/lit/ - Literature

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Maybe I missed something, but I got the sense from the Coffers of Sauglish scene that Wütteat was a souled creature from the Wracu-planet, naturally born, not created by the Inchoroi or Progenitors, the last of his race, who was held in stasis inside the Ark as it conquered many planets. All the Wracu of Eärwa are "derived" from Wütteat the same way that Sranc are "derived" from Nonmen. That's why Wütteat is considered the Father of Dragons.

>Vengeance roamed the halls of the compound - like a God.

>And he sang his song with a beast’s blind fury, parting wall from foundation, blowing ceiling into sky, as though the works of man were things of sand.

>And when he found them, cowering beneath their Analogies, he sheared through their Wards like a rapist through a cotton shift. He beat them with hammering lights, held their shrieking bodies as though they were curious things, the idiot thrashing of an insect between thumb and forefinger...

>Death came swirling down.

>He felt them scramble through the corridors, desperate to organize some kind of concerted defence. He knew that the sound of agony and blasted stone reminded them of their deeds. Their horror would be the horror of the guilty. Glittering death had come to redress their trespasses.

>Suspended over the carpeted floors, encompassed by hissing Wards, he blasted his own ruined halls. He encountered a cohort of Javreh. Their frantic bolts were winked into ash by the play of lights before him. Then they were screaming, clawing at eyes that had become burning coals. He strode past them, leaving only smeared meat and charred bone. He encountered a dip in the fabric of the onta, and he knew that more awaited his approach armed with the Tears of God.

>He brought the building down upon them.

>And he laughed more mad words, drunk with destruction. Fiery lights shivered across his defences and he turned, seething with dark crackling humour, and spoke to the two Scarlet Magi who assailed him, uttered intimate truths, fatal Abstractions, and the world about them was wracked to the pith.

>He clawed away their flimsy Anagogic defences, raised them from the ruin like shrieking dolls, and dashed them against bone-breaking stone.

>Seswatha was free, and he walked the ways of the present bearing tokens of ancient doom.

>He would show them the Gnosis.