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Also known as Earth Rune had sounded the telepathic callacross the ancient stone floor, he entered the war room--a chamber with a lass

Outside the glass, against a slate of black nothingness, ies of worlds flashed by, as if from a film projector

He took one of the twelve eold surface as he awaited his allies Or at least, he awaited five of them Two seats remained vacant, and four Møriør would slu to unleash them on Gaia was for the best

Abyssian Infernas, prince of Pandemonia, was the first to join Rune Sian, as his compatriots called hi black hair He wore leather bands over his broad chest and dark trews

Rune could admit the prince of hells was as wickedly handsoreen eyes toward the glass wall "Good, we’re still a few days out Gives us time to prepare" He took his seat at the table "I haven’t been to Earth in ages"

"Much has changed As you’ll soon see" Rune had been the others’ eyes and ears over the last five centuries, docu every realm he’d visited Once his allies had convened, they would delve into hisabout these new tiraphic scenes; Rune had spentslick nymph flesh

Out of habit, he slid an arrow froer on the arrowhead, collecting some of his black blood to draw symbols on the shaft With those deular arrow into one of power

Allixta, the Overlady of Witches and the newest Møriør, entered, sauntering toward the table How she walked in such a skintight dress baffled Rune A question for the ages "Are we finally here?" Curses, her familiar, trailed her The creature was an Elsereale its whiskers brushed her shoulders

"Close enough to wake," Rune answered

Adjusting the brim of her oversize witch’s hat, she sank into her chair Curses hopped atop the table, reclined its gigantic fra his delared at his arrow "Why spill your disgusting poison in the presence of others? Do you intend to cause offense?"

Rune paused his drawing As a dark fey, he had poisonous black blood, fatal even to immortals "My dearest Allixta, if I’ve caused offense, it was unwittingly done--but a welcome development"

Blace, the oldest vaoblet of blood mead in hand His dark-brown hair was tied back into a neat queue, and he wore an ih the shirt, cravat, doublet, and breeches were centuries outdated