3 June 2012
A 'niggle' between his shoulder blades, like the twitching of unseen wings. Someone just stepped through the doorway. It was one of those 'Channeling' things.
Then a sense he'd skipped a heartbeat, and a relocated view. Like looking from just above the brow, and with the euphoria he knew.
And the conversation began......
Not a single word was spoken, every word instead was felt. The 'Voice' above him spoke, as on his knees he kelt.
"Time for a new arrangement, General, in HIS name. Time to turn the wheel again, the others will do the same."
The voice vibrated through his mind, sending echoes through his brain.
"You are needed Hell's Assassin, Servant of the Gods. Remove the seventh head of the Hydra, to whom we are at odds."
He did not reply, just closed and cleansed, with proper mark, and respect. The 'niggle' between his shoulders had stopped, the Goetic Demon had left.
Now must come preparation, that would lead to another's fate. And the act of separation, that would keep his attention up late.
Hell's Assassin • Opuss № I