FINALE
A few minutes later, Feyd awakened. Nestor watched him. Feyd was only moving and speaking with his eyes. They moved in all directions like they wanted to escape. But no escape was possible.
“So, it’s the end for both of us, Feyd. But I will make sure that you die first,” said Nestor.
He prepared to administer his vengeance, breaking his neck for a quick death. Nestor did not want to torture his enemy. He wanted to be better than him and not to fall to his level. So he summoned his last bit of strength to get up and stand behind Feyd's head. He put his hands on the neck of his long-time enemy, but suddenly the room tilted to the right with a creak. Nestor slipped to the other side and bumped his head, preventing him from getting up.
At this very moment, a thin man in a deepsuit suit entered the room. His face was covered with symbols unknown to Nestor, and he had crimson hair.
Nestor looked at him. “Who are you?!” he shouted, trying to stand up, but his terrible shape made him unsuccessful.
The man held a book in front of himself and started to read: “I am the Pourpre Mouth, speaker of the Baron, and I have a final message for you, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.” He spoke loudly to cover the sound of breaking and shaking coming under them from the deep. “My dear nephew, Feyd, you have failed again for the last time. I am considerably displeased with your behaviour. I wanted you to become an emperor.”
Uncle! I’m dying, thought Feyd in pain, unable to move, barely breathing.
“I have trapped you for testing your loyalty.”
A tear rolled down his unmoving cheek.
“Did you think I unthinkingly put an Imperial spy who has seen my secret labs into the cell next to that of your personal whore, who was also a spy in the past? Do you think me a fool? But perhaps it is worse. Perhaps they have fooled you. A trap within a trap, my boy, and you are the little frightened animal in mine. I wanted you to become Emperor... But when Kall told me you asked him to go on Opheliaz with them, I understood you are not worth the name of Harkonnen. Thus, you will die here with the two spies. I asked my fleet to leave a day later and hide the guards so that you could enter without a problem. I even added a jar of pure Pourpre Spice to the other rooms, in case your spy tricked you into going to another exotic location. Now I can remove you from this life and let you rot in this blue inferno. You will become the ember of this dying world. Sadly, you will not see the new world emerge, my red world. I am now the ruler of the universe, the Pourpre Emperor!” the Mouth finished speaking. He slapped his chest with his hands, and in a guttural voice intoned a chant in trance, “Hargalith tiva, ragksa tibearh. Lher chareuh lhetamay, lher chareuh lhetamay, lher chareuh lhetamay!”
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The complex shook again, and they heard the distant sound of a heavy object moving from the water. Nestor realised it was the Harkonnen fleet.
The roof began to crack under the power of the wave.
Nestor understood everything. They removed the ships; they want to nuke this planet. He saw a little colourful fish sliding inside from the gate, stopping at the feet of the messenger. This is it. I will live in the astral world now. Bless the New Wind.
The unleashed deep-water entered chaotically in the room, pulverising the gate and the emissary who was standing there in trance. The raging water sank the whole room, falling into the abyss.
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Where the lost soul crashes,
Falls the breathless illusion,
The colourful dream makes his home,
Raised from the ashes,
Intertwined to the other dimension,
One the Wind become,
From the blue abyss,
To the vast horizon,
A shade of Pourpre blossoms.
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