jorgE630 on Nostr: The adversary’s dark glove came glittering with ancient stones. It moved with grace ...

The adversary’s dark glove came glittering with ancient stones. It moved with grace and cognizance beyond the reckoning of men. It pressed against the man’s face like death's own imprimatur. Its gems went starless and there was neither hesitation nor mercy, but a terrible surety as if the thing’s dominion over what was about to unfold had been ordained in the cosmic ledger. The man did not flinch and drove his iron-wrought blade home. Clean as God’s own geometry, the knife found a truth that was older than sin. The nameless being pulled away and bled black. It watched the man with eyes that held strange knowledge of the void and in its smile he read both riddle and revelation, as if this watcher meant to teach him something that could only be learned in the last moments before extinction. Here was no mere bearer of death but a mathematician, come to calculate the summing up of all things.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​