Corpse: Small Worlds Chapter Twenty Seven

Small Worlds
Chapter Twenty-Seven

"Vaniah. I must warn you..."

"What is it now?!" Vaniah screamed at the top of his lungs to the voice within his head.

"I'm afraid that you'll be in the same place as both the Prophetess and Zeke in precisely five months."

"Dear God. Who... who are you, anyway?"

"I am the prophetess's opposition."

"She... killed you, didn't she?"

"Indeed, she did. And, unfortunately, took my power. I warn you of this for a reason, Vaniah."

"And what, precisely, is that?"

"She killed a master of black magic, including Voodoo."

Vaniah groaned and fell to the floor. Werther and Visstor looked at him briefly.

"We should probably leave him alone."

"Yesss, I would have to ag-"
"-gree."

Werther and Visstor looked around, confused. Vaniah got up.

"How long has it been?"

A booming voice responded as the trio was beamed aboard.

"Exactly five months, Gunslinger."

Vaniah silently vowed to make sure she would stay dead this time.