Post-Deity, Post-Life

Jim Stitzel

I dabble a little in a lot of things — writing, webcomics, gaming, photography, web design, music, and more. I’m a full-time code-wrangler with far, far too much to do.

It closed its eyes and roared.

"Sacrilege! Blasphemy! Desecration! The Aldergods will destroy you utterly for this. You will be fodder for their entertainment. Perhaps even the Gilder- and Bolgurgods will--"

"Enough," I replied mildly. Its mouth clamped shut, and its eyes widened in surprise.

"How--" it began.

"Look closer," I replied. It narrowed its eyes and focused in on me, and I nearly laughed at its confusion, "Not at me, you fool. Within."

For a moment I thought it would refuse, just out of sheer defiance and rage. But after a moment it closed its eyes and went completely still.

"Ah," it said, it eyes still closed. "Of course. Steel melded to godwood. You are a clever one." It opened its eyes and looked at me again, this time with a razor-sharp focus that might have rent an ordinary man in two.

"But then, you are more than you seem," it continued. "Not an Alderman, no. You don't hold that kind of power within you. No," it repeated. "Then what?"

I took a breath. "I desire to strike a bargain."

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