The Morgana

The Morgana

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‘You must tell us everything!’

‘Everything? No living creature in the universe knows everything. Probably not even the Creator of this world knows everything...’

‘Don't mess with me, man, with your primitive reasoning. Tell me about Morgana. I want to know everything you know about Morgana.’

‘Ah, so that's what interests you. Was it necessary to torture me with the most sophisticated tortures for so long? Or is it that in your world you cannot cause pain to other beings?’

‘Communication through pain, human, is the sincerest form of interaction between any living beings. Pain is a stream of pure energy capable of changing worlds. We have lived with pain for hundreds of thousands of years. It has changed us, making us an almighty race throughout the universe.’ The eyes of Lord Nurgle flashed with a bright green flame. ‘Speak, human. Morgana!’

‘Morgana,’ the man said, overcoming the incredible pain that pierced his entire body and mind. ‘The planet. A ship drifting through the vastness of the universe...’

For a moment, the man stopped moving and breathing, hanging helplessly like an insect on a web of wires and tubes connected to his thin, tortured body.

The man jerked awake in a huge, dimly lit room. From the darkness of oblivion, the green eyes of a huge horned creature, which resembled both a living dead man and a demon, continued to stare at him.