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by Ashley L. Hunt


  Ravanur’s voice turned wry. “Like you, noble Volistad, we were so very blind to the danger. We couldn’t look up and see the path before us, even if that path had been laid out clearly for us to see.

  Nissikul’s face was drawn in horror. Though the rest of us were waiting to hear more, it was clear that she had begun to grasp something that we had not. She looked up at her god, tears gathering beneath her fathomless eyes, looking for the entire world like a child that had seen her father cry for the first time. For all of her strength and arcane power, Nissikul had been something of an innocent. And that blissful naivety had just been shattered. I watched the shards of her faith crumble and fall away in the face of whatever dark secret she had guessed at, and I winced. It was horrible, seeing your heroes fall. How much worse was it to see your gods do the same? Nissi’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. Even so, I could see the words that her lips shaped, over and over. “No. No. No.”

  "Yes," Ravanur said sadly. Despite her immaterial nature, I thought I could hear tears in her voice. "Some… less-than-ethical people learned that there was a way to enslave multiple minds to one deemed greater. The ‘Overmind,' as it was called, was smarter than any one person. This Overmind could predict the future to some extent, and it even displayed a measure of control over the physical world. Because we had already learned how to put a mind into a new physical body, it became possible to put this new Overmind in its own brain- provided the body contained enough storage."

  I understood where this was going. “And when your people realized you could make psychic supermen, it became an arms race.”

  Ravanur laughed. "Worse. It became a fad. A status symbol. All the elite were Overminds. The ethical questions went by the wayside. No one asked where the slave minds came from. At first, they were criminals, death-row inmates with their identities psychologically bombarded out of them with a combination of chemicals and brainwashing. Later, when the prisons were empty, the new source was the homeless. When there were no more of those…"

  “Whichever class or race that the elites could scapegoat,” I guessed.

  "Yes," Ravanur laughed grimly, a cruel, hateful sound that sent chills rippling down my spine.

  With a dawning horror like that, that wracked his sister, Volistad began to recite, his mouth moving as if against his will. “A man without limits is a god,” he intoned. “A god answers to no one but a greater god.” The words from the monolith. The Erinye "High Epic." I wondered if they had ever stopped to consider what those words really meant before now.

  Ravanur continued her horrible recounting. The words spilled from her, faster and faster, and I wondered how long it had been since she had spoken to anyone about this. “The highest of the high, the most elite of the elite- they were in constant competition. The more minds made up a single Overmind, the better they were, the higher ranked they became in the unspoken hierarchy. The greatest and most terrible among them were nations unto themselves- Overminds composed of millions of souls, harvested at gunpoint before the armies of the lesser gods in their pantheon. Our home world went from a population of over twenty-billion to one of only a few hundred-thousand- in just a couple of centuries. We accomplished incredible things in that time, amazing technologies, advancements in physics, medicine, you name it. But it was all at the price of billions of dead slaves, trapped in always expanding shackles of the now immortal Overminds forever. The Elite soon abandoned bodies of meat and bone, and instead took up synthetic simulacra- bodies fashioned to look like their old castoffs, but with all the limiting meat thrown out. They were near-indestructible storage devices for minds as large as continents, and their powers were terrible and awesome to behold.”

  “All gods forever hunger.”

  “You ran out of slaves,” said Thukkar grimly, his expression sick. “You wanted more.”

  "So we went to the stars," Ravanur confirmed. "We found new stars, new planets, new people. Many of them were much like us, their bodies and minds as much like ours as Joanna's body and mind are much like that of an Erinye. We enslaved them. All of them. We stripped whole planets bare and moved on to the next. Soon, each god- for we had long since abandoned all pretense of humility- contained his or her Overmind in a small, moveable storage device the same size as the moon on which you now stand. Our bodies could move about and do whatever we pleased, empowered by billions- even trillions of minds contained within the dark moon in orbit around whatever world we chose to inhabit. We split up. Claimed worlds in groups of ten or fifteen, and set ourselves up as deities to the primitives we found on other worlds. We weren't content with the extent of our powers, but without all of us on one little planet, the pace of acquisition was less severe. We contented ourselves with being gods to people who couldn't know better, and couldn't defend themselves if they did."

  “You were one of them,” I accused.

  “Not entirely,” Ravanur replied. “I was a lesser god. One of the people who rounded up the chattel and harvested them in service to a greater one. I was allowed a small tithe of what I took, and I accrued a modest amount of power over twelve-thousand years- enough that perhaps I might have ascended to the ranks of the mighty after another millennium or so of service.”

  Nissikul seethed with growing rage, all pretense of deference gone beneath the white fury of betrayal. “Then how did you end up here? Who is imprisoned in this place? Lesser gods? Rebels? Who do you keep here?”

  Ravanur laughed again, the sound once again cruel and cold as the moon that bore her name. “No. The gods are here. Most of them, anyway.” Her voice turned regretful again. “Some of us began to have our doubts. I don’t know what changed it all for us- it was not as if we were on the outside. We benefited from this system just as much as the higher gods, but it soured for us somehow. Perhaps that was why we hadn’t ascended at that point. Maybe our consciences were merely atrophied, not dead. I don’t know. But we began to see the horror we wrought on the universe, and we decided that it had to stop.

  "We began to work against the greater gods. At first, it was little things, sabotage to their orbiting mind-hives, infecting the stored minds with degenerative viruses that would wait for a time before destroying whole swaths of slave intelligence. They caught on to our efforts eventually, and a very one-sided war began. It was impossible for us to fight them, really, since whenever any one of us was captured, he or she would simply be slaved to whichever Overmind had made the capture, adding to their strength and giving the god in question all of the captive's knowledge and secrets."

  “A god is always defeated by hubris.”

  "Yes, Ranger. That is correct. We built a storage world, like the others the gods had made. This one was special, though. Instead of allowing the connected god to access its power, this storage world was built to contain and compress anything that reached out to it. Several of us rebel gods connected ourselves to that world, armed with short term defenses against the containment process. Then those brave bastards went out and wreaked havoc across the higher gods little domains. They were all captured and assimilated, and when the higher gods took them, they were networked to the prison world- just in time for the temporary protections placed within newly consumed lesser gods to dissolve into nothing. The great gods were immediately ripped away from their bodies and domains, left to fall dead in front of all of their worshippers. They were bundled away, each one, into the heart of our prison, and there they were compressed like any other form of data, into a form of storage that prevented them from affecting the world outside. They were effectively dead."

  “But you didn’t get them all.” It wasn’t a question. I had already guessed the answer.

  “No, we didn’t. So we came to them. We moved our great prison around to each of the holdout systems, and broadcast our location, and each time the remaining local gods would attack, confident in their own power and blinded by their own towering egos. And so we harvested them all, the same way we had harvested the slaves over so long. It took fifty-thousand years t
o harvest them all. Some probably escaped and went dark to avoid us. But most of them, most of what remained of my people, most of them were not dead- or as close to death as we could make them.” Ravanur gave that cold, cruel laugh again, and I shuddered.

  “Why didn’t you just destroy them,” Thukkar demanded. “Why didn’t you just erase them from the universe?”

  "It's not that simple," Ravanur answered, but she didn't elaborate further. "Rest assured; this is as close to dead as one of them gets."

  “One of you, you mean,” spat Nissikul.

  “No, one of them,” Ravanur corrected. “Those of us rebels that survived all fifty-thousand years of war- we divested ourselves of our slave minds, the slave souls. We found worlds similar to ours, where people much like us were just developing.” She looked over at me. “We even found yours.”

  “Earth?” I blurted, horrified. “Did you do something us? Did you do something to humans?”

  “No.” Ravanur smiled grimly. “No, we left the dominant people we found alone, and your people were well on their way to driving all other variants of human to extinction. So we saved a group of them- the group most likely to die first. They were more like us. They were meat-eaters, consummate hunters, and they were simply outnumbered by your people and all the other omnivores of your world. We brought all of these orphaned people to our world, and we built a place for them to live.” My companions were silent at this revelation. I imagined that the concept was too big to quickly come to terms with. The Erinye were originally from Earth. They were, in a way, cousins to the human race. We weren’t so different from each other after all.

  I waved a hand above my head, to indicate the unseen glacier above my head. "Real lovely place you built here."

  “It was not always cold here. We released our slave souls into the world, some of them inhabiting the feeble-minded or brain-damaged among these various people and making them somewhat whole again. But most of the slave-minds had been data in a machine for too long. They were used to being part of a machine, cogs in an engine. So we put them into nanite swarms, each of them given a specific purpose- to regulate the weather, to eliminate disease, and so on- and set free into the world like mechanical spirits. The other former lesser gods and I, we just tried to blend in with the people, shepherd them, and help them make their own way together as a family of outcasts. For a few hundred years, it worked.”

  "It didn't last," I guessed. "Just like the biblical Garden of Eden."

  “No,” Ravanur answered. “It didn’t last. The gods we had killed- they found ways to seep out of their tombs, just a little bit at a time. I think they may have co-opted some of the former slave minds, using their nanite swarms to appear in apparitions or miracles to the people of this place.”

  “They staged a jailbreak,” I guessed.

  "They tried." Ravanur's voice turned cruel again. "They made a broadcast tower and sent a great signal into space, calling for any remaining gods to come and rescue them. They polluted many of the races we had brought here to save, and turned them into horrifying abominations which they used to try to kill us all and release themselves. You see, they no longer cared about having bodies. A nanite swarm would do just fine, because they could reshape the world unseen, and perhaps regain their former glory by subtle means- only claiming new bodies when the time was right. My fellow rebel gods and I- most of us died crushing the insurrection. It was the Erinye- the carnivores from your planet- that proved our staunchest supporters. We found ways to empower some of them. I would embed my warriors with a nanite control device and factory. Then I would bind them to a single ‘weather spirit.' They would use these great powers to an incredible effect- and I am certain that without them, the great gods would have been freed."

  “You’re talking about us,” Nissikul whispered, her anger fading into something like shocked awe. “You’re talking about the Stormcallers.”

  "Just so." Ravanur's voice bore an undeniable note of satisfaction. "Unfortunately, between us and the great dead gods, the ecosystem we established here was ravaged. We had to adapt. And we had to make this place impossible to find."

  “You froze the planet,” I said, understanding.

  “We placed it in the coldest orbit we could find. We coated the whole thing in thick glacier and made this place the kind of cold that would kill anyone who came here unprepared. The people we moved underground, to places where the cold was not so punishing. We taught them how to survive and set up Stormcallers among all of the remaining people to keep their tribes safe and warm. But something had to be done to make sure this didn’t happen again.” Ravanur paused, then sighed and continued. “Only a god named Palamun and I remained of the old rebels.”

  “The Great Father?” Volistad blurted, unable to contain himself. “Palamun was one of you?”

  “Ravanur laughed again. “Was, and is. The old goat is still around here somewhere, and unless I missed my guess,” she pointed to Volistad. “Unless I missed my guess, Palamun has already left his mark on you.” Volistad blinked and looked down at himself, suddenly clutching at his heart. He didn’t say anything else.

  Ravanur continued. “There was a process we had devised, a now ancient process like the one we had used to enslave so many people so many years ago. Palamun harvested me, but this time, he made me the Overmind. He trapped me in a tomb of my own, separate from the mass of old dead gods- but he enslaved them all to me. I was heavily restricted, heavily bound, shackled down to every iota of thought. I could not act- except to defend this prison. I could not interact with the old gods, except to crush them back into line, keep them dead. I became the most powerful god my people ever made- but I was still made a slave.”

  “The cold is a part of it. It keeps the place hidden from any gods we might have missed, and it keeps the old ones buried. They can't affect plants and animals, because there are none for them to reach. Or at least mostly. Every few hundred years, I release a degenerative virus into the prison, so that anything they touch in the outside world tears itself apart from the inside. It doesn't stop the dead gods from trying, though."

  “The only god you can trust is a dead one,” Thukkar whispered. “Like the high epic says. We can only trust you because you are dead and chained.”

  “And you want to make Joanna like you?” Volistad hissed. “You want to make her into another god, after all you’ve just told us?”

  “How many people have to die for that to happen?” I added, the possibilities sickening me. “I won’t murder innocents for you. I won’t consume the minds of slaves, no matter what your intentions are.”

  "Of course not." Ravanur's voice then took on an odd tone, one that I couldn't place. "There will only be one sacrifice, and the balance will be restored." She was silent for a moment, but when she spoke again, her voice carried all the weight of holy scripture. "The only god you can trust is one who has passed through the scourge of death. The true servant, the true savior of the people, has to die before she can live again."

  I felt a chill grip my heart, like icy fingers in my chest. “So the North Wind was right, you are going to kill me?”

  “No,” Ravanur said grimly. She nodded to my companions. “One of them will.”

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Volistad

  Godmaker

  "We will do no such thing!" I snapped, not even bothering with a hint of deference. At this point, I was having a hard time seeing the difference between our "Great Mother" and the Dark Ones that she claimed to imprison. "Come, everyone, we're leaving. I've heard enough of this nonsense."

  Ravanur addressed Joanna as if I hadn't spoken at all. "Think back to your history, girl. Have you heard of Ba'al? What about Moloch? Or Ishtar? Or Quetzalcoatl?" By the way that Joanna's eyes widened, she had heard these names before. "The darkest gods of your myths are but time distorted memories of the beings I have locked away here. As cruel and vile as those gods I named are in your legends, the very real beings that inspired such monsters are a whole worl
d of worse. And they are the least of those I have imprisoned here. If you do not do this, if you do not do what is necessary, they and their betters will be unleashed unto an unsuspecting universe. And everything you love and care about will die.”

  Joanna laughed, bitterly. “Everything I love and care about is already dead, or long lost. I already told you I would do it.”

  “Joanna!” I pleaded. "You don't have to do this! This is madness! Our gods were a lie; they're all just people who turned themselves into monsters! You can't let this- this thing convince you to die!”

  Joanna turned to me, a sad half-smile twisting her lips. She reached out with one hand and touched my face, gently. "Volistad, it has been wonderful to know you. I don't know what will happen when I take this step; I don't know if I'll really be myself, even if this works."

  “It will work,” Nissikul said quietly.

  “What?” I turned to her. Nissi looked drained, her face drawn and exhausted. “How do you know it will work?”

  “Vol,” her tone was gentle. “The secrets of my order include how we are made. Unless I’m completely mistaken, I think Joanna is about to go through something similar.”

  Ravanur nodded. “It is a ritual that we created when we made the first Stormcallers. They were very powerful, great in strength, greater even than one as talented as you, child. What I will do here, what I will make of her will be something even greater than they, the first of your order.”

  Nissi grimaced. “Then we need a dagger. A ritual ketika.”

  "Not a ketika," Ravanur interjected. "No simple knife for this."

  I ignored Ravanur, focusing on my sister. "No, Nissi, we're not doing this! How can we trust anything she says? How can-"

  “Volistad,” Joanna said, simply. “You promised to stand with me until the end. Please. I’m going through with this, and I need someone to help me.” She met my eyes.

 

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