My Lonesome Dove,
I am standing upon the bevelled edge. If there is any part of you that has tenaciously held onto your faith, and any surity that your prayers will not ricochet off the heavens, than I would entreat you to say one for me.
We killed a god.
That statement makes me sound mad. Lest it be metaphorical. Or sacrilegious. But it is neither – it is literal. We killed a deity. To be perfectly accurate, a horrid aberration that was once a god. In another place and time, in another realm and reality. We put down its monstrous steward and put an end to its murder and butchery of innocents. A train of cannibalistic horrors nearly waylaid us, but at the end of it all we confronted the vile corruption that was once Torm, and we ended the Golgoroth. We all but paid for it with the lives of every one of us.
And these idiots want to put another notch in their belt like some merry band of mercenaries.
Any sane person would leave these fools and heathens to their fate. They carry on like jesters in the Queen’s court, heedless of their plight or situation. Mindlessly prancing about, prattling on about their nonsensical thoughts and desires, wreaking havoc, death and destruction at every turn. Putting everything and everyone at risk. No sober sense of purpose, no vital sense of urgency.
We stand upon the precipice of Armageddon and they behave like they’re at a tea party.
But I cannot bring myself to abandon these fools. I should, but I cannot. I cannot shake the feeling that they all have a part to play, some critical purpose, some heavy brand of fate upon their souls. Perhaps there is a brand upon mine, and that is the proverbial cross that I bear.
I imagine the Bard of Avon was correct.“This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Say a prayer for me, my Darling Dove, that mine has some significance after all.
Endearingly, Jonah “Cuchuliann” Sterling