brought the accursed light into the universe. He’d broached the subject with the Sisters in the past, but their answers had been cryptic.
All Satan knew was that their dark magicks were unsurpassed and that they were allies in his war against the light. He had a certain fondness for the three Sisters, especially since his own brothers and sisters of darkness had met with unfortunate fates during the battle when Satan had taken control of the Morningstar’s form. Although he would have reduced his sisters and brothers to ash anyway if they had shown any signs of betrayal.
“Fear is high, and despair grows thick, but we still do not have enough strength to bring about the total fall of dark,” said the last of the three.
All three Sisters turned their hooded faces to Satan, and spoke in turn.
“We require more energy, oh blackest of stars.”
“Terror and sadness must permeate the atmosphere.”
“The Fear Engines must be fed if the night eternal is to fall.”
“You will have your horror and misery,” the Darkstar said. “Your dearth of hope.”
From a patch of shadow came an impish voice. “Master.” Satan recognized his servant Scox. “Master, the Community leaders await your address.”
It was time. Satan would unify the Community under his command, to speed up the fall of humanity, but first they had to learn to recognize his omnipotence.
Once more the Sisters spoke.
“You are summoned, oh darkest of stars.”
“Do not dally, for there is much to be done to make the world yours.”
“Show them who you are.… Show them who they must serve.”
The Darkstar spread his wings in a whoosh of stagnant air, eyeing the three as he prepared to leave.
“I will do my part, and you will do yours,” he commanded, using his wings to lift himself from the ground toward the patch of shadows that would transport him to the gathering of fiends.
A gathering of those who would soon call him king.
* * *
Scox turned his long neck toward the sounds coming from the next chamber.
Those representing the various races of the Community had been congregating there for some time, and they were not happy to have been kept waiting.
“Master!” he called again into the patch of shadow.
There were terrible screams from the chamber beyond, andScox knew that one of the Community members had probably become hungry and made a meal of another.
Such a volatile gathering , the imp thought, knowing full well that the Community races had issues sharing a world, never mind gathering in the same room. Scox was about to call for his master once more, when the patch of shadow started to undulate like a storm-swept ocean.
Satan, the Darkstar, emerged in all his glory, his wings unfurled.
“They’re waiting,” Scox said, wringing his hands.
Satan glared. “They’ve yet to realize that it is their duty to await me and my commands.” He swiped at imaginary pieces of dust upon his armor.
“Yes, I suppose,” Scox agreed as the sounds of disquiet wafted from the vast room beyond.
“And do I look the part of ruler?” Satan asked the imp.
Scox averted his eyes as he bowed his horned head. He knew only flattery would be welcome.
“When the Community sees you, they will think of nothing more,” the imp spoke.
Satan glanced toward the doorway that would take him out into the chamber.
“This will be a historic moment,” Satan spoke. “When all beasts spawned in shadow at last recognize me as their lord and master.”
Scox again bowed his head, his clawed hands clasped reverently to his chest. “I’m certain it will be glorious,” he added.
Satan flapped his wings once more, ruffling the slick, black feathers, and strode out onto a platform of ice and rock.
Scox followed, but only went out so far, watching from the sidelines.
The gathering of monsters went eerily quiet as Satan reached the center of the stage. Scox extended his neck to look out across the vast amphitheater at those in attendance. All
All Satan knew was that their dark magicks were unsurpassed and that they were allies in his war against the light. He had a certain fondness for the three Sisters, especially since his own brothers and sisters of darkness had met with unfortunate fates during the battle when Satan had taken control of the Morningstar’s form. Although he would have reduced his sisters and brothers to ash anyway if they had shown any signs of betrayal.
“Fear is high, and despair grows thick, but we still do not have enough strength to bring about the total fall of dark,” said the last of the three.
All three Sisters turned their hooded faces to Satan, and spoke in turn.
“We require more energy, oh blackest of stars.”
“Terror and sadness must permeate the atmosphere.”
“The Fear Engines must be fed if the night eternal is to fall.”
“You will have your horror and misery,” the Darkstar said. “Your dearth of hope.”
From a patch of shadow came an impish voice. “Master.” Satan recognized his servant Scox. “Master, the Community leaders await your address.”
It was time. Satan would unify the Community under his command, to speed up the fall of humanity, but first they had to learn to recognize his omnipotence.
Once more the Sisters spoke.
“You are summoned, oh darkest of stars.”
“Do not dally, for there is much to be done to make the world yours.”
“Show them who you are.… Show them who they must serve.”
The Darkstar spread his wings in a whoosh of stagnant air, eyeing the three as he prepared to leave.
“I will do my part, and you will do yours,” he commanded, using his wings to lift himself from the ground toward the patch of shadows that would transport him to the gathering of fiends.
A gathering of those who would soon call him king.
* * *
Scox turned his long neck toward the sounds coming from the next chamber.
Those representing the various races of the Community had been congregating there for some time, and they were not happy to have been kept waiting.
“Master!” he called again into the patch of shadow.
There were terrible screams from the chamber beyond, andScox knew that one of the Community members had probably become hungry and made a meal of another.
Such a volatile gathering , the imp thought, knowing full well that the Community races had issues sharing a world, never mind gathering in the same room. Scox was about to call for his master once more, when the patch of shadow started to undulate like a storm-swept ocean.
Satan, the Darkstar, emerged in all his glory, his wings unfurled.
“They’re waiting,” Scox said, wringing his hands.
Satan glared. “They’ve yet to realize that it is their duty to await me and my commands.” He swiped at imaginary pieces of dust upon his armor.
“Yes, I suppose,” Scox agreed as the sounds of disquiet wafted from the vast room beyond.
“And do I look the part of ruler?” Satan asked the imp.
Scox averted his eyes as he bowed his horned head. He knew only flattery would be welcome.
“When the Community sees you, they will think of nothing more,” the imp spoke.
Satan glanced toward the doorway that would take him out into the chamber.
“This will be a historic moment,” Satan spoke. “When all beasts spawned in shadow at last recognize me as their lord and master.”
Scox again bowed his head, his clawed hands clasped reverently to his chest. “I’m certain it will be glorious,” he added.
Satan flapped his wings once more, ruffling the slick, black feathers, and strode out onto a platform of ice and rock.
Scox followed, but only went out so far, watching from the sidelines.
The gathering of monsters went eerily quiet as Satan reached the center of the stage. Scox extended his neck to look out across the vast amphitheater at those in attendance. All
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