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CALLUM
Hell — 2,000 Years Ago
A mortal man once told me, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” But
I, being infinite, was doomed to see it all. Every great battle, every raging
conflict. The fall of every kingdom on Earth, in Heaven, or in Hell. The
endless loss of lives in an ever-churning machine of bloodshed.
The curse of the immortal.
I took up arms, I witnessed the destruction of great cities and the deaths
of so many — and yet, I went on. Hell was the domain of the immortals, but
even we could be snuffed out.
So many of us were already lost.
There was a soft sound as the flap of my tent was brushed aside. It was
my second-in-command, Kimaris. “A scout has returned, my lord.”
“A scout?” I turned. “We sent three.”
“Yes, dux. Only one returned.” Her voice didn’t betray the pain in her
golden eyes.
The fields were covered in ash. Cities leveled. Young ones snuffed out.
And still, we went on. Infinite.
I couldn’t recall the last time I’d mourned. There was no time for the
ceremonies with which we bid farewell to the dead. We couldn’t celebrate
the freedom of their beings, nor could we come to terms with the horror of
their fates.
To die by the hand of a God was to become Theirs for eternity. Your
essence, sucked into Its own, the wretched suffering of your immortal being
feeding Its gluttonous power. A horror beyond words, beyond what even we
demons could imagine.
“How much time do we have?” I said.
“They’ll reach us before dawn.”
Then we would fight in the night. We were the last line, the final defense
before the city of Dantalion. If the High City was taken, then Hell was no
longer ours. It would become the realm of gods.
“Callum…” She hesitated, staring at the grass but seeing something else
entirely. Something that made her lip curl as she said, “There are Reapers
with them.”
Sharp, cold fingers of dread gripped my chest. But I kept my face utterly
blank. I imagined myself as a chiseled stone, unmovable, unchanging.
Unfailing.
“I want every warrior ready. Go through the camp, get them sobered up.
We don’t have time for their comforts.”
“Yes, dux.” Kimaris turned to go, but there was a final thing to be done.
“The scout,” I said. “Are they well? Able to travel?” She nodded. “Take
them aside and select two others. I want them to stay back from the battle.
If the line is broken, they are to go back to Dantalion and give word. A little
time to flee is better than none.”
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