06-01-2015, 05:33 AM
“What the jank …” said Enel. He couldn’t believe that Ganondorf had killed his old vassal. What a waste of a good servant! He sulked while his maids stroked him and crooned. “Get off!” He snapped. He wasn’t in the mood anymore.
No, now was time for action. He was God; he could do whatever he pleased. It was time to get out and get to work.
The last Birkan found himself wandering the Gerudo village Ganondorf had left behind. He scowled at seeing so many dirty dark-skinned vagabonds, with their hook noses and their red hair. They all reminded him of Ganondorf. He had half a mind to destroy them all right now, but they served a purpose; producing food for the Castle, procuring goods from the other towns and verses, and bringing him omnilium, paltry as it was compared to the amount he himself could gain in a single outing. Besides, he thought with a rising sneer. It’s nice to see them subjugated. Perhaps I’ll have to work them harder. I’ll set Firani to it … wait, shit. He grumbled.
Now was not the time for silly politics. It was time to proceed, time to gain the knowledge he needed. It was becoming increasingly and uncomfortably apparent that this illusory world was far more complex and labyrinthine then he’d thought. Perhaps it was not just one devil eater, but many. It made sense — a single devil eater stood no chance of taking him down, nor could they have produced a world as realistic as this one. ‘Omni’ was simply a codename for their group — a transparent attempt to hide the fact that they were legion. As for the other inhabitants … he had no idea. Illusions, perhaps, but more likely poor fools brought here in an attempt to slow him down. What was Omni’s plan?
He would have to begin by gaining transportation. This was where the rules of the illusion began to work against it. For a deity as clever as the Lord of Lightning, any disadvantage could be made into an advantage. And so he began to focus his mind on the one thing he knew his enemies would be terrified of. In fact … it was the one thing he had yet to complete even in the true world.
The Golden Ark.
His eyes glazed over in misty wonderment as he thought of the Great Ark. So close to completion now, his life’s work. It would harbour him to Fairy Vearth and then he would finally take his rightful place at the seat of the universe …
Enel clenched his fist and visualised the Golden Ark. But something was wrong. As he tried to channel his omnilium into the idea, making fantasy into reality, he felt a twinge in his mind. An ache that became tangible, and then shocked him completely out of his thought process. He snarled and tried again. Once more he was shocked from his meditative state. This was beginning to try his patience. This time he tried harder. The feedback was immediate and even more painful than before. The bastards! They had deliberately blocked him from summoning the one thing he needed most! Enel fumed.
“You there!” he snarled at a Gerudo passerby. The woman turned and regarded him with guarded fear. Enel was known, ever since he had taken over the Fortress. Most avoided him, but this woman had been unlucky. “What the hell do you shit stains do for transport around here? How do you get around?”
She looked blank, then pointed. “We ride horses.”
Enel followed the direction of her finger to a stable. It looked filthy. He glared back at her. “You ride animals? No wonder you smell so bad.” He thought for a moment before shaking his head. No. No God should be seen riding something so base. He decided to try something else.
If animals were allowed, then he’d create something fitting of his majesty. Within his mind he formed the shape of one of the legendary beasts he’d seen in his books. Long and serpentine, red of scale and long of whisker, no mortal could tame the dragons … except God himself. He cackled as his thoughts came to fruition. Perhaps twenty feet long, its eyes were impassive slits that regarded the village with the same haughty disdain Enel himself did. A fitting steed.
“Kneel!” barked Enel and the beast did as he bid. It lowered itself to the floor, allowing Enel to stride up and mount it just below its head. “Now ride!” he ordered. And with that, the serpent began to flow, almost like water, across the desert sands. Enel cackled. It was time to pay a visit to The Town with No Name.
No, now was time for action. He was God; he could do whatever he pleased. It was time to get out and get to work.
The last Birkan found himself wandering the Gerudo village Ganondorf had left behind. He scowled at seeing so many dirty dark-skinned vagabonds, with their hook noses and their red hair. They all reminded him of Ganondorf. He had half a mind to destroy them all right now, but they served a purpose; producing food for the Castle, procuring goods from the other towns and verses, and bringing him omnilium, paltry as it was compared to the amount he himself could gain in a single outing. Besides, he thought with a rising sneer. It’s nice to see them subjugated. Perhaps I’ll have to work them harder. I’ll set Firani to it … wait, shit. He grumbled.
Now was not the time for silly politics. It was time to proceed, time to gain the knowledge he needed. It was becoming increasingly and uncomfortably apparent that this illusory world was far more complex and labyrinthine then he’d thought. Perhaps it was not just one devil eater, but many. It made sense — a single devil eater stood no chance of taking him down, nor could they have produced a world as realistic as this one. ‘Omni’ was simply a codename for their group — a transparent attempt to hide the fact that they were legion. As for the other inhabitants … he had no idea. Illusions, perhaps, but more likely poor fools brought here in an attempt to slow him down. What was Omni’s plan?
He would have to begin by gaining transportation. This was where the rules of the illusion began to work against it. For a deity as clever as the Lord of Lightning, any disadvantage could be made into an advantage. And so he began to focus his mind on the one thing he knew his enemies would be terrified of. In fact … it was the one thing he had yet to complete even in the true world.
The Golden Ark.
His eyes glazed over in misty wonderment as he thought of the Great Ark. So close to completion now, his life’s work. It would harbour him to Fairy Vearth and then he would finally take his rightful place at the seat of the universe …
Enel clenched his fist and visualised the Golden Ark. But something was wrong. As he tried to channel his omnilium into the idea, making fantasy into reality, he felt a twinge in his mind. An ache that became tangible, and then shocked him completely out of his thought process. He snarled and tried again. Once more he was shocked from his meditative state. This was beginning to try his patience. This time he tried harder. The feedback was immediate and even more painful than before. The bastards! They had deliberately blocked him from summoning the one thing he needed most! Enel fumed.
“You there!” he snarled at a Gerudo passerby. The woman turned and regarded him with guarded fear. Enel was known, ever since he had taken over the Fortress. Most avoided him, but this woman had been unlucky. “What the hell do you shit stains do for transport around here? How do you get around?”
She looked blank, then pointed. “We ride horses.”
Enel followed the direction of her finger to a stable. It looked filthy. He glared back at her. “You ride animals? No wonder you smell so bad.” He thought for a moment before shaking his head. No. No God should be seen riding something so base. He decided to try something else.
If animals were allowed, then he’d create something fitting of his majesty. Within his mind he formed the shape of one of the legendary beasts he’d seen in his books. Long and serpentine, red of scale and long of whisker, no mortal could tame the dragons … except God himself. He cackled as his thoughts came to fruition. Perhaps twenty feet long, its eyes were impassive slits that regarded the village with the same haughty disdain Enel himself did. A fitting steed.
“Kneel!” barked Enel and the beast did as he bid. It lowered itself to the floor, allowing Enel to stride up and mount it just below its head. “Now ride!” he ordered. And with that, the serpent began to flow, almost like water, across the desert sands. Enel cackled. It was time to pay a visit to The Town with No Name.
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