Who dares to come between a god-king and his desires?
It was fitting that Emperor Auram was a man of tremendous girth, for the hugeness of his body bore living, trembling testament to the greatness of his appetites. For who but the great slug-bodied Emperor Auram could wish for himself a moon made entirely of gold to serve as his throne? He was the height of two men, measured to his shoulder and many times that measured around his belly. His mouth was two feet wide and impossibly full of tiny sharp teeth.
Some of which were his own.
Auram sat alone in his dark throne-room, or nearly alone, for the room was empty save a mangled body bearing the garb of a royal messenger. which Auram himself held cradled in his fat arms. The god-king tightened his grip -there was a splintering of bone-- and his total solitude was earned. He held the dangling corpse puppet-like by the top of the head and fixed its cooling eyes on the heavens. Auram too looked upwards at the stars through a gold-rimmed aperture in the ceiling. His eyes became moist with tears and he whispered into the corpses ear.
When I was young, one of my teat-nurses told me that if I looked into a dead man's eyes I would see the future. Will I see my moon in yours, I wonder? Will I see in your eyes what I see in my dreams? A god in a golden chariot? A god who strides the heavens burning his enemies?
Emperor Auram twisted around the broken head of his minion until it stared him in the face. He frowned.
I see nothing. I saw nothing in her eyes either.
Returning his gaze to the stars above, Auram plucked his servants eye with a gory thumb and popped it into his mouth and swallowed.
To hell with you. To hell with anyone who gets in my way. TO HELL WITH CAPTAIN STARLOCK!
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