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The Gospel of the Devourer
- A soldier came to us from the army of the Pretender, a deserter - "follow me", it said - "and I will show you where he bleeds"
- we followed: as centuries passed, our guns became curse-rifles and our ships turned into demons, yet we turned our backs on war
- but in the purple light of the heavy star a blow was struck, and we cursed our hands as they grew into talons, and sang out regret as we choked our enemies with our own entrails
- Alongside the battle, those in the twilight nebula sat, watching and biding their time. They were farmers and machinists, midwives and poets; they too knew Death.
- It came to be called the War of Accretion; and its violence tore asunder the laws of Gravity itself
- and the grief of civilisations rang out into the depths of time
- We brooked no heroes, yet they whispered of the Saint who massacred a trillion soldiers on the cusp of Orion
- We pursued him on a gossamer thread of stars, through the heart of the dark galaxy, and there impaled him on a spire of crystallized time
- Flowers grew along the paths where the bodies of the fallen had sprouted vines to tear apart their enemies
- In the emptiness beyond emptinesses, between the galaxies, between the Weight and the Light, the last hunter writes into the ultraviolet rings of the final supernovae:
- “An end to endings: a war to end wars: the lie. An ethnography of the vacuum, writ in spinal fluid and dark matter. We have come to know that we are not luminous; only opaque beyond understanding, unending and inevitable"
- and at the end of space and time, we flayed the body of the ancient enemy and made his body into food for stars and the birth of new constellations
