Prologue
Beginnings
The entity stood at the centre of everything, the beginning of everything. The globe he stood within was the size of a Universe. It shimmered and shone; waves of colour cascaded across its surface. It was the fabric of existence, a maelstrom of beginnings.
The globe sighed. “What is it this time?”
“There is a contract,” said the entity.
“Ah,” said the globe. “Our old friend up to his tricks again. I shall ensure it is dealt with.”
“It is of prime urgency.”
“Really?” A shimmer of surprised golds and silvers rippled the globe. “Are you saying there is a soul out there stupid enough to sign it?”
“Perhaps one.”
“Then it is done.”
“Too late.”
