words. "
"We are the engines of creation and destruction," said the head Clerk. "We balance the Spheres. We prune dead branches, taking life where it is not appreciated, such as in this sorry child?" The Clerk nodded at Lulu. "We pass her breath back into the universe for new souls. "
"That was your burden. Thats what you used to be. You balanced order and chaos, but something happened. The Dominions got inside of you. Instead of serving the universe, you started serving the Old Gods. Youre their delivery boys. You grant wishes to the weak, the wounded and lost, getting your hooks in their souls so the Dominions can feed on them. Theres nothing left of your old selves. Youre empty shells. And this book was made to bring them back. But Im not going to let you do that. "
"Is someone going to kill someone soon?" Xero called from the stairs. "I was about to win a war. "
"You were about to be eviscerated in front of your troops," said Lucifer.
"We know you. You are not a man, but a broken child?" said the head Clerk to Spyder. "Youve seen and learned much lately, but you remain a drunken libertine who despises his own foolish weakness above all else. And your mortal body is trapped forever in Hell. But we will take pity and give you the gift of annihilation. "
"Im not afraid of you. "
"But it is yourself you hate and yourself you must fight?" The head Clerk raised his hand to the palace entrance, where a figure was waiting.
Spyder saw his reflection. Sort of. A version of himself, but scarred like Lulu, crudely stitched together, like the Clerks themselves.
"He is your Shadow Brother, built from a broken memor
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