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I held that piece of flesh up before me, bitter distaste filling my mouth. If what my father and I had done before had been blasphemy, this was surely something far worse, to desecrate the body of a god in such a way.
And yet it was necessary. This war between gods and men should never have been begun in the first place, and this was the only way I knew to seek a truce.
I turned to the father-post and laid the flesh of the god-face over the face of my own father. Bile rose in my throat as I did so, but I forced it down. I pressed on the flesh, forming and shaping it to the face of my father, until the visage of the post was no longer that of the parent I knew but of the god we had destroyed.
And then I stepped back. And waited.
It took time, and the sun passed silently overhead as the hours passed. I began to fear I had mangled the ritual, that all this had been for naught.
But then the god-post opened its mouth and drew in a deep breath. A moment later, its eyes opened and the god looked directly at me.
Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 0.45/5
Every installment leaves me with the feeling that there's so much world-building just waiting to happen around this. It smells a little like Gene Wolfe, and in my book that's high praise indeed.
Great work, Jim.
- #2318 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Thank you. The next few installments are going to give you some of that worldbuilding you're looking for.
- #2321 Posted 2 years ago
Oh man, this is fantastic. I love it.
- #2326 Posted 2 years ago
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