Several hundreds of trillions of miles away from Durst…
A robed figure briskly walks down the hall of a grimly lit corridor. Towering, ornate windows illuminate his every step with the crimson light of the dying solarscape where this monolithic structure rests. Reaching the end of the hall, the twin doors before him stood with menace enough to force him to take pause. Regaining what little composure he had, he outstretched a burnt, blackened skeletal hand, pushing the doors open with all his strength.
Entering the enormous throne room, he took not more than two steps before kneeling. Taking great care not to besmirch the embroidered red Carpet before him.
“Sire, my lord and master, he who grants us mortals his everlasting mercy. I bring news of the utmost importance.”
The robed man dared not look up any further than the stairs leading up to the great set of thrones. Speaking those short gratitudes and honorifics were hard enough as the pressure emitted from his master crushed his very body. Even bowed and distant as he was from the throne, he still felt several of his bones fracture just within his presence. To look upon any more than the feet of his master, was a mistake many did not live to regret.
“Delmire…” The Master spoke with a heavy guttural voice, shaking the room and setting the fires ablaze with every word.
“You disturb my studies. This better be of true importance, otherwise I will have the flesh of your other hand.”
“It is master, it is!” The panic in his voice rising.
“Deep scans of Vector 682, they have shown the Sanctus Station Vigilius entering the Durst System. More than that, Signal Seneca has been active for nearly five Solar Years.”
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Delmire felt his master’s gaze shift from irritation to jubilation.
“Delmire, you bring me news I have waited eons for. Prepare yourself for ascension, and contact the good General that it is time for him to uphold his end of our bargain.”
“My esteemed lord you grant me too much, I shall have it done at once. Shall I inform The White Devil? He is in the vicinity and willing to serve.”
A brief pause came over the dark lord, “Yes… Yes, inform him. Better to keep him busy than to allow such a volatile mind to wander.”
“It shall be done, my lord.”
Delmire quickly left the room, the towering doors closing behind him. Leaving his master to ruminate upon the news. Staring out the sky light, the crimson solarscape engulfed the entirety of the space around them.
“The time has finally come. Millions of years of planning, the sacrifice of pawns, knights and kings, the patience of an immortal and the deaths of billions. It’s all coming together… and the pieces are in motion.”
A scrape of metal, the indication of an ancient presence entering the room.
“You never cease to amaze me with your timing.” The master spoke without so much as turning his head to the man sized blade firmly impaled into the ground next to his throne.
A single grunt of acknowledgement came from behind the throne.
“I need you to traverse the void. I need the dominos to start falling and our bishops to begin moving. Make sure those bothersome machines have their attention turned toward the Imago System. You are the only one I can trust with this, Temenegru. Do not fail me.”
A grunt of acknowledgement was all he heard before the blade scraped the ground once more. Fading as quickly as it came.
“Let the Game commence…”