RestlessGambler

Let's try this again

One light remained. Thirty-six saints gathered on the mountain slope, and together fulfilled their ancient destiny. The passing of the world in this cruel and horrible fashion could not be helped - they had been waylaid by the forces of the world too long to prevent the horrors of the King, but they were not without power.

Creation could not be healed, but the King might be made vulnerable. The seals he had placed upon himself, all those ancient defenses, were dissolved. These were the seven that would destroy the king. The little bastard Empress in her veil, her head swollen and her tongue mute. Harker, the man who shattered the dreamtime with a single strike. The Exile, who long ago cheated the Brothers Three. A'habbat the Unbroken, seventh Bride no longer. The apostate Fawn astride the Saturnian Stag. Set, third son of Adam. Isabel the Maker of Wonders. Seven spears pierced the Scarlet King.

One pierced his right eye - this was Harker's spear.

One pierced his left eye anew - this was the Fawn's spear.

One pierced his liver - this was Set's spear.

One pierced his hands - this was the Exile's spear.

One pierced his feet - this was the Empress' spear.

One pierced his heart - this was A'habbat's spear.

The last was driven down through his skull - this was Isabel's spear.

The Brothers Three thus came to claim the King, as had been their right since the beginning. His body was cast into the Abyss, and Death hung over the waters.