The Vision of an Ancient King

When the sweet delirium had intercepted the spaces of his mind, a vision of an ancient king had come to visit at his bedside. This King was not his father, nor a royal ancestor, but rather the King of all men.

He looked up with amazement.

There were two Knights in accompaniment, whose armours glammed with light; their countenance was young - neither male nor female, yet symmetrical and quite beautiful.

The great King appeared to glow as an aura of gold fell about the room streaming from Him.

Richard spoke feebly, "I have failed Thee. I now consent to death with the achievements vouchsafed to you and to the common good ... yet how can I now die, knowing that the evil still remains?"

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series