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“He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.”
- H.H. Munro

It was a crack of thunder when Lámhfhada tore Marbas from Lucien's body, and it was a bolt of lightning when Lucien's soul flew back to his body, and half way around the world I planted my foot and shook a mountain. I dislike my will being thwarted. I returned to Excolo, and I found Lugh the long-arm dead, which was a pity. No doubt the coward let himself die, for surely he knew what I could do to him. I do not care about Lucien's soul in particular; any one who thinks that I can own a man's soul only if he signs a piece of paper is foolish indeed. But Marbas I placed in Lucien for a reason, and it is no one's place but mine to release him.

Lugh killed his mad wife, I learned. It is no great loss; the town is chaotic enough, and so I do not miss her. The air, however, is less charged now, three gods gone in short notice. That smell of power, like the sky after a storm, has been muted. Gods die so easily now, in fire or on the point of a sword or in wrestling with a demon. It is a sign of how far they have fallen.

Marbas has fled. But I will bring him back soon enough. And then he will remember who is lord here.

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[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

“He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.”
- H.H. Munro

It was a crack of thunder when Lámhfhada tore Marbas from Lucien's body, and it was a bolt of lightning when Lucien's soul flew back to his body, and half way around the world I planted my foot and shook a mountain. I dislike my will being thwarted. I returned to Excolo, and I found Lugh the long-arm dead, which was a pity. No doubt the coward let himself die, for surely he knew what I could do to him. I do not care about Lucien's soul in particular; any one who thinks that I can own a man's soul only if he signs a piece of paper is foolish indeed. But Marbas I placed in Lucien for a reason, and it is no one's place but mine to release him.

Lugh killed his mad wife, I learned. It is no great loss; the town is chaotic enough, and so I do not miss her. The air, however, is less charged now, three gods gone in short notice. That smell of power, like the sky after a storm, has been muted. Gods die so easily now, in fire or on the point of a sword or in wrestling with a demon. It is a sign of how far they have fallen.

Marbas has fled. But I will bring him back soon enough. And then he will remember who is lord here.

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