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“All I’m saying is that you wouldn’t call a loaf of bread a sandwich” Khayyam croaked before spitting some tobacco into a tin can
“Yeah, just because it’s not a conventional way to describe a loaf of bread doesn’t mean that that’s not what it is. You don’t call a chicken a dinosaur but it still is for all intensive purposes.” Danvers replied
“That’s where you’ve delegitimize your argument. I don’t care if Jesus Christ and Elvis Presley came down from heaven and told me that a chicken was a dinosaur, I still will never believe that. I mean dinosaur means terrible lizard, a chicken is neither of those things. Khayyam said in turn
“Okay I’m just saying that you are refusing to accept the basic definition of sandwich, which entails both hotdogs and loaves of bread, your opinion on chickens and dinosaurs, and mine for that matter, do not have any bearing on a fact.” Danvers said in turn.
Khayyam grumbled and changed the subject as he often did when he knew he was wrong. He rambled about the 0-5s not letting him take his Columbian blow on-site, and the local fried chicken place having too much meat which diluted the flavor, and of the lost Daevite pyramid he was born in. That worried Danvers, such things were best not said around him lest they trigger one of his episodes. He had barely wandered back the last time.
Before he could get up Khayyam said something.
“Y’know, I dreamt I had many mouths, some chewing leathery flesh, some whispering, and some closed waiting for the days to come. Danvers felt himself slip from his earthly shell, he tried to stay but it was like trying to climb a waterfall.
He saw his body getting farther and farther away as he slipped through time and space. He saw glimpses across the cosmos, eldritch landscapes and horrifying beasts, a mass of tentacles and eyes eerily similar to Khayyam’s looked at him as Danvers glimpsed him while passing through his realm. More images flashed before him, a man with pomade in his middle parted hair with no fingernails grinning as a world burned around him, a city of oily dark stones, dark shapes in the mist.
A light appeared in the distance, he swam through the ether between the universes and into the shimmering iridescent surface. When he entered he wondered how the place had emitted light. It wasn’t quite light but rather visible darkness. Grime coated the gold and ivory walls. He knew that his brain was shorting out and he was simply viewing the closest approximation to what was really there, the distance between what he saw and what was there must’ve been larger than he could imagine. The roof of the place was a concave dome, or perhaps it was convex it was hard for him to tell. It was filled with shapes that only confused him the more he looked at them. The floor was a series of concentric circle with each going forward or perhaps downward.On each level sat an entity with an idol of them at the other end which they would sometimes trade places with the real one, making it hard to tell which was which. At the center was a throne facing all sides at once and a red, antlered entity which did the same.
They all trained their eyes upon him except for the red entity on the throne. An entity conjoined at the hip with a gash between his legs cried out in a high thin voice.
“You stand in the court of Scarlet king, what say you?”
Danvers tried to reply but he only stammered.
“It’s a simpleton, we have no use for it beyond cutting it apart” said the being conjoined to the eunuch with a large phallus hanging from its legs.
“Silence, cretin. The king has no need of your input. If he ever listened to you we’d have crashed into the sky years ago.” Replied the eunuch
“You both are more fools than I if you think the Scarlet King listens you, it’s an enigma that he has not devoured us all.” Said a creature in motley and a fool’s hat.
The court erupted in laughter although the creature obviously meant not humor in his statement.
“Too many resources have been expended on this creature already, the most logical conclusion is to quickly eradicate it.” Said the eunuch with his conjoined twin nodding his head in rage and confusion.
A bloated being in fine robes and jewelry on the third ring spoke softly,
“It would be more civilized to reform him and see if he could provide us with any knowledge to benefit our cause.”
“If I may speak my lords-” Danvers uttered
“Be silent, savage.” The being cried out in animalistic rage. As he leaped forward his robes came undone and Danvers saw what lay beneath. Lacerations covered his entire body with entrails sliding out. Tiny men in chains struggled against the weight of his bloated corpulence to hold him together as he closed his robes again.
“Be quiet, Viceroy, the Scarlet King has no need for civilization, you’re deluded to think you’ll convince him to do anything in your favor” Said a lion head giant in golden armor.
“I say he may be conscripted to fight for the Scarlet King, the only true way to die is with the blood of your enemies on your tongue as you die a glorious death.” Near the end of his statement his voice started to gargle and Danvers shifted his eyes. From another angle he saw the giant for what he was, a giant maggot with carrion in his mandibles, how did he not notice?
Still the Scarlet King sat, not saying anything, barely seeming to be paying attention. Around his throne was a tar pit with writhing naked woman clawing towards the surface and caressing the feet of the King.
“Leave this court of deluded fools while you still can, Danvers. I must know and never be heard, that is my curse and the existence I must suffer, but you can still escape this pit of madness.” Said the fool. Danvers felt like laughing but he was confused with his urge to. He was not given time to think. The Scarlet King stood from his throne and the ministers seemed to shrivel before his glare. He walked forward with little regard for those around him. He plucked Danvers up to his gaping maw and the immense and terrible flesh within.
