Diablo Ex Machina
Part III – The Pleasure Domes
Chapter 59 – Just Might
The following is a short excerpt from a fiction piece I’m working on. I began in January with a general outline that has been fleshed out as work continues.
Overall it concerns the fate and machinations of one immortal in a game that they play, not by choice, with one another. Each part has a different theme from the last so that I may showcase the trials and tribulations of immortality.
“…Further along he stopped to stare out of the viewport at the nearby sphere that was Samarkan IIV, the gas giant. Larger even than the binary stars that were the core of the system, although not equalling them in mass, its totality could not be encompassed from his current vantage point. Bright orange and blue clouds danced over the surface, belying the existence of an atmosphere. Larger than the world of Samarkan IV, not a small planet itself, by 50 times, it had an elliptical orbit well in excess of triple the years of Samarkan IV.
The bands of orange and azure moved at differing speeds to one another, spots of various hues and distinct shape and colour moving at what seemed to be a steady pace. Lordan knew that one of those spots, a blue ring with a black centre and red edging, was a massive storm which had been raging for longer than the system had been settled. Elsewhere there was a strip of tornadoes that whirled through the far below freezing point clouds of toxic gases. Under them, in the seas of dense gas made liquid by the pressures of the giant’s extreme gravitational draw, the temperatures reached levels hot enough to start rivaling a solar flare as it cooled in the vast void.
At his current distance Lordan felt as if he should be feeling heat from the light play of those moving coloured bands. There was none. Instead the shadows cast by Samarkan IIV were full of colour, orange and blue dancing over his face and clothes as he stood there, watching the planet in a hypnotic trance.
He could feel it, the time of the taking drawing near.
Soon enough Makeesa would arrive, chasing after him for his trick of setting the doomsday device fuse and destroying her well laid plans. How could she not chase after him when he had dismissed her efforts at building an army to help them take the oldest of them? And in such a blaise manner too.
No. She would come for him, and hang the House internal politics that dominated the Samarkan system. When he had taken her soul within himself he would ride the wave of energy and make his own one-man assault on the WarMac bays of the station under the glow of the gas giant.
He would found his own Hell, and draw the souls of so many robots to himself that even the greatest and oldest of the Quantum Children would feel that there was growing a power that could rival his dominion over immortality.
Someone else who might, just might, claim the Gift while crushing his head beneath a metal cloven hoof…”