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There was no panic in the mind of the High Magus, which surprised Qui
“Really?”
The mocking irony of the tone caused the hem of Qui
“More compliant, you mean.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“I have no intention of fucking with you or anyone else.”
Qui
“I’m here to bring Night to the Earth as Our Lord bids,” Qui
“He bids nothing of the sort, you pathetic little prick.”
Qui
The High Magus laughed out loud at the shock and anger he saw there, and committed suicide. Without any noise or hysterics, his body froze, then slowly slithered down the side of the bath. It rolled to one side, and floated inertly on the surface, white bloated rims of fat bobbing among the green bubbles. The wine goblet sank, a red stain marking where it had vanished.
“What are you doing?” Qui
“Asshole,” Wener grunted. Along with the other acolytes, he was perturbed by the death. Trying not to show it.
Qui
He straightened slowly, retracting his head and arms back within his cloak’s veil of night. “It doesn’t matter,” he told his agitated followers. “God’s Brother knows how to deal with traitors, the beyond is not a refuge for those who fail Him.”
A dozen heads nodded in eager acceptance before him. “Now go and bring them to me,” he said.
The acolytes scattered to do his bidding. They rounded up everyone in the headquarters, and herded them into the temple. It was a vaulting chamber nestled at the core of the Leicester, a baroque fabrication of gilded pillars and crude cut stone blocks. Six giant pentagons were etched on the curving ceiling, emitting a dull crimson glow. The grumble of the storm was just audible, a bass reverberation sneaking through the Leicester to give the floor a faint vibration.
Qui
He made them suffer for their crime. Over thirty were chained to the altar and vanquished. By now he had become proficient in opening a fissure back into the beyond; but more importantly he’d learned how to impose his own presence around the opening, valiantly guarding the gateway from the unworthy. Even in their utter desperation for escape, many souls turned aside from such a custodian. Those who did emerge conformed to Qui
He gathered them together after the ceremony, explaining what God’s Brother had decided for them. “We need more than one arcology to bring Night to this world,” he told them. “So I’m leaving you this one for yourselves. Don’t piss this opportunity away. I want you to take it over, but carefully, not like the way the possessed do on other planets, even Capone. Those dickheads just rush up and head butt every town they come across. And each time, the cops swoop down and pick them off. This time it’s go
“Which people?” Dobbie asked. “I understand how we don’t gotta move about. But, shit, Qui
“They can bring the ones that count, the police captains and technical guys, the ones go
“The new possessed, they won’t worship God’s Brother,” someone said. “We can choose a few who will to start with, but if we turn them loose, there’s no way millions of them is going to do like we say.”
“Of course not,” Qui
“Nothing,” Dobbie said in puzzlement. “It won’t work.”
“Right,” Qui