...In a place that is no place...
...In a castle that was never built, in a land that only appears on
imaginary maps and in unconventional minds, in a throne room never
seen, built from the shards of forgotten dreams, on a chair so
resplendent no one man could ever have built it...
...An angel sits, contemplating his victory with a hollow
satisfaction. His tall, thin form folded into this most unreal
chair, legs crossed, fingers laced, thumbs resting against his brow.
All the players played their part, all the pieces fit together:
decades of careful planning and subtle manipulation...a suggestion
hear, a strange dream there, all for this moment, this so-called
victory...
...One-nil to the good guys...
...Yes, he has new influence in the Warp, and yes, new allies too in
this endless conflict. But a single battle does not win a war, there
is conflict and turmoil just outside the door, he must never lose
sight of what the war was for...
Something snaps in the depths of his mind, permanent and
irreversible. He's on his feet before he knows it, fingers snapping
above his head, minions summoned with a single click.
Out with the old, in with the new, isn't that what they say? Time to
begin a new chapter, to scheme a new scheme...and perhaps it's time
also to take a new name.
The End
(...for now...)
