God of Emptiness by Walt Popester

Author:Walt Popester [Popester, Walt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-02T22:00:00+00:00

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Some Hammer Guardians had escaped in the same direction as Dagger. They turned around when they heard him coming. Seeing the sinister grin of Solitude they ran away, driven by toxic panic.

Exhausted by his long imprisonment, Dag fell on his knees.

“Don’t…give up,” Ash whispered beyond the wall of unconsciousness. “Oh, my friend. Don’t give up.”

“Ash?”

“Ktisis. What did they do to me?”

“Hold on!”

Dag climbed a dune, his vision blurred by sweat and sand. He ran to avoid the sharp teeth of the ruins ready to bite him. He ran away from the voices rising from the bowels of the desert. He ran, fell and rolled in the dust, but stood up and ascended once again toward the sky, yellow like the gutted stone around him. He ran, turned around and saw the shadow of a Gorgor staring with his red eyes.

“No!” He shouted. He ran and dodged the hammer of a black Guardian.

Dagger! The old Mama’s voice called him from the depths of a black hole leading straight into hell’s gorge. Bring your ass here if you’re back!

“Go away!” he shouted.

Do as he says!

He ran.

“Seeth?”

I don’t keep secrets from him, not in here.

“Erin!”

He ran. He stumbled and Marduk’s hand reached for him, emerging from the sand. There you are, little thug!

“No!” He resumed his ascent. “No!” He ran. A stone hit his face, another his forehead. He ran. He ran toward the top of a dune lying on the ruins of a world that was no more. “No! Leave me alone! I just want to…”

Creation or Destruction? Which side are you on, my son?

There was a man in the mayem armor waiting at the top—Crowley, or Aeternus, or Skyrgal, or Mumakil, or he himself at the foot of a throne made of smooth black stone. The man in green laughed.

Dagger ran.

“No!”

Konkra!

He ran. Red, skinned hands sprang up like sick plants out of that perverse and depraved Desert that wanted him, and only him.

He ran toward the light and then beyond, when two lapis lazuli opened in the face of nothingness. Kugar’s gaze was calling him home—nowhere.

You and I are one.

He ran.

What happens to you…

He fell and stood up again.

…happens to me.

He slowed his pace in front of a white and immaculate mansion surrounded by a circle of high ruins. He crossed the abandoned garden, walking barefoot on the sharp gravel, and stopped before the door. It was marked by the Hammer, which was painted red on a white background.

The candid heart of hell, he thought, entering.

A dinner room lay abandoned in the light that penetrated through the high, narrow, arched windows. The remains of a royal meal were scattered on the long table at its center, where mice feasted, running among the plates. The thrones all around had fallen to the ground and the fireplace opposite the door was filled with sand, which had been pushed inside by the wind blowing through the broken windows.

A staircase half falling apart led upstairs. When he reached its top, he had to shield his eyes because of the light coming through the round, yellow window at the end of the corridor.

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