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Anachronox ch12
Anachronox ch12
Masterchief,” said a voice from the dark corner. Dezzick had been taken into a
Out from the darkness came the chancellor, Samyaza. He was Lucifer’s
advocate and emissary. He judged all cases by Lucifer’s laws, then he judged by
his own. He was a bloodthirsty monster. He would kill any of his greatest soldiers
to satisfy his own desire. He did, including his only son. Now, his intelligence
surpassed Lucifer’s own, but the Devil always too powerful for him. So, he
stopped trying to usurp the throne. He decided it was more pleasurable to run the
“How can you say that you are innocent when I haven’t even told you the
charges!” “What is my crime,” asked the anxious demon, “What have I done so
terrible that you have done this to me?” Samyaza walked up to him, his face right
Dezzick’s wings would have shown fear, if they weren’t binded down.
Samyaza’s height lacked about five inches from seven feet. He had long,
brown hair, which was straight until it reached the ends, where it would curl
outward. He had earth brown, piercing eyes which had the ability to strike
enough fear into anyone and turn petrify them. He wore enough armor to make
of the Grigori (or the Watchers), angels sent by God to humanity to teach them
the basics of life. Instead of teaching the humans, they took the crown of creation
and enslaved them. This was before the Fall of Lucifer. Even when he was an
Samyaza whispered one word into Dezzick’s ear. A word so cursed and so
humiliating that those who received it was bestowed the ultimate punishment:
death. The word which had shattered Dezzick’s life once before. The word which
had marred his childhood. The word orphaned him. The chancellor whispered
Dezzick then entered a comatose state as the officers carried him away
from Samyaza’s presence to a prison that was fifty stories below the chancellor’s
very feet. Dezzick was to be flogged, tortured, interrogated, and finally put to
death.
Treason. Samyaza loved to give punishment for the crime. It was the only
one he found amusing. He flew to his office and lazily sat in his chair with a dark,
cruel grin portrayed on his face. Treason. And so the fun begins, he thought to
himself.