The Lemniscates

27. Irene and Me.

- Well, you made a beautiful little carnage. Kind of Dexter like if you will. Especially the splashes on the wall.

- Who are you?

- Me.

- I'm not in the mood. Your name!

- Me is my name.

- Whatever. What do you want?

- Discuss.

- About what?

- About you for a start. How are you?

- I just killed the Guardians of the Sanctuary.

- Ha! Yes I see. ... Eight, nine, ten ... Some are missing.

- Sorry?

- They are twelve, originally.

- And where are the other two?

- It would not be funny if I told you. But I'll be nice and tell you what you'll inevitably do.

- Too kind.

- You're welcome. It's natural. You go search for Ezekiel.

- Ezekiel? Why?

- You'll need him to know where the last key was and above all who held it.

- Is that important?

- Slightly. It depends of course if you want to save the universe.

- Really? It is not just the world?

- I love the little sarcastic touch. Of course, the world will be saved too. But you will agree that the universe is a little bit more important.

- And what do you have to gain in this?

- Me? The little thrill to interact with the protagonists. You know, when you read a story, you always think it would be better if the hero would do one thing over another.

- You rewrite history.

- Something like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do in the Chambers of Tables.
- And may I know why?

- Write a short text.

- What text?

- Nothing important. It will be written in a dead language anyway.

- What is it!

- Calm down, calm down. It's just a spell to ... say, fatally injured ... and definitely... a god.

- You want to kill a god?

- Relax, this is not for you.

- Who then?

- This is none of your business. And anyway, that's another story!