Against All Gods by Miles Cameron

Against All Gods by Miles Cameron

Author:Miles Cameron [Cameron, Miles]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781473232532
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2022-06-22T16:00:00+00:00


Heaven

The ruddy bronze light of late evening fell on the stainless black marble of the halls of heaven, tinting them a shade of war. Nerkalush, junior god of the underworld, was standing with Resheph, God of Pestilence During War. They were quite loud – posturing, bragging. Both of them were displaying an array of human remains: Resheph, fresh from the western deserts of Narmer, had severed heads hanging from his belt, the blood of his victims staining his beautiful jade-green tunic; Nerkalush had the tongues of his victims around his neck, and fresh and putrid skulls on a spear. Enkul-Anu had sent them to punish Narmer for something; clearly, some punishing had happened.

Neither seemed to be having the hoped-for effect on Lady Sypa’s nymphs.

Gul, Warlord of the Hosts of the Dead, stood staring into space, his intent in entering the hall lost, his interest having wandered away with his thoughts. Nerkalush glanced at him nervously.

Nisroch the herald had no time for the senility of the great gods, but he was alarmed to see that Resheph was bigger, stronger than before, and his skin had taken on the ruddy-gold colour of some of the older gods.

Where is he getting that power? Nisroch asked himself. Not from massacring farmers in Narmer.

Nerkalush looked equally robust. Nisroch was used to thinking of the two as powerless. Now, they seemed to have imbibed something.

Resheph glanced his way, and his face took on that stupid, jeering look that Nisroch hated most.

‘Ooh,’ he said. ‘The servant god.’ He brayed his silly laugh. ‘Do all the servants worship you?’

‘No, no,’ laughed Nerkalush. ‘No, he’s the peeping tom god, and all the little men who can’t get off worship him.’

Nisroch had never seen the two of them behave with such open insolence, and he went red with rage before he could control it.

Resheph enjoyed seeing his reaction. ‘We’re having a contest to see how many mortals we can slay,’ he said. ‘I’d invite you to join, but it’s strictly for male gods.’

Nerkalush slapped his bloody thigh.

I need to know why these two have suddenly been enhanced, Nisroch thought. And then I think I need rid of them.

‘I like your pretty peacock cloak,’ Nerkalush said. ‘If I were a eunuch I’d wear one, too.’

Nisroch pasted a smile on his face, bowed, and allowed his cloak to snap behind him with the speed of his turn. He’d deal with them eventually, but first he had to do Enkul-Anu’s bidding, even at the risk of impropriety and his own skeins of deceit. Gods who failed the Storm God didn’t last long.

He reached through a portal and stepped into the private apartments deep in the mountain beneath the hall.

Druku’s private chambers.

Druku lay on a couch, his erection just beginning to deflate; his partner, drunk to the point of somnolence, was lying on her stomach. Nisroch, who was surprisingly prudish for a god, looked away but remained towering over the elder god’s bed. A curtain of auratic power hid the god and his nymph from prying eyes, but allowed them to watch the goings-on in the hall.



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