'And if you saw one,' Despair said, 'you would regret it for as long as you live. The image would haunt you, torment you, and drive you mad. Be thankful that they hide themselves.'
The world of Thiss was unknown to Despair s ancient enemies, the Bright Ones of the netherworld. There were so many worlds to monitor, to map, that the Bright Ones had given up long ago. Despair, of course, had made certain that they were too occupied to turn their eyes to these far places.
Thiss was but one of tens of thousands of worlds that had fallen into Despair s grasp. While the Bright Ones remained woefully ignorant of such worlds, Despair comprehended them all.
At that moment, Earth s warning struck, and Despair gasped. 'Something is wrong,' he said. 'Something in the world has changed. Our enemy has raised his hand against us.'
The emperor shifted at Despair s side. 'Are you certain?'
'The Earth Spirit has been whispering to me for days that an enemy is coming,' Despair answered, 'telling me that my servants should flee Rugassa. I have ignored the warnings. My shipment of blood metal should be here soon, and our allies are coming-things that should tip the scales in our favor. But something has happened…'
'Perhaps your enemies have begun taking endowments,' the emperor said, his robes fluttering just above the ground.
'We need not guess at our enemy s plans,' Despair said. 'We have the Chaos Oracles to guide us. Listen…'
He had waited a full five minutes to address his guests, time enough for them to get acquainted.
'Have my servants told you why I summoned you?' Despair called out.
From within the vortex of swirling mists and tatters of night, a voice answered. 'No one has told, but we know.' The accent was strange, soft and crackly, and the voice was filled with hisses and pops, like the sound of meat sizzling above a flame. It carried the hint of the Thissian tongue, but the Thissians had sifted through the wyrmlings memories and learned their language well.
'Tell me, why I have sent for you then,' Despair said, 'so that my friends may begin to understand your worth.'
'You seek to create an alliance so powerful that you will overwhelm the inhabitants of the universe. You seek to dominate them for all time. You need us to translate your desires to creatures from a thousand worlds.'
'And can my plans succeed?' Despair asked. This was a question in his mind. He had pondered the plans for eons, and he wished to know if all was in order. Despair planned to create alliances among the cruelest races in the shadow worlds.
'Your plans will succeed, O Great Darkness,' a Thissian answered. 'Worlds shall grovel at your command.'
One of Despair s men whispered, 'How can they know?' His voice was so soft that the question should not have been overheard, but a Thissian answered.
'Can you not see it? Time is like a river, flowing downstream, but not all of the water moves one way. There are eddies and whorls and backflows, if you look closely. Time is this way. Not all can be seen, but glimpses can. I behold countless worlds, groaning beneath Despair s burden. I behold seas of blood. I witness darkness falling across the heavens, smothering out all light.'
Despair felt pleased, and he looked to see his wyrmlings reaction. Some seemed doubtful, others eager.
'What do I offer for your aid?' Despair asked, not because he doubted that they knew, but so that the Thissians could prove their powers to the others.
In answer, a hand rose above the swirling mists of darkness-a hand with but two enormous fingers, both of them twisted and covered with bony thorns. It pointed toward the first star of the night. 'Worlds without end,' the Chaos Oracle intoned, 'all under our sway.'
'And do you accept the offer?'
There was hesitation. 'Your people are strong in the ways of war, and races from among the stars shall flock to your call. But none are like us. None are like the people of Thiss. You are unperceptive, hardly more sentient than stones.'
'That cannot be helped,' Despair said.
'We are so alone,' the Thissians mourned.
'Nor can I offer any comfort to you,' Despair said. 'In the whole universe there are no others like you. You will remain alone, yet I will cherish you above all other allies.' Despair paused. 'Will you share my fate?'
The Thissians hissed and crackled for a moment as they spoke in their own tongue; after a bit one answered, 'We shall.'
Despair smiled in satisfaction.
'Now,' he said, 'the Earth warns that my fortress will soon be under attack. From what quarter comes the danger?'
The Thissians hesitated a moment. 'There is a treasure that you seek-rods of blood metal. They have fallen into enemy hands…' After a bit longer, 'They will use them… they come… to free the Worldbinder.'
'Can we thwart their plan?'
'Yes, O Great Wyrm, easily. Send your Knights Eternal…'
Despair stood facing one of his Knights Eternal, Kryssidia.
'Take your companion and fly to Caer Luciare in all haste.' The Death Lord in command of Caer Luciare had been slain. Despair did not even know the name of the wyrmling now in charge. 'Tell the commander of the fortress that I need a shipment now-enough blood metal for two thousand forcibles, no less.'
Despair felt in his heart. Giving this command would make a difference, the Earth agreed. The danger diminished, but did not dissipate completely. Despair did not understand why. Perhaps two thousand forcibles was not enough. Or perhaps they would not arrive in time.
He considered ordering a larger shipment, but that did not ease his mind. No, he needed them quickly-just as the Thissians had warned.
It was a long way to Caer Luciare. The Knights Eternal would not be able to fly there and back in a single night. They would be forced to land short of their mark, wait out the day tomorrow. So he added, 'Let nothing delay you. Fly there and return without rest. It would be better for you to break your necks in your haste than to let me down.'
Kryssidia glanced uncomfortably upward to where the thin evening light streamed above the rocks along the bowl of the volcano s cone, but he did not hesitate. He dropped to one knee, put a hand upon the hilt of his sword, and said, 'Your every desire commands my deeds.'
Then he nodded to his companion and the Knights Eternal leapt into the sky.
Despair wished that he had more knights like these. His Death Lords, with their ability to communicate from spirit to spirit across the leagues, had certain advantages, but they could not take endowments.
He made a mental note to have some warriors go down among the wyrmling horde to find some pregnant females. Knights Eternal could only be recruited from stillborn babes. The rites necessary to create the proper conditions were long and arduous, and as part of the ceremony, his priest needed to strangle a fetus while it was still in the womb, and then rip it from its mother. As the child lay dying, it would crave air, crave life, and if the child was cunning enough, the Death Lords had a brief window of opportunity to teach it the spells necessary to tear the life force from those around it.
If it survived the first five minutes out of the womb, its training would begin in earnest. Only one in thousands survived those first five minutes.
Yet even the diligence of the Knights Eternal did not lessen the coming danger.
Despair stood for a moment in the cone of the volcano and peered upward, gazing at the stars for a long moment before he headed into the fortress.
There is much to do, he thought. There are worlds to conquer.
Held captive in his own body, Areth Sul Urstone was witness to the evil imaginings of Despair s heart. Despair looked up at the stars and could not admire their beauty. Instead, they were only a reminder of his failure. He wanted only to seize them, bind them, and rule over a world perfect but for one flaw — himself.
Areth considered what to do. It was said that a man could resist a wyrm. Do good, legend said, and they will flee from you. Do evil, and they will bind you and make you theirs.
Already, Areth wondered if he had the will any longer to resist Lord Despair.
For his part, Despair heard the stirring of Areth within his skull, and mocked. 'Plot as you will, your soul is
