Should I Read It?

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Stonegit Elmiss: It was still a debate as to whether the Haddock family wanted to pack themselves up and head to the festival. There was the matter of transporting kids, interest levels of each person there, and risk factors.
Stonegit knew Rhenco could be absent for months before making a move, and he couldn’t restrict the movement of the royal family for that long, nor would he. There were just some things that could never be controlled. Movement in and out of the safe house was a little more relaxed as the events of he and Blunt deliberately pissing the madman off faded further into the past. But moving back into the castle exclusively would still be an objectively bad idea. 
In any event, the guard stepped out for some fresh air. Things had been going well, but truth be told he missed his boyfriend. He had been away from him for weeks having to follow Egil around, and now he was off hosting a party drink wise. “Huh…for once you’re the overly busy one. I’ve wrong you.” He shook his head with a small smile as he took out a cigar, frowned at it, and then stuffed it into his pocket again. “I might be doing this too much…”
Yun Milae: “Are you having second thoughts, then?”
The voice came from beside and a decent height below him, and a hooded figure peered up at him, his cloak tented on his head by two pointed horns. He gave a long-suffering sigh and looked down at his hooves, where he held a white envelope. “I suppose I should do away with this, then. I would not want you to have a life that is too exciting for you.”
Stonegit: “Fuc-!” Stonegit hefted his ax and then sighed as he placed a hand over his heart. He shook his head. “Gods your ability to do that is my worst nightmare.”
He sobered when he saw the envelope, but didnt hesitate much taking it. He starred down at it, and then gave him a careful look. “I’ve heard of you…although this is our first meeting. I gave my task to a Juro…”
Milae: “We are acquainted,” he said mysteriously. He hadn’t flinched at Stonegit’s less than peaceful reaction to his appearance. “I suppose we are, as well, but not in this time. Either way, Juro could only do half the work needed to acquire something of this caliber.” He gave Stonegit a sober stare, with his animal eyes. “You ask for a lot, bodyguard.”
Stonegit: “Yeah…” Silence fell between them, and his fingers gripped the envelope a little. “So this it? The demons full name right?” He worked to keep his breathing even. “
Milae: “Shush.” Now Milae looked even more stern. “Yes, it is. But there are certain protocols you must follow if you want it to be useful. The letter will detail all of them to you, but the most important one is that you speak as little out loud as possible.” He reached out and pushed Stonegit’s weathered hand a little bit closer to his chest, as thought to make sure it stayed hidden from prying eyes. “What are you going to do with it? This is immense power that you cannot use alone.”
Stonegit: Stonegit lowered his voice. “I don’t wish to use it at all. I’ll be leaving it in safe hands and that’s it. This was a matter of making things right and ensuring a certain level of safety. But that’s all I can say in regards to that.”
He glanced around, and then he slid a thumb into the envelope, and slid out the letter to read the instructions Milae had spoken of.
Milae: Do not read this in the vicinity of anyone you would not trust with your life. If there is any suspicion of an untrustworthy demon in the area, whether you have finished reading this or not, burn it immediately. The risk would not be worth the havoc that would ensue if this fell into the wrong hands. The damage would not necessarily be irreversible, but the price paid would still be too high.
Do not skip ahead. This is essential information.
Archdemons are at an unusual stance of power, at least the ones that exist here in Aidorin. There are three–first, the Empress, the neutral entity, second, the chaotic Mother of most fiends and imps, and third, the final male figure with whom you have already consorted. What you must know is that the archdemons already know each other’s names. This is a well-guarded secret, and an agreement that they uphold to keep the balance. What you must also know is that this demon whose name you seek has an safeguard against sabotage from his sisters, and that is, in simple terms, a way to remove himself from any world where someone learns his name. The details are complicated, and I shall spare you them, but the meaning is the most important part. If someone learns his name, he no longer exists to them.
I have cheated this safeguard with my abilities, but it means that even though you now have his name, you cannot know it yet. You CANNOT read it, hear it, or understand it ahead of time in any way, or you will lose your chance to use it. There will be no damage done to this world if you do make this mistake, but there is also the possibility that it will spread to other timelines, and there is no predicting what could happen. 
All of that being said, the name is on the second page. Again, once you read it, he will immediately know, and he will cut himself off from you, so you must only read it when it is being used, and not a second earlier.
Good luck.
The second page of the letter was folded up and stamped with a wax seal and a few loops of red thread.
Stonegit: Stonegit took an excruciatingly long time to reach the letter, as he held it at different angles to accommodate his eyesight, and just by being a slow, and careful reader in general. When he finished he glanced at him with a smile. “Hey none of those words went over my head.” He paused when he noticed that Milae probably didnt care in the slightest and cleared his throat as he stuffed the letter away into his coat.
“I won’t lie…I know I made a fool of myself, but I was also made a fool in part by a demon…and that’s personal for many reasons. I wanted to read the name to both ensure its authenticity, and to show them that they tried to take advantage of the wrong human…but this will suffice. But you have to swear it’s the full and accurate name.”
Milae: “I have little reason to give you a false name,” Milae said, a bit grumpy at the thought. “Nobody gains anything from that. That being said, it will seem unusual, as it is short and fairly simple to pronounce. When your plan comes into being, you will have to trust that this the one. Besides, it is too dangerous to carry the name around in your head. You do not have any kind of Valhallan protection for your mind, as far as I am aware.”
He folded his arms, still looking bothered but also looking a little more meek. “Do be careful. That cost me a great amount of my essence being fed to an archdemon.”
Stonegit: “I won’t make the same mistake twice, or any like it…” Stonegit looked genuinely appreciative. “I hope I can make it worth your while considering your sacrifice. After I ensure safe delivery of this package, I’ll pay Juro with my stories for his part. But for now, I can tell you what I think you want to know…how to beat Rhenco, permanently.”
Milae: Milae’s attitude changed instantly; he dropped his hooves down to his sides and even halfway reached for the naginata on his back, gripping it loosely. His expression changed from airy and fussy to dangerously focused and intense. The fur on the back of his neck bristled and rose a bit, like the hackles of a dog, and a brief shimmer of light coursed down his forearm scars.
“What? How did you–no, no. Tell me. Now. I need to know.”
Stonegit: At the sight of him reaching for his weapon, Stonegit’s tightened around his ax. But he spoke evenly. “The concept is the same for when the Warden and I had to face the Valykire Dust. We had nothing that could kill her, so instead we targeted her power. We used a breaking rune, and when her power was broken, she could be killed.”
He kept his gaze on Milae’s. “Rhenco pools his entire power resource into reconstructing himself upon death. Its why it takes him days to prepare and do anything else. It’s also why he had to ward himself against demons, because they could have scrambled his mind and exposed everything.”
“If he’s an alchemist and sorcerer it means he’s bound by the laws of his spells and equivalent exchange. Red card was so potently dangerous, but as a balancer it was its own cure. He acts in ways that make people despise him, and fear him to the point of desperation. That way they only think to try and kill him, and not destrupt his power.”
Milae: “Then…” He fiddled with his staff idly, his mind working in overdrive to parse Stonegit’s words. “How do you suggest we break his power, then? I doubt he keeps something physical in some kind of storage. I can attempt to learn the art, and it will take little time in this timeline, but for me it may be multiple decades before I can master what he has learned.”
Stonegit: “Uhh…” Stonegit scratched his chin as he thought of a way to rephrase his words. “With Dust we just stabbed her with a stone knife carved with a ‘break’ rune. I’m sure there are disruption, or disenchanting spells. A demon could get into his head and mess stuff up if they found a way to get past that shield he enacted. But that’s something I have to talk to the Warden about…”
He paused in thought. “I don’t think this is about learning his art. I think its about hitting him with some kind of spell that will start a domino effect.”
Milae: “Hmm.” The staff clicked in its holster as it wiggled back and forth slightly. Milae pondered the ground in front of him, unseeing as he continued to think. “My options remain mostly the same for now…but I appreciate the insight,” he added. There was a pause as the sounds of the night filled the gap in their conversation. “I hope he does not trouble you too often. I haven’t gotten to speak with you in this timeline, yet.” He was used to significantly more unstable or militaristic Stonegits in his travels, and this one was quite different. 
Stonegit: “He’s troubled me often enough.” Stonegit answered. “But…it could definitely be worse. He’s harmed others far more than me…” He tilted his head. “Do I vary much between timelines? At least the majority of the time?”
Milae: “It…depends. Mostly on the state of the King,” Milae responded. “If everything goes smoothly, you are more or less the same, in differing intensities.” He hopped up on a short wall to rest his legs, using his staff to hold up to his body and in between his hooves. “If not…well, things change. Not necessarily for the better. But many things change when they do not go as well as the events of this timeline. It is not a reflection of who you are.”
Stonegit: “Maybe they aren’t.” Stonegit said as he watched him. “I realized a little late in life of the good I wanted to do for myself and others…but just as before, it could have been worse.”
He turned his head towards the direction of Hiligan. “And of course it would have to do with Haddock…I defined myself through him so strongly, even though he was the one that taught so much of how to find myself.”
Milae: “What do you do now, then?” The goat cocked his head to the side, his ears and fur waving slightly in a breeze that passed through the area. “You refused to let yourself fall into ruin after he passed. Why? What is at your core?” These were ordinarily questions he would ask in a separate timeline. But Milae’s caution had grown sparing over the past several decades–or, in relation to the rebellion, only a few months.
Stonegit: Stonegit huffed thoughtfully, and then looked in the direction of where he know, somewhere across the land, a great pile of bewilderbest ice and rubble resided.
“When my soul was restored…I was so quick to dismiss all that I had done. And yes…that, for once, was not my fault. But it did show what I could be. What was inside of me the whole time. Aftwr that, at my core…I realized I wanted to be good. To be a good person, and not like what my shredded soul had betrayed.”
He blinked heavily once. “And losing Haddock…” Stonegit trailed off, and then spoke again with great care, although Milae could see the tension in his neck. “I was devastated. I still…” he swallowed. “But thanks to Haddock, I found that I was more than my job. I found that I wanted to live, and do him honor in death, and honor those that I still love in life.”
He faced Milae. “But mostly. Its because I found that it is simply what I do. I journey on. Whether I went to hel and back. Whether I lost every friend I had. And in spite of the darkest days. I never resented myself more than the days I tried to give up, I never felt like less of myself. So no more… not in the face of anything.”
Milae: Milae sniffed softly and twisted his staff into the ground a little, making small puffs of dust drift away into the night. Maybe I was wrong about him.
"Stonegit, I would like to ask you something I do not often ask most people," he said, very focused on the other man's gaze. "In that I often do this without a person's knowledge or desire. But we find ourselves in a strange position." He hooked a hoof in one of his belts and fiddled with a loose strap. "Would you prefer I stay away from learning the lives of your other selves, both past and parallel? I use the timelines to learn people better than they know themselves, in order to help them. I have not done this for you yet. I get the sense that...that may not be something you want. But it comes down to you."
Stonegit: Stonegit stood quietly still as he listened to him. “Why would you give me the option to chose? And why would my preference alter how you normally conduct yourself?”
Milae: “Because I wanted to,” Milae said, simply and mysteriously. “I do not often get the chance to. I would, of course, still speak with the other Stonegits that exist, but the experience would be...considerably less intense and lengthy than I usually plan for.” He shrugged. “If it does not matter to you, then so be it. But like I said, you and I are in a strange struggle together. If you want the choice, it is given.”
Stonegit: “In that case my answer is fairly neutral.” Stonegit replied. “Me talking to you here in this time can’t be much different than talking to...well...me’s in other times. So do as you will.”
Milae: “Very well.” He hopped to his hooves, once again much shorter than Stonegit. “Then I will take my leave. But I do wish to ask who you intend to give my letter to. I plan to help keep it safe until it is used.”
Stonegit: Stonegit wanted to say...but at the same time. He had already made so many mistakes freely giving information. He didnt want to repeat it.
"For securities sake, I'll have to keep it to myself. Even if such a choice is minute in the larger scheme of things. However, I'll be taking care of this promptly. And I'll tell you then."
Milae: "I feel like you will not have to," he said with a small, short laugh. "What you will do will likely have an effect on my sphere of existence before it does for yours." A little more serious, he said, "I do not like it, bodyguard. But I will accept it without sabotaging you. Our deal is at rest."
Stonegit: Stonegit held out his hand for a shake. “I don’t know half of the things you do friend, especially about this kind of thing. But I think the results of this will be favorable even for you. I truly appreciate it.”
Milae: Milae clasped his hoof around Stonegit’s forearm, though it was rather small and light, and barely reached halfway around Stonegit’s trained muscles. “I certainly hope so. Achieving favorable outcomes is my life’s work.”
The half-breed’s neck suddenly jerked backwards slightly, and his eyes widened as they darted around, looking at anything but Stonegit. The bodyguard caught the briefest reflection in his round eyes, the glint of an out-of-control flame, even though there was no intense or direct lighting around them at the moment. He caught his breath, and his hoof tightened around Stonegit’s wrist, a briefly fearful gesture.
“I...” He reconnected with Stonegit’s gaze, looking serious again. “I must go. I’m sorry.”
Stonegit: Stonegit looked at him with some worry, but squeezed his hoof back with a nod. "Sure...travel well."
Milae: “Guard that name with everything you have.” Then he was gone.