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Limits @ Infinity 3 & 4: The Servant and the Sanctuary by J.C. Bell

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Limits @ Infinity 3 & 4: The Servant and the Sanctuary by J.C. Bell
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Sevron . . . the vilest of all the Dead Gods. Even with the power of the Maker at his command, the Elder God Anon could not fully destroy him. He cannot be killed – perhaps the one and only true immortal in all of the universe. Pain brings him pleasure, while every wound he suffers only makes him stronger. He does not hunger for blood, as does his Brethren. He instead craves chaos, and seeks to reduce the universe to such.

But what Sevron craves most is the Sanctuary, world of the Elder Gods. By using one of their own, he seeks to tear a Rift into their home and flood its walls with the full might of the Dark Army.

Only a small force stands in his way; the last members of the elven race and their father, Prince Adros, plus a host of Magi and a mere ten elderly giants.

The allies set out on a rescue mission to save the gods, but when they enter their home they soon realize they have stepped into a massacre. With all their skills and powers combined, it seems impossible that even they will ever escape the Sanctuary . . .

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The beginning of the Age of Death – 

 So close now . . . the young man thought, intricate wisps of blue flame drifting from his fingertips. 

He sat at a rectangular desk of black stone.  A lone glow-globe hovered over him, casting the room in a stale, yellow light.  Upon the desk, a small, fur-covered mammal frantically clawed at a cage made of silver bars.  Its red eyes alighted on the man’s oncoming threads of energy, further triggering the animal’s sense of fear to the point it began gnawing on the bars with its large front teeth.

Its efforts would be to no avail – even once the experiment was underway.  It would bite and claw with all its might, but nevertheless, the man was confident the silver bars would hold . . . it was perhaps the only element that would do so.  He discovered the secret to containing his creations, and it existed in the molecular structure of silver.  Even the strength of the Oneness paled in comparison – a lesson the young man had learned the hard way.  He failed to realize the effectiveness of his own experimentations, and more than once, the infected creatures threatened to escape their confines.  It was but one of the many problems he had to overcome.  In order to avoid a full-scale outbreak, it became necessary to eliminate such threats.  That became his second problem – their destruction.  Technically, once the infection set in they were already dead.  The difficult part was convincing their infected cells of this fact.  Transforming the Oneness into actual fire proved an adequate solution to that problem.  Likewise, silver also functioned well in this regard.

Thankfully, after all was said and done, containment had been sustained.  Whether or not the virus was lethal to a humanoid host had yet to be determined – there was much more trial and error to go before he dared to make that assessment.  Regardless, He worked under the assumption the virus was anything but safe – as it proved itself to be, one experiment after another.  Thus far, only one of the animals lived beyond the ‘impregnation’ stage for longer than a standard day.

Out of curiosity, he had yet to discard that creature, his greatest ‘success’.  He kept it close, tucked away in the corner of the room bound in a similar cage of silver – which was in turn encased in an even larger cage of silver -- the young man wasn’t taking any chances with that one.  The creature had survived for months, and in theory, could possibly exist for all time.  Its cellular death had entirely ceased, while cellular division only occurred during trauma – to replace permanently lost cells.  All virus infected cells, though essentially dead, continued to function as dictated by the genetic material of the virus.  It was rotting, to be sure, the horrid stench was a clear indication of its continued decay.  However, the virus kept it animated, fooling the cells into thinking they were yet living no matter how foul its flesh and organs became.  As far as the young man could tell, the being required no sustenance to continue its existence.  It had a rather voracious appetite for meat; the rarer the meat, the more voracious.  Yet it could live for weeks without eating a single morsel.  The young man surmised, that most likely, the brunt of the energy it needed to function was derived mainly from the virus itself – an entity born of pure energy.  The act of feeding almost seemed a remnant of an instinct it once possessed, an instinct now warped into a gluttonous replica of what it used to be.

Behind him, the creature curled into a ball in the darkest corner of the cage, constantly wheezing as if every breath was its last.  All of its hair was long since shed, revealing white flesh riddled with throbbing black veins.  Even the red of its eyes had clouded over, covered with a glossy layer of black.  The creature’s skin hugged its bones, stretched tight like a drum, making the creature skeletal in appearance.

Throughout the day it remained motionless, dead by all accounts except for its labored breathing.  Yet, should the young man draw near, it would spring into action, howling and thrashing as it threw itself against the silver bars in a frenzy.  The man didn’t doubt that given the opportunity, it would feed from him, biting his flesh with as much abandon as it did the bloodied chunks of meat he tossed into the cage. 

But it wouldn’t bite the silver bars – not after its first attempt to do so had nearly set its mouth on fire.  As long as the double layer of silver remained between him and the beast, he was confident he wouldn’t become its next feast.

Despite its appearance, and demeanor, the young man did consider the creature a success.  It was as close to immortality as any Makii had yet to come.  Quite possibly the creature would live forever . . . even so, he couldn’t deny that its existence was nothing to be admired.  No, not yet.  But he was close now, so close . . .

Soon -- perhaps even with his current attempt -- the young man would finally find an immortality worthy of the Antevictus. 

Concentrating to his utmost, he forged ahead, hoping to at last achieve such a level of success.  The man’s flames met the cage and melted through.  Next, they took hold of the creature.  As if calmed by their delicate touch, the animal grew still.  The tendrils of flame washed over its flesh, then slowly began to sink in.  As they did so, the man developed a sense of the animal, both mental and physical.  Though it possessed mainly base emotions, considering its limited intellect, it was surprisingly resilient and adaptable to adversity.  Its survival instinct was incredibly strong.  As for its physical, cellular structure, it was essentially similar to higher forms of warm-blooded creatures, making the animal a perfect subject for experimentation.  Another blessing of the breed was their high rate of birth; to reach this stage of success, the young man had “literally” burned through hundreds of them.

He sent his power deeper into the core of the creature, making his threads of energy even thinner – so thin the blue filaments became invisible to the unaided eye.  He guided them to the animal’s reproductive organs, then focused them on one single cell – an unfertilized egg in her womb.  His goal was to fertilize it, but not with spermatozoa as the Maker intended.  Today he was playing the Maker, creating his own diminutive life-form that he would unleash upon the animal’s unused ovum.  Depending on how he crafted his virus, the union could have incredible results.  His virus was born of the Oneness, and as such, the qualities it bestowed could often be considered powers in their own right; great strength, increased speed, heightened senses, and of course, immortality.  To combine all of these beneficial traits into a single specimen, that was the young man’s goal.  To do so would make the Makii gods, not just in name, but in truth.

. . . so close . . .