Tuesday felt truly sorry. Although he didn't want to show it, he was. He was sorry for the things he had done to Dawn ,Noon and Dusk, he was sorry for the harm he had done in the Secondary Realms and, most of all he was sorry for defying the Architect. The Rightful Heir had his full gratitude. Dame Primus was still being bitchy
towards him, growing a few inches and flexing the Second Key whenever she walked past. He sighed and began to walk towards the edge of the Pit, he wasn't entirely useless, he still had a remnant of the power of the Second Key in his hand. He would do all he could to fill in the Pit, at least a little bit.
Saturdays Dusk was nervous, he hadn't delivered worse news to his mistress since Part One of the Will had escaped. He knocked on the polished wooden door to her chambers. "Enter!" shouted a stressed voice.
He opened the door and strode in. "Ah, Dusk, how are the plans to sink the Lower House into Nothing coming along? Is there any news of Tuesday's victory yet?" enquired a very tall, beautiful Denizen with jet black hair.
"Ma'am, our top sorcerors have finished the calculations and for us to reach the Gardens we will have to sink the Far Reaches as well---"
"Well... Tuesday won't be happy with that will he, but in times of need sacrifices need to be made..."
"Ma'am , I have another report that Tuesday was defeated by the---"
"WHAT?! AND YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!" she boomed, her face contorting in rage.
At that moment Saturdays Dawn flew up to the window looking flustered. "MISTRESS! We have urgent news from the Far Reaches that says Tuesday is about to quell the flow of Nothing! We must stop him or our plans shall fail!" Dawn reported.
"Dusk, you know what to do," Saturday instructed, calming in an instant.
"Yes Ma'am!"
Dusk immediately jumped into an elevator that had appeared from nothing.
Ping! Tuesday was standing on the edge of the Pit, preparing the immense sorcery needed, when the elevator arrived. Tuesday tried to turn around but for some reason he felt frozen, he could still move his mouth though. "Who's there?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, I don't see any reason for you to know that... Let it suffice that I have power beyond your imagination..." Dusk replied slyly.
"DUSK! WHATS YOUR BITCH OF A MISTRESS ASKED YOU TO DO NOW? KILL ME? WELL IT WON'T WORK!" roared Tuesday.
"I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet anyway, our supreme mistress wishes to talk. And I'd advise you to keep a civil tongue or you just might lose it..." responded Dusk, as cool as a cucumber.
There was an intense high pitched tone and Dusk and Tuesday were standing in Saturdays chambers, the woman herself was nowhere to be seen. "SATURDAY, SHOW YOURSELF! I CAN SENSE YOU!" boomed Tuesday.
"All in due time," said the enchanting voice of Saturday, "But first you'll tell me all that has been happening in the Far Reaches and all you know about the Pretender, Arthur."
"Never." whispered Tuesday, evidently having a mental challenge as he looked in deep concentration, Saturday appeared and mirrored the look.
"I can break your mind, you know..." threatened Saturday.
"And? I have nothing left to live for anyway..." said Tuesday.
Saturday had one last grunt of concentration, and Tuesdays face went vacant. "Dump him in the Pit, make it look like an accident." Instructed Saturday.
Sometime after the end of Lord Sunday...
The tombstone was beautiful, made of white marble with a statue of Tuesday standing above it, the inscription below read:
Lord Tuesday, a man who was lead so astray, but he saw the Light of the Architect,
His sacrifice was not in vain...