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There can be no scale to it. There are no referents. The texture of the void is impermeable to the idea of measurement. The stars are unreachable and incomparable above. It is larger than the universe and it is smaller than a pebble in your shoe. And in that cup, a tree.

Its in our whole capacity to perceive. Maybe its a natural part of how we know the world. Maybe its not, maybe its a curse or something inflicted on us, because Imperators could do that. Heck, even Powers could do that, Meon or Joktan or whatever could have made it so. But whatever the reason, its part of our existence.

Sometimes we see what we see and know what we know. Sometimes we see or know the evil world instead. Sometimes we touch things. Or people. Sometimes we touch the evil world instead. Theres something in our heads, some twitching antenna that can tell when evils near, and that awareness wriggles into view. Its like a flopping fish or a dying worm.

Its like its distressed. Like evil is distressed that it has to live in the same world as people as bad as us. Sometimes your soul will hollow out and there will be a great static of the mind and thats the tendril of Saa Lingurth, the beast of the evil world.

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It appears when we see it. I dont think its causal, exactly. I probably wouldnt tell you about it if I thought it was. If I thought it needed you to see it in order to appear, if I thought that I was dooming you to evil when I described these things and filled your head with these thoughts then I probably wouldnt describe them.

But I dont think its causal, exactly. I only know that its how it comes to pass. Its the way it happens. We think we might see some ogres. Then we see some ogres. We think that building gargoyles actually a nimblejack. We look closer. We dont want to look, but we have to know. Were scared. And maybe it seems like yes, it really could be, it really could be a nimblejack. And we look a little closer And its moving like the wind, its horrid wrinkly face and claws and the long, long reaching of its limbs, and we scream, and fall backwards, but its not looking for us, not today, it has other business in the Earth, this creature of the Evil World.

That didnt happen to me. I tell myself that didnt happen to me, that never happened to me, and that it wont come back. Ianthe says I dont run fast enough to be interesting hunting anyway. Theres something, thats our first sign.

Theres something. Then we become aware of it. Then we begin to worry: is this Meon smiling at us? Is this Joktan laughing at us? Is this Baalhermon coming like the fire and the sword to smash our world? Lightning flashes. Forms distort. We see the evil world; and it is there. Darkness falls on our room. Our closet seems to fill with horrid things. And they break through. The evil world hunts us. It is the thing that hunts us. It is the thing that knows us through our fear. It is the thing that knows us through our hatred of it; that knows us by the fact that we see evil in the world when previously it was not there.

In fairness, we are right to be afraid. Ogres eat people. Theyre the nicer ones, too; the nimblejacks will do a lot worse to you than eat. Even Lord Entropys human servants are always doing evil. We cant get away from them entirely, not unless everybody in the world stops seeing evil, so we might as well anticipate it ourselves. Lord Entropy doesnt care about humanity. Sometimes he hurts people, sometimes he doesnt. Thats one kind of fear. If youre a.

If youre a Power, its even worse. If youre a Power, then there is no practical way that you have never done him wrong. There is no way youve never loved. There is no way youve never accidentally hurt an innocent. There is no way youve been perfect in your service to the War. I guess its technically possible, but seriously never? Not at all? If youre a Power, one day he might decide to hunt you and it will officially be your fault. It is an island riding on a beast. It is surrounded by storms.

In the center of that world is the palace of black glass. On his throne in the palace is the evil god Lord Entropy, and his fingers always drip with blood. He is attended by ogres and by nimblejacks. To his left, in the eastern palace, there is Joktan. He stands over the palace like a giant, his shadow massive on the clouds.

Joktan, whose laughter fills the air. He is laughing at you right now. He is laughing at you because he hates you and because he knows that you will suffer.

He is laughing because it is marvelously funny how terrible things will happen to you, and how terrible you are. Baalhermon holds the palace of the west and stands at Lord Entropys right. He is the power in the incarnadine clouds that rumble across the sky in the evil world. He is the terror and the destruction and the lightning.

And then there is Meon. Meon cannot possibly be as bad as people say, because if he was, then there would be nothing left for virtue in this world. There wouldnt be any point in anything, in even trying, if Meon were as bad as people say. And Ive never noted him explicitly as doing harm. Ive never seen it, never heard of it, never obtained an authoritative documentary reference to any cruel and monstrous thing that he has done. He doesnt even have his own wing of the palace; he isnt part of the government of the evil world.

Hes just there. But Ive seen him. Ive seen a photograph of him. Ive seen his smile. So I know why people say what they say. He keeps all the worst things in the world in that smile, behind that smile, like hes holding them all back. Like hes holding back all the worst things that could ever happen, all the time. He could be that thing which makes things discordant with themselves and the entire world, the thing that rips and ruins, the thing that is the worst face of every monster in the world.

He could be that. He maybe even might be that. But for right now, he holds it back. He holds it back, so maybe hes fighting it. Maybe on some level hes trying to do good. But I dont think thats why. Meon is the god of defilement; he is the Power of Desecration.

And it seems to me that he is leashing himself because it is more pleasant to him that people desecrate themselves, and one another, and their own holy things. It seems to me that he is choosing not to be so very great an evil as he ought to be, as he could be, as people say he is, because he loves how very wicked people are, even without Meon.

Do you love me? I asked, when our time was done. Diamanta leaned her head back to look at me. Is that why you think I come to you? Why do you, then? She looked down. I committed a sin I cannot bear,she said. This is my expiation. Maybe its all just an excuse. Maybe he just wants me to see that, wants that written down. Maybe hes secretly good and doesnt want anybody to notice.

Maybe hes doing monstrous evil, all the time, and letting people believe we do it to ourselves. I cant tell you, either way. All I can say is that he cant be as bad as his reputation, because that would mean the worthlessness of the world.

I wont let it mean that. So he cant be. And then theres Lord Entropy. He cant be that either. He cant be even as bad as people say Meon is, either. But hes close. Lord Entropy, and his Evil World, is all three of them and more.

He is the laughter and the storm. He is the seething sleepless evil. He is the architect of our despair. Sometimes the impression arises that Joktan is laughing at Lord Entropy. He is laughing because there is something that Lord Entropy wants that he cannot have, or something that Lord Entropy has failed at or some agony Lord Entropy cannot avoid. When this impression arises, Joktan has unpleasant days. He molded them from dead trees, rocks and corpses.

He made them tall. He made them broad. He made them ridiculously strong and able to smell you from miles away. But the secret of their making is that he started not with anything physical but with a sensation: ogres began with the ripping and tearing of flesh. They are more than anything else creatures of what-it-feels-like to have your body treated as meat, to have its structure pulled apart by ogres, to be torn.

That is what they are and they tell you what manner of being Lord Entropy is. They were created in Lord Entropys Chancel and they have only ever known evil. Most of them are innocents in that sense they have never had call to question or think about their nature, they have never had a reason to understand how terrible they are.

Bond 5 : I am strong enough to overpower you. Bond 2 : I can smell you wherever you hide. Bond 2 : I serve and love Lord Entropy. Affliction 2 : I reek; an alarming, distinctive smell.

Affliction 1 : I have only ever known evil. Affliction 1 : I am a great, tall beast-like person. They have the Paramount Strength Gift and the Paramount Sense Gift: they can use difficulty 4 Aspect miracles of raw strength and power, and difficulty 4 Aspect miracles of smelling things out, for free. Their leader is Hugh Rosewood. Hes a man whos somehow managed to stay an ogre and yet grow up.

Hes an ogg gone all sophisticate. Maybe hes worked out some kind of moral theory of ogreness. Maybe hes just too impressed by Lord Entropy to really care about the gaping moral issues in his work. Hes an adult, he understands what it means to be a person in the world, But he basically doesnt care. Ogre adults are like that. Theyre terrifying. Theyre usually still evil and always almost impossible to stop.

But hardly any ogres make it that far. Theyre born as children and they die as adolescents, by the standards of their race. Even the older ones dont really grow up, not while living in the evil world. Maybe fifteen or sixteen in history, and five or six alive right now, have ever managed to mature properly and become like Hugh; and if any have made it past that, all the way to old, I hope I never know.

The nimblejacks were stolen. They used to belong to the Fallen Angel Achaia. Shes dead. Theyre not. Theyre the descendants of Hell and corruption lives in them. Theyre horrid little monsters, almost by definition, cruel and relentless by character.

They used to be a kind of incarnation of consequence, part of the karma and morality that got cut off from the Ordinary World. They were what you got when you found you were in too deep. And thats still the livid essence that twists inside them.

Lord Entropys been breeding them with each other and with humans for millennia. Hes kept them cut off from the ordinary world and from the Hell that was their home. Now theyre more physical creatures than karmic ones. Now theyre gargoyle-imps, humanoid creatures wearing skin as tough as a stone and with nails like spikes of granite.

Now theyre shriveled things that can move faster than the lightning. Theyre not consequences, not any more. But theyre still fatal. They can still bewitch you so that you cant let go of the promises youve made to them, that you feel you have to fulfill whatever agreements with them you make. They can take your word and make it your obsession.

Or they can rip your guts out with their fingernails and let you die upon the floor, whatever. Theyre living creatures now, and not just bits of Hell, but they still must live their lives in a state of evil, in a world defined by corruption and suffering. Its the weirdest and most wonderful and most terrible The common ogre homo pervalidus loves music. When the ogres march, others can hear their walking song from miles away: It does no good to see us come.

The worlds too small for you to fly. Keen eyes wont save you from our kind, Well pop them out and leave you blind! Matters none how fast you run. Quick feet you have but all the same Well bite them off and leave you lame! The last line of each verse is roared with great gusto and merriment.

The song continues in the same vein for about thirty verses, and then repeats. If you wear a thought-record transmitter, you can send your thoughts to its matching teletype receiver from anywhere in the world. Using a receiver in tandem with a computer you can create a transcription of received thoughts in real time, at leisure, or even post-mortem. There is an Estate for Thought-Record Technology, and someone could theoretically invent it in the prosaic world at any time; for now, though, the technology only exists in relatively advanced Chancels.

There is a rumor that Lord Entropy can collect the last several days of thought from a dead mortal or Power, regardless of whether they wore a transmitter or willingly broadcast their thoughts while alive; from such ostensible records, made public, have many of this books quotations come.

Bond 4 : You have brought this on yourself. Bond 2 : I am fast enough to catch you. Affliction 1 : I am ugly, twisted, and small. They have the Lightning Quickness Gift; this allows them to use difficulty 7 Aspect miracles of moving quickly for 0 MP.

If a nimblejack ascends, if they let themselves ascend, if they let their soul look up inside them and appreciate beauty or love or justice, they explode and a fire surges out from where their heart would be and sears through the sky towards Heaven.

The Island of Lord Entropy is a thing of layers; it is built on top of elder and elder ruins, and whether all of these things are of his making, or whether some predate him, we do not know. In the sewers are great Grecian temples, miles in length and sixty feet in height; and the remnants of former cities; and gardens of strange beasts and horrors. Deeper and deeper one may descend, through ever-stranger secrets and forgotten places, into the crushing dark.

Genseric tells me that at the end of it all, one sees Lord Entropy again that in the uttermost depths of the island, one finds oneself. It could be true. It could be a lie. Genseric Dace is not always reliable. The humans that serve Lord Entropy are trained to hunt. Underneath the palace of Lord Entropy is a savage garden wherein they find their meat; they descend, and fight with elder horrors, and bring up monstrous things to be their food. They are often put to employing this training in our non-evil world.

They are feral creatures, though they can be mannerly. They are not comfortable in civilization. They are not comfortable in non-evil worlds. The stench of things not being dominated by desecration, destruction, and scorn disturbs them. They feel disoriented, like people breathing ether, and out of place. But they are still very good at hiding in our world, at renting apartments and walking on streets and otherwise infiltrating us that they may watch us, or steal from us, or help Lord Entropys greater servants on their hunts.

The humans of Lord Entropy are also called Domicelli domicellus, domicella ; this term is strictly applied to those who earn his favor, and loosely to any human whose loyalty lies with the Darkest Lord. There are two dominating conditions of the Evil World. The first is the arising impression.

Judgments, perceptions, appearances arise as if they were objective facts. They breathe forth from the world. You will be standing in the Evil World, and you will realize: the moon seems to hate the stars. These thoughts are the art of Lord Entropy, impressions painted on the world. You may seem guilty; a grotto may seem safe; a thing may seem terrible, or virtuous or bright. Qualia form a mist. The second dominating condition is hunger.

To live in the Evil World is to know a desperate, fierce hunger. It grows the longer you stay; for those who live there, it has sunk into the bone and flesh of them, made a permanent change. There is a substance and a quality of need, and there is nothing that lives there or stays there terribly long that is not driven into danger, folly, or madness and often more than one of these by a hunger for a thing it cannot find, or cannot have, or cannot permit itself to possess.

Even for the ogres, whose tastes are awful but simple enough, the hunger has no end; the more they gorge themselves on human flesh, the hungrier they become. The history of the Nobilis as I have been taught it allows no room for elder horrors; it is a peculiarity of Lord Entropys Chancel that when you are within it there appear to be entities and civilizations that are remnants of things long predating Man.

Presumably they were created with just such properties, even as the fossils of the ordinary world. Properties of the Evil World We want what we cannot have. We are prey to false impressions. The truth is darker than you know. Joktan laughs at you. Nothing lasts forever. The worst is yet to come. He stood at the edge of the Earth and drank the world. As a servant of Creation, I said, I should kill you. He could not move. We essentially digitally re-master the book.

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