DERFEY'S DREADED MACHINATIONS; THE DEMISE OF THE ARGENT STAR

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Darwinius Derfey cackled with immodest indecency, casting pebble after peeble unto the mound of flame that has consumed the Cathedral. 

 

The Church of Canon, after all, had deigned to ignore his warnings. This was DERFEY'S EXALTED BASILICA. This was not the Argent Star. Not anymore. 

Darwinius Derfey cast his head back and laughed. A hollow sound, rising with his pitch as the flames danced and he continued to cast stone after stone. 

 

"Let that teach them who the true High Pontiff is. Iblees will rise again! My thralls, hark, for the Lord of Crows descends once again! Hark, for the time of the Canonist flock is over!"