Well I've put up the next instalement of Tome: When the Night Falls and is so easy to kill a diety? And can anyone guess what the Cult of Mechanics are going to do next?
Read the start of Chapter 2 story and start any wild speculations here...
Tome: When the Night Falls
Chapter 2
The light seared the air and lit the cave as it punched against the frail skin of Grosse Mann. His shadowy suit split when the shot hit with such violent force. Staggering about and using his three arms that were not caught in the blast to support him, Grosse Mann staggered towards Dante. His three left arms were burned black and half of his face was covered in suit.
Mortis held his scythe up, tired himself from the fighting and finding it hard to draw breaths through his crushed rib cage. He brought it back and threw it around his form slashing Grosse Mann across his face but drawing no blood. Grosse Mann had bled himself dry growing his organs back. There was no more blood to be made in his old, old bones.
Although Mortis was not put off by drawing no blood. He had seen this before, he had fought Grosse Mann before. He didn’t bleed, he only screamed.
Mortis whirled his staff around and with his one good clawed hand, Grosse Mann grabbed his scythe’s shaft and started to grapple with Mortis. The rusted blade held only centimetres below Mortis’s throat.
“This is the end for you Grosse Mann,” Mortis pushed harder, with every shove forwards his chest seemed to burn a little more.
His chest was still healing, plates were shifting back into shape and organs were rearranging themselves again. It was a painful process but a compulsory one regardless. Mortis wanted to see this through. He had made it his purpose in life. A sad purpose to hunt down Grosse Mann but it was not only Mortis that Grosse Mann had hurt. Families missing their loved ones. Mortis missing his parents.
A childhood destroyed, Mortis had to kill him.
Mortis finally slipped against the beast and Grosse Mann grabbed his scythe from him and tossed it asunder, wobbling forwards. Mortis could see his burned leg limping along weakly. Raising his leg, his foot flew into the monsters leg and as it wailed it fell to the ground. There was an almighty crunch as Grosse Mann fell to the floor and his leg broke.
Mortis threw himself up and placed his foot on Grosse Mann’s head. “Die daemon,” Mortis growled. A guttural thing. An old guttural growl. Not one that any animal would know how to react to other than to run. Bio-Mechanical were not so different from animals. They were savage they knew that. They fought against each other and that eventually became their undoing.
There were only two left now. Mortis and her. Her name lost to the eternity of time.
One thing had always frightened the Bio-Mechanical. Death. To loose their immortality was something that made them scared and run.
Mortis pushed his foot down on Grosse Mann’s head and could feel the weak skull begin to snap as soon as he put pressure on it. Underneath his foot, Grosse Mann convulsed in pain and wriggled around unable to escape.
“Mortis!” Mortis heard the scream but ignored it, “Mortis have mercy!”
“Was there any mercy when you murdered my parents. This is their vengeance,” Mortis growled back.
“Cold blood? Cold blood? Is that what you want to be remembered as?” Grosse Mann asked.
“I already am,” Mortis said and Grosse Mann’s head split with one extra push.
Mortis’s foot hit the ground and under it he could feel the energy. That energy that everyone feared. All ready with contact he could feel his spine shiver.
Mortis removed his foot and set eyes upon the fear of death itself. His hand clawed at it angrily and squeezed. Mortis was going to break it. Mortis was going to destroy it.
The energy convulsed around his hand and then it broke. The fear of death broke. Mortis heard the crack and then the leash that it had on the world was cut loose. The fear of death was gone.
The energy floated around Mortis’s form and lingered for a while but he knew this, as it had always been, was a part of Death and it would return to Death.
Mortis knew this but to give the fear of death a form was the gravest mistake that anyone could ever make.
“He is dead at last then?” Mortis heard the old voice behind him and he turned his head.
Death floated in on his energies. As Necromancy died the power returned to him, it raced around his scythe and floated around his head in a halo of dark energy.
Mortis nodded to him, “Yes… Grosse Mann is dead.”
Death nodded. “Although you know that nothing is this simple?”
Mortis turned to face his father and looked at him. He hadn’t changed much in the year that had passed. His cloak was still the same grey colour. His one left eye raced around the room taking in everything. His crooked scythe was still as it always would be, firmly in his hands, the head of it a skull with a metal ring around it. The blade was huge and on it there were numbers of course they were not only numbers. They were the numbers of the Necromancers.
“Then I’ll have that tenth of my spirit back thank you very much,” Death held out his hand.
Mortis played the energy around his form and channelled it into Death’s hand and he watched as the energy flowed around Death’s bones and settled carving new words into his bones. Only those of very sharp eyesight could see those little indents and what the meant. Inscribing dedicated to each of the ten parts of death and what it would bring.
Then Death began to leave but Mortis had one more question to ask the spectre, “Is it really necessary? To fear death?”
“Mortis, without death there would be too many of the fearless. Too many people willing to try the impossible without even a second thought to death. Without this primeval fear, there would be a thousand more deaths every day. I couldn’t cope with that…”
Then he disappeared, once the had been there, then he was gone.
Grosse Mann’s thoughts echoed around the cave, his head split open and they escape although his body did not rot. Grosse Mann’s body was rot being a part of the body of death. So it lay in the cave, resting. Although its rest was soon to be disturbed.
It was a mistake to leave this for human eyes to capture and use as people did now.
A week later, five men climbed down the cliff side and primed their weapons. The chorus of clicks filled the air as the safety was removed.
When the walked in they could hear the voice of Grosse Mann play through their ears and start drumming on their ear drums. Through their mechanical eyes they could see the residue energy that Grosse Mann’s body gave off as it sparkled around him.
One of them raised a hand to his mechanical eye and touched a button and said:
“We’ve found… it…”
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