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James West - Reaper Of Sorrows

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James A. West

Reaper Of Sorrows

Chapter 1

Guttering torches clutched in crude iron claws flared at Lord Sanouks arrival, but did little to brighten the small circular chamber spread beneath a vaulted ceiling. Before the flames grew steady and true in their burning, misty figures detached themselves from undying shadows. They danced near, coiled between his legs, their spectral gray fingers caressing him and the bound girl slung over his shoulder. The whisperings of Gathuls fleshless servants filled his ears, vile utterings to wither a mans soul. Sanouk steeled his mind and will against those jeering blasphemies. They were nothing in the face of what was to come.

In time silence fell, and the vaporous fiends departed for realms mortal flesh never ventured, seeking livelier sport. Unease stayed with Sanouk, quickening his pulse. Treating with a god was no small matter.

He took a calming breath and grounded the torch that had led him through the twisting warren beneath his fortress, then stepped fully into the sanctum of Gathul. Riding the vaults walls, the ensconced torches burned brighter still at his advance. Save for the shimmering greenstone altar and the wizened mystic entombed behind a translucent wall of flowing blood, the subterranean room might have been a crypt built for an ancient ruler during the Age of Glory, when gods had shared truths that men had long since forgotten. Whatever the chambers original maker intended, by chance or design it had become the gateway to Gathuls realm.

Within this mean place, Sanouk said to the girl, needing to hear a human voice, even if his own, I will gain the power to build my own kingdom, and regain my stolen honor.

She flinched at his words, her naked flesh wriggling deliciously against his shoulder. She could not speak for the gag stuffed in her mouth. What possible answer could she give, even if able? It was a rancorous thought. Despite sharing his bed, she was like the rest of the villagers, believing he had made a bid for the throne destined for his brother, Prince Nabar. Sanouk was lord and master of Hilan and the northern reaches of his fathers realm of Cerrikoth, but he was also a disavowed outcast, a fallen prince. The respect he garnered from his subjects came only at the threat of punishment.

For now, my father and brother can keep their decaying throne, he went on, defending himself against her unspoken accusations, and I will make my own. Trust that the day will come when my strength will prevail over theirs, and I will take in truth what I was accused of trying to steal. Before any future ambitions came to fruition, however, Gathul demanded a price.

Lord Sanouk flung Aleena off his shoulder. She struck the stone floor and let out a muffled scream. Clad only in corded bindings that cut into her wrists and ankles, she thrashed and kicked, leaving a serpentine curve in the dust coating the floor.

Sanouk eyed her lolling breasts, marked her flashing doe eyes, and for a moment regretted that Aleenas sacrifice would deny him further samplings of her nubile flesh. But there were others. Many and more. A grin stretched his thin lips into a bloodless line, and his eyes narrowed in thought. Aleena had a sister a little younger, and her mother, a scullery maid in his own kitchens, was not so old or worn to be without certain charms.

Pushing that aside, Sanouk spun on his heel and eased past the greenstone altar, its oblong top standing waist-high and carved with a depression the length and width of a large man. He dared not look deeply into the altars cloudy green depths. He had before, and found strange figures frolicking within. Illusion, he told himself then, a trick of the stones properties. He did not truly believe that, but it was easier to think so.

With the alter behind him, he halted before the old man trapped within one of a dozen upright niches hollowed out of the bedrock walls. A hundred wounds over Undais body wept the crimson flow that sustained his prison. Undying, he wailed mutely and beat at the barrier, to no avail.

Sanouk could not resist drawing his dagger and slowly raking it across his palm. The keen steel bit deep, severing flesh and tendons. But after the blade passed there was no mark, no wound, no blood. A tingle of excitement crept up his spine at the sure knowledge that as long as Undai remained locked away, no blade could kill him.

Thank you, Undai, he breathed, sheathing the dagger. Of course, the aged conjurer could not hear him, nor could he see his captors taunting face hanging mere inches away, for Sanouk had dug out the mans eyes, leaving wide, unhealing sockets.

Sanouk studied the other niches, all empty. How many times have they been filled and emptied down through the ages? Undai had found the chamber of Gathul but, drunken fool that he was, he let slip its purpose, and that of the niches, to the wrong pair of ears. In due course, that knowledge had come to Sanouk. After putting Undai to the question, Sanouk discovered the means to gain what he desired but had long since abandoned hope of ever having. And what he wanted was so much more than Undais wine-sodden mind had ever conceived for himself.

When Lord Sanouk turned back to Aleena, she went still under his obsidian stare. You do not die this day, he assured her, for your living flesh will serve me.

Where the night before she had looked on him with tentative, virginal passion, now fear and loathing shone in her gaze. Lust stirred Sanouks loins, but he tamped it down. There was no time for dithering.

He moved to the altar and undressed, folding his deep green robes and smallclothes, and setting them aside. Aleena turned her gaze to the floor, as if his nakedness shamed her. Or, perhaps, her desire leaves her troubled? He laughed aloud, his voice pounding through the bone-filled labyrinth beyond the chamber. Aleena curled into a weeping ball.

On one end of the altar waited a collection of small jars containing purified sands brought from shores of distant seas. Near these sat assorted vials brimming with fragrant oils. Undai, drunkard or not, had been thorough in gathering the materials required for the cleansing rite.

Lord Sanouk mixed oils together in a filigreed golden bowl, muttering prayers to the dark god he served. Next he slathered the liquid over his skin and gray-shot black hair. He followed this by dusting himself with the various sands, then rubbing the tacky paste over himself until his flesh tingled. Finally, he used a shell-shaped bronze scraper to remove the sticky sludge.

Purified, Sanouk lifted Aleena from the floor and placed her within the depression in the altars top. At the first touch of her warmth, soft suckling noises sounded within the chamber, as the verdant stone molded itself to her body. Howling behind the gag, she writhed and bucked in an effort to escape. Ever her eyes sought his, pleading for clemency.

Perhaps I could find another? But no, he had delayed too long already. A moons turning was all the time the god had granted him between sacrifices. The only other conditions were that he should never sacrifice the innocent, or suffer a willing victim. Failing to meet Gathuls demands would imperil his own soul and, by extension, destroy his plans.

After clearing his mind of all distractions, Sanouk arched his back and spread his arms. Arcane words of summoning flowed from his throat, words given him by Undai, just before he had cut out the sorcerers tongue. Yaazapa Gathul! El yettairath dakerr! Yaazapa Gathul!

The incantation filled the chamber with a power far beyond mere spoken words, spread through the catacombs, seeped into the bones of the earth.

Yaazapa Gathul! El yettairath dakerr! Yaazapa Gathul!

A stirring cold raised the fine hairs at Sanouks neck. The torches brightened from gold to blinding silver, and their leaping flames roared against the curving ceiling like claws of fire. A shadow drawn from the deepest reaches of the underworld oozed into the base of the greenstone altar, obscuring its odd luminosity. The unformed figures trapped within, those Sanouk had tried to deny existed, darted like fish in a pond. As that shifting darkness imbued the stone beneath her, turning its vibrant hue a featureless black, Aleena flailed all the more.

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