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smallfandomflshFandom: Chrono Trigger
Pairing/Characters: n/a
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Word count: 177
Spoilers: mild
Summary: Avarus, they called it, or the Mammon Machine.
Avarus, they called it, the Mammon Machine. The endlessly greedy deity that devoured the souls of everything and anything fed into it. The machine's primary source of fuel, dreamstone, had even been used as currency at some point in history now lost in the mist of time. They had forgotten the origin of most of the things keeping their civilisation afloat, only remembering what worked. All except their Queen and her advisers and their Mammon Machine and the dark God who spoke to them through it. That thing whispered to them in their dreams, promising limitless opulence, their heart's desire.
Of the people left alive who knew what this was actually costing them, every single one of the Sages was banished, imprisoned or in hiding from the Queen's wrath.
The machine would not tell them what it desired in return, content to wait. to watch its servants rack up more debt, sacrifice more souls in a vain attempt to delay some consequence they only vaguely remembered was coming to them.
And the God stirred in the depths...
Pairing/Characters: n/a
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Word count: 177
Spoilers: mild
Summary: Avarus, they called it, or the Mammon Machine.
Avarus, they called it, the Mammon Machine. The endlessly greedy deity that devoured the souls of everything and anything fed into it. The machine's primary source of fuel, dreamstone, had even been used as currency at some point in history now lost in the mist of time. They had forgotten the origin of most of the things keeping their civilisation afloat, only remembering what worked. All except their Queen and her advisers and their Mammon Machine and the dark God who spoke to them through it. That thing whispered to them in their dreams, promising limitless opulence, their heart's desire.
Of the people left alive who knew what this was actually costing them, every single one of the Sages was banished, imprisoned or in hiding from the Queen's wrath.
The machine would not tell them what it desired in return, content to wait. to watch its servants rack up more debt, sacrifice more souls in a vain attempt to delay some consequence they only vaguely remembered was coming to them.
And the God stirred in the depths...
