PostMalfeans

After the Malfeans

A Dream of Empty Mansions

I imagine a game where the Malfeans have won, and all of Creation has been lost to the Void. The Underworld is gone. Malfeas is gone. The Wyld is a fading, painful memory.

But the Void is not a nothing - it is a something different, and now countless Primordial-realms, the Yozis freed and the Malfeans restored, revolve around one another in an empty, benighted firmament. They tried to escape, they tried to die. But now none of that is even possible; everyone is in this together.

And the only light comes from the eyes of the Great Ennead, the Nine Who Conquered: The Unconquered Sun with his consorts, Luna and Gaia, his architect Autochthon, and the Five Maidens, the advisors, who walk among the twisted geometry of the living world and declare the Sun's golden decrees.

Because light is life, and when the Sun turns his face from a supplicant, his soul dies and is in a state of dying until the Sun looks upon him again.

The tyranny of the Nine is unspeakable. Who will usurp the usurpers?