Bound MardukDark brown eyes situated in a dark brown face opened slowly with a flicker as the rose-gray smoke trailed past them."Emperor Heliogabolus under the water still dreams of petals and panthers and dinner with eight other dead men," the dry, dead voice whispered. "Lies beneath the water, wondering what to do with all the pretty flowers..."Latex tubing carried mysterious fluid around the room, winding like semitransparent ivy around the ornately-cast bronze throne. Disappearing into his voluminous, pristinely white silk robes, they ran from vases inlaid with silver and gold. Attendants scurried more than walked, rushing to and fro around the vases to pour in a new rose tincture, a new violet-tinted mixture, carrying away pans of discharged blood to pour in choreographed arcs over the fine blue lilies that grew in beams of sunlight that filtered down from the open ceiling. The blue-robed attendant lit the second stick of incense on his tray, and
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