And so the faceless one drew a deep breath believing it may be his last, cheerful that it might. And the last army of heaven dove down on him together as one single force. He who was once the hideous faced man but who was now faceless, drew upon his magics one last time and his foe was split into its many parts and the faceless one made war against each one. And the shrieks of his foes were great and their blood began to fill the pit above the gates. Below him all the host of hell purred and growled, eager to be unleashed and, when the last of the heroes of heaven were vanquished, the faceless one dipped his head into the blood and bathed in it! The maddness of bloodlust thunder through his veins and he raised his sword in defiance at the gods and the roar of his mouthless scream froze the spirits of the dead in terror and even the demons ceased for the moment to churn against the gates. The faceless one stooped to open the gates.
And the sun god smiled. Again the humming of the small and pretty woman tore through the veil of night and echoed through all heaven. And the sun god whispered in the faceless one's ear and told him that he would see her, though he had no eyes, for the sun god, too, had magics, and his magics could not be denied.
