>Entry #7: Sympathy for the Devil.

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Cold. Ash. Dust. Air rushed by as he plummeted towards the dead world below.

A lone figure stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking what had once been an ocean. Long twisting protrusions coming from where its eyes should have been. It watched as a body fell from the sky, landing on earth softened by the incinerated remains of their world.

That’s the one.

“It is not as though mortals fall through the Void every day…”

Now is not the time, Saari.

“Yes, my lord.”

The tendrils writhing aimlessly in the sky suddenly fell still.


They arched towards the figure and their quarry.

Saari now!

In a burst of violet light, they appeared beside the body. A tendril dove toward them. In another burst of light, they appeared in a pitch-black cavern.

“Thank you, Saari…” A violet light shot through the cavern as a familiar visage appeared before them. “You are alive,” it breathed a sigh of relief, “I knew you’d make it.”

A humanoid torso lifted high on a single thick tendril. Six horizontal slats glowed with the light from small, four-point stars in their sockets. It smiled at him. A wide, jagged-toothed grin. Wider than it should have been. It stretched across both sides of its head. No nose. No lips. Only eyes and a horrifying maw. Though it did seem to have a well-kept head of hair…

And yet… Somehow… Sylus took comfort in the creature’s grin. It felt familiar and welcoming. He somehow knew who it was he was seeing before him.

“Q-Qaitax?” Sylus grogged, barely able to think.

“In the flesh.”


Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul to waste

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

The Rolling Stones – Sympathy for the Devil



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