Acephalous from ‘The sword, the monster and the prayer’ by Luis Arturo Marín Sandoval (Maese Delta): "Nameless and featureless for it had no face, an unnatural strength for an apparent decayed body. A tortuous walk without complain, a puppet of horrid appearance. Whoever thought it could be tamed ignored that there was already an owner for it, a power that bespoke of foul yearnings, praying for the end of all life, whose host was the only one that grew ever larger and who promised that not even the dead would see the end of all wars."
The Wandering Prayer by Luis Arturo Marín Sandoval (Maese Delta)
“I will tread the world, wherever there is a battlefield, whenever there are those who end up abandoned, even by their own account, about to leave this world. Others might come faster than me, vile and hungry, though only few know of my real duty, and of those, there are some who seek to stop me, to desecrate what I am to rescue.”
“Why? What do you rescue?”
“There is yet to come an event to surpass all life and death, but I will keep doing my job even after that. Praying for the fallen, for those who breathe, for those who do not, for those scourged, for those whose illness cannot be cast out, and in every battlefield I will roam, kneeling by everyone.”
My eyes opened wide. I tried to speak but I stuttered.
“Yes, everyone. Not all the spears are risen at the same height, held by the same force, driven by the same hatred. And even those who seek to disrupt my work, I will be kneeling by their side when the day comes.”
He held me like a father carrying his new-born son. The shiver felt more frightening but only for a moment. Then, the pain in my chest vanished though I dared not to look at the wound. He gently took my hand and placed it away from my chest.
“If the prayer was not heard, if it was not uttered, I will spread it. I will get there.”
‘The Deafening Sword by Luis Arturo Marín Sandoval (Maese Delta)
“This is the true chant of the sword, loud and reckless to foes and glorious to friends. Ears will be pierced before heads are cut off with ease. Curses and roars cannot drown it, for when the sword is swung all foes must beware, for its warlike song will chase them even to their graves…”
And just before the hosts become crashing waves, the silence of the eve of carnage is broken by a voice uttering:
“And let the ruckus be heard!”
And just before the hosts become crashing waves, the silence of the eve of carnage is broken by a voice uttering:
“And let the ruckus be heard!”
