Lord Belmont’s life ended in Clovis, in the impenetrable darkness beneath the ground where forbidden rites were once held. Lady Gwendolyn was his love, body and soul, and the Demon in Blue Light killed her.Every year, on the anniversary of Gwen’s death, he returned to Clovis to stand in the cold desolation, hearing the wind moan through the lonely passes, feeling her loss all over again.
On this anniversary, he wasn’t alone in Clovis. He heard the noises rustling in the brush. He smelled the raw river of Shadow tech. Then he saw it:
The claws …
The flicking tail …
The maniacal, glittering eyes fixed on him …
“I’ve been waiting for you,” it said in a grating voice as it attacked.
* * * * *
Far away, across the cosmos in a city of wondrous crystal towers, two people watch in horror as the desperate scene at Clovis unfolds. They had worked so hard, sacrificed so much, even argued for it before the gods. They convinced the gods they were right, that they knew best, and everything would go well.
But, things weren’t going well at Clovis.
If this situation went poorly, then ages worth of work would be lost, and, just possibly, the universe might come to an end.
Ren Garcia is a
Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He
has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on
any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State
University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of
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archeology and architecture. His highly imaginative "League of Elder"
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They were taken far away from Shade Church and
brought before a council of Black Hats, who gazed at them through their
featureless masks. Behind them was a writhing cocoon of Shadow tech wherein the
Black Abbess herself resided.
“You have been selected from
among all others at Shade Church, thus your privileged existence. We are
entrusting the four of you with a very important mission. Know you of the
Shadow tech Goddess?” the Black Hats asked.
The Shadow tech Goddess; a name
she had heard whispered over and over in the stony passes of the Shade Church,
a deplored entity who may or may not exist, with the power to destroy the
universe. The Shadow tech Goddess was the only person dreaded, feared, and
obsessed over by the Black Abbess. She and her three sisters had no concept of
the universe; the word meant nothing to them. Could this Shadow tech Goddess
destroy the Shade Church? That would be power.
The four of them were to
undertake a perilous mission deep inside enemy territory, deep inside the hated
League itself, and the prospects for their survival were minimal at best—the
Black Hats were quite clear about that. If they survived the trip, which was in
no way assured, and if they managed to elude the ever-watchful eye of the
League’s mighty Sisterhood of Light, to the one trainee who
brought the Black Abbess information on the whereabouts or the identity of the
Shadow tech Goddess would be granted freedom from the Shade Church and all the
horrors within. She would be granted great power, be given a name by the Black
Abbess herself and presented with a temple of her own; allowed to become a
full Black Hat, at last ready to unleash Hell.
“We have it on good authority
that information regarding the Shadow tech Goddess may be gathered in a remote
area of the League … The four of you shall go there and procure this
information; we will send Autocons to monitor your activities and ensure you do
your duty. Only one of you shall return to us, to great riches. The others will
die in the heart of the hated League.”
Only one? Counting on her
fingers, she realized one, two, three … of them would die.
She wasn’t afraid of death, or was she?
You have much to live for, the angels had said.
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