Sloth

So I have defied death again, this time not on my own. The Mad One saved me and thrust me into her world. She doesn't talk to me much, but when she does, it's mindless god-worship rhetoric. She's better at it than most of the would-be deities I've slain and, unlike most, I think she truly believes it. Or she's got the whole world in on her lies. She holds things from me, of course. Or perhaps she tells them to me when I'm not paying attention.

The truth: She's very entrenched in her world. So much so that I would need to destroy it, along with everything on it, in order to destroy her. So really, why bother? I thought about trying to find the best passage out of here for more lands to conquer, but then when was the last time I had a break?

Her bronzed maidens serve me their version of meat and wine and call me some non-deserving worship common amongst those deemed holy. If only they saw me in action, then they'd know what true worship means.

Death

Entropy.

Entropy before me.

Almost an Opening to the Blue Lands.

But no, no it wasn’t.

And I was caught in Its Gaze.

One of my Chiefs interrupted me. Did I crush him? No, he was not on the side of my Death Hand. I turned to look at him. He looked at me. Our eyes. Blanks. Both blanks our eyes.

Did we stare for an eternity?

Explosions. Explosions everywhere.

We were in a battle. We are in a battle. Or were we? Is it now, or is it the pasts? Destruction. Blasts of energy all about. Are we being fired upon? Is this my horde bringing Death upon me? What is happeni-

Orange and red. Our hull torn in half. I draw my weapon foolishly, as if I might avert the disaster. Cold steel teeth sink into my shoulder.

Vlugtak snarls. Where is he- we enter blackness. Am I dead?

Am I dead?