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“Blessed be The Queen, for without her existence is meaningless.”
Deep within the hinterlands of Erde Nona Leviticus slumbered. dreams of days long since past danced through his mind. Towers built with impossible geometry stretched high into the ether while fields of gold carpeted the landscape. He remembered the scent of freshly bloomed wildflowers and the gentle kiss of the sun upon his flesh. He remember the love of his wife and children. He remember the sweetness of her flesh and he remember the bitter blood of his enemies. He remembered many things, but most importantly he remembered Her. The Queen stood outside the realm of reality, she existed as a guiding light to a cold and hostile universe. Those that lived beneath her basked in an eternal warmth and lived like kings. Leviticus served her faithfully for life was pointless otherwise. After all, just what kind of existence could one eke out when devoid of her light? Some would call this blind faith, but those that would had never seen The Queen in person. Leviticus had. He had seen Her in all of her splendor and majesty. He had tried to comprehend her boundless existence compared to his limited mortality. He had quivered before her might and in her presence he knew one thing to be true above all -- The Queen was the answer. These dreams, which lasted for days, were the only connection he had left to her countenance. For how long had he lived devoid of her presence? Too long, for entirely too long had he been separated from his matriarch.
As the worshiper slumbered the world around him continued to move, completely unaware of The Queen’s disappearance. Pity was the only thing Leviticus felt for the inhabitants of the Crossroads. They had yet to find salvation in The Queen’s loving embrace. Moss and vines creeped across his stationary form. Rain had come and gone and left the robotic paladin half submerged in a pile of dried mud. Animals came and went about their business, completely oblivious to Leviticus’s presence. He carried no scent and his body stood perfectly still as breathing was a pointless chore for him. For seven days the proselyte slept and dreamed. On the seventh day his mechanical body slowly came to life. Like a bear rising from hibernation his mind came back online in slow groggy strokes. His sapphire eyes flickered and came to life like two little motes of blue fire in his head. Auditory sensors activated and were subsequently filled with a concert of horrid sounds. Slick sloppy crunches filled the air and mingled with visceral slurps and glugs and gulps.
Crouched over a mutilated deer carcass sat a small scaled being. Only as big as a human child the scaled humanoid chomped away at the mangled animal. Its striking blue-green scales glistened with the bloody runoffs of its meal. Skewered into the animal’s flank was a sword that appeared jagged from apparent years of misuse and poor maintenance. The lizard creature used its claws to strip away ragged hunks of flesh. It would hold the globs of stringy meat high into the air and lower them down into its snapping snout. All the while the forest stood silent as if to listen to the little gremlin’s feast. Every now and again the thing would accidentally swallow and bone and spend a few minutes hacking up ossein splinters before resuming its lunch. A yellow row of crystals ran along its snout and crawled across the top of its head, forming an offset mohawk of twinkling jewels. These crystals dug beneath the turquoise scales and in some places uprooted them entirely. For a long while Leviticus merely observed, entranced by the creature’s sheer savagery. As the lizardman neared the end of its meal Leviticus shifted and stirred, knocking off a layer of detritus. Instinctively the creature grabbed its weapon and whirled around, ready to defend its kill.
With a hiss it demanded, “Show yourself sneaky snake!”
A deep reverberating chuckle escaped the automaton as it lurched upwards. Moss, dirt, and other grime was shaken loose as Leviticus rose. Easily standing a head and a half over the average human Leviticus absolutely towered over the diminutive lizardman. A long and hefty shadow was cast across the reptilian hunter and it shuffled back instinctively. For a moment the leviathan stood still, not even its chest moved to draw breath.
“My friend, I’ve been here the entire time,” Leviticus answered, his voice a deep metallic echo. He continued, “I have no need to hide for The Queen keeps me safe, tell me what is your name voracious one?”
Keeping his sword between the two the lizardman answered, “My name? You’re not gonna kill me?”
Leviticus chuckled and answered, “Only if you want me to.”
“Zasq, my name is Zasq,” the reptilian humanoid answered. Its snout crinkled as it sniffed the air and eyed Levi nervously. It spoke with a hiss, “What are you? You don’t got a scent and you move like a stone.”
“I am Leviticus, servant of The Queen,” he said and reached up to his helm. Several puffs of chilled air escaped from his neck as he removed the armored headpiece. His sapphire eyes flickered and faded as they lost power. There was no man or anything that could be misconstrued as one beneath the plates of armor. Zasq peered warily into the sentinel’s open neck and saw only magic and machinery, no flesh nor blood was present. With a mechanical click and whir Leviticus replaced his head and spoke, “The Queen has gifted me this immortal body, flesh will fail, but I will not. Tell me Zasq, have you heard of The Queen?”
“Hnn,” It whined, “What queen?”
“The Queen”
“Which one?”
Leviticus chuckled and answered, “The only one, the progenitor of all things good and the matriarch of all living beings. The Queen, Zasq, Her divine majesty is the only thing that matters in this reality. She is more than alpha and more than omega, Her will is absolute and those that serve Her awesome might prosper. The Queen.”
Zasq whined and shifted about. The deer carcass was getting cold. Glancing at his meal and then back at Leviticus, Zasq asked, “What do you want?”
“My friend, this is about what you want,” Leviticus responded, “You’re hungry yes?”
Zasq nodded, his crystalline growths flashing as they caught the sun.
“The Queen provides,” Leviticus said, “Under Her you will never grow hungry. Your belly will be filled and your body will grow strong. Feasts grander than any others will be held in Her name and Her champions will drink and be merry. With Her the impossible is made possible my friend. Any desire in your heart can be made reality for that is The Queen’s promise to Her servants.”
Zasq thought for a moment and said, “Food is good, dreams are better.”
“Indeed they are my friend, so do you wish to stand with The Queen?”
Zasq glanced over at the deer carcass and whined. What was left would barely fill his gut. He lowered his jagged implement and wiped blood from his mouth. Thinking so hard made his head ache, but thinking was something his kin had always envied him for. Practically a genius by lizardmen standards the young reptile racked his brain at Leviticus’s question. Food was good. If The Queen could provide food then The Queen was good. Zasq’s stomach groaned as he thought of the wondrous feasts that Leviticus had promised him. Food was always good. Zasq nodded.
“Okay, I join, but Queen must give Zasq food,” He said and tapped the crystals on his skull, “Food make me think better and fill me gut.”
Leviticus chuckled, “Yes my friend The Queen will provide, but first we must make you into a proper knight, your rusty shiv is not fit for a warrior of The Queen! Come, let us find a proper blacksmith, onward to glory my friend, onward!”
With that the armored sycophant grabbed his companion and sauntered off into the forest. Zasq whimpered and took one last look at his half-finished meal. Cold or not, meat was still meat.
Deep within the hinterlands of Erde Nona Leviticus slumbered. dreams of days long since past danced through his mind. Towers built with impossible geometry stretched high into the ether while fields of gold carpeted the landscape. He remembered the scent of freshly bloomed wildflowers and the gentle kiss of the sun upon his flesh. He remember the love of his wife and children. He remember the sweetness of her flesh and he remember the bitter blood of his enemies. He remembered many things, but most importantly he remembered Her. The Queen stood outside the realm of reality, she existed as a guiding light to a cold and hostile universe. Those that lived beneath her basked in an eternal warmth and lived like kings. Leviticus served her faithfully for life was pointless otherwise. After all, just what kind of existence could one eke out when devoid of her light? Some would call this blind faith, but those that would had never seen The Queen in person. Leviticus had. He had seen Her in all of her splendor and majesty. He had tried to comprehend her boundless existence compared to his limited mortality. He had quivered before her might and in her presence he knew one thing to be true above all -- The Queen was the answer. These dreams, which lasted for days, were the only connection he had left to her countenance. For how long had he lived devoid of her presence? Too long, for entirely too long had he been separated from his matriarch.
As the worshiper slumbered the world around him continued to move, completely unaware of The Queen’s disappearance. Pity was the only thing Leviticus felt for the inhabitants of the Crossroads. They had yet to find salvation in The Queen’s loving embrace. Moss and vines creeped across his stationary form. Rain had come and gone and left the robotic paladin half submerged in a pile of dried mud. Animals came and went about their business, completely oblivious to Leviticus’s presence. He carried no scent and his body stood perfectly still as breathing was a pointless chore for him. For seven days the proselyte slept and dreamed. On the seventh day his mechanical body slowly came to life. Like a bear rising from hibernation his mind came back online in slow groggy strokes. His sapphire eyes flickered and came to life like two little motes of blue fire in his head. Auditory sensors activated and were subsequently filled with a concert of horrid sounds. Slick sloppy crunches filled the air and mingled with visceral slurps and glugs and gulps.
Crouched over a mutilated deer carcass sat a small scaled being. Only as big as a human child the scaled humanoid chomped away at the mangled animal. Its striking blue-green scales glistened with the bloody runoffs of its meal. Skewered into the animal’s flank was a sword that appeared jagged from apparent years of misuse and poor maintenance. The lizard creature used its claws to strip away ragged hunks of flesh. It would hold the globs of stringy meat high into the air and lower them down into its snapping snout. All the while the forest stood silent as if to listen to the little gremlin’s feast. Every now and again the thing would accidentally swallow and bone and spend a few minutes hacking up ossein splinters before resuming its lunch. A yellow row of crystals ran along its snout and crawled across the top of its head, forming an offset mohawk of twinkling jewels. These crystals dug beneath the turquoise scales and in some places uprooted them entirely. For a long while Leviticus merely observed, entranced by the creature’s sheer savagery. As the lizardman neared the end of its meal Leviticus shifted and stirred, knocking off a layer of detritus. Instinctively the creature grabbed its weapon and whirled around, ready to defend its kill.
With a hiss it demanded, “Show yourself sneaky snake!”
A deep reverberating chuckle escaped the automaton as it lurched upwards. Moss, dirt, and other grime was shaken loose as Leviticus rose. Easily standing a head and a half over the average human Leviticus absolutely towered over the diminutive lizardman. A long and hefty shadow was cast across the reptilian hunter and it shuffled back instinctively. For a moment the leviathan stood still, not even its chest moved to draw breath.
“My friend, I’ve been here the entire time,” Leviticus answered, his voice a deep metallic echo. He continued, “I have no need to hide for The Queen keeps me safe, tell me what is your name voracious one?”
Keeping his sword between the two the lizardman answered, “My name? You’re not gonna kill me?”
Leviticus chuckled and answered, “Only if you want me to.”
“Zasq, my name is Zasq,” the reptilian humanoid answered. Its snout crinkled as it sniffed the air and eyed Levi nervously. It spoke with a hiss, “What are you? You don’t got a scent and you move like a stone.”
“I am Leviticus, servant of The Queen,” he said and reached up to his helm. Several puffs of chilled air escaped from his neck as he removed the armored headpiece. His sapphire eyes flickered and faded as they lost power. There was no man or anything that could be misconstrued as one beneath the plates of armor. Zasq peered warily into the sentinel’s open neck and saw only magic and machinery, no flesh nor blood was present. With a mechanical click and whir Leviticus replaced his head and spoke, “The Queen has gifted me this immortal body, flesh will fail, but I will not. Tell me Zasq, have you heard of The Queen?”
“Hnn,” It whined, “What queen?”
“The Queen”
“Which one?”
Leviticus chuckled and answered, “The only one, the progenitor of all things good and the matriarch of all living beings. The Queen, Zasq, Her divine majesty is the only thing that matters in this reality. She is more than alpha and more than omega, Her will is absolute and those that serve Her awesome might prosper. The Queen.”
Zasq whined and shifted about. The deer carcass was getting cold. Glancing at his meal and then back at Leviticus, Zasq asked, “What do you want?”
“My friend, this is about what you want,” Leviticus responded, “You’re hungry yes?”
Zasq nodded, his crystalline growths flashing as they caught the sun.
“The Queen provides,” Leviticus said, “Under Her you will never grow hungry. Your belly will be filled and your body will grow strong. Feasts grander than any others will be held in Her name and Her champions will drink and be merry. With Her the impossible is made possible my friend. Any desire in your heart can be made reality for that is The Queen’s promise to Her servants.”
Zasq thought for a moment and said, “Food is good, dreams are better.”
“Indeed they are my friend, so do you wish to stand with The Queen?”
Zasq glanced over at the deer carcass and whined. What was left would barely fill his gut. He lowered his jagged implement and wiped blood from his mouth. Thinking so hard made his head ache, but thinking was something his kin had always envied him for. Practically a genius by lizardmen standards the young reptile racked his brain at Leviticus’s question. Food was good. If The Queen could provide food then The Queen was good. Zasq’s stomach groaned as he thought of the wondrous feasts that Leviticus had promised him. Food was always good. Zasq nodded.
“Okay, I join, but Queen must give Zasq food,” He said and tapped the crystals on his skull, “Food make me think better and fill me gut.”
Leviticus chuckled, “Yes my friend The Queen will provide, but first we must make you into a proper knight, your rusty shiv is not fit for a warrior of The Queen! Come, let us find a proper blacksmith, onward to glory my friend, onward!”
With that the armored sycophant grabbed his companion and sauntered off into the forest. Zasq whimpered and took one last look at his half-finished meal. Cold or not, meat was still meat.