The Return And Retinue
The Seven were ushered into the throne room in silence. Their footsteps absorbed by the vastness of the space. Their movements precise and ordered in their approach - eyes down in supplication, hands held palm forwards at their sides. The hall was empty save for the One waiting.
She, the One, sat upon her throne. Her motions were to just her head and eyes as she watched them approach. Her hands remained upon the arms of her perch, her fingers gripping the stone. Her legs were lost beneath the pleats of her gown, that fell like ferns about the rock and rubble that made for the dais. Bones and dead leaves were scattered amongst the debris, but the One paid them no mind and in turn her guests did the same.
The procession stopped, spread out to form a line in front of their monarch and knelt as one. Their hands remained at their sides, palms toward the One, and heads bowed. In return their queen smiled, yet said nothing.
Her smile was broken by a heave as she began to gag. Still her hands remained gripping the throne. Only her shoulders and head shook. Her eyes closed in concentration or pain, as she shook with each convulsion.
The One opened her mouth to scream. All that escaped it was a jade stone egg covered in blood and bile. Larger than her head, it unhinged her jaw and was pushed from within as the One shudder to disgorge her gift.
A final heave and the queen pushed forth the egg and collapsed back into her throne. Her head was down and her shoulders slumped but still she maintained her pose. The egg fell into her lap with a thud and a crack. And the Seven remained still and silent.
Today’s art is courtesy of Bastien Lecouffe Deharme from Hell, USA.