The air atop Nektar’s Cauldron was thin and biting, a cold that didn't just touch the skin but sought to settle in the marrow. It carried the sharp, familiar sting of sulfur, belched from the volcanic vents that honeycombed the peak below—a scent that, to me, was sweeter than any perfume of Inanna's Pleasure Palace.... Continue Reading →
9.12 The Aperture of Grace
The Priest of Mu used the power of their ethereal minds to cause the dais I was on to hover towards the center of the main hall within the Great Pyramid of Lemuria. The High Priest himself did not walk; he glided across the polished alabaster floor, his feet never truly touching the ground as... Continue Reading →
9.11 The Tabernacle of the Stolen Soul
The entrance into the heart of Mu was not a journey into a building, but an immersion into a living, breathing prayer. So much had changed since my last visit to this locale ages ago when I had retrieved Lilith from the secret prison I'd created for her in the bowels beneath the Crystal Towers.... Continue Reading →
9.10 The Archons of Mu
The Great Pyramid of Mu was in my sight and I knew Dagaal was there. I merely had a short distance to cover to reach my goal, yet before I could make my way across the Aether-Gap to the central island, my feet froze against the frosted glass of the balcony I was one. The... Continue Reading →
9.9 Frequency of Fear
Don't make the mistake of thinking I'd escaped. I'd only gained a brief respite but I was still stuck in a sensory nightmare - a shadow-god trapped in a world of high-definition light. I wasn't just an intruder; I was a walking sacrilege - but unlike you people who complain at every nuisance in your... Continue Reading →
9.8 The Spire
The crossing from the island of the Dregs to Lemuria was like a dance upon a shattered mirror. With this portion of the Mylar power grid screaming under the assault of my "overclocked" Dregs, the Light-Bridge here had vanished, leaving only the sapphire mercury sea—a vast, swirling expanse of liquid metal that reflected the chaos... Continue Reading →
9.7 The Sacrificial Lambs
I was The Dark Sun - The God - of The Dregs. And I basked in the glory of it all. These pathetic creatures showed me kindness that I had perhaps never experienced in the entire existence of my long life. True, I had been ready to snap their necks and feed upon their essence,... Continue Reading →
9.6 The Dregs of Society
The silence following the crash was absolute, a heavy, ringing vacuum that smelled of ozone and shattered crystal. I lay in the crater of the Lumina-7, my skeletal fingers twitching as my "god-aura" still flickered like a dying candle. The Vril-essence I had siphoned from the pilots acted as a numbing salve, stitching my essence... Continue Reading →
9.5 The Discordant Cargo
I was a stowaway on the Mylar vessel, hoping I was heading to Lemuria, but still not quite sure. It is a bitter irony, I mused, the vibration of the Star-Glass floor rattling my flattened essence. To think that while the rest of the mortals on the Flat Earth have only recently been celebrating the... Continue Reading →
9.4 The Shadow in the Star Glass
Chapter 4: The Shadow in the Star-Glass The Mylar vessels of impossible tech were fast approaching and the nearest had almost reached my perched. As it got closer I could see it hover with the arrogant, weightless grace of a dragonfly - its translucent hull of Star-Glass shimmering with the iridescence of oil on water.... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 