Until now... Grosse Mann lives again and there is something strange about his person. Something which is waking the sleeping world from its slumber and bringing both Filius Mortis and Death itself to this world...
But what is it?
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Tome: When the Night Falls
Chapter 5
Death awoke with a great judder, although his eye seemed to
be open, it had been non-functional while he slept. While he slept he could see
the room which put him at a great advantage should anyone try and murder him
during the night.
His scythe was
instantly in his hand but it shook and he watched the vibration carry on. It
was slight. Ever so slight that it only took his godly eye sight to see the
tiny vibration. Any other being would not have noticed this vibration. Then he
looked at his hands. The bone writhed, a tiny wriggling much like that of the
scythe as something was being slowly unwritten. A rubber to paper and the words
erased.
What was happening?
Death questioned his
own sanity before he took a closer look at his radius. The great, long bone had
many words describing the phases of death but it was one part in particular
that worried him. The fear was erasing itself, slowly, like a mind was
reweaving itself from death.
Only one being could
possibly take that from him…
“GROSSE MANN,” Death’s commanding voice roared over the plains of
death and bellowed as a psychic bellow through the human’s world where every
creature could hear the tiny voice at the back of their heads.
Grosse Mann however
could feel the shout pound at the front of his head. The scream was clearly
angry and worryingly so as well. But this was the old Grosse Mann speaking to himself. The new Grosse Mann was filled with such confidence that it heard the
bellow like everyone else, a tiny irritation in the back of his head.
Although his
movements were not his own. He could feel the power of the Gods sear through
his blood and bones with every passing moment and the energy that it brought
with it was so delicious after having
to feed off of it for so long. Yet it was still out of his reach… That angered
him…
It did not do to
anger a God.
Grosse Mann took a
look at his surroundings and saw people gathered around him and staring at the
God as he tried to swath his way through them and take their souls as offering
to this new God. His arms did not move. His legs were plastered to the ground.
Grosse Mann fumed. The blazing agony of so long awaiting for this and now he
was trapped like this? How grudging…
One of them stepped
forwards and he whispered a few words into an ear piece and Grosse Mann heard
this, “Make it move…”
Then his arms moved
sluggishly forwards as if they had only awoken from a long sleep. The tiredness
in his dead muscles broke off as they swathed clumsily around the room.
Grosse Mann clawed at
the barriers that kept him from his body and growled to himself then
remembered. His thoughts were his own and there was nothing they could do to stop that…
“Heed my word humans…” there were shocked looks from around the room
as they stared at the thin, terrifying beast before them. Hearing its voice
that shook the foundations of their little brains, “Free me from my confines or you will be sincerely sorry…”
There were panicked
looks around the room and then one great bellowing laugh, “Grosse Mann, yes?”
the man asked.
Grosse Mann tried to
claw out at the speaker but his body was not his to control.
“You should see by
now… your body is not yours to
control… but ours…” the man looked uncontrollably happy. “You are the Cult of
Mechanics next step in total control
of this magical community and later
this entire world… We all remember
what happened during that time. That forgotten time when we had so much power,” spittle erupted from the
man’s mouth as his uncontrollable excitement bust out. “We want that power
back… We must have that power back. You will be our powerhouse in this,
Grosse Mann… he happy with that at
least…”
“I’ll rend you limb from limb…”
Grosse Mann vowed.
“Well…” the man
waited as if expecting something, “I’m waiting Grosse Mann… murder me.” There was a stunned silence
as the man waited for the God to assault him but no such thing happened. Grosse
Mann stayed completely still. “Oh… what a shame…” the man goaded, “Too weak to
break our chains?”
Grosse Mann’s
thoughts growled through the heads of everyone gathered.
“Just what I
thought,” the man smiled before turning and walking away.
“You sad little man…” Grosse Mann continued. “Do you really think that you can keep me here forever? I will break free eventually even if the
Cult of Mechanics does get what they want beforehand. And when I do… you had better
start running sad little man…”
The man made a rude
gesture as he carried on down the hallway with Grosse Mann forced to look
straight at him.
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