Beyond Apocalypse by Bruce S Larson

Author:Bruce S Larson [Larson, Bruce S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780985684174
Publisher: World Line One Press
Published: 2015-07-02T23:00:00+00:00

Time. The demon Voltris thought it was the one limitation to power even the Dark Urge must know. He then quickly said: “All praise the Dark Urge.”

Voltris glanced again at the chronometer. Lord Xuxuhr had not contacted his ship when his own timetable dictated. The Dark Urge tasked Lord Xuxuhr personally with this mission. Thus, he had taken direct command of the raid. As Ship Master, Voltris vowed he would not fail his General. At the moment, sole command of the bulk of his General’s power rested with Voltris. On all campaigns, Lord Xuxuhr was always within reach of communications. Voltris was never free of his master’s chain, nor wanted to be. Even now the ship’s velocity conformed to the rigid timetable set by Lord Xuxuhr before he left with his personal shock force and Akhad. Now, the chain of command felt snapped. Voltris felt alone and uncertain.

Voltris fingered the massive link fragment that hung on a much smaller chain around his neck. It was a link given to him by his General, the Ravager. Deep within the fragment’s microscopic fissures was the blood and tissue of all the enemies Lord Xuxuhr had slain with that length of chain before it was recast. The captive Ignitaurs toiled deep within the ship. Voltris had only seen them when bound and dragged below decks upon capture. At first he thought they were extravagant food. Later he learned his Lord used them as secret chain smiths. Voltris thought that demons, recognized and tasked to make giant chains, could do a better job. Yet he never questioned his General. He worshiped the Ravager, yet did not want to become a meal of rage.

Voltris glanced at the demon standing guard at the access shaft connecting the bridge to the burning labyrinth of the ship’s passageways. Guards now stood at all intersections to defend its interiors. Not that many species could live long enough on board to commit any damage. Then Voltris thought of the Ignitaurs and sneered. Nevertheless, it seemed odd to place the ship on full alert so close to Hell. But Lord Xuxuhr’s tactics always brought victory. His commands would be followed without question.

Perhaps the mighty General killed even more with his chains. Whatever delayed Lord Xuxuhr involved himself and Akhad. Neither of Hell’s warriors sent messages on their personal wavelengths. There was no interference across real or ethereal channels. Voltris checked for distortions across both real and arcane spectra. He scanned for a transport ship’s mass at the ends of sensor range. Nothing registered. No communications flashed on a screen or in his brain. There was only the constant roll of red flames.

More crimson radiation raged outside from the Red Giant. It filled all visual space beyond the aegis at starboard. Voltris gripped his link fragment in his thorny fists. The colossal dreadnought was still under his command. Power to war with Hell itself—at least for a time—was his to control. Yet all Voltris wanted was the deep bark of his Lord threatening him across space.

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