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EPILOGUE. RUREK AND OSH.
Two faithful followers of Ona were not destined to embark on a suicidal campaign against Erebus and Mugon. Instead, fate granted them a revelation. And they accepted it. The goddess opened their eyes to the true order of things and to the very essence of Ikazkan. Although Rurek understood almost nothing, and Osh understood only a little more, their faith in Ona, the true patron and creator of all the peoples of the underworld, grew stronger and took on a new form. Even the presence of the godless Dorian and the repulsive Erebus could not shake the two servants of Ona from their religious ecstasy. Together, Rurek and Osh returned to Ikazkan to spread the goddess's light to lost souls. Their subsequent history does not deserve detailed analysis, as they devoted themselves entirely to serving Ona and expanding the influence of Ikazkan's defenders. Fiery fanaticism became their faithful blade. Later, Rurek joined forces with Sorceria and began creating a lineage of Sord priest-warriors. All for Ona! At home, he inexplicably installed a soft statue of Usy, sized for a Sord, which he himself created, but that is a completely different story. Osh, however, dared to climb the terrible staircase. By the will of Ona, he succeeded and also ceased to be alone, as he gained a deadly Elm as his servant, skilled in curses. What they did together, even Rurek did not know. Perhaps they tried to destroy Erebus, but it is unlikely that he remained in Ikazkan.
Soon, the names of Rurek and Osh, warriors of Ona, were already resounding throughout Ikazkan. Shoulder to shoulder, the two friends were ready to challenge any threat to the well-being of Ikazkan. Even the Shadows. But the surface... the surface mattered little to Rurek and Osh, for their home, their goddess, their followers were here – in Ikazkan! Tezot is for weaklings! For Erebus and his cheesemakers!
Thus ended the story of two glorious followers of Ona. Simple, but with taste.
ELSEWHERE, AT ANOTHER TIME
What is beauty? Oh, beauty is an integral part of any self-respecting advanced being. Beauty is not life and not death. Beauty is something you can possess and something you must possess, otherwise, what is the point of this mortal flesh? Brothers and sisters, architects of the great empire of the undead, take the choice of a vessel too lightly. Decaying corpses, bare bones... what a depressing sight. A perfect immortal body is what matters!
– I sense your fear. But believe me... – the gentle voice of a young girl enveloped the consciousness of an unknown listener... – I was once afraid of death too. But what now? Death is not the end. Death is the beginning. The beginning of the path to boundless beauty!
Eyes and ears are needed everywhere. Your fate is truly enviable. Rejoice! Your body will serve the great purpose of the Pale Mummy!
– One more injection... and one more spell! Don't worry, – the girl smiled sweetly. – Soon you will be almost like me. Just as beautiful... and dead!
Oh, the horror in the eyes of the living! Once, she looked at Master Tann in the same way. The dead are frightening only at first. Once you get to know them better, they become your best friends!
– Spare me... spare me... – begged the foolish mortal.
– I have already spared you, – the girl said sweetly. – You have become mine, and that, you know, is a blessing! Because I know how to work with corpses. Well, come on... give me your heart!
...TO BE CONTINUED...
Two faithful followers of Ona were not destined to embark on a suicidal campaign against Erebus and Mugon. Instead, fate granted them a revelation. And they accepted it. The goddess opened their eyes to the true order of things and to the very essence of Ikazkan. Although Rurek understood almost nothing, and Osh understood only a little more, their faith in Ona, the true patron and creator of all the peoples of the underworld, grew stronger and took on a new form. Even the presence of the godless Dorian and the repulsive Erebus could not shake the two servants of Ona from their religious ecstasy. Together, Rurek and Osh returned to Ikazkan to spread the goddess's light to lost souls. Their subsequent history does not deserve detailed analysis, as they devoted themselves entirely to serving Ona and expanding the influence of Ikazkan's defenders. Fiery fanaticism became their faithful blade. Later, Rurek joined forces with Sorceria and began creating a lineage of Sord priest-warriors. All for Ona! At home, he inexplicably installed a soft statue of Usy, sized for a Sord, which he himself created, but that is a completely different story. Osh, however, dared to climb the terrible staircase. By the will of Ona, he succeeded and also ceased to be alone, as he gained a deadly Elm as his servant, skilled in curses. What they did together, even Rurek did not know. Perhaps they tried to destroy Erebus, but it is unlikely that he remained in Ikazkan.
Soon, the names of Rurek and Osh, warriors of Ona, were already resounding throughout Ikazkan. Shoulder to shoulder, the two friends were ready to challenge any threat to the well-being of Ikazkan. Even the Shadows. But the surface... the surface mattered little to Rurek and Osh, for their home, their goddess, their followers were here – in Ikazkan! Tezot is for weaklings! For Erebus and his cheesemakers!
Thus ended the story of two glorious followers of Ona. Simple, but with taste.
ELSEWHERE, AT ANOTHER TIME
What is beauty? Oh, beauty is an integral part of any self-respecting advanced being. Beauty is not life and not death. Beauty is something you can possess and something you must possess, otherwise, what is the point of this mortal flesh? Brothers and sisters, architects of the great empire of the undead, take the choice of a vessel too lightly. Decaying corpses, bare bones... what a depressing sight. A perfect immortal body is what matters!
– I sense your fear. But believe me... – the gentle voice of a young girl enveloped the consciousness of an unknown listener... – I was once afraid of death too. But what now? Death is not the end. Death is the beginning. The beginning of the path to boundless beauty!
Eyes and ears are needed everywhere. Your fate is truly enviable. Rejoice! Your body will serve the great purpose of the Pale Mummy!
– One more injection... and one more spell! Don't worry, – the girl smiled sweetly. – Soon you will be almost like me. Just as beautiful... and dead!
Oh, the horror in the eyes of the living! Once, she looked at Master Tann in the same way. The dead are frightening only at first. Once you get to know them better, they become your best friends!
– Spare me... spare me... – begged the foolish mortal.
– I have already spared you, – the girl said sweetly. – You have become mine, and that, you know, is a blessing! Because I know how to work with corpses. Well, come on... give me your heart!
...TO BE CONTINUED...