'Ha'Cormar'ah, I have the greatest of respect for everything you have achieved, but you were blind in more than one eye long before you went to Narn. Perhaps this could have been resolved peacefully, but not now. I have sent out a call to certain of our allies. Their ships will be here soon. If the Vorlons think they can take this place, they will have to fight for it.'
'It will be a massacre!'
'I would rather die than live as a slave, Ha'Cormar'ah. I am sure you sympathise.' She raised the knife, and G'Kar felt as though he had been transported back in time, and was watching the young and beautiful Da'Kal performing the same action.
He reeled backwards and slumped against the wall, staring at his hands. They seemed to be covered in blood. By G'Quan, was there no one he could trust, no one who would not betray him?
He glanced to one side. L'Neer was huddled in the corner of the room, rocking slowly back and forth. She looked up and met his eye, and he saw the sheer fear in hers.
He crawled over and put his arms around her. She sank into his embrace with a wail. G'Kar wished he could weep - for Lennier, for Lethke, for Da'Kal, for the Alliance, for all those who would die today. But he could not.
His one eye would not let him.
The air was thick and heavy, the red duller and darker, the voices....
whispering
and screaming
and seductively soft and
enticing
as death
itself.
They were there, near the edge, too near, tendrils lapping over on to the world of
mortals.
They wrapped around him.
Stupid, so
stupid....
He'd known they were here. He'd been to
Golgotha
He'd seen the ruins of the
Enaid Accord
He knew they were nearby
worshipped
feared
monsters
Gods
Monsters worshipped by Gods.
You will obey us.
That was their cry, the cry of the Lords of Order
But even they obeyed someone else
The beings that waited beyond this universe, beyond the gates, beyond the
doors
Worshipped by a few
cult
conspiracy
The Lords of Order sought
changelessness
....
but even they
changed.
New rulers
New Governments
Secret members who worshipped secret Gods
Bewitched by a war millennia old
the war that had destroyed
Golgotha
and the
Enaid Accord.
Sinoval could feel himself
screaming
lost
Stupid.
A warrior
a leader
leads from the
front.
They were here
waiting
close to the edge.
He did not
fear
them
But he knew what they were and he
feared
for others
For those who did know
fear.
These creatures were fear.
Ancient
terrible
death incarnate
black hearts beating in the mausoleums of stars.
So near
whispering to him
No.
Not yet.
He was Primarch
He was Sinoval
the Accursed
the Saviour.
He had the
responsibility
the
duty
the
....
