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“Look here. I have waited and I have done everything you’ve asked and I have received nothing in return. Now an attempt has been made on my life! I want my reward now! My patience has reached its end. You will give me what I am promised, or I will bankroll you no longer—do you understand? This is the end of it!”
The Master’s skin crinkled as its ceiling-scraping head leaned forward. The monster was indeed intimidating, but Palmer would not back down.
“My premature death, should it come, would render this entire plan moot. You will have no more leverage upon my will—nor claim upon my resources.”
Eichhorst, the perverse Nazi commandant, summoned to the chamber by the Master, entered behind Palmer into the haze of blue light. You would do well to hold your human tongue in the presence of Der Meister.
The Master, with a wave of his great hand, silenced Eichhorst. His red eyes appeared purple in the blue light, fixing wide on Palmer. So it is done. I will grant your wish for immortality. In one day’s time.
Palmer stammered, taken aback. First, because of his surprise at the Master’s sudden capitulation—after all these years of effort. And then, in recognition of the great leap Palmer was poised to take. To dive into the abyss that is death, and surface on the other side…
The businessman inside of him wanted more of a guarantee. But the schemer inside of him held his tongue.
You do not place provisions on a monster such as the Master. You bid for its favor, and then accept its largesse with gratitude.
One more mortal day. Palmer thought he might even enjoy it.
All plans are fully in motion. My Brood is marching across the mainland. We have exposure in every critical destination, our circle widening in cities and provinces around the globe.
Palmer swallowed his anticipation, saying, “And even as the circle grows, it simultaneously tightens.” His old hands described the scenario, fingers interlocking, palms squeezing together in a pantomime of strangling.
Indeed. One last task that remains before the start of The Devouring.
Eichhorst, looking like half a man beside the giant Master, said: The book.
“Of course,” said Palmer. “It will be yours. But, I must ask you… if you already know the contents…”
It is not critical that I be in possession of the book. It is critical that others are not.
“So—why not just blow up the auction house? Explode the entire block?”
Crude solutions have been attempted in the past, and have failed. This book has had too many lives. I must be absolutely certain of its fate. So that I may watch it burn.
The Master then straightened to its full height, becoming distracted in such a way that only the Master could.
It was seeing something. The Master was physically in the cave with them, but psychically it was seeing through another’s eyes—one of the Brood.
Into Palmer’s head, the Master uttered two words:
The boy.
Palmer waited for an explanation, which never came. The Master had returned to the present, the now. He had returned to them with a new certainty, as if he had glimpsed the future.
Tomorrow the world burns and the boy and the book will be mine.
Fet’s Blog
I HAVE KILLED.
I have slain.
With the hands typing this now.
I have stabbed, sliced, beat, crushed, dismembered, beheaded.
I have worn their white blood on my clothes and my boots.
I have destroyed. And I have rejoiced at the destruction.
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