Neverlasting Life

[Evelond Formos]

"At your knees!" Kell spoke these words with no mercy. Haru fell to his knees, but not because Kell told him; because he was feeling too weak to stand.

As he fell to his knees, Kell demanded Haru serve Nergal.

"I serve Enlil! And Enlil only!"

"All end up in his hands in the end," Nefaria said, evil in her tone. "What has Enlil ever done for you?"

Haru's head was pounding, and he didn't know why. Was he cracking up? Was this the end?

He managed to utter a few words: "Enlil . . . done for me . . . ressurections . . ."

"Ah, so I assume Enlil has ressurected you many times?" Kell was moving the skull he had in his hand's jaw up and down as he talked, quite enjoying his new puppet.

" . . ." Haru grunted. Pain was seering through his veins.

"The path of destiny always ends up at the mercy of Nergal," Nefaria commented.

"Quite so," agreed Kell.

Why is there so much pain! Enlil! Mercy! Help!

To Haru's surprise, Enlil replied.

I am going to make a double of you, one that serves Nergal, so you can still be alive, whereas Kell will assume you have become a Nergalite.

Thank you Enlil . . . Haru let himself slip into unconciousness. Everything was going to be alright.

Hopefully.

[Rob the Mighty]

Muah ha ha ha ha!