Fire of the Inquisitor

“I can hear her,” the dead man said. Above him, large spheres of colorful plasma floated and mixed with each other creating different new colorful spheres of plasma.

“Yes, we can all hear her,” the inquisitor said. He was standing in a pool of blue transparent blue liquid that was not water. “Our mistress is a constant voice, a dull pain that can’t be relieved.”

The dead man tapped his bony hands on the skull that was his head, whispering to himself, “I can hear her.”

“The plan was a good one,” the third head said. His green body was like a snake, his four arms ended in his claws, and his eyeless wormlike head was displaying a broad smile. “I would try it again on a different world.”

“Yes,” the inquisitor agreed. “It would have worked if not for one thing.”

The green creature coiled his body in the mud. “Yes, the queens lingering connection.”

“I can hear her!” the deadman shouted.

The inquisitor stared at the man. His eyes and the space in between his bones shined with the green energy of the witches. “It is something I will have to deal with before we can move on.”

“Good.” The green creature clicked its sharp claws together. “I will continue to create our army.”

The dead man stood up and waved his sword above his head. “I will lead the army.”

“Yes,” the inquisitor reached out and grabbed the dead man’s sword and forced him to sit down again. “We all have our parts to play.”

“What about the witches?” the green creature asked. “I believe there is still one remaining in the world somewhere.”

The inquisitor waved his hand. “They are too preoccupied with their own plans, we have no need for them anymore.”

The green creature bowed. “Then I will take my leave.”

“I should also be going,” the inquisitor turned to the dead man, “our lady will send for you when you are needed.”

“I can hear her.” The dead man nodded.

He watched as the inquisitor left the cave, humming to himself. He looked up to where the spheres danced above him, the place where the world’s connected. He could hear her there, she was dreaming of events that had yet to pass and people she would never meet. If he tried hard enough he could almost remember her name. Another sphere past in front of him and showed him a night sky hanging over an endless ocean. He forgot what he was trying to remember, but the starry sky reminded him of a song.

The dead man sang the song to himself as he waited for his lady to call on him.