Oct 16, 2006 20:22
Ten hours ago I didn't even know what a drabble was. Now I've written one...it's a spin-off from my last entry, about the origin of the Slayers. This was a side-thought I had, which I eventually cut out of the other post because it was getting far too long.
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Alulim of Eridu is the greatest of men. His bloodline is divine, and his ancestors are mighty.
In the shadows beneath the great temple that towers over the mud-brick houses, Alulim calls on his father's spirit. And the ghostly shade appears, whispering secrets of power: names of traitors, ugly scandals to discredit his enemies. Alulim rejoices, and his power grows.
He gives thanks to his father's spirit. The stench of corpses fills the tomb; slaves strangled before the altar as thanks-offerings. He hopes his father will be pleased.
He needn't worry. That noncorporeal entity is very pleased with Alulim's progress...
fic,
buffy