The Blind Gods
Copyright© 2025 by Wau
Chapter 41: Farewells - 1
The crowd rose to get a better look at the Wau on the ground. After all those displays of power, it was surprising to see him so motionless. The Aleph was not fooled.
A tremor. The desert quakes. The VIP drop detaches and falls, smashing into a large violet stain that floods the turf like a raging disease. Around the stadium, the walls shatter and immense Lennox cubes rise up, darkening the horizon. Towering over everything, as tall as a Transient child, big-eyed and small-voiced, one of them exclaims:
“We don’t leave without having killed someone.”
The stadium plunges into a vast abyss, a mad elevator descending through all the levels of the True Abyss. The first bouts of madness and the first cardiac arrests break out among the crowd, and are stabilized by the Transient. On every level, tourists commit ever more horrific atrocities on Xenos, human children, and a giant Samuel Aloysius: eye-gouging, mutilations, murders. Brandishing cleavers, the tourists climb back up the stands to attack spectators, who die of terror only to come back to life.
The stadium stops just as Proteus—immense like the Transient child—announces, as though calling a train:
“Behold the True Abyss, where you will lose all hope in humankind.”
On the field, the violet grasses burst into hellish flames as devils pierce and roast duplicates of the spectators before their eyes.
Somewhat dazed, the Aleph steps forward and sweeps the illusion away with a single gesture, and the stadium reappears, intact. The spectators, who have sometimes suffered two or three successive heart attacks, struggle to their feet, groggy.
A gigantic gryphon soars across the sky, blotting out the sun. Ariane grips a golden spear and plunges it into the turf, which bursts into flames again, screaming:
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