A fragment from the next chapter of Sideshow Hearts

Sudri, the last warrior of the Myrkalfar with his powered exoskeleton still intact. While standing just under five feet tall, he is a giant of his species, but now he sits on a bench. Breathing his meditation of *inhale* this may be *exhale* my last breath. Tragically he had done this for eons. He is living in an ever more ironic acceptance of mortality. It is ironic because his death would not come until after discovering the master of this universe. For he knew it was dying.

 

The Myrkalfar are the maggots of higher beings. When they are born, the universe is at a point of failure if symbolically, a God is like a star, then A Myrkalfar is a Blackhole.

 

But not independent, not entering a solar system to devour. They are the black hole that the star will become. A Starchild of consciousness that will take its father's role though both are changed in the convergence.

 

Sudri is seeking whoever is in charge of this labyrinth of doors. This maze of compartments and he has been so for as long as he can remember.

 

There is a light hum as he starts to move—the sound of the machine surrounding him powering up and moving with his flesh and bones. It is Green and yellow, except armored gloves on his hands; they are painted red—thick and metallic.

 

Like a bipedal tank, he starts a slow walk forward. Each step makes a shaking of the whole room even though it is as gentle as possible.

 

His face is black, but for his eyebrows and the iris of his eyes, they flicker red as living flames. In contrast, his complexion is that of the cosmos, like he reflects the universe—planets and stars all reflecting a desire to be born.

 

Some would think it an illusion of the armor, but this is his face. Uncovered by machinery. Though at certain angles, you may be able to see a gold light surrounding his head like some form of a halo. As if on our planet (long ago), the Myrkalfar were mistaken for the servant of a god they fed on.

 

The Myrkalfar do no need their armor, but it helps and is a part of them. It is so they can continue moving forward on their search while asleep. Or fighting in duels with the others of their race. It is a contest to see who will find God and start the rebirth.

 

But he shattered those of his brothers he had met with his Axe. Dead or broken, it does not matter how you describe it. They could not continue in the game.