Nov. 16th, 2013

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Lucifer peered over The Word's shoulder, expecting to see the construction of a new tree, or a new insect. (The Word liked insects. He'd made a hundred varieties of insects to every one of mammals.) Instead he saw a huge expanse of ruddy grit. “What are you making?”

 

“I'm building a desert.” The Word ground up the bones left over when he'd finished burying the giant lizards and tossed handfuls of silica across the surface.

 

“Desert.” Lucifer rolled the word across his tongue. “Sweet.”

 

“I thought so.”


“It's a bit boring, isn't it? Featureless?”

 

“I thought of that. I've invented wind. It will sculpt the desert into ever-shifitng shapes. It twill bury cities under the sand and scour the meat from the flesh of my enemies.”

 

“I though you didn't have enemies?”

 

“My people's enemies, obviously.”

 

Lucifer nodded, holding up his fist for a bump. “Word.”

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