upon her face and kissed her forehead.
“Should you live, we will be very happy together. I already have
a name for you, you know. A beautiful name.
One I think your mother would have been proud of, had she not been
killed that day. A weakness you do not share. You’re a warrior, heart
and soul. Your compunctions of human emotion will be gone, and then you
can blossom into the killer I know you can be.”
With that Zagam put his thumb on her chin and opened her mouth.
Sarah only just gained consciousness when Zagam’s
lips came over hers in a passionate kiss, one she screamed to with the
feeling of some barbed tongue reaching down her throat. Her screams were
muffled at the violating feeling of this thing creeping down her
esophagus, cutting the walls slightly as she watched the Obsidian eyes
of Zagam stare at her before her consciousness slipped away.
Bhaklor-4
Creator
Armada
Venez was standing before the great
control medal of his ship floating just four feet above the ground. The
walls of the War Relic were brimming with Jy-taki soldiers. Fourteen
stood at his left flank, fourteen at his right, and each had their
focuses just on him. The Order had decimated the ranks of the Advents,
and as far as Venez knew Grend, Amira, and
himself were all that remained of his once proud race.
Twenty four thousand Jy-taki were all that
remained of their guards, and a handful of forty Orobouras. Things were
looking grim for the once proud Creators.
Grend, Amira, and he remained here in
the safety of this fleet on Bhaklor-4. The bonding of the True W’Kar was
reaching it’s mark of safety in only two
earthian days. It was then that Grend would
bond with the unit, and promised to restore the fallen Advent people and
wipe out the order.
Venez wasn’t taking any chances.
Grend had already convinced them to commit a great crime for
trust in him. An action that threw his society into civil war, letting
the Order consume their empire slowly. Venez
was checking, just to be sure, whether his friend was up to par.
It took time diving through the many thousands of logs, battle
reports, and movement cycles. But Venez realized that Grend had been
followed by the Order. Their coming would herald an attack by the Order
up to two weeks later. Was Grend a spy for the Order, or worse?
Venez took a moment until he placed
the pieces where they would fall, and finally realized that Grend had
known he was being followed by the Order, and he was using them to
dispose of his opposition!
Venez let himself fall to the floor
and his hypersenses saw behind him
Amira.
As he turned he saw the advent. “”Ally, what purpose do you have
coming here.””
Venez was not foolish enough to
assume that Amira had no knowledge of this
act, could he be the only one in the dark about it?
““You figured it out as well then?””
““As well?””
““I learned some months ago, but I lack the resources needed to
do anything about it.””
Venez turned and looked around. ““Our
entire race was led to their deaths by his hand,” “he called out!
Venez expression was abnormal for an
advent, Amira knew. It was not that their
race did not have emotions, but the outright expression of them was a
useless expenditure of energy. Amira
remembered she had the same reaction though.
Venez took a moment to himself and
looked back to her. ““What shall we do?””
““You
and I both know what we have to do. Grend has not factored our lives
into his equation.””
““Of that you are sure,”” Venez
replied, puzzled.
Amira walked to the right, circling
him from the side and hung her head low. ““He wanted the empire gone. He
was willing to and did sacrifice our race for his bid for power. What
are we but pawns?””
Venez nodded. It was logical. Should
Grend activate the True W’Kar unit he would have access to
it’s impressive array of powers. Though he
functionally would not be as powerful as Anubis, the abilities and
capabilites of gaining access to the
technology and the sheer power of the W’Kar Element would give him the
edge he needed to defeat the order. Afterwards, why would he share that
power if he had already given to much to gain
it.
““Pawns,”” he said with an audible scowl.
““Yes, pawns. Had we done as the council decreed and not trusted
him our race would still be alive. We are as responsible as he, though
we did not know it.””
““Ignorance is not a valid declaration of innocence.””
““Correct.””
Venez jerked his head slightly as the
unit ejected it’s gaseous waste. ““Then, we
have no choice but to go to them. But it could mean our
deaths, the Republic will not readily accept
advents among their ranks.””
““We offer ourselves, our technology, and the True W’Kar unit.””
Venez shot her a glance faster than
she thought he could even in the unit. ““And hand that power from one
monster to another, never.””
““The Republic has not yet bonded a Unit-G with a Zoalord,
Zoagod, or any of their other higher
potential bonding beings. What makes you think they will do ilk with
it?”” she asks.
Venez cocks his head towards her.
““For the very same reason we now hide in the shadow of a dead world,
fear. They know that the Unit-W could save them. Activated upon even a
base human it would multiply far beyond the fold of what Anubis is
capable of, at least with Grend it will only grant him vast multiversal
abilities and a powerful body as last time, but on a human I do not even
want to think of the possibilities.””
Amira nods to him. “”I understand
your hesitation, but what choice do we have? The Republic is a variable,
Grend is a certainty. We certainly cannot go to the Order can
we?””
Venez spends a minute in silence
between their telepathy. He looks up to the ceiling where he sees the
symbol of the Advents peering down upon him. It took him staring upon it
to look back to Amira and nod. “Let us do
this. I will obtain the True W’Kar unit, you
must start getting full control over as much of the armada as possible.
Whatever you cannot get control of must be disabled!””
Amira nods. “”Let us begin, then.””
Venez turns and walks through the
membrane that separated the pilot area and the main corridor.
Grend was once a member of the High Council.
Venez stood by and watched the deception and backstabbing he did,
but Venez trusted his advent brother. They
had been allies for cycles upon cycles. Amira,
his own daughter, was now more than willing of throwing her traitorous
father to the side for his actions. Had he normal human like eyes they
would be focused on Grend’s head!
But now was not the time for petty heroics, such concepts escaped
the Advents anyhow. Now he must focus on what is important. Gender was a
trivial thing amongst the Advents, one is perceived as male or female as
they wish. It is merely a label, but the two of them would be needed to
proportionally repopulate their race. Three was not needed, and the
computers could generate proper genetic randomizations to prevent
genetic mutation. It was easier to hide a small group than it was a
large one, so he would take what he could from Grend and set out to the
Venez floated up a vertical shaft to
the shaft which led to the alcove Grend had sealed the Unit-W inside of.
The impressive array of defense surrounding this unit assured optimal
defense. Each laser held impressive power, and the shielding was strong
enough to ensure that all but Anubis himself could get through.
Venez placed his hand upon the massive door
and traced the proper symbology, using his
unit to contact the ship and allow himself entrance. If Grend had not
already reprogrammed the system in expectation of his treachery getting
in and out would be simple.
It had taken him a few moments to gather entrance as the system
had assigned a particular signal only Grend knew the properties of to
gain entrance. It took a few minutes, but Venez
figured it out and the defense system dropped high caution mode and
allowed him entrance.
As Venez stepped inside he felt as
though he was struck back. Little in this universe could send a shiver
down the spine of an Advent, but this certainly was one of them. The
power he felt coming off of the Unit-W was intense enough to nearly make
his knees buckle. Even behind the energy dampening shielding he could
feel its pure energy trying to tackle him to the ground.
Venez came to his senses and waved his hand
and with a flash of his control medal the shield went down.
It was then that the full power of this unit struck him, and
indeed his knees did buckle. He fell forward but caught himself with his
left knee, and a hand placed against the pedestal. He gazed upon the raw
naked nature of the Unit-W then for the first time. So much power
compressed into such a little thing. Utilized properly the W’Kar Element
could power their entire empire…well could have.
Venez pulled himself to his feet and
looked upon the Unit-W. It was larger than a Unit-G by a factor of 25%.
The bio-armor on it was a deep almost tantalizing blue color. The
Control Medal was misplaced, as it was consumed by the bonding process
of the Unit-W, replacing it with an orb of swirling blue and red, as
though the elements of fire and water were in battle inside of it.
His control medal flashed, and the ship quickly went to work and
materialized in front of Venez the object of
his desire. A case made of the strongest bio-armor his resources
allowed. It held a control medal itself, designed specifically to help
keep the case shut. Capable of teleportation,
shielding, and even in emergency cases, destruction of the item within.
The two control medal’s flashed in unison and the case opened to him.
Venez carefully used telekinesis to
move the Unit-W inside of the case.
“”Are you ready?”” he heard telepathically from
Amira.
Venez allowed the unit to settle in
the case and sent the signal to lock it up. ““I am.””
“”Then we will begin. Teleport yourself to this area, I will
force a teleportation on Grend and send him to the planet surface. Once
away, he will be forced to teleport back. Before then I will block his
unit from our relics and gain control of all the Jy-taki that I can
before we depart.””
Grend stood looking upon a massive holographic image. It was his
latest creation. A new breed of Jy-taki warriors!
More powerful than the last by over 33%, and equipped with a vast new
arsenal of weaponry. Already he could feel it coming.
His ascendancy, his approaching godhood.
It was a long and arduous journey; One that had cost him so much.
But Grend was not to be dissuaded at the price. True genius is the
exception like himself that could bring such strength to the world. With
his race gone he stayed active, hiding the unit from the sight of the
Order and letting it mature. Last time the unit was activated only days
after it’s creation, the bonding process may
have yet set in well enough. Ai-talis may
have died, but Grend was certain the mistake would not be repeated.
Looking about the room he lifted a small tablet when he felt the
alarm he had set go off. Someone had lifted the Unit-W off of the
pedestal!
He had only a moment to turn when he felt the effects of the
teleport and looked around to notice that he stood on bare rock. The
planet surface! Jy-taki began to teleport all around him confused.
Grend then looked to the sky and sent out a telepathic command to
teleport him and his Jy-taki back on board. No reply was heard.
“TRAITORS!”
Nerios-1
Koll looked upon the planet’s surface as he descended with his
warship and it’s crew. He had lied to
Albass and Zass
Tallas. He was not twelve hours away, he was
two. Long ago he looked upon the wreckage of the
Koll did what he felt any responsible leader would do. He struck
a deal to save his people. Alone, he traveled to the far reaches of the
galaxy to Ye Fallen One, the head planetship
of the Order of Anubis. There he allowed himself capture, torture, and
other unexplainable things until Anubis himself met with him. There he
struck the deal. He would assist the Order in gaining the upper hand
against the
Koll was ever the betrayer, but he felt his race was more
important than a war. The humans had invited disaster into the universe.
He thought it best they were all dead. He helped them keep track of the
Accolade, and he helped them learn ways around the defenses.
And the day had come for Koll to see his deal struck. He reached
Mariposa and collected over two hundred thousand of the survivors and
departed. Meanwhile they had not a thought in their head that he would
deliver them all into the waiting arms of the Order.
A price for his race, a price he gladly pays.
One of his Lieutenants turned to look at him. “Koll, we are doing
the right thing, correct?”
“Of course we are Vrea. What makes
you think otherwise?”
Vrea looked back upon the twenty
marching guyvers behind him, then forward to the great structure that
stood before them. It was a massive black tower well over seven hundred
foot tall. Its peak had a large blue crystal
at the top that glowed with a light that bathed the barren lava drenched
landscape in a hue of deep blue.
“The Yovkisher, the
Germag, they ever were our
compainions. Brothers even.”
Koll looked to him. “I know, Though we
cannot account for the past we must account for our future.”
Vrea hesitated,
then nodded. “But can we trust them?”
“Do we have a choice?”
Vrea had little time to ponder the
answer before two massive doors on the stone structure opened up to
reveal a massive hall littered with Lycanlords. A grand staircase led
upwards and curved on both sides up the large
cicular walls. It shook the Q’Gongi
when they saw a massive sculpture hanging on the wall of the twisted
ankh, the symbol of the Order of Anubis. The walls were as black as
pitch and hung large red curtains that swayed and moved with a wind none
of them felt.
But at least three dozen Lycanlords helped complete the picture
of terror they were staring into. As they stepped up the stairs the
Lycanlords would occasionally jump onto the railing and growl at the
walking ground. The effect of this growl set the men on edge, and a few
were held back by their fellows to stay their hands from attacking or
fleeing.
They went the ways the Lycanlords directed with their growls or
claws, and made their way up the eastern stairs to a monolith of a
sight.
It was a throne room where sat King Baphomet, Ruler of the Ninety
Legions. His head was a mass of beastial
features caped with a crown made of what Koll knew to be human bones. He
was wrapped in a colossal black cloak that covered all but his hands and
head in shadowed darkness. His throne was shaped and molded in the most
frightening of forms.
Looking upon it, Koll saw what could only be described as an
onyz form of a grasping hand that King
Baphomet himself sat upon. From the hand were shards of razor sharp
glass that jammed into the sides and held the bodies of at least four
still living people held up as a form of morbid decoration.
Lycanlords stood to their flanks guarding the black stone walls.
Vrea looked at one of them only to jump
back. When Koll looked to see what had spooked his lieutenant he saw the
pressing form of a face and two hands tearing at the inside of the onyx
walls. It was as though a man stood behind it tearing at bare rock to
try and escape.
“Bio-Energy. That is your answer,”
came a resounding almost carnal like sound from the maw of the
lycanlord king. “Bio-Energy given form will
do such a thing. More is contained within it than the
Baphomet moved his fingers and reached to his side. The creaking
wet sound of his body could make nearly any race quiver in disgust. The
skin that had one been on his hands and face had a
emaciated look to it. It gave the claws and razor sharp fangs of this
form an absolute terror to behold. Truly, his face looked little more
than a beasts skull.
The Q’Gongi visibly
were on edge, some were contemplating running
as fast as possible, but Koll interjected with a raised hand. “King
Baphomet, I bring news and sacrifices.” As Koll said this he bowed on
one knee before the King.
Baphomet smiled and placed his hand to his side. Suddenly from
shadow a creature walked forward. It was larger than any guyver. Already
he was hunched and stood his head up to Baphomets
hand on his raised throne. He looked a guyver except malformed and
snarling. His proportions did not match any species that Koll knew of.
The sickly yellow and green armor and a tail that
ended in sets of terribly brutal looking spines. The creature
dripped a bit of acidic saliva that steamed but did not burn the floor
from a gaping maw where a normal creatures
chest would be.
“Please, go on.”
Koll swallowed his fear and spoke on. “The
Baphomet nods. “Then, it is almost time…” he says stroking the
monsters head. “This is Rabid, the Hound of the Order. He has a
most…insatiable hunger. Impressive actually, as his
unique talents may be quite useful in the near future here.”
“I…I do not understand.”
What was left of skin on his face curled into a
grin. “Tell me, Koll. How many sacrifices did
you bring here?”
“Two hundred thousand.
Each healthy citizens of the Republic.”
Baphomet looked to Rabid and smiled. “See to your hunger Rabid,
but no more than ten thousand. Many will be needed for what is to come.”
Rabid seemed to swoon at the thought of consumption, like an
expectant hunt he crawled past the men licking his chest with his
whipping tongue.
“Now to business, it seems the deal you have made is now complete
and final. Is that agreed?”
Koll turned to his men, his people. “Yes,” he says turning back
to King Baphomet. “Yes it is.”
Baphomet smiles.
“Very well then. I’d like you to know, we do not abide traitors
amongst the Order!”
Koll’s shocked expression was all
that was left when eight Lycanlords leaped on his position.
Vrea and the others watched in abated horror
as their leader was torn apart piece by piece and consumed by the all
encroaching slaughter of the Lycanlords. Baphomet’s laugh was echoed
through their minds.
Mariposa
The Accolade had finally landed safely upon the
But inside Sarah was a far different creature, controlling her
thoughts, controlling her actions. Her screams were all internal towards
the monster within. Zagam controlled her somehow.
(“You should calm yourself, Sarah. Your
only making it more difficult.”)
(“Damn you, let me go!”)
(“For the hundredth time, no. Here,
let me demonstrate what continuing this annoyance will cost you!”)
Sarah watched as the great many of them began forming lines and
heading inside of the Accolade. She saw General
Xetel, leader of the Kronos Battle
forces standing at the head issuing orders. His form stood above the
cargo entrance that everyone was being loaded into. Around him were four
guyvers that were separating and seeing to it that his orders were met
to. Sarah walked over pushing past a couple of people and sees a baby
held in her mothers arms. She’s stares at it
for a few moments.
(“No, don’t you dare!”)
(“Why shouldn’t I. The child is but a newborn.
A completely useless creature.”)
(“NO!”)
(“If you feel that adamant about it then fine, I will not.
Only if you quit your complaining. Incessant
female, I will feel much better about you later.”)
Sarah walked aboard the Accolade as part of the evacuation
procedure and passed through the scanner. All clear.
(“What, it did not detect you?”)
(“Of course not. Remember, I’m inside
of you. And you’re rather plain as it were.”)
Sarah stepped inside and followed the directions to a bunk area
where three other people were setup in the small room. She noticed the
fear in many of their eyes and remarked nothing. Not a whisper from the
soldier woman.
After a period of time they had reached orbit. The ship was
moving slower than before. Cautious really.
Sarah stood up and walked to the hallway.
(“Where are you taking me?”)
(“Your talking again.”)
She snuck past a guard stationed up and moved slowly across a
hallway where she listened into the voices around her.
“An Advent War Relic? It’s requesting
permission to dock?” she heard voiced to the side.
(“Zass Tallas?”)
(“Oh, is that his voice.”)
(“Oh no, stop reading my mind!”)
(“A tad too late my dear.”)
“Yes,” she heard Albass say. “They
are calling for an end to hostilities. Which I must
say I do not completely trust. It is awfully late to start
regretting their decisions.”
“Agreed. And what
of Koll? Have you managed to contact him at all regarding his
early arrival?”
Sarah listened intently. (“Early arrival?”)
(“Well yes. Were you not aware the Order had a spy in your
midst?”)
(“WHAT!”)
(“Yes. Koll provided us with detailed copies of all plans of
action taken by the
(“Traitor… a traitor.”)
“No, I’m afraid not. Another reason I am questioning the validity
of these statements. Venez and
Amira are known accomplices of Grend,” she
heard Albass say. “I am going to allow them
entry, only them. No guards, no weapons.”
A moment of silence paused in the words.
“Very well. We must learn to look forward not back. But be
careful Albass.”
“I understand Zass. I will update you
in the half hour.”
The sound of a deactivating screen was heard by Sarah, who
quickly ducked into an adjoining alley and waited for
Albass to walk by.
(“How is it she does not sense me”?)
(“I am masking your presence. My Red Matrix is still in you after
all. That and my control medal are the only things I cannot change about
myself.”)
Albass walked into the main docking
platform where she sent out a signal for Xetel
to join her with the guards. It only took but thirty seconds and twelve
fully armed guyvers walked through the door with
Xetel, who was in full Battle Mode with a cloak draped across his
chest. His massive form leaped with the rest of them down the walkway
and up to their leader. Xetel crossed his
chest with his right arm, as the rest did, and bowed.
“My Lady, you request our presence.” His voice resounded like a
drum.
Albass nodded and shifted into her
own battle form, letting her hair fall over her back in a wide spread of
golden waves. “I will be letting the two Advents on board. I want you
all to be ready for anything.”
Xetel nodded sternly. “Troops, assume
tactical assault position Alpha five!”
With the command the guyvers reacted like a machine. Three
stepped forward and onto each side with one foot forward and their
vibrational blades extended, three more flanked the other. The other six
floated upward with their fingers poised for Pressure Cannons. It was
fast, it was fluid. If Kronos had one thing
going in it’s favor it was
Xetels training.
Albass nodded and turned. Her main
crystal lit up and suddenly the Accolade woke up
it’s docking section and the door in front began to descend
downward revealing the inner workings of the docked War Relic. She saw
two very guyver like beings she knew to be the Advents
Amira and Venez
step forward carrying a rather large guyver unit like object.
“Greetings Zoalord
Albass of Kronos. I am
Venez,” said one on the left holding the
large case. “We come to you with offers of alliance against the coming
times.”
Albass looked towards the other. “We
offer you free access to our ships technology, the use of our Jy-taki
guardians, and this,” she says pointing to the case.
Albass cocked her head slightly. “And
what is that?”
Xetel looked upon it and walked over
taking it from the Advent with more of a tug than was truly needed. “It
does not appear trapped My Lady, but it is quite locked.”
“Indeed.”
“Yes, Of course.”
Albass could never understand why so
many creators had the need to constantly communicate. She was once told
by her father that they talk too much because they are used to always
being in complete communicative atmospheres, and the presence of silence
in their thoughts disturb them.
“What is inside,” Albass inquired
lifting it from Xetel’s hands.
The two of them looked at eachother.
“Grend’s ultimate
treasure. The second True W’Kar unit.”
The shocked expression on her face was enough to tell them she
had not heard of it.
“Your communicative efforts are limited. It is a fully functional
True W’Kar unit, not damaged as one currently used by Anubis is.”
Albass still stood in shocked silence
staring upon it when the Red Alert horn began blaring!
Xetel immediately moved to action
next to Albass.
[RED ALERT! Order presence detected on
board! Shields are down, weapons systems at fifteen percent! RED ALERT!
Multiple targets detected off the port, starboard, stern and bow.
RED ALERT!]
Ye Fallen One
Anubis sighed and gently glided the pieces together. Surrounding
the Accolade was now fifteen pieces representing the Orders legions,
each legion consisting of fifty thousand soldiers.
Each piece was carefully positioned around the Accolade, six creator War
Relics, Albass, Zagam, Ereshkigal, Rabid,
and the seven pieces representing the creator military in the area, and
three pieces representing the
His daughter was shocked at the move. Her father had invisible
pieces on the board the whole time. Many slipped by without ever being
noticed. Amira certainly did not see that it
was Ereshkigal that helped her discover the whereabouts of the Accolade,
and yet had Albass discovered that it was
Koll who had been secretly covered in Red paint the entire time.
“You see daughter, often the best move is that made gives you an
advantage later,” came Anubis voice as he swirled the cup of blood wine
in his clawed hand.
“My Lord, a question,” her voice called out staring upon
Ereshkigals piece.
Anubis cocked his brow and set his wine down on a golden plate
the servant brought to his side. Should the servant had missed the
cup, he would have been fed to the Lycanlords.
“Ereshkigal was on the War Relic when they stole the unit,
correct?”
Anubis nodded.
“Why not take the unit then?”
Anubis chuckled and twirled his fingers in the air and began to
materialize a new piece in his hands. “Because my daughter, the time is
not yet ready. Patience is a virtue that will come with age for
you, I do not fret it now. Should I have
taken the W’Kar unit then what would have happened?”
“Correct, meaning my enemies would still be spread out.”
“I…understand. Is it time then to finish them?
And what of the Khemet?”
Anubis grinned and finished materializing the piece in his hand.
“No, because not all the pieces have yet arrived. And my people must be
kept secret from those hands.”
She watched her father, Lord Anubis, set the materialized piece
next to Zagam on the board. It was a large Sapphire piece with a golden
lightning bolt at the tip. Her thoughts began to drift back and forth.
“Deus?”
Anubis smiled again, his deathly fangs looking deeply at her.
“Correct, and of course...”
As Anubis said that the piece that was Grend began to move closer
and closer to the Accolade. With him came four large pieces representing
his regiment.
“This is the crowning moment of my plans. The
time where all the strings and years of plotting are finally weaving
together. Now daughter, yours is the next move. Tell me, where
shall my pieces proceed now?”
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