To the Victor goes the Spoils

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(I remember how it was…

There was pain in me, but I did not know it. All I knew, all I could see, was how he was torn… he stood, too pale in contrast to the blackness around him. At his feet… the saddest sight in the world. Noble creatures they had been, true Gash, my makers companions. Now they lay like so many toys that had been carelessly tossed aside… the chatterer, the builder, and she…
His eyes, lost amongst such painful image, they were milky now, grey. His proud shoulders bowed, such as you see on the lone survivor of a disaster beyond his grasp. A soft sound came from him, a word I did not understand… I alone was close enough to see how his hands clenched uselessly at his sides. Piston heard the scrapping first, he turned alarmed, and I too felt fear as the unknown drew near, for I was still capable of it then. The tunnel guard crawled up behind Topec. The poor creature was shaking, he moved forward, hesitated. Topec shivered lightly, his eyes shut in denial. The creature tensed, as if afraid any movement on his part would shatter my maker, and cause him to collapse among these fallen… or as if afraid of frightening him, he who had risen again. Slowly, it extended one open claw.
…And Topec grimaced, teeth barred in rising anger. Without turning he reached out behind him, taking the claw into his leather clad hand, a silent comfort passing between them.


…his strength bled back into him, he opened his eyes and the black was returning as we watched. They flashed for a moment, red. His grip turned fierce, then released altogether. He stood tall again, never broken. He gave a command, something deep in a tongue we could not know, and scooped the fallen female into his arms. Tunnel guard clattered over, pulling the other two into his claws. Both disappeared into the closing pathways of the dark labyrinth. We were alone.

Or not! There were strange things amongst us now! Eyes peering out from the shadows, eyes attached to pale faces, and leather clad forms. They advanced, the lords of hell, their eyes as deep as my makers. We seemed for a moment mere dust amongst the masses. Where had they come from? When were they sprung? Before the murder of the Gash? After? They drew closer, whispering and hissing, and speaking the dark tongue I did not know. I was pressed to the wall, Camera by my side. CD and Piston had been forced away from us. Still they drew closer, poking and prodding where they liked, trying to understand what to them, must have been a foreign concept. Cenobites made outside the labyrinth? Impossible! Bu here we stood, and to this moment I believe they would have dissected us, to know, to see… if not for Leviathan!!!

Oh the sound!!! We were floored, I fell back, oh the glory and horror of it! All around us the cenobites stopped, listened. Again it came! Like a foghorn from the distance… and something answered it… a sound without pitch or tone, but deep, resonant, it grew… becoming almost a growl. I could feel the vibrations of it in the ground below me, and it filled me with such an amazing joy that I will never describe it, it cannot be done. Again came the foghorn call, and a black brilliance of light descended upon us. It covered all in its presence, around me I watched the keepers of hell kneel in the dust, faces raised in worship. I cried out, but it drew my sound away… and my fear, until there was room in me for nothing but it, but the god, my god! Leviathan!! This was the vein! These were the black miracles! The hidden wonders that I had been promised! The light rose from us, and I made out, blinded though I still was, the four that stood at its heart. I knew him before I saw him, and he saw me. The light of leviathan glinted off of his pins like a lion’s mane in full brilliance.
Leviathan called out one last time, the floor shuddered, and I understood. The God called, “They have come!” and Topec, my maker replied in the deep resonance, “We are here.”

All of hell rose, as a mass they tossed their blades to the ground in service. The Gash was whole, the lord of Hell had returned, and none would challenge them. Then all was a blur of movement, and it was luck that my eyes fell on my lord and the female as they vanished down a passage. I was intrigued, and I will admit, irritated, to see her beside him, as if she was touching something that was mine. As swiftly as I could I followed them, traced their steps until the sight before me forced me to stop.

They were entwined, she had her legs about him, he had his head tossed over her shoulder. Their robes meshed, and against the wall he was claiming her. He was not gentle, she was not timid, they met like thunder and lightning, and they groaned like the earth. She held him close to her, her hands roamed his back when they were not pressing him further in. he panted, head down, his attention on her, his eyes were bright in a way I had not seen before. She called out suddenly, tugging harder at him. He groaned and slowed his movements so that she snarled her need. Gentle, almost teasing, a soft rock that brought no relief. She closed her eyes, made a sound of distress. Instantly his eyes were afire, and he pushed her to the ground, thrusting hard now and panting against her.
She quaked, shivered, her legs pulled him closer, her fingers dug deep furrows in the dirt. He reared above her, owning her, and with her all of hell. I had not seen him as the stallion before, and it triggered a need in me I had not known. I ached for his touch, the sight of them inflamed me, and as she called her release and he bellowed his I wished more than anything to be where she lay. They looked at each other, panting, and I leaned against the wall, knees weak and eyes guilty.

And he looked at me, as if he had been aware of me all the while. And his smile seemed to whisper… Perhaps child… perhaps.)

Zipe Topec left his consorts still in Leviathans hold, they would not wake for a while yet. He had grown restless in his age, and his feet led him aimlessly over the moving maze of pain and bliss. A sound caught his attention, a low snarl, like a big cat after it had cornered its prey. He turned his head and looked across the expanse of the labyrinth… It came again, answered by a shout of pain. Topec’s eyes widened. A cenobite, something was attacking a cenobite? The cries came again, with the sound of a blow. Topec’s eyes turned a shade darker. He approached swiftly.
The demon, which had drawn his attention with its growls was snarling now, holding the cenobite female below him. The female in question, a recent addition to hell, was fighting with what seemed to be the last of her strength to get free. She reared up again, attempting to fling him off, but she was bleeding rather heavily now, and was drooping quickly. Topec knew that demons could attack with little provoking, but they rarely let it go this far, knowing well who Leviathans favored children are in hell. She stopped fighting, she had lost the strength to. Her eyes, shutting with unconsciousness, met his for a moment.
It was enough, usually if a cenobite pushed a demon this far, they were weeded out accordingly, but in that gaze he had seen all was not as it should be. He leapt, landing before the demon, and sliced its exposed chest as it reared to face him.

Three quick incisions and a well placed fist, the demon fell to the dust, its heart ripped from the chest cavity. He tossed the corpse aside, not a moment to soon as demon blood is acidic, and her injuries would fester from it.

…Yes, this had been unnatural; he smelt it on the demons breath. Tainted. Tainted by Behemoth. He called out to Leviathan, telling the god of this. Then turned his attention back to her, …what to do with her? Well, first to see the surgeon, then whatever was to be, would be.

Authors note: well? What do YOU think he’s gonna do with her? “wink wink!!”