The Fall of London
"Forty years ago, London was stolen by bats."[1]
Forty years ago — give or take — London found itself in a terrible predicament. Britain's Prince Consort, long admired and beloved, had fallen ill with typhoid fever. No one had expected his condition to take a turn for the worse, as he had been in generally good health, but on December 15, 1861, his death was announced.[2]
His passing shattered the reigning Queen. Consumed by grief, she intended to wear jet-black mourning dress for the rest of her days, and ordered the palace to be shuttered to keep out sunlight.[3] Her love for her Prince Consort was boundless enough that she would do anything to bring him back — and that love drew the attention of the Masters of the Bazaar.[4] They came with an offer:[5] they would preserve the life of her beloved in exchange for everything she owned. And that included London.[6]
Once the deal was struck, the Masters granted Victoria a week before they would return to claim the city. She sent notice to Parliament, granting them full discretion over how to share this information with the public.[7] However, the government ultimately chose to withhold the news, fearing widespread riots and potential backlash from the Masters.[8]
So it was that on February 14, 1862,[9] the Masters came to London and took it downward into the vast, lightless cavern known as the Neath. It fell upon Karakorum, the Fourth City (or what remained of it at least), crushing it and becoming the Fifth City.
The Fall[edit | edit source]
"The dimming of the sun at three in the afternoon. The sky turning the colour of rust. The horrible bang and the cloud of dust from the direction of Westminster. The tolling of the bells. The horseman who rode down the street, liveried in the garb of the palace, shouting: In her Majesty's Name, go indoors! And then the sky was full of bats."[10]
The Fall occurred in the afternoon with what could only have been described as a series of signs of the apocalypse: the sun dimming, the sky turning a deep red, a tremendous noise heard from the direction of Westminster. At least one royal cavalry officer was ordered to ride through the streets, warning civilians to go inside. Almost immediately afterward, the sky was swarmed by an unimaginable number of bats.[11]
As the citizens scrambled for safety, many rushed indoors; the homeless crowded into churches and under bridges.[12] Amidst the panic, the iconic symbols of London faltered, as Parliament and Elizabeth Tower were swallowed by the Thames.[13] London itself, as well as everything else the Thames touched[14] and the royal holding of Balmoral in Scotland, were dragged into the Neath.[15] The rest of England, along with a peculiar section of London spared by a technicality,[16] remained on the Surface.[17]
Aftermath[edit | edit source]
"London settles slowly into the influence of the Neath. The return of the dead, the articulacy of beasts, these will become more common."[18]
The casualties of the Fall were staggering. Many people disappeared, and only the bodies of a few were found.[19] Survivors found themselves beset by the symptoms of trauma,[20] and many locked themselves in their homes out of fear.[21] And of course, the Sun did not rise on London again.
It did not take long for the citizenry to begin encountering the strange phenomena of the Neath, like the impermanence of death,[22] the presence of Parabola behind mirrors,[23] and animals becoming sapient and able to speak.[22][24] Faces disappeared from corpses, stolen by creatures Londoners would later call Snuffers.[25] Streets twisted and shifted without reason,[26] and entire structures vanished[27] at the Masters' command,[28][29] all in an effort to cull the population to a more manageable size.[30] Mr Mirrors issued cryptic warnings of these supernatural happenings through London's dreams, but they did little to help.[31]
The first person to come back from the dead was a Jewish gentleman by the name of David Landau, who had the unfortunate distinction of also being Fallen London’s first murder victim. At first, his resurrection sparked awe,[32] with some in the Jewish community wondering if he could be the returned prophet Elijah or even the Messiah.[33] But when it became clear that returning from the dead was simply another property of the Neath, the excitement faded.[33]
A month after the Fall, on March 20,[34] virtually all of London's trees withered and died overnight,[35] for reasons that remain unknown but went beyond a simple lack of sunlight.[36] Food supplies dwindled and starvation took hold,[37] causing the populace to turn to eating pets, vermin,[38] and whatever strange beasts now lurked in the Thames.[39] Eventually the Masters began distributing food from their own stores, in a gesture of goodwill with manipulative implications.[40]
Mr Pages established the Ministry of Accounting and Recounting and began a census of London's current population.[41] The purpose of the census was to collate love stories for presentation to the Bazaar.[42]
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