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The mirror ever lies.

—AUF DER LAUER, MIRRORIST

Flesh, savaged by fire and made anew by Morgen's Ascension, remembered the agony. With each breath he felt the cold steel of Stehlen's knife as Bedeckt slid it between his ribs to pierce his heart. And the filth followed him. His hands would never be clean again. He'd spilled blood. He'd lied and murdered. He was contaminated, corrupted.

Morgen screamed and his reflections laughed and pranced and frolicked in his misery, for they too had Ascended alongside him. This, he realized, had always been their plan. They hadn't served him or shown glimpses of the future as a means of guidance. No, they'd led him by the nose to this moment. They'd manipulated his every choice.

Why hadn't Aufschlag or Konig told him not to trust the reflections? Surely they had known. How different would things have been if someone had been willing to educate him, just a little?

Morgen's reflections, each an aspect of the boy's shattered mind, bowed mockingly and fled into the world to pursue whatever capricious distractions they sought.

I'll never be the G.o.d the Geborene wanted.

Yet even that had been a lie. If the Geborene had wanted a good G.o.d, a pure G.o.d, then that is what he should have been; their beliefs should have defined him. But he wasn't. He was a free G.o.d. He could do whatever he wanted, play with lives, snuff souls on a whim, or send all Selbstha.s.s marching to war. And they would, they'd obey his every command. For he, Morgen, a tortured little boy, was their G.o.d.

Morgen looked down upon Selbstha.s.s City, watching the bustle of people going about their business. This seemingly omniscient view reminded him of playing with the toy soldiers and peasants in his model city. He remembered the bloodless battle between the two groups and joking with Konig that the peasants were revolting. At the time he'd thought Konig hadn't found it funny. Now he knew Konig simply hadn't understood it as a joke. As a G.o.d, he saw things differently, understood Konig's Doppels and reflections for what they were: manifestations of self-loathing, cowardice, and fear.

What kind of G.o.d could such a man make?

Morgen knew the answer: a broken G.o.d.

Morgen rose higher still. Far to the east he saw the jagged ridges of the Kälte Mountains and knew that beyond them lay the eternal wastes of the Basamortuan desert, the easternmost edge of the world. He could sense other G.o.ds, distant and vague. Some were relatively young, no more than a few millennia old, while others were ancient beyond reckoning. All, he realized, were Ascended mortals.

Where are the old G.o.ds? He sensed nothing of the creatures whose delusions were supposed to have created this twisted reality and birthed mankind. Have they abandoned us, sickened by all we are? It seemed possible. Likely, even.


Or are they just another layer of lies?

It didn't matter, he decided. They were gone or had never been.

Morgen turned his back on such thoughts and moved east, thinking to see for himself the vast wealth of Geldangelegenheiten, and stopped; the borders of man, defined by politics, war, and faith—all three manifestations of delusion—meant even more to G.o.ds. Morgen could not leave Selbstha.s.s.

Beyond this city-state, no one believed in him.

Even my omniscience is a lie.

That, Morgen decided, would have to change.

He returned to Selbstha.s.s City—the center of his power—this time focusing on the twisted castle the Geborene called home. For a time he watched, his skin burning, his heart shuddering with stabbing pain, as his priests scuttled about their business. In the tallest tower the new Konig, once a reflection and now basking in its illusory freedom, planned how he would use his new G.o.d.

Morgen laughed, a scornful sob of bitter pain. Konig—each and every aspect and manifestation—thought far too small. Their dreams were the dreams of pitiful, terrified men. The days of being used by such fools were done.

Manifesting in Konig's personal chambers, Morgen crushed the man to the thick carpeting with a savage and gleeful will. In a hand mirror on Konig's ma.s.sive oaken desk, he saw Failure applauding joyfully. That joy wouldn't last.

Konig blubbered incoherently, begging and pleading and desperate to please.

"You are nothing to me," said Morgen, and Konig nodded, agreeing. "I have many of you to chose from. You will be useful or I will snuff you from existence."

That too was a lie; he could not cause a soul to cease to exist. Limits and rules defined his power. The dead moved on. Where they went next might depend on their beliefs, or who killed them, but they always moved on. It was law.

I am a G.o.d! Morgen raged. How can I be so limited?

Pus.h.i.+ng aside these thoughts, he returned his attention to Konig. "I am the culmination of all you have wrought, everything the Geborene have worked for. I have Ascended and I am your G.o.d."

Morgen again screamed as flames danced across his flesh and the memory of icy steel sought his heart.

Konig, blood trickling from his ears, pressed his face to the floor as if he sought to disappear into the carpeting. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he wailed, his voice m.u.f.fled. The pathetic wretch had soiled himself.

How could I ever have looked up to this man? How could I have loved him?

"I will not be limited," said Morgen, forcing cold calm.

Konig merely nodded dumbly.

"If I am to remake this world, I must be everywhere. I must be wors.h.i.+ped everywhere."

"We will spread the word," Konig said, cringing.

Morgen ignored the filthy mortal's words. "The Geborene will infiltrate every city-state. We shall bring holy war to all who resist." This time the war will not be clean and bloodless. "I shall scour this world. It shall be clean, immaculate. Forever."

"The old G.o.ds—"

"Stick the old G.o.ds."

Konig's eyes widened comically at Morgen's coa.r.s.e language. "The Wahnvor Stellung will resist us."

"We shall eradicate them and their G.o.ds." Morgen drove Konig against the floor until he heard the man's ribs groan in protest. "There will be only one G.o.d."

"One . . . G.o.d . . ." gasped Konig.

"Geborene temples in every city. Each shall be a pinnacle of purity." He grinned madly at Konig's prostrate form, basking in the man's terror, savoring the taste of his abject wors.h.i.+p. "White. I want spotless, white pyramids. Everywhere."

"Purity" was all Konig managed to force from his compressed lungs.

Morgen released the man and listened to the shuddering intake of breath. "We are no longer a Theocracy."

"We . . . we aren't?" Konig stared at him, eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears, though whether from grat.i.tude or awe or sadness Morgen couldn't tell.

Morgen gestured at Failure, the previous Konig, watching from within the mirror. "I promised you I'd bring back the days of empire. Unlike you—" He bared his teeth as another searing stab of agony sought his heart. "Unlike all of you, I keep my promises. No mere Theocrat rules here. I do. This is a nation ruled by a G.o.d. This is the Holy Empire of Selbstha.s.s."

Once again Konig nodded dumbly.

"Make it happen," Morgen commanded, and fled the corrupt stench of the soiled man's apartments.

GHOSTS OF TORMENT savaged Morgen's flesh. He remembered Erbrechen's followers beating him, snapping his fingers like green twigs. He was drowning in filth, mud clogging his eyes closed, suffocating his broken nose. G.o.ds, he wanted to torture that foul slug. But when Morgen reached out he sensed nothing of the Slaver. Even in the Afterdeath nothing remained of the man. Was it just that Erbrechen didn't believe in Morgen and thus the boy-G.o.d had no power over him, or had something else happened to the grotesque man?

How can a G.o.d be so limited?

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Was he defined by the beliefs of his wors.h.i.+pers? Could he free himself of these rules simply by changing what people believed, or did something else, something greater even than he, enforce these laws? And if so, where was it? He sensed other G.o.ds, but nothing with the power to so utterly and unequivocally define reality.

Morgen cloaked himself in false flesh and walked Selbstha.s.s City. They believed in him now, but soon they would wors.h.i.+p with absolute conviction. His Geborene would hunt and crush all hints of doubt and dissent. Then, once he owned these grimy little souls, he would send them to war, march them like toy soldiers.

But he needed more than soldiers, he'd learned that much from Konig. He needed a.s.sa.s.sins and spies.

Morgen reached out for Asena and her Tiergeist and found them wandering the Afterdeath, still a pack, bound by the young Therianthrope's need. Anomie and her Schatten Mörder he found too. They believed in him, each and every one of them.

The a.s.sa.s.sins answered his call.

He wasn't finished, for he needed dangerously insane people willing to do dangerously insane things. He needed raw savage power, someone willing to burn the world for the one they loved.

There was one person who even at the end, her sanity incinerating, had sought to protect him with her final act. She loved Morgen as she had loved no other.

Morgen searched the Afterdeath for Gehirn and found her, a small child no older than himself, a delicate girl who just wanted to be loved, desperately seeking redemption.

"I'm sorry," he told her, reaching a hand toward the girl. "I need you."

Morgen watched as Gehirn aged before his eyes, growing in height and weight, her long red hair singeing and blowing away like ash in the wind. When she nodded and took his proffered hand, his heart shattered. He knew what this would cost her.

I've done a terrible thing.

He brought his a.s.sa.s.sins and his Ha.s.sebrand back to Selbstha.s.s.

And then he felt the pull, the need to return to the Afterdeath. A man there demanded Morgen's presence, and he had no choice but to answer.

Even G.o.ds are bound by rules.

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