It was the time of the Great Calling, and all the beasts of the Nethersphere had gathered, responding to the silent signal. Kortek stood and watched them as they approached, two by two, and bowed their heads at the altar. He was their leader, not god as much as a tool of the beings they served, and it was more to the beings he represented than he himself they were now showing their respect to.
Fools, he mentally spat, although his face and demeanor showed no sign of the contempt he felt. Hed been their avatar, their ruler, but it was not by his hand that they served, rather by the things that empowered him. This will soon change
One swam through the air in a haphazard dance to the ground, followed by perhaps three or four smaller ones. They shone in the brightness of the sun with a sort of lazy twinkle, the kind that appears in the water when you wash dishes but you hardly ever notice. It's a beautifully dull shade, blue and pink and purple, that strangely makes you think of cleanliness and smudginess at the same time. They came at deliberate intervals—sometimes some particularly large ones would float by, and sometimes a cascade of tiny ones would hurry down bouncing against each other like frenzied children in a schoolyard.
That was her pleasure, to imagine so
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