Page 116 of Gates of Rapture
A hunt.
A devouring.
Now.
This night.
If he’d been interested in sex in that way, he would have killed someone right now for the pleasure of it and orgasmed hard.
But what he needed was different.He needed destruction of that which he believed had caused his failure.His dreams for the future were everything.He had a vision for the world, for Second Earth and for Mortal Earth, and once he had accomplished this goal, he meant to tackle the cesspool that he knew Third Earth to be.
He would transform three worlds, then over time continue to move upward until he saw the fulfillment of everything, a transformation of all six known dimensions.
That something so ridiculous as a beast and the blue variety of obsidian flame had gotten in his way seemed the height of absurdity.He understood now so well just why it was necessary for the true ruler to begin his reign with murder and to sustain that level of killing so long as opposition presented itself.
He was forbidden by the rules of COPASS to kill anyone outright, just as Endelle could kill no one outright.These rules had been designed to serve him, because he knew that Endelle had more power than he did and that if she was ever unleashed upon the world, she could cast a net of dominion far wider than he.
But she just didn’t have the right frame of mind.
He believed in his cause, but he also believed in the law.He just wanted a greater command of the creation of the law so that his purposes would always be served.
Therefore, he could not kill outright.
But that didn’t matter.
He had many arms to do the deeds that needed doing.
And a killing this night was required.
He gathered a squad of four powerful death vampires, then folded with them to the Seers Fortress.He found Stannett, just as he suspected, naked again, all the women dead, and the man covered in his own juice.
Following a peculiar stench, he turned to his right, and there was the Militia Warrior, her chest gone and her internal organs spilling out of her body, all very charred.
He ordered his death vampires to hold the still-unconscious Stannett upright.He then folded all of them to the basement and strung him up in chains.
He put his hand on Stannett’s head, letting healing waves flow, until the bastard came around.
Stannett blinked and squinted, then said, “Forgive me.I don’t know what happened.”
Greaves clucked his tongue.Already his temper was settling down.“You know precisely what happened.You killed the woman so that you could do as you pleased.”
“It was all too much,” he whined.“I’m not used to working that hard, and my head hurt.”
“So you are saying that you’ve been suffering terribly?”
“Yes, very badly.”
“Well, let us take care of that.”
“Thank you, master.And I am sorry.”
“As am I.”
Greaves signaled to his squad.“Please, take what you need from him.”
“No,” Stannett cried.But Greaves was done with the man’s pleadings, whimperings, and failures.
And now Stannett was done.
