Interlude
JONES
Jones found what he was looking for: a dark hollow in the heart of the city that sailed between the stars. Music thumped around him; bodies pressed against him. And he moved unknown amongst the damned and doomed.
It was only a matter of time now.
The last ship hadn’t been big enough, populous enough. But this one would do. This ship that was also a city would be the nesting ground for the Larval God. And its feast once regrown.
Jones slunk to the back rooms, those deepest in the vast building, where dust and disuse clung to the air. And there he retched, heaved, flailed until a glowing orb the size of his fist splattered on the floor and shattered.
All at once, the Larva and Caretaker were free. Free to feed, to grow, to make the people of Neo-Tokyo know what fear was.
Jones, the Caretaker, and the Larva would give that to them. And more.
He fell to the floor, a puddle of spit and shit spreading beneath him as he started the Litany once again.
“The Void is eternal.”