[MV] The Super Wizard From Space #28: To Hell And Hell And Hell And Hell And Hell And Back Again, Part 4

Andrew Perron pwerdna at gmail.com
Tue Apr 10 19:08:08 PDT 2012

On Wed, 4 Apr 2012 17:09:02 +0000 (UTC), Wil Alambre wrote:

> A slow, thick consciousness leaked in as the Super Wizard From Space
> opened his eyes. His thoughts were dulled, like he'd slept for far too
> long. The ground he was lying on was rough and cold. The air was full of
> gritty soot, making for hard, scratching breaths. There was a hanging
> darkness that he could only dispel by allowing some of his captured
> starlight to leak from his skin.

Which makes me think, at first, that he's stumbled upon another patch of
Ultimate Darkness.

> He was in Double-Hell. The fortress wall and the massive gates and the
> cobblestone road, this was the entrance to Double-Dis. The charred rock
> was the Devil. The boulder was the car that had brought them here.
> It had all become stone. And by their grounded, worn shapes, it has been
> that way for a very long time.


> "Latterly, you vivify."
> The Secret Living Language, nowhere and everywhere,
> "Ingenuously."

Feels almost like a haiku!

> "You did this," the wizard said, already knowing the answer.
> "I could not countervail... an entire conceptual universe and I was so
> famished," it replied unapologetically. It swelled with pride, so much
> so that the wizard felt bombarded by the sensation. It was such a larger
> idea now. It was so much stronger. "I *feasted*! I *gorged*! On the
> unsubstance of this macrocosm, and let Megadusa petrify the corpus
> delicti.

Wow.  Definitely pushes the Language to a higher plateau of villainy.

> Down one twisted alley he saw a lone figure, facing a wall. The wizard
> immediately recognized the tall thin form, the dirty toga-like dress
> hanging off slumped shoulders, the writhing, lazy mass where flowing
> locks of hair should be.
> She was beating her head against the wall rhythmically. A shiny
> stickiness was almost visible where her forehead and the granite met,
> making a wet *thud* when she connected.

...good gods disturbing.

> She gave a slow nod that rested her head against the wall. "Deliver me
> from the reasons why," she said with a desperate whisper. "I'll never
> cry. I'd rather fly."

I get the feeling that there's something to her speech pattern that I'm not
quite getting.

> Megadusa's shape turned to ash instantly. Where she stood, the fiery
> magma of the road fell upon itself, burning through the bedrock of
> reality itself. A hole opened, a falling stream of red hot remains,
> pouring down into a lower universe. The ashes fell under their own
> weight and floated down the lava stream into the pit.
> He almost choked against an overwhelming urge to laugh, a sick amusement
> that washed over him but wasn't his own. "Ha ha! Excessive and
> unembellished! We could be exceedingly efficacious collaborators, you
> and I!" exclaimed the Language as it abandoned the last flecks of
> carbon.

Man.  Disturbing.

> "It shouldn't been this way," the Devil said. "It was scripted a
> different way, but when the time came, we didn't act." The wizard turned
> his head to look at the Devil and saw an expression of angry
> understanding on the thin face.

Hm.  I don't think I quite understand. `.`

> The original intention was to release an issue every week, but around
> December, I fell off the wagon (so to speak). This is my attempt to
> get back into the habit. I have the disadvantage of having lost all
> my previous momentum and having been smack in the middle of a story
> arc, so I beg your indulgence.

Hah, I definitely know from that one. @-@

Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, just gotta get back on...

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