Castle Schere

Home of The New Order of Beowulf and those under its protection. Similar to the Lost Academia in the respect that it intersects with Earth as a Secondary Domain, but is not truly a part of it.
==Ashes from Ashes==
While treatment for the children would be considered relatively minor, Inga had suffered tremendous damage to throat, heavy bruising across her entire body, and the most extensive injury to prove the most difficult if not impossible to fully heal is her crushed womb, and her shattered pelvic region in general, parts of her thighs and lower spine are severely damaged as well, with the pelvis almost completely shattered like glass. Due to the extents of these injuries, she has yet to wake.
"This one will take awhile to heal, even with the best of chirurgeons."
"A while or slow by your own standards?"
"Both. The best bet would be either to terminate her or methodically remove and and replace that which is destroyed."
"If the High Inquisitor deigned this person, regardless of their black stained history, worth saving, then we cannot terminate them."
"True enough, but this level of damage is..."
"Oh come off it. It just means a tad bit more work on your part, maybe an extra dollop of effort, but you can do it while we get the other preparations ready."
"Indeed, you've seen worse and dealt with it in kind. There is little need to get worked up over this when you've successfully restored near dead mounds of flesh to proper condition."
"Yes, I get it. If you would leave my space while I begin my work, that would be most helpful."
One of the children is noticed pressed up against her mother's side, despite having originally been kept in another room entirely, it is also noted to be slightly different from the others, while most of the hair is pink, the hair growing from the back of the head is distinctly golden blonde. However everything else, except for her tiny size compared to her sister and two brothers, is the same, including the distinct pink eyes of the family.
The child seems to unusually focus directly on the two speaking and squeezes herself tight against her mother, seemingly wanting to be left with her.
"Hm, a little one..."
"From your tone, you don't seem to mind them being here."
"In the room, no, but against the patient is a different matter entirely."
"You aren't moving to remove them?"
"I'd imagine that this particular child understands that they need to move, else nothing good will come of it."
"And why is that?"
"You learn these things when you do this on a day to day basis."
The child seems to slowly inch away from her mother, pausing when it reaches the edge of the bed.
"Further and I can begin my work."
"Any further and they'll be on the ground."
"No, there is a cradle programmed for such cases here."
"Ah. We'll be on our way then."
The child seems to stare intently at the drop, before seemingly appearing on the floor as if she was always there.
"Tsk, the cradle would have been more sanitary, but if that is your desire, so be it."
Various liquids begin to float around the room, some combining into solids, others rapidly evaporating.
"This should be enough."
The child makes its way to said cradle after a time and rests with its brethren, exhausted. Nearby Inga is a large bound tome which seems to glow with green runes, which seems to glow aggressively if disturbed, but has bothered none who have left their curiosity in their proper place. It keeps itself well away from anyone besides Inga.
Such a risk, but the High Inquisitor knows best in these situations... At least, when the Grand Inquisitor spares reprimand.
The liquids surround the room while the solids organize themselves into small masses. The gas produced dissipates over the room, generating a warm yet chilly sensation as the liquids connect to Inga while the solids shift and change shapes.
A slight wheeze is heard as she exhales, croaking as she inhales, then is silent.
Beginning bone and organ tissue replacement...
The liquid seeps through Inga's skin slowly, the solids liquefying to merge with the already moving liquids.
She seems to cough heavily in response, the tome unbinds itself and numerous small green symbols float about her head, before she untenses and her coughing settles into quiet rasps.
Damage to ocular region detected... But that is of little consequence at the present. Not compared to recreating muscle fibers and replacing ruptured organs.
The tome appears to be providing specific life support such as oxygen and nutrients autonomously, changing its sigils as the situation demands, it seems to have stabilized her but nothing more.
Useless olde world magicks, not worth the time or effort to use at this point... And, tissue fully restored along with muscle fibers. Bones will take another two ours, but tose can simply be left to mend while I take care of other business.
The runes on the tome seem to glow fire red as it seems to 'look' in his direction, it opens and pages whirl for a moment, strange noises are heard akin to a dark form of speech, before it returns to a emerald color and hovers directly over Inga, now radiating a sphere of green light which completely envelopes her. It appears to realign and overall mend most bones over the course of a few minutes. After it completes its task, it seems to transform in a blaze of emerald fire into a staff which hovers above Inga with a white ivory color.
Inga seems to be closer to the realm of consciousness after this occurs.
Aye, useless olde world magicks. There's a reason we Inquisitors simply ignore the stuff.
"The High Inquisitor will like a report at this point. May as well get that written."
One could almost hear the faintest of laughs squeeze from the unconscious witch's lips.
An indeterminate amount of time passes before voices can be heard once more.
"...Implying the Crusader Drive would bond to an unfit vessel."
"If its restrictions and parameters were lowered, it could work."
"The current parameters are the lowest they can be and only two-percent of all Great Knights can use it without overexerting themselves. If lowered any further, it'd be as if you strapped them with extra dead-weight."
"But all of the..."
Unlike before, upon approaching it is clear that Inga is awake, sitting up, and though her eyes unseeing and glazed, she is looking directly in the direction of the speakers. A faint shimmering can be seen about her, as if the vague shadow of a witch's hat and armor are superimposed on her. She remains silent, but her aura carries a strong hint of distrust.
"Ah, she's awake. The Inquisitor of Land should be informed of this."
"Aye, they should be with the High Inquisitor at the present. I'll inform them."
A flaming emerald eye appears next to her, appearing to be looking for something, her eyes are shade of green. While it briefly looks in their direction, it seems more preoccupied with another matter, busily looking for something else in the room.
Not much later, heavy footsteps echo from afar, denoting an armored figure- or a person of considerable weight. It doesn't take long for Inga and everyone else in the immediate area to feel a passive, yet great pressure coming from the person en route.
The shadow begins to intensify to where it is predominant and has gained a faint green hue with licking flames coming off of it. While a form of magic, it possesses unusual qualities. Another eye has appeared, focused on the doorway while the other one seems to locate the children, and makes a sonar like noise before disappearing.
"So the witch is indeed awake," says a soft, metallic voice. The passive pressure seems to swell with each word. "Why have you shown her no hospitality?"
"With all due respect ser, she-"
"Is our guest until further notice. Should that change, it will be dealt with then," chides the owner of the voice, "Until then, treat her as you would your kin."
"A-aye..."
The eye trained on the doorway now focuses on the newcomer. Meanwhile Inga blinks very slowly, then speaks.
"Answer my question, and you will truthfully answer, lest ruin come to you." She says simply and continues on in a matter of fact manner, "So I would ponder this question before you answer: What has been seen in the Dread Witch's heart that somehow compels the Order of Beowulf to spare her life and convinces them of it? I do not see it. Do not sell me an answer of simple charity, it doth not exist, nor speak of innate goodness, for everyone's good intentions are subverted by the desire to use another to gain something else."
"Because leaving three children motherless would have been cruel, simple as that, witch. Otherwise, why save someone who, by all means, would be a target of the inquisition? Rest assured, we have no intentions of using you- nor do we need you- but I imagine the more special of your three children does require you for something. You were spared the blade for that reason only, and that reason alone. Should you take issue with that, you may face the blade or disappear and never be heard from again," The soft spoken figure says coldly, hardly phased by the threat. "Look not a gift horse in the mouth, else you'll find yourself lacking in comparison to those bearing the gift."
"..." She is silent for a moment, eyes closed. "So that is what you based your decision on, and nothing else..." The shadow ceases to flame, and now merely blankets her like a dark mist.
"Despite everything, the determining factor was if I carried them or removed them..." She mutters briefly before opening her eyes.
"While my initial impressions were wrong, you still are exactly what I imagined... ...a platform for man to stand upon and proclaim his goodness and his justice and never questioning who is the monster and who is the knight."
The shadow dissipates utterly and she makes her way to the cradle without another word. The world never changes. It will always see me for what it turned me into, not what I was. ...I don't even remember what I was like before... ...has it been so long?
She mulls as she surveys the children with the help of the orb.
"Were it not for your collection of souls to fuel a certain ability, there would be less of an issue with you. You have been stained black, by the world you say, but that in itself is a result of your ultimate choice, not a simple driving force, witch. Some of us once walked a similar path, but therein was a choice to continue and another to turn over a new leaf under the eyes of one who believes in second, third and fourth chances." The soft-spoken figure is utterly indifferent. "And, no, man is as much a monster as beast can be, whether it be in his 'holy crusades' or the anarchy caused by the differences in his beliefs. The difference between us and them is that, we care not for man or beast when deciding who shall be hunted, not a one-sided crusade against those who are different in race or ideals alone. But enough of that talk, it appears that you are indeed in good condition, so I need not bother with you until a later time frame."
"If you're aware of my ability, then you should have even the slightest comprehension of what it means for humanity when causality can be altered if not totally overruled. You saved a black hearted witch who happened to bear four children. But who saved the child who fell from a skyscraper and lived, who was then desired by the whole world as a military weapon to annihilate their enemy? No one, save herself. No, she was doomed to a life of murder and torment, and forced to watch as her heart first turned to ice and then to emptiness when it was her only escape from a living hell and the possibility of causality being in the hands of mankind.
There was no Order of Beowulf to rescue her when she was forced to run from home and kill others just to survive. No Templars or knights in shining armor when over eight hundred years pasted and the girl now a monster returned home to find her mother's grave, only to be landed with the fate of being a weapon once more looming upon her shoulders. 
No, Inquistor. There is no justice. Not from man, or myth." She says this in an empty tone, her voice carrying the eight hundred years of her empty life.
She strokes one of the children's cheeks. "Not when four more threats to this world exist, yet they were spared because her mother could not kill them, knowing she would just become like the rest of the World by doing so, and rob children of their mother. They at least, can have a childhood. Mine was taken forever. I can't even remember it anymore, or if I even had one before my endless exodus."
The soft-spoken figure sighs. "Eight hundred years ago, there you would have been burned at the stake. Six hundred years ago, your flesh would have been flayed from your bones. four hundred years ago, a cursed sword would have been driven through your heart. Two hundred years ago, you would've been weaponized to fight in a great and bloody war. One hundred and fifty years ago, you would have been imprisoned in a mobius cube. One hundred years ago, your soul would have been extracted from your body and placed in a lifeless doll. seventy-five years ago, you would have been caught in a bloody war and sealed within the moon's shadow. forty years ago, you would have been dissolved and distilled into a replicable solution to fuel a super weapon. Fifteen years ago, you would have simply been observed until you became a threat, after which you would have been torn apart by the Hounds. Only in the past ten ears, would you ave been given a chance to live a more earnest life, a proper life, because the last seeds of conflict have finally been removed. You may not believe in justice, witch, but to those who would carry that flame within their heart, it is their guiding, blinding light, just as your emptiness blinds you. Unfortunately, the unenlightened rarely see this and continue along their path, unable to see that chances aren't as abundant as one would think- not the meaningful ones, at least." With that, the soft-spoken figure leaves, the pressure following them as they do.
"Congratulations, you made one of the few people who advocated for your life upset," speaks another person. "If not for him, you'd be that yellow bastard's plaything or a rotting corpse at this point. And before you say anything, witch, know that your speech of an empty life means absolutely nothing to him or us. Emptiness is nice compared to the hell we five went through. Now get some rest, lest the new biological material holding you together start rejecting you as a host." This person sounds far more spiteful as they stalk off to a place unknown.
Inga 'watches' them depart, then after briefly looking after the children, retires to her bed, while she does not truly sleep, her consciousness leaves her body to commune with one from another plane, her body long ago already laden with many wards and trigger spells to alert her of developments.
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"I don't understand why you'd save her of all people, even now!"
"I have my reasons. Even if ending her life would have been the easier route, it is not the route I would take."
"Cryptic nonsense again... You know I wouldn't have even touched her if it weren't a direct order from you."
"Which is why I ordered you to do so. I am not entirely pleased that you did not fully restore her as you were instructed to, however."
"She doesn't need sight or taste or anything of the like."
"You know exactly what I mean."
"...If I didn't cut her down to size in some way, I'd be willing to bet that she'd have attacked our trainees, our squires."
"You forget, you were once similar to what you predict."
"Don't bring that up."
"Ah, but you are allowed to behave as such? Truly, you haven't changed."
"Just because you rank higher than I do, it doesn't me-"
"You forget your place. I believe that, given time, she will attain peace, as we did."
"As you did. The rest of us may no longer be simple beings anymore, but you are the only one who has reached that peace you refer to. Or did you forget that in your old age?"
"We speak of entirely different things. I refer to peace of mind and heart, you refer to tranquility, lucidity and ultimately, the origin of all things, zero."
"There you go again..."
"Lord Inquisitors," called a voice.
"Yes, sir Knight?"
"We have reason to believe that one of our own is a spy for the Erthsgard, sir!"
"Oh? Do explain."
"You recall the incidents where several squires claimed to have spotted a figure perched on one of the castle towers, yes? Recently, those squires have been turning up injured by a lacerating blade of sorts or under some sort of delirium."
"I see. Carry on as you would normally, but make sure that the squires are kept supervised and that the few who were attacked are treated with the utmost priority. Land, if you would?"
"Aye, can't have any of the children croak. Lead me their way."
"Yes milord!"
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"Hm, the biological matter is bonding rather easily with her."
"What do you expect from the person who literally does this and more every other day, an accident?"
"Knowing their temper, an accident of the purposeful sort."
"As if the High Inquisitor would allow that. After all, he does know them best. I'm much more worried about the current mind outta body thing happening here."
"Oh? But couldn't you stop that?"
"Aye, but until I'm certain harm is being done I'll just remain... alert."
Whatever transmission she is delivering, it is spoken in a tongue of unnatural origins, making the context of her endeavor unknown until she abruptly switches to an understandable wavelength.
And while I would like to see such a world realized, it is not within my power any longer, and even if sight returned to me, Oub'oturo, fate has given me... ...other directives. You already have the resources to enable your endeavor to its conclusion. Consider our ties terminated. 
Unideed, Oub'oturo uwil ventri thy tranciev.
Inga's consciousness returns to her body, and she begins to enter a light sleep soon after.
"Hm..."
"You caught something?"
"Aye, but nothing worth reporting yet... And she's finally resting."
"I see. I wonder if the preparations on Wave's end are complete."
"Knowing her, they were complete before she got on Land's case."
"That's accurate, I won't lie."
"Indeed, Alchymia."
"Oh right, you can sense stuff like that. I forget that you have trivial abilities like that, Dust."
"Trivial? Perhaps it is at the present, but the future may deem it otherwise."
"And now you sound like the High Inquisitor again."
"To you."
She sleeps for a few hours before finally stirring once more, though faintly. After a while of laying down, she sits up slowly and manifests a book of some description, and busies herself in reading.
Inga feels a glancing presence for a moment.
"Hm, you're almost fully stable. Half a day at most before you can move relatively on your feet."
And with that, the presence is gone.
Inga pauses for a moment.
Ignoring the fact I'm more humoring them rather than incapable of settling that issue on the spot...
She glances through the pages of her book. They probably don't realize I spared them the mercy of being slaughtered by him... ...hmm, perhaps I am a bit softer than usual. Can't let that stay a habit. That's what got me into this situation to begin with.
"Origin." She intones, as a pressure burst releases from the book, dissolving it in pink light which engulfs her, restoring her body and usual functions to its primary condition prior to her injuries.
"That's better. ...No, wait. Still cannot see. It was supposed to... ...unless my vision was just terrible from the beginning, and my Causality... ...that would make sense. My earliest memories always were blurry but I attributed them to the time..."
She smiles. "You learn something every day, was it?" She soon grimaces as her vision begins to go black.
"I forgot about that." She faints from the energy toll.
"Hm... If she grows violent, you may have to suppress her, Dust."
"Easier said than done, my Heritage is unstable still."
"And she's not at full capacity. It's an even match, so to speak."
She doesn't take long to awaken, only an hour or so. When she does, she doesn't initially move.
"System Check," She intones, and a circuit like blue light runs across her body before fading. "...Despite low spiritual output from Overuse... ...functional."
She lets out a soft sigh. "If I didn't have the environmental energy take most of the hit, I'd have been finished..." She looks around briefly.
"Quit whispering about, I know you're watching and your location. For that matter, I have no interest in you lot. Your trainees have insufficient souls, there wouldn't even be a point in slaughter. For the record, you vastly underestimate my prowess with magic, and in most normal cases, you'd find that in a day, much like any who have threatened me, there would be no Order left. This is not normal cases, however.
I'll also point out briefly I took your mercy and aid into consideration last night when I told my colleague to not annihilate the entire order, so we are either even or you in fact owe me. Said debt could be repaid by not fearing my very presence, as I have no desire to put myself and children at risk. The only people who will be injured or face death are the ones who draw their blades. That being said, practice keeping your swords and weapons where they belong, sheathed, and no harm will come to any.
So relax." Her tone carries minor tones of anger and annoyance, before sitting up and pulling out a book, this time purely for recreational purposes.
She hears raucous laughter from afar.
"Believe me when I say our order is a bit harder to handle than you would think. Alas, our job is to monitor you and make sure that you get optimal treatment from Land, but that's a different topic. Should you attempt to harm those... children, we'd be forced to act, just as we would should you deign to attack us or our leader. So why don't you relax, it's far less of a hassle than being stressed."
"Oh, the High Inquisitor may be coming by again."
"I will not dignify a response, as once again your organization proves wet behind the ears and incapable of understanding the most plain of speech."
She closes her eyes. "What nonsense. Such insecurity and paranoia, ill befitting of such an organization." There is a strange pop, and their words cease to reach her, telepathic or otherwise.
"Congratulations, she muted us."
"Ah well, her loss. It's unfortunate that she didn't realize that she's being used to lure out a traitor."
"Indeed. Once that's over, the High Inquisitor may send her on her way."
"I fancy that he only has her here for that, and that he'll port her elsewhere soon after, mayhaps to the past."
"Imagine for a moment, that every sound denoted the future, every touch told ancient stories of creation and destruction, and every glimpse of a person told you unbound prophecies of great fortune, emptiness, or total, absolute ruin. What if you could be a person, know everything about them, based on the briefest of interactions? What would such a world be like? What things could you see? What people could you save, what marvels of advancement could you create?"
Inga says, if she is addressing them, it is unclear.
"To know is to suffer in silence, for the future and past may not be changed, not by the unsanctioned many's hands."
"..." Inga is silent.
"I have little patience, Inquisitor. Speak your real mind, not your poorly veiled disguise. For the record, this was a punishment you two. The next time you fail to understand the most basic of expressions and intentions, you will not be forgiven."
A loud pop is heard, and they can be heard once more. "A curse of melding flesh to sew your mouths would be far more fitting a fate for such empty minded beings. Be grateful for my mercy." Her eyes are a faint shade of red.
"What do you need from me? I wish to attend to my children and eat."
The echo of heavy footsteps signals her coming answer. "And you yourself know best? Rubbish. I came to inform you that the situation briefly changed, but nothing more. In addition, you may try to place a curse, but you'll find that will be rather ineffective, witch." The footsteps then grow distant.
"And you want to keep her around why?"
"Because, her being here makes luring out the Erthsgard agent more clean and because I've yet to find a nicer place to send her so that she may live in peace. I may have to create one, but that has yet to be seen."
Inga's eyes are closed. "I do not appreciate liars. Nor will I aid liars or those seeking to use me." She summons the children to her side and is silent as she engages with them.
"I am also terribly hungry. Unless you intend to eventually kill me via gradual starvation."
"It isn't the appointed time for food to be served."
"Indeed, another two hours before the kitchen work is done."
"I have not eaten in days."
She glances at her children, her expression momentarily softened at their presence.
"Regardless, you must still wait until there is food to serve."
Inga's face hardens in response to hearing their voice. I am really starting to lose my tolerance with these individuals. They know next to nothing about me, and clearly let alone why I was called Dread Witch in the first place. Too many made the mistake of believing divine instruments or tools against magi could protect them from me... 
Inga sighs. "Mortal beings are such stressful creatures..." She resigns herself to occupying the children's attention, lest their own hunger cause a ruckus.
"I'm under the impression she misunderstands."
"Aye, not that's it is very important... Hm, no signs of the preparations being done, but at least the seasoning is done."
"Ah well, time to go back to making sure the trainees are properly studying."
"Indeed. I'll make sure nothing untoward is directed towards the visitor from Land."
Before long, Inga has collapsed into her bed, with her children clinging and crawling about her. Only the youngest is relaxing, cuddled against her. She is also the most developed out of the four, despite her age difference.
The three other children are showing signs of discontent and are on the verge of crying. Inga lightly sits up and tries to keep them distracted longer.
One starts to audibly cry, and Inga shushes the child quietly, stroking his head.
The others eventually begin clamoring, and Inga sighs, and begins trying to feed them.
I don't believe I'll have enough until after I've had a decent meal...
She grimaces. They'd better hurry.
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"Hm, I need a new set of armor soon."
"Already? Didn't you just get a new set?"
"Indeed, however this one has a leak. A small leak, but enough of one to prove troublesome."
"...I'll let the Forgelord of Life know."
"Very good. It would be ill-suited for miasma to be released here."
"You and the High Inquisitor share that issue."
"I am aware. For him, it's a sign of his past. For myself, it's a sign of something soon to come..."
"Indeed it is Wave. To think that you, too, would awaken within this life time."
"You give me too much credit, Lady Alma. I just followed in his footsteps, not unlike my sister."
"But unlike her, you aren't helping a near madman pursue revenge."
"Aye, but that is the path that she chose and it isn't my duty to stop her unless she breaks the Covenant."
"Ah yes, your oath. You and the High Inquisitor both made different oaths, is that correct?"
"Aye, his oath and mine differ, but as you know we are unable to discuss the details of them."
"I remember... Let us change the topic. Are your preparations complete?"
"They have been as of the past twelve hours."
"Quite swift."
"I believe in getting the jobs assigned to me done with minimal delay."
"Ah, of course."
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Inga begins murmuring incantations, faint symbols comprised of the space around her itself flicker in and out of view in a circle as she chants, only ceasing when a pale glow covers the children and they return to sleep. She then reminiscences, an occurrence rare for the witch, but what remains unclear, as her protective measures and defenses bar access to her mind. She remains this way for a great period of time, almost tuning out completely outside disturbance.
----
The High Inquisitor looks down from a spire of the castle. Below him lies a sea of clouds, but with a whisk of his hand the clouds to him become transparent, revealing the courtyard far below. A faint amber glow burns under his helm as he takes a closer look at the courtyard, its details clear as day to him. He watches as several cloaked figures emerge from the shadows and make their way towards the medical ward, steam slowly escaping the helm's grill.
"So the rats take the bait."
He makes a simple gesture and a transparent globe forms from the air near him. "Bring supper to our guest. She and her children have waited long enough. Inform Land of pests en route."
The globe winks out.
Inga meanwhile has largely remained motionless, though a black mist hovers in her vicinity as her children have once again begun to mewl in hunger, the sound greatly agitating the tired mother.
"Oi, wake up," an irritated voice Inga has come to recognize as Land's snaps. "Food's here." As he says this the smell of freshly cooked meat and vegetables wafts into the room along with a cold, tangy scent and a warm herbal scent.
"...I'm not asleep." Inga says, movement coming to her limbs subtly. After a moment...
"...I can't see my food."
"Can't see?" Land doesn't seem bothered. "Hm. Sight would be important I imagine. One moment." There's a loud bang followed by a cry of sorts claiming to be after the witch and then a shriek a room over. A few more surprised yells follow and then the other room goes quiet. "Tell you what, I'll make you some glasses, but you'll have to apologize to the High Inquisitor first." Land seems nonplussed by the sounds from before.
"Depending on what you want me to apologize for, I will either readily accept or immediately refuse. You have your code, and surprisingly, I have mine." Inga says indifferently.
"Mainly acting as if he's your enemy when he was the one who rescued you and your children, essentially decreed you a guest rather than below a Serf, had you healed and was straight with you. Dunno if you realize it but your life was in his hands. Still is really, but he doesn't renege on promises without informing the other party," Land intones. "It's a matter of respect really. He doesn't care because he expects as such, but I care just a bit. So it's an easy trade: glasses for two words that won't cost you much if anything."
"I won't refuse on the grounds of disrespect to hosts. Bare in mind, that until the High Inquisitor said as much, for all I knew, at that point, I was in the hands of my enemy. And I was powerless. I haven't felt that way in eight hundred years, and I ran from my days on Earth because of both those who tried to use me, and those who looked upon me from afar and judged my worth to be a monster."
Inga straightens up. "I've made my point clear though. I already said my peace, and my view was discarded. If he is listening, then I apologize for my actions based on hysteria in a moment of weakness. I will not change for you, but as I have done thus far, I will heed your council and do what you whim - to an extent. That is as far as I will bend." Inga had looked in the direction of Land's voice while speaking, and looks away after finishing.
"If he is not able to hear me, then I will repeat myself if that is required."
"No need," Land says as a hard object falls into Inga's lap.
"...?" Inga reaches out for it, fumbling a bit.
Some fumbling indicates the plastic arm of a pair of glasses.
She tries her best to secure them onto her head, with trouble, though once she opens her eyes, she recoils from an increased sensitivity to light, and has to spend some time naturalizing herself to the sharpened vision. When she is finally able to stand the light, she slowly removes her hands from her face to observe her surroundings.
She notes that she's in a simple room devoid of furniture aside from a bed, a tray with a plate of food, a cup of tea and a bowl of yogurt, a playpen of sorts and a cradle. Standing at the far side of the room, with a fitting look of disdain, is a child no older than ten in appearance with long red hair near reaching the floor tied back in a ponytail with two bangs framing his face, piercing blue eyes with a minor green tint with bags so heavy one might infer they never sleep wearing a pristine labcoat over black slacks and a white top. He's holding a clipboard in hand. "Better?"
"..." Inga is observing him, not processing what she is seeing. "...I know that I picked up on your being young... ...but I didn't think this is what my senses meant. ...Right. Yes, better. ..." It takes her a moment to say the next phrase...
"...Thank you." She says, as though unused to the phrase. She brings her attention to the food, and slowly begins to eat.
I'll keep any other commentary to myself... In any case, he appears to be a stickler for manners... ...That'll be difficult. The last time I said 'sorry', barring just now... .......was what I told Mother while she slept.... Her expression carries no indication of her inner thoughts, as she silently eats and recollects.
"You're welcome," he huffs then turns to leave. "Don't hesitate to pipe up if you need anything. My job, until further notice is to keep you safe. Call me on a whim and I'm not liable to listen." And with that Land exits the room.
"..." She continues to eat her food, and then after some time, she beings to nurse the hungry children, who are by this point more than grateful to eat. She then spends some time comforting them, as after the loud noises, were fairly rattled.
She doesn't speak or do much during this time, but regards the children with an uncertain look.
There are a few muffled cries a room or so down that gradually fall silent.
Inga takes note, but is unreactant for the most part, choosing to continue looking at her surroundings, still unused to her vision.
I can't remember how long it's been since... I could see the world without all of its mysteries handed to me, and just seeing the world for... ...what it is. ...It feels... ...nostalgic?
"Land can be nice from time to time," Dust says, surprisingly right next to her. Clad in full plate barring a helm, the young man has shockingly green hair and equally green eyes. He looks to be in his late teens to early twenties. The odd thing is he's made no sound the entire time. "Oh right, should explain. I'm 'immune' to walls and such so sometimes I accidentally walk into walls and out of others."
"Things like that would not bother me." Inga responds quietly, as though not remotely surprised this was the case. "When I was little, I fell from a skyscraper. I should have died, except for the part where I dizzily stood up, got home, and proceeded to fall into a coma for the rest of the year. That is when my Causality awakened, and the Witch that sits before you began to be born."
"Fair enough. Good to see that you're doing well at least," Dust says. "Allegedly I just divide things by zero or manipulate large scale probability, but I prefer being 'immune to walls'. Easier to say, easier to think about."
"I will accept 'well' as a definition for how I am doing. Earlier I was tempted to see if I could amplify the range of crying infants to such an extent that all in the area would share in my frustrations, but food came before I lost patience, so 'well' summarizes my mood." Inga says simply. She eyes one of the children about to crawl off the bed and without changing expression, grabs them and puts them in her lap, an unreadable expression on her face as the child fidgets there.
"You aren't sure what to do with them," Dust remarks. "But you would see them safe."
"...Correct. The thought occurred to me to simply rid myself of their existences while they swelled within my womb. I considered them, like me, merely threats to the greater picture of things. If captured, they could wield terrible power for those who do not understand it. ...I thought of Mother as well. I don't understand why I didn't do it. What prevented me from carrying it out..." She trails off.
"...Perhaps it is simple as a mother wolf protecting cubs, following their natural instinct..." Despite what she says, it doesn't seem like an answer, but confusion, attempting to rationalize something she doesn't understand. "...Is this what feeling is?"
"Probably familial love," Dust says. " You imagine that them living could result in disaster and yet you would spare them the figurative sword and protect them. Seems like maternal love and instinct rolled into one."
"...I assume from the occasional ruckus, that the purge of your guests is continuing as expected." Inga says, picking up the child as it begins fussing, which seems to sate their need for attention for the moment.
"Land is probably interrogating them. Something something meat popsicles." Dust shrugs.
Inga doesn't say anything, but Dust notices something odd, she notes that Inga's eyes have very little of their original pink, and have dulled into a hazy dark grey, with only a faint ring of pink toward the pupils, though thinking back on it, the color had seemed to be growing more and more dull over the passing days, but Dust hadn't really noticed the color also shrinking in prominence like this either.
"Hm. Well yell at Land as needed, need to check up on my trainees." And like that Dust just seems to pop.
Inga after a while, begins to nap, with the children all slumbering adjacent to her.
Inga perceives in a dream, a vague smoky figure, gaunt and seemingly leeching the light of the stars themselves as it grows, looming over Earth and the remains of Echo, with the former greying and its surface turning to dust. In its eye sockets, two women are embedded, glowing with red light, seemingly serving as 'eyes'.
When Inga wakes, she seems to remain silent, observing her children, before silently reaching out to the outsider she had made encrypted contact with before, and making use of a similar but alternative encryption, the message is faster, and seemingly frantic, as if hurried in composition and in urgency. Once she has finished, she quietly observes the children, before quietly attempting to 'play', mostly in the form of awkward attempts at tickling.
After some time, she falls silent and takes no further actions.
Eien... from that encounter, I'd say he had slipped further along that course... and judging by what happened afterwards... ...the Joining of the Mother and Muru will take place within the next few months. In addition, if his leader made such a move, then the rest of them will not be far behind. And that vision... what I sensed... indeed, things are moving quickly, much more quickly than anyone realizes. Before they know it... 
...What do I care... if they cannot see the obvious rising danger, then they are all fools, doomed from the start. While they have been nipping at tiny fleas, the true threat is on the verge of making itself known. Alpha has been busy. Becoming more desperate. It's close now... it'll find that soon.
Inga closes her eyes. No good will come from any of this.
"I assume you have some reason to disturb me," Inga says, alerted by unseen forces and her eyes opened.
"The Master Inquisitor wanted to ensure your health," a masked figure states. "Were you not we were directed to move you and any other person save for the Exiles to the medical bay."
"I am fine. The children are accounted for as well." Inga says indifferently.
"If you are certain, we shall pass that message along." The masked figure vanishes.
I was almost certain that blame would have been assigned to me, knowing that one... Inga silently ‘observes‘ the situation as it develops.
Inga silently takes out a tome with many handwritten notes. It's been a while since I finished my observations of that realm... it's too bad that people were too busy trying to kill me to notice what I was observing. After all, I was the one who let Oub'oturo in on that particular issue. Not like I never attempted to leave subtle hints, but no one would listen to a Dread Witch.
Maybe I'll let them borrow this if they ask nicely...
Inga quietly desummons the tome. Knowing that red head, it'll never happen. Still, might make for some amusement. 
Inga spends some time stretching her muscles, and putting the children to bed.
"...So they don't understand, after all. Perhaps I will give them a hint." Inga claps her hands, and a brief flicker of power emits from her.
----
"Run that by me again," Land says, voice devoid of emotion as he looks at what appears to be a mound of pulsating meat held up by strange yellow fibers. A vague human mouth can be made out, whimpering an answer. Land's eyes narrow and the mound begins to expand and protrude boney ridges and spines, the mound screaming as it does. "Try again. I know that you're the head of this little incursion, Hilde, and I'm thoroughly disappointed in you. Especially when I was perhaps a day away from recruiting you to the Pneuma division, no less."
The mound whimpers a response as Land circles it, glancing at the inert forms of five other humanoid beings, each breathing in a labored manner. "If you answer this question, I'll let you go and return you to your original form, Hilde. You'd be stripped of your rank and your knowledge of this place burned away, but you'd be able to live outside. Try my patience more and you may remain as you are now until your expire naturally in a few hundred years. So it's your choice really; Tell me who informed you of this place or stay silent." Land waits for several moments then sighs. "Silence it is. I hope you enjoy your new life, Hilde."
As he walks away he hears a weak cry.
"W-wait... I-i-ill talk, Ma-master Inq-ui-iiis-tor! Pl-please!"
"Very well," he nods, eyes sharpening as his irises fade to a toxic yellow. "Tell me everything you know and spare no detail..."
The mound of flesh jumbles out words as Land glares at it. Much of it seems to be the mad babble of a fraying mind but a few things stick out to him.
"So the Moon's Shadow would stir and attempt to strike. How foolish," he says, eyes narrowing. He stares at the mound and it begins to quiver violently before bubbling and deforming, a horrific shriek issuing forth from it as thin yellow needles form in the air and stab at it, methodically and carefully picking it apart as flesh colored foam and yellow bubbles spew from it, the shriek muffled into a gurgle as the entire mound becomes engulfed in the foam and bubbles, needles still picking at it until the gurgle ceases as well, an inert human form left in the middle of the bubbles and foam, which soin decay.
"Be glad, Hilde," Land says to the unconscious form as he leaves the chamber, "Your memory of this place are gone, but your punishment will haunt you until you die."
Land walks up a set of stairs, passing a few Squires. "There are a few Exiles that need to be clothed and taken out-" And then everything shakes and the Squires begin to glow and shake. They soon fall to their knees and begin to mutate as mismatches of scales and fur grow from beneath their skin outward. Screams and shouts echo from throughout the castle as a yellow glow sets in, though Land begins to glow violet and dispel the glow. Soon emerald, crimson, indigo, gold and ashen grey auras intermingle with the violet aura from across the castle grounds and the yellow aura fades. The two Squires gradually begin to return to normal, though their appearance is haggard at best. Land narrows his eyes. "To the medical bay. Now." He snaps and five masked figures appear. He directs one to Inga's room while he directs the others to begin aiding others.
One returns to him shortly thereafter. "Your guest is accommodated, Master Inquisitor."
"Good, contact the others if you haven't. I take it we're about to have a big meeting."
"As you command."
Minutes after the masked figure vanishes does another appear.
"Master Inquisitor, you are being summoned."
"Expected. I want a fully compiled status report when I return."
"As you command." Land shakes his head and vanishes in a cloud of vapour, reconstituting himself in a room where Dust and three others wait.
"Took your time, Land," Dust shrugs.
"Called collecting information from unwilling parties. Takes time," he returns. "The Moon's Shadow is active."
"Joy," sighs a caramel haired woman with long and curly locks of hair clad in billowing robes. "First some calamity strikes the Earth and its harmonic, splashing at us and now that lunatic is mucking about?"
"Aye, Alchymia," Land nods, finding a seat. He looks over to the two figures clad head to toe in armor. "Our guest is fine."
"Good," the shorter of the two nods.
"Our best bet in regards to Earth and its harmonic, on a larger scale is to let them sort themselves out," Dust proposes. "The time it would take to gather proper information regarding the larger issue would be too long, even if we set our resources to solely handling such. It would be better to launch relief measures across Earth, whether that be rebuilding cities or providing food."
"Seconded," Alchymia says, "Though I doubt much of the populus will accept the aid of people from a flying castle or knights. We may need to resort to more covert operations."
"You could just say you want me to go and fix things," Land states. "Wave and the old man can't leave the castle, Dust would likely break more than he could fix and you'd need a large amount of time to get things done effectively, Alchymia."
"This is not incorrect," the shorter of the fully armored figures says. "You would be our best bet but you look like a child Land. You'd need an escort, both for safety and appearances."
"You know good and well I can handle myself," Land returns. "Besides, I could take a Mask or two."
"Denied," the taller of the armored figures says. "The Masks are unerringly loyal to us Inquisitors and that works against your goal if a 'child' is called 'Master Inquisitor' by adults."
"And what would you suggest then, old man?"
"I would accompany you," the last figure says, a young woman in her twenties with blonde hair and grey eyes wearing a simple robe.
"L-lady Alma? Why?"
"I've business on Earth regardless," she says patiently. "Besides, who else would reign you in should your temper flare, Land?"
"I understand," Land says, "though would you not need an escort? "
"I've a dashing knight at my side, though his temper and means of doing things leave much to be desired," she says dryly.
"Hmm, I would skip the free lunches. As I understand it, there's only so much time left, before mere beasts of power remain, and what dark secret Echo contained is finally freed. Oh, and I really do mean, even your organization will crumble, and those who survive the pruning process will turn into unimaginable monsters. No thought, no emotion, only the desire to live and survive as beasts." Inga's voice rings out from a faint sphere.
"If you want to have that knowledge you were discussing earlier, you just so happened to take prisoner the one person who could tell you everything. Who also is terrible at communication magic, so this message should-" The orb abruptly pops.
Inga feels an immense pressure, as if something predatory is dissecting her bit by bit with its eyes. She hears a voice in her head immediately after.
"Very well then, honoured guest," a pleasant voice says, though it leaves her ears ringing. "If you would share such information, by all means do so." The voice, while pleasant physically hurts, not due to malicious intent or purposeful harm, but the sheer restrained power within it, as if an ocean were attempting to fill a water bottle through a filter.
"If I am allowed to leave my quarters and discuss this with the rest of you. Else I will just send my research notes."
"You may." A simple gate opens in the air for her to pass through.
Inga passes through, and summons her staff. She takes a quick glance at those gathered before sighing.
"There's a reason Echo is so obnoxious to travel to and generally around, why it's buried so deep in the fabric of things, and why its flow of time is so off balance. It's the same reason that your men developed scales, fur, and other mishaps. Why realms were briefly merged and then ripped back apart."
Inga summons a large tome, with glyphs on its face. She waves a hand over it, and they disappear. "For more specific reading, for whomever is the most trusted individual you can think of. But the point..." She draws a deep breath.
"Echo is... rather, was, the prison of an ancient being, one whose origins lie in the foundation of all that exists now. I will assume you are familiar with the manifestations of Order, Chaos, and Balance? Well, if you could consider them all 'siblings', then the being that lies within the ruin of Echo is none other than a lost sibling of Chaos and Order, from their earliest years.
A being that remembers what the old world was like... a time before sentience, and only power and strength, primacy. Its prison is fractured, and with that mere crack, the world remembered what it was, and began a process of Reversion. It doesn't matter anymore if you saved those men from what happened to them. Reality itself will enforce its will soon enough. For now, it will happen slowly. But... exponentially. Until the world we know ceases to be, and remembers the old power of Stagnation." Inga closes her eyes.
"I'm not expecting you to believe me. Nor do I expect you to be capable of doing anything about it. But for what it's worth, you can consider me a monster for my actions, I frankly don't care. But even an individual such as I, warped and blackened, values her own existence, and..." She trails off.
"Well, I'm not willing to cease to be on the account of a being whose time long past." She says finally. "I'm in the same boat as you, in other words."
The taller of the fully armored figures stares at her and the pressure she felt before quintuples. There is no ill intent only ancient power washing over her, whispering eldritch promises and sweet tales before the pressure fades, leveling out around her.
"Another ancient gaol threatening to shatter," the High Inquisitor breathes and Inga gets the feeling seeing and hearing him is detrimental to her based solely on his presence. "The Starfallen is not a welcome occurrence."
"You know what she's on about," Land asks.
"Aye, for reasons that are my own."
"...So you are aware of that thing." Inga says, for the first time since being there, an emotion is present in her voice: dread.
"I felt its presence the moment I set foot on that world. I didn't dare look down for the longest time. I have seen many things... ...but only that thing ever made me feel even a glimpse of what true fear was. Madness almost overtook me. I made it a rule to never look at the ground there if I could avoid it again. In any case... you know what it is... you must know... ...about who would benefit from its release." Inga says, weary.
She then looks at Land and the others. "My advice, is to quarantine anyone who showed signs of being altered. They may seem rectified for now, but I promise that won't remain the case. Their existences will have been made unstable, and anyone in contact with them is in danger of sharing their fate. The alterations can spread like plague, if not kept in check. If you don't like that, then don't blame me when I get to say, 'I warned you'. If you really want to waste time on Earth, feel free. Unless you could do something about the present situation on Echo, there isn't much that can be done.
...I've said my piece. Browse through my notes if you really wish. I don't see what use I have to you now, so I will excuse myself, and return to my time out corner." With that, she returns herself to her quarters.
The High Inquisitor sighs. "Alchymia, the notes are yours to research. Land, handling a quarantine would be easy for you. Dust, see to it that Pneuma is clear to continue. Wave, tighten the defenses in the area and monitor the Paladins," he barks, voice clipped and even.
"I take it you and Lady Alma have much to discuss," Wave states more than asks, her superiors nodding. "Very well."
"Roger," Dust salutes before vanishing as if he were never there.
"Gonna need an explanation for this later, old man," Land growls, eyes flashing blue.
"I'll get right to it," Alchymia says, picking up the notes and peering through them.
Alchymia's first sightings of information appear at the beginning, which seems to be from Inga's earliest days, initially describing her experiences with the world, seemingly prior to her described observance of what lay below. She seemed to have taken immediate concern to the odd nature of things, such as how teleportation and other means of travel were very inaccurate if not dangerous to attempt, how time seemed to be incredibly out of sync, and just the sheer scale of the realm.
It's not until a brief maddened log describing something that she saw 'below' the realm that Inga's concern transitions to enlightenment. What follows is a detailed yet vague series of logs describing these bits of clarity:"It makes sense. This world was never meant to host life. It was meant to be a living, breathing fortress. If one does not calculate the correct temporal flux, one is flung into distant past, distant future, or nihil. If one does not interpret the complex spacial anomalies, one may be flung into the heavens, or into the very bowels. These aren't by accident... ...whatever I saw that built this plane... ...did these things intentionally. It wants to keep... ...it wants to keep the Universe itself away from this place. To keep it away from... ..."The rest of the passage falls into madness, as though Inga had been struck mentally ill by witnessing what had lay below Echo's surface, and this trend continues for a while, until it abruptly pops into clarity, up until it appears to discuss her travels toward the Moonlight Shire, the kingdom of Echo's Fey, after which, the log is seemingly encrypted in a foreign tongue, as well as guarded by fearsome hexes. Inga obviously never intended anyone to read what followed in this passage. There are other such encrypted sections, with plain parts in between.
Most curiously, after these points, is when Inga starts to make mention of The Black King, and the forging of an alliance with him.
Alchymia pauses, eyes glowing red when she notices the hexes. "Hm. This will be time consuming." Potent Wards and Arrays begin to appear in the air as Alchymia begins decrypting the text and picking apart the hexes for relevant information.
The language appears to be that of the native tongue found on Echo, but a more advanced version than the common folk's, meaning someone of relatively high status, such as the Royal Family of Chinmoku would have had known about this dialect written here, which in of itself is odd, as it's known that the special version of the language isn't shared to outsiders, so how Inga is capable of writing it isn't clear. The hexes are more easily dealt with, but the language contains few translatable parts in its current state.
"High Inquisitor, your expertise will be needed," Alchymia intones, "Once you are available that is."
== The Interlopers ==
Far above the floating castle soars an odd black object, teardrop in shape, smaller than a human head. A single red light flickers on and off, indicating the activity of its processing unit. Sets of small thrusters allow it to travel incredibly fast, which it uses to gain ground on the castle.
Traveling into range. Beginning scan.
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Scan complete. Quarry #1 identified. Secondary subjects identified. Designated as 'Ignore'. Quarry #2 identified. Target location's protections scramble direct location of Quarry 2. Designated as Top Priority. Assuming orders: Ignore Quarry #1 and respective secondary subjects and focus on securing Quarry #2. Failure is assumed intolerable. Analyzing threat assessments from last known databank: Treat with serious caution and attempt to attain Quarry #2 without threat of violence. Unit Tao has accepted orders. Unit Tao should now proceed to secure a temporary means of communication.
Its diagnostics being complete, its thrusters engage, and rocket it towards Castle Schere, becoming akin to a meteor before crashing into the ground, being mostly embedded in the soil.
...Unit Tao is now embarrassed. Unit Tao is now stuck.
With no ability to free itself, and noting its red light is still visible, it makes full use of it by beginning to flash it in a very specific frequency:
"... --- ..."
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"Land, send a Body to deal with the interloper," the High Inquisitor intones, mid conversation with the Grand Inquisitor. He pauses. "Yes, any Body so long as it has a rudimentary nervous system."
"An interloper," asks Alma.
"Aye. It will get a single chance to explain its purpose here and, if deemed unsatisfactory, it will be carved from this space."
The metallic pod, buried quite well in its impact crater, 'watches' the local onlookers with its eye like light, which appears able to move across its surface without limitation, maintaining the constant repetition of the sequence of flashes it started earlier. The 'eye' is even vaguely expressive, narrowing whenever it sees someone holding a weapon remotely nearby it.
A vaguely humanoid form with gangly limbs and a skeletal frame manifests above the pod, falling upon it in an unceremonious heap.
’’Unit Tao expressing annoyance. Proceeding to deal with situation...’’ Without warning large black spines extend from the unit, quilling the form, before roping into the sinew and stitching itself inside. A sudden flash of holy light obscures the pod and form until a nude masculine angel like being with blonde hair and slate grey eyes emerges from the light, while not changing their expression, they give Land the impression it is displeased.
”I am Unit Tao. I am here to evaluate and confirm if an individual whose fate is very much the dire concern of my master is truly present at this location. I am then to perform a procedure to ensure they avoid a calamitous end. I will not hinder your operations, if you do not attempt to obstruct my own.” The being called Tao says, unemotive but their seriousness is unquestionable. However, their presence seems oddly wispy and undefined, the High Inqisitor unable to pin precisely where they actually are aside from vagueness and a sense of them being everywhere in the castle grounds yet in one place at the same time.
Almost immediately it notes that something is binding its presence to a single place, an unconscious power rather than an active power but one that feels a great deal more powerful than... anything it has felt. A green sigil appears before it as Land looks on impassively.
"Before you ask, that Rule isn't gonna break regardless of what you try, Interloper. It isn't aimed at you specifically, but any and every being that isn't invited in," Land explains. He gestures for the being to follow him, boredly, as he opens a door that connects to a room that should be much higher up than it is in the castle. "The old man is willing to hear you out, but if the deemed hostile, he's gonna just revoke your access to this place fully."
Tao is now entirely unregisterable to the area, save on a physical level. "Unit Tao asserts that you are the only aggressors here. Unit Tao suggests not speaking in absolutes, as nothing possesses that quality." His voice is oddly light, and while his eyes had briefly flashed crimson, they are a steel teal in coloration, though Land gets the impression that neither color is a positive. Tao's expression hasn't changed, but there is a certain... uncaring air coming off of him.
Tao less follows and more simply has appeared next to Land, floating into the room.
"Right, that was your warning," Land says as Tao once more feels himself brought back to a single point, the sigil from before glowing a pale amber as if in warning. "Again, you weren't welcomed here, but you don't care so if you get popped out of this place, don't blame me."
The room beyond has a small table where a heavily armored figure and a woman in simple robes sit.
"Explain the full extent of your reason for being here," the High Inquisitor states. "Leave nothing out and do not attempt to disperse yourself once more. Appropriate accommodations will be made as needed, but until then deal with this." His voice is monotonous.
”Not possible. Aside from my abrupt entrance which is not something this unit is able to control, I have made every attempt to be passive or otherwise non threatening in order to facilitate a diplomatic outreach under urgent matters. You have shown me spite even as I attempted to regulate my being to prevent a possible hostile reaction.”
Tao’s countenance is now blistering to behold, Land’s eyes burn when in direct view of Tao’s now smoking, red tinted form, as though a great and intense heat was building inside. Any hint of composure is gone, replaced by a unnatural level of anger barely held in check, eyes flickering between silver and blood red.
”Your behavior is...” He falls silent. His eyes fade to a faint dull red.
”...I will tell you what I am allowed under the restrictions of my programming.” Tao’s demeanor is oddly subdued considering the direction his tone was headed in.
”If you bare issue with what I tell you, I am forbidden to communicate with my master. He has been recently compromised and my security will not allow me to connect with him. I will now act accordingly to his last instruction. There is someone that I have been tasked to save from a dire fate, and my last scans suggest that they reside here. I was not able to confirm this but based on their last known long distance scan, their soul’s internal structure will be at severe threat of imploding on itself.
Part of this being‘s soul was extracted, and my master holds the other half. I hold the authority to rejoin and mend the damage. Before I can do so, I must confirm if my reading is accurate and locate the individual. Once located I am to perform the mending and oversight of their recovery. I will then ask of their will, and whatever their wish, I will grant it before I depart. Even if that choice should be to rejoin my master. My urgent entry was in response to this situation. My master trusts no one, and given my internal report, it is inadvisable for him to reach out at this time. For security purposes we are unable to interact with others unless in a host, and only intervene if we believe it mandatory to our mandates. I have told you what I am permitted. Higher authority is required from one above me to disclose sensitive information.”
The High Inquisitor seems to stare through Tao, unflinching. "Spite you say? I could give you a lecture on spite and have more than enough leftover to write a twelve book series on it if you believe my being blunt is spite," he states, voice without emotion. "But that is not the meat of the matter. Your information is insufficient and dodgy. While I can surmise who you are referring to, more information is required before myself or milady can believe you, especially so if they are a guest. If you cannot contact your master, contact another you know is uncompromised. We will not interfere, but we shall remain wary."
The Lady speaks up. "Your intention is felt, regardless of your entry, but there are things we cannot permit."
"There are things I cannot compromise on." Tao says shortly, closing his eyes briefly.
"So, fair warning, 'she' is coming here, she hates telepathic conversations. Oracle doesn't like me for reasons, so she's not happy about this, but she will tell you more. Is that acceptable?" Tao says, opening his eyes.
"It will suffice," The High Inquisitor says. "Until this Oracle arrives, have a seat, but again, do not attempt to disperse yourself, you are not welcome to do so nor will you be for the duration of this visit."
Tao only looks off to the side as a pulse of power is briefly detected before a woman with soft blue eyes and long blonde hair with a set of angelic wings extended from her back appears from a flash of light. She wears a simple white dress and white gloves, and carries an arcane staff in one hand.
"Oracle," Tao says evenly.
"Tao." The woman responds, eyes subtly narrowed. "Remember that this isn't a favor. I don't owe you, and you don't owe me." She turns her attention to the Inquisitor and the lady.
"Apologies. I'm not much of a fan for the Units, as in a sense they are my jailors on most occasions. I am Oracle, though once I was Hillia, the Iron Queen of the Lightning Fairies, who ruled the Moonlight Shire of Echo. History also knew me as the sole surviving daughter of Eien Tsuki, legendary fourth Lightning Slayer of Phoenix."
She bows to them slightly. "What Tao is not allowed to speak of is the relationship between his master and those he is seeking to aid. That being, the efforts of a father seeking to save the lost souls of his children. The souls of his children were torn from their vessels, including mine, and while he fought to save mine, he was not able to fully retrieve the other souls, only securing fragments.
The one who took us from him was none other than the Dread Witch, who currently is recovering from childbirth at this very location." She mentions the title of Inga Kankei with a reserved dislike, but nothing suggesting ill will.
"I, as the only soul saved from the fates of the others, was allowed to live my life as Hillia Tsuki, but I was not aware of what my father was planning til much later, towards the end of my life. He was repentant for failing to save the rest of us, but I treated him with great scorn and animosity. ...In a rage, he combined my form and soul with one of the first of the Chaos Engine species, and I became Oracle. He seeks to find my siblings and their reincarnated halves, and reunite them.
In the case of this location, I would assume that Tao has picked up the location of the second eldest, one who lost the majority of her soul to Inga at this location, for I also sense her presence, and has come to restore her being. If the reincarnated soul or the original takes hold, is not clear, but it is the intention of the units to facilitate this restoration in addition to providing vessels that will not be so easily harmed like in our youth, CEs.
In essence, Tao's mission is to verify my sibling's reincarnation's presence, and facilitate the restoration and upgrading of her being, much like I was." Oracle finishes her explanation, adding... "I dislike the Units, but in his case, he is sincere, but I would understand any trepidation in this matter. However, i must urge you also understand that in the case of my elder sister, time is not wasted. Tao should have explained their condition by this point, yes?"
"Very well then," Alma sighs. "He will be allowed to do as such, with the condition of allowing the High Inquisitor and Inquisitor of the Land to bear witness... assuming you convince the one in question to agree. While you have my word that neither Inquisitor will disrupt the process, the one affected may shy away from you."
Tao rubs his forehead. "This would be so much faster to do if I could just..." Tao falls into irritated mumbling as the red third 'eye' on his forehead begins scanning for the location of his target.
Oracle watches him for a minute or two before simply point in a direction. "Look in that direction, Tao."
Tao just gives her a scathing look. "You couldn't have mentioned this prior, Queen Foresight?"
"You didn't ask. I just wanted to make it easier on you regardless." Oracle responds impassively as Tao just mutters under his breath, flying off toward the direction indicated.
"Would you prefer I remain till the end or am I dismissed?" She asks, turning back toward the Inquisitor and Alma.
"You may stay for the time being, unless you've more pressing matters to attend to," Alma says as the High Inquisitor gets up and vanishes midstep. "The High Inquisitor means very little harm, but he is one who finds the basic formalities to be rather important... hence his severe reaction towards Tao. But enough on that, you say that beings akin to him are your jailers more often than not. Aside from your disdain towards your father, why is that?"
”To be clear, it is because of me that Father acts through his puppets the Units. When I crossed him that first time, it was in a way, granting my wish of having nothing to do with him. At that point I had not been supervised or truly bound aside from my knowledge as a reborn being. As I grew in strength and years past, so did my animosity. I convinced myself that he was just a monster, a monster needing to be stopped. I thought that I truly knew everything about my father at that point.
When I finally left, I had no way of knowing just how little I understood my father. I search for him, but he is the sort who can find you easier than you him. And so my ignorance childish zealocy lead me to try and stop the man I despised so much.
The only way to describe him was as if he had become a force of nature. His wrath was indescribable. I had never seen something so terrifying or beyond my understanding, not even my mother, thousands of years and unfathomable power couldn’t have held a candle. It was amidst my fear and hatred that I said it. I told him if mother truly saw what he was, she would never have accepted him. The cloak fell - no, tore itself off of him, and he lost everything. Every ounce of reason.”
She says nothing, but a flash of the Observer without the signature cloak, in black shirt and legging, with faintly greyed hair, one blue eye glowing with ominous fury, while the other eye...
The other eye is faded, with a white static exploding out of it and scarring along his face, but not just there. Along that entire side of his body, it is broken by cracks of the white static, which swirls malevolently like a hurricane. The look on his face is one utterly driven to pure, primal wrath, dedicated to utterly eradicate that which stand in his path.
The sight passes, but Oracle is clearly unwell after remembering it.
”...If Tao didn’t take me back by force, I would have been obliterated. From there, the units refuse to let me out of confinement. From there, Father began his remote plan to rescue the rest of us through the Units, and distanced himself whenever possible. It took me a while to understand, but he hadn’t been hurt in so long in the way I did that day. The guilt and remorse was too strong, and he brief accepted his madness. In a way, they are protecting me from myself. But I have learned since those days. I just want him to understand getting revenge and saving us do not go hand in hand. I fear that he will learn that too late.”
"I see... I remember being in such a situation, but that's in the past. Anger, hatred and even madness, should they be tempered or guided become tools, either to the person with them or those in the surroundings. And like all tools, overuse leads to the tool breaking and any control held over them lost." Alma seems to look into the Oracle, eyes glowing briefly. "At least your experience, harrowing and dangerous as it was, has lead you to greater knowledge and understanding. Not all can say that in the face of annihilation."
"The only knowledge and understanding I have gained is what a fool I was." She says sullenly. "Some days I feel as though I deserve the isolation I was dealt. At least, it is a safe isolation." She muses, before closing her eyes. "I suppose I should check on Tao and reign in his unstable temper from being an issue." She begins to walk out.
Tao you better have made yourself dignified.
Tao dislikes the assertion that the natural form is undignified.
What have I said about you being a walking embarrassment?
Tao does not-
Tao I will fry your circuits.
...fine.
Tao has, reluctantly so, donned simple robes, much to the relief of the sensitivities of others, and is quietly attempting to narrow down his search, ignoring most if not everyone else not immediately relevant to his endeavor.
The High Inquisitor strides behind him, occasionally vanishing at odd steps. A put out Inquisitor of the Land follows behind him.
Tao seems to eventually find what he's looking for, as he begins to speed up. Shortly after this, Oracle appears.
"Since you do not trust him, I figured it best to supervise him and make sure he remains level." She explains.
Tao has narrowed in on the practice yard, where a male and female member of the organization spar, both observed to be High Knights testing each other’s weaknesses. The man is blonde and possesses green eyes and a healthy, muscular frame, while the female High Knight is light but equally well built in service to her role, bareing silver hair and light blue eyes.
The male notices Tao first and comes to his ally’s side, she notices and turns, both notice Land and the High Inquisitor and are taken aback.
”My Lords? It’s an honor to see you... but who is that?” The male seems suspicious of Tao, whose temper remains observable through their appearance resembling that of a red star, intense heat radiating from the unit.
"Leo, Thysia." Land nods to them. "This er... GMO is the rude term here, but I guess it works," Land shrugs. "Is here to apparently help one of you before it very quickly leaves this place after entering without asking. I ain't gonna force you to accept it's aid, instead me and the old man are here to keep the peace."
The High Inquisitor is quiet, his armor making no sound as he crosses his arms and looks at Tao.
”...Help?” Leo says slowly, wearily, and Tao rubs his forehead, before his eyes glint for a second, and he turns to Thysia.
”Answer a question so I know if I got it right... any peculiar dreams or disturbing nightmares?” Tao is intently looking at Thysia.
”A-ah... only one where I was surrounded in murky black fog... I thought I heard yelling but it was just Leo coming to wake me.” She says, not expecting much of a reaction, but Tao’s eyes glint ever sharper.
”I figured, it matches the analysis. Girl, your soul is compromised and lacks its original internal structure and foundations. You won’t last very long.” Tao says abruptly and sharply.
”I would think I would notice-“ She begins but Tao cuts her off.
”It will be an agonizing end. Your body will tear apart as your fetters fall away and everything you are dissapates like a bubble of gas into the atmosphere. You won’t even reincarnate, you will become yet another Lost. Like shrimp said. Your choice but I don’t think your boyfriend over here will be able to handle watching you rip apart into a gas cloud of base material and then less than that.”
Leo stiffens, irritated, while Thysia just looks fearful.
” I won’t sugar coat it. You don’t want things to end like this though, right? There are too many things you cannot forgive this world for, so you must fight, right?”
She seems taken aback by what he says. “How...?“
”Someone tasked me a long time to observe and protect you until today. Since you were a little girl. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say I am your guardian, from someone who has your interest in mind.” Tao says, and then continues,
“Of course I didn’t know if you were whom I sought until a few years had passed, but there was always a mathmatical chance I was wrong. I had to be absolutely certain. Anyway. The point is, you don’t have time left. Make your choice, so for both our sakes, a good outcome results.”
Tao extends a hand.
Thysia hesitates, but slowly extends her hand and takes Tao’s.
“...” Tao remains silent for a moment, before a faint pulse of energy emits from him, and a large red crystal momentarily appears, and opens up, revealing a mechanical interior. Something akin to a lifepod drops from it, and lands next to Tao. The crystal machine then vanishes, and both the pod and Thysia begin to softly glow.
Tao looks at Land and the High Inquisitor. “You had better keep your word. No interference.”
"A promise is a promise," Land says. "Unless of course she is harmed, then all bets are off, tin can."
Thysia's glowing reaches a peak intensity, before abruptly, she dissolves into light, which gets sucked into the pod, which begins to hum and vibrate softly, while its glow doubles in intensity.
"Melding beginning. Approximate several hour process. Mandatory to ensure optimal chances of damage or abnormalities." Tao intones, before sitting in front of the pod.
"The machine is isolating their beings, so that no outside forces will tamper with the process, and allow them to interact and eventually meld together into a whole. It is a delicate process, so we won't be going anywhere." Tao explains, closing his eyes but awareness as acute as if they had been open.
Land and the High Inquisitor observe, Land's eyes shifting to a poisonous green for a moment.
After a few long, tense hours, the pod makes a distinct sound, and Tao's eyes open, and he stands, turning toward the pod. A hatch opens, revealing the modified Thysia, whose hair now has a faint blue sheen, her skin showing as greys and blues due to newly grown, downy scales, and two angelic wings that rest folded up on her back. She remains still, asleep for a time, but once she stirs, something shifts, and she seems to resume her prior form, though there is a glimmer of a vibrant, soothing aura around her.
Her eyes open, the color a much more brilliant hue, but she looks at those gathered as though they were strangers.
Tao just offers a hand, which she takes. She turns her attention to Land and the High Inquisitor.
"I am Lafila Tsuki, daughter of Eien Tsuki. It is nice to make your acquaintance." She curtsys, before continuing.
"Thysia's fine, she's just tired. We had this whole debate on who it would be more fair to have the body, once that started getting old, I just said let's share. It's like we're twins with one body~" She smiles.
Tao meanwhile seems stumped. "I was pretty sure the master told me one or the other typically happened... this isn't normal at all..." Tao seems to retract into a state of pondering.
Lafila seems perfectly fine with ignoring Tao's comments. "I thought it was cool what your organization does, so I just decided I would help her. I've some experience as a fighter, though my talents always were healing, either way, I'll make sure to not let anyone down."
Leo's face is the most dumbstruck of those present, almost as though his mind went off to vacation deeper inside to wrap its head around what was going on.
"..Just to be safe, she needs precautionary observation, this hasn't happened before..." Tao's anger by this point had melted away, he seems more genuinely concerned than anything.
Both are pretty certain they hear a mumbled and sighed "Not another Lightning Faerie." But neither Land nor the High Inquisitor seem to have spoken, though it's fairly hard to see the latter speak in the first place.
"The same stipulation applies, Tao," the High Inquisitor says before addressing Lafila and Thysia, "Lady Alma will want to speak with you."
A moment later he tenses and the air loses breathability as he clutches at his chest. Ancient wards and runes immediately form around him as Land pulls both Leo and Thysia away from him, while the ground seems to latch onto Tao and pull him away as well.
"Geezer, now isn't the time to have an episode!"
"Yes, I'm perfectly aware of that and the Veil being sundered," the High Inquisitor breathes as the ground near him begins to fill with overgrowth that withers immediately before regrowing and withering in a rapid cycle. The air begins to warp and combusts into a grand conflagration that freezes and shatters into droplets of molten lead that evaporate into small birds. "Get to Lady Alma at once!"
Thysia seems to waste no time in following the order, having awoken shortly after things had escalated, dragging the still mentally out of it Leo along, and Lafila saying little aside from needing to be somewhere for a moment and switching places unceremoniously.
Land wastes no time phasing through walls, pulling the duo along with him, not caring much for how queasy phasing through solid objects may be for the two with him until he reaches Alma and Oracle. Alma shakes her head and points to a fairly large notepad, the words "Is the Veil threatened?" written. Land nods and the woman sighs, but stops herself short as the temperature plummets in the room. She massages her temples then swirls a finger in the air, normalizing the temperature slowly before writing another note on the pad. "Find Wave and get Aschen his cloak before his wards fail."
"Right," Land states before looking at Thysia and Leo. "Lady Alma will keep you safe in the event this gets worse. Just... cover your ears if she has to speak before this gets sorted out. It won't stop your eardrums from rupturing, but it will stop your heads from popping off. Not very reassuring, but I won't sugar coat it if you might die."
With that Land phases through another wall and vanishes, leaving the four in silence.
Thysia feels a slight headache as Lafila seems to return after a moment, as though distraught. She isn't able to figure out what's wrong, only something terrible seems to have transpired in regards to whatever she had been trying to do. Without much recourse in terms of answers, she instead looks at her hand, which when she concentrates, has short gentle claws and greyish blue scales, but also a gentle fey warrior's hand that both took up the sword yet healed in equal measure.
She observes these different, simultaneous states of being for a time, as though trying to get used to them, before flashing Lady Alma a brief look of confusion and anxiety, as though looking for answers to a situation that indeed goes far beyond what she's known. Leo seems to have pulled himself together and merely tries to show support by holding his fellow High Knight's hand. Though, unlike his peer, isn't able to hold the questions inside of himself.
"...Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but what is all of this? I've never seen the High Inquisitor, let alone any of the Four so panicked, let alone perturbed. And what was that business with the fiery angel thing and what did it do to-"
Thysia squeezes Leo's hand lightly, which stops him losing himself in the moment. "It will be fine... ...I'm sure it will. Worry less about my sake, I'll be fine. I've been through worse than simply meeting Lafila."
Alma picks up her pad and writes.
"Aschen is worried, rightfully, for all of you. The Veil- a force that reduces the strength of many strong beings- is currently damaged. Due to that I cannot speak or move quickly without causing harm to others, whereas being near Aschen is near fatal. Thus he's attempting to repair the Veil- at least around the castle at a minimum- before his wards fail. That's the same reason Land is looking for Wave: she'd have the item capable of assisting him."
Thysia grimaces a moment, taking in a breath. “You wanted to see... us?“ Thysia asks, speaking for herself and Lafila. “The High Inquisitor told me as much, at any rate.” Lafila still seems uneasy, whatever happened on their mind but now paying attention.
"Yes." Alma scribes. "More specifically I wanted to meet your other. We've met before Thysia, when you were first recruited and on your first assignment and assessment."
"I remember... it has just been a long time. ...Give me a moment, this is a bit like stumbling in the dark..." She trails off, until her posture jerks and she looks at Alma more directly, the way she looks at her tells Alma that Lafila had emerged.
"It's... a pleasure to meet you. ...I'm terribly sorry about all the commotion this caused you. I'll work hard to earn what I've been given. You have my word." Lafila bows their head lightly after speaking.
"Thysia does good work and I will expect as much from you. You've no need to be formal with me though, I've said this more than enough times and yet people seem to forget that." Alma looks up. "What is bothering you?"
"...My father. Something was happening and the rest of my siblings, with what little we had, were trying to reach him, but..." The expression of Lafila's face betrays the feelings lurking in her mind.
"Something went very wrong, and now we can't tell what's happening, I can't even reach the others now. There's no way we can find out if Father is even alive anymore. I'm well aware of what he's done, and I can't defend him. Even still, I can't turn my back on him, because those happy days of Mother and Father... they're all we have left." Lafila smiles sadly.
"We don't even really have each other, most of us are flung far and wide in places we could never reach."
"That is troubling to hear, but..." She closes her eyes for a moment as the air thickens, a faint smile appearing on her face before she speaks. "I do believe that things will be fine, given a bit more time."
Her words do not cause any form of harm as Land returns through a door.
"Resolved. The Veil around the castle is repaired, but it'll be a bit before the old man can fix it elsewhere," he reports. "Wave is on standby to assist, as is Dust. Alchymia is still deciphering the book."
"And you," she asks coyly.
"In the process of surveying the area and Earth for collateral damage and external influence past the expected. I'll be contacting the leaders of the nations their via proxy to get their assessment of the situation and whether or not they need aid after that."
Lafila is silent for a while, but Oracle speaks instead. "From what little I'm able to gather as of now is something was in control of Father, and an unknown adversary was engaged in battle with them. The conflict was resolved, though from the intensity I would have sworn a deathmatch was taking place, yet Father seems alive, not well, but alive. It's not immediately clear what he'll do aside from lick his wounds for the time being."
The news seems to bring a small amount of relief to Lafila. "It is good that you at least carried on your existence, my older sister. It seems you found a role more suited to what you desired growing up." Oracle speaks with a smile to her.
"...I guess that's true. I never expected to be treated... as amicably as I have. What of the others?" Lafila asks Oracle.
"Various states, I don't know much about the majority of them, but two. The youngest, Cae resides in a kingdom ruled by a benevolent demon lord (heh), as a young knight. Father, after recovering, will likely turn his attentions there if he hasn't already. The eldest, Asmille is in a complicated situation due to interference in Father's last attempt to fix her. Due to where she's ended up, he'll probably address her situation last." Oracle informs her elder sister before turning to Lady Alma, briefly acknowledging Land.
"I must thank you. It's not in my nature as the Iron Queen to ignore a debt. That book, you're referring to the Dread Witch's book if I assume, correct? I would be willing to help with that issue and relieve some of your problems in the process. I will be quite safe from its defenses, as well. I'm quite adept at the tongue of my world as well.
If my assistance is not needed however, I will not keep you from your duties and impose upon you as an undue guest."
"Should the situation on Earth be handled in a timely manner, I would be glad to aid you in finding your lost siblings," Alma says before addressing Land. "Progress?"
The Inquisitor's eyes flash blue for a moment. "Deal is set. I'll be letting the others know their assignments."
Alma nods, then addresses Oracle. "I will take you up on the offer to decipher the book. It appears our experts on such will be busy for a time and I will admit languages from other planes are difficult for me." She offers a calm smile as Land leaves through the same door he entered from.
”I have little- -nay, nothing but that empty world I languished in. I would be more than happy to start on the tome as soon as possible. As for my siblings, my Father knows but I very much doubt he would allow help (willingly), or tell outsiders where they are. He is quite determined to resolve this matter himself. I fear for what will become of my siblings, as surely it will not always end on such a high note as here. In essence if you wish to do that, know that it might be problematic when he gets involved.”
"The option is on the table regardless, if you believe it necessary to both aid your siblings and reduce the potential danger to others your father poses on a larger scale," Alma states. "Besides, if the little one at the door of awakening causes him to reassess things, I wonder what one who sleeps in fragments will do when drawn back together..."
For a moment Alma's presence shifts and Oracle sees a vision of Alma, but her features are different. Gone is the simple human, instead she is replaced by a being of alien beauty, too much to comprehend. Her eyes, the first pair at least, are a warm and kind brown, but a second smaller set beneath the first open and reveal bewitching jewels of the deepest black. Her caramel hair flows in longer gentle tresses, carried by an unseen wind and a gentle smile adorns her face before the vision ends as quickly as it began. Alma doesn't seem to be aware of the vision however.
”...I leave it to your descresion on that matter. ...Onto the matter of the tome? Where is it located? I would like to begin sooner than later.” Oracle responds.
"Right," Alma nods, closing her eyes. A moment later, Alchymia arrives, tome in hand, some notes sticking out of it.
"You requested this, milady?"
"Indeed. Thank you Alchymia," she smiles and the other Inquisitor briefly stiffens before leaving the room in somewhat of a hurry.
As soon as Oracle receives the tome, she begins pouring through it and whatever notes have been added. "Thank you kindly. I will work through this as well as I can. Considering the heavy presence of curses, I will probably need to disarm those and preferably in a place where no valuables are in the line of fire in case I have an accident. I may be well versed but Inga is notorious for being crafty and underhanded, and it's been a while since my last purification of a hex. I myself will be fine, however."
She pauses. "I don't have love in my heart for the woman, I certainly haven't forgave or forgot, but neither do I want her dead, it wouldn't serve a purpose. That said. I'd like you to give the Witch this. She'll know who it's from."
Oracle offers Alma a worn, sealed envelope, most likely meant to deliver some manner of letter. "I wrote it and rewrote it when I saw her with child."
Alma nods, but replies seriously regardless, the temperature plummeting for just a moment. "That is fine, but please do not hand me an object if there is even the slightest of intent to cause her harm. She is the guest of the High Inquisitor until further notice. If there is no such intent within this envelope, then think nothing of that." Her smile returns and the temperature with it.
"It may have been a great number of years since then, but I was once Queen. I still like to think I bear the honor of one." She says, not flinching or otherwise reacting as she continues reading through the tome.
Alma nods once more and holds out the envelope. A cloaked figure materializes with a bow and takes then envelope before looking at her for instruction. "To our guest, please." The figure nods then vanishes.
After a while, Oracle seems to pause, and eventually continues reading, having gone through some of the encrypted texts. However, she does speak up not long after this.
"I've had kids, grand kids, and great grand kids. You learn a lot of things watching three generations grow up. She may be my former nemesis, and caused my family great pain, but she is now in a position I was. Unsure, alone, and confused. I figured that if I made no effort to take everything I've learned, being the old crone I am, and try and say something, then I'm no better than her if that lot were to lose their way."
Oracle stretches and sighs, taking a minor break. "It's the old generation's duty to guide the misguided and lost of the younger generations with everything we have. That's the lesson I learned in spite of... ...no, because of that witch."
After a bit more stretching, she resumes.
"It seems she wanted to make sure no one knew how she got into the Moonlight Shire, or her actions there. A detailed account of what she did leading up to and after Auntie Kio's downfall. But more interestingly, she started noting and recording various accounts of suspicious Avatar activity increasing fifty years ago, and she seems to have recorded suspicions that there was a grand scheme at work in the realm of Echo, being deployed by an unseen, unknown actor."
She glances at the tome again. "I'm currently in the midst of purifying some intensely powerful hexes, but I think this next segment refers to some dealings with the acting Black King of the Southern Spirits."
Oracle looks over to a sleeping Thysia. "It seems my elder sister and your High Knight are exhausted." She smiles faintly as an equally tired Leo appears to be holding Thysia's hand in his sleep.
"She certainly has a loyal friend by her side. I'm glad. I'm sure they will live a good life under your care, Lady Alma."
Alma gives a distant smile. "I could only hope so, many of the children here deserve better than what the worlds have offered them. Perhaps once all of this is done and over such a dream can be made a reality."
A strange look look comes over the Oracle's eyes. "...If only. I think it best if they were returned to their quarters, sleeping like that isn't good for them." She returns to her work. "I think I'm beginning to riddle this book's secret out, I'll need perhaps another hour or so."
"Then I shall return in but a moment," Alma says, gently picking up both with ease despite her small frame. She quietly carries them back to their barracks near the castle's edge before returning to the meeting room.
It takes a few hours after this point for Oracle to compose herself and put together her findings.
"The Witch's notes detail many things, and I will summarize some core elements.
First of all, it should be noted that prior to being taken here and the destruction of Echo, she was part of a plot to bring ruin to Earth, Fantasy, and Echo, by collapsing the Balance of Echo's spiritual realm. Chiefly, the assassination of the Life Goddess Azayakana, and the massacre of the majority of Positive Spirits, and the overpopulation of Negative Spirits in the South.
Her role in those matters was to distract the nations from his activities by posing as a menace, which gained her souls to fuel her natural power of Causality, more or less an action taken to protect herself from organizations that sought to harm or take advantage of her. Namely, the militaries, then Agencies, and much later, organizations like the Order itself were all taken as direct threats, and so she would stockpile souls to give herself the greatest amount of uses possible."Oracle breathes for a moment. "That, and the opening of the Gate of Kukyo, the primary link between Earth and Echo. With that Gate opened, the plan of the Black King, in truth the long presumed dead Hadari, first Dark Slayer, could commence. In essence, Inga's role was two fold. The opening of this gate covertly, while distracting the world from realizing her actions.</p>
But that plan never came to pass. Inga was captured while trying to frame her brother Exima into opening it by his own hands, and also while visiting relics of her long lost past. Hadari was betrayed by Void God and Alpha, when they executed their own plans to create a Perfect or True Avatar for Alpha to be physically brought into this world, so that its plan's final step of rewriting reality as it saw fit would be realized.It also describes her travels and various actions, including her raid on our home, Moonlight Shire, and the taking of Aunt Kio's soul." Oracle remains quiet for a while.</p>"It's final, latest entries, detail... ...concerning possibilities she has picked up on. It would appear that Alpha, with its control of its currently incomplete Avatar disrupted, has been frantically attempting to reconstitute its will by forcing various beings throughout the realms to undergo transformations into potential Avatars. Should any of these beings be completely rewritten, even its more minor Avatars will grant it the considerable ability to bend our reality to its whims.</p>
...It also makes the suggestion that Alpha has a final contingency plan to reunite with its Origin. The Monster imprisoned at the 'core' of Echo. She has noted that with every passing loss, Alpha is becoming more and more unhinged and desperate, and it may make its move soon. At worst, it may try to accelerate the 'Death Spiral', the manifestation of it's Origin's memories of the universe in eons long gone, and that is why beings are being warped at the existence level - that Monster's memory alone is enough to impact the billions of beings and worlds, even from its shackles.That is the summary of what I have learned," Oracle breathes shakily, seemingly a bit rattled from the heavier topics she had read on.</p>
Alma remains quiet for a moment before sighing aloud. "The best laid plans..." She mutters to herself for a moment, mentioning something that sounds like sleep before clearing her throat. "It would be in our best interest for the one more well versed in magic and the outerworkings of the universe to hear this. Aschen should be available now."
"Bring him if you believe that to be best. The last thing I thought to mention, is that the witch has severed ties with the Black King, which she did to ward off an impending strike from one of his underlings that was in the process of being approved on the account of her not reporting in. I'm less clear on if she was protecting the organization or if it was more of a self centered motive.
As things stand from my understanding, she dislikes the Order, for reasons I'm not clear on, as she isn't too specific but she mumbles about how she herself was disregarded, and she seems to have taken that personally to some level.
Ultimately though, based on my own memories and understandings of the witch, she's currently not a threat, as my experience tells me that she runs on instincts that would tell her to behave herself and avoid putting herself in a less optimal situation. Those same strong instincts are probably magnified in relation to the children." Oracle sinks into her chair, worn out.
Alma only nods before closing her eyes. A moment later, the High Inquisitor flashes into the room. He seems to be perfectly fine despite his earlier ordeal, or rather as fine as fine can look when fully garbed in armor.
"Lady Alma, Oracle." He nods to each of them before taking a seat. Oracle gets a brief sense of something eldritch and ancient roiling about within his armor, but tamed and calm as he settles down. "The Veil around the castle has been repaired, The same cannot be said for the Veil around choice areas on Earth, sadly areas where the conflict is reaching a din."
"Oh dear," Alma intones. "That would mean the four are in danger so to speak."
"Land and Alchymia, yes. Wave and Dust are fine... Or rather Wave will be so long as her armor holds and Dust will be fine so long as he does not have to invoke his actual mantle as Inquisitor of Mana. Land, should he be forced into a serious confrontation or otherwise pushed to his limit may Awaken. As for Alchymia, I'm unsure. The conditions for her Awakening are unclear, but based on where she is, that could cause a great deal of harm."
"I'll be sure to warn them then," Alma states, eyes the color of steel. She looks over to Oracle. "I take it you may have questions."
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Though if you were to field questions, we'd be here until four sunrises had past. I'm more than content to let some of it rest. Some elements I have seen myself, as my moniker is not so much a title as it is my capability, but without context my visions are just that. Visions."
Oracle places a hand over her heart, eyes closed, and a complex 'seal' of sorts appears over her chest, with what appears to be an extremely ancient form of dark elven magic woven into its writing, with a single character legible displayed prominently at the center: Foresight.
"That is my gift as the Child of the Kanjo Goddess of Vitality, Kaminari. Foresight. Lafilia's, if I recall, is Healing. More over, you called the High Inquisitor here to brief him on the discovery of the contents of the journal, yes?"
Oracle sighs, before breathing and repeating what she had explained to Alma to the High Inquisitor. "I've written a translated and summarized report of the findings as well, should you need reference it."
The High Inquisitor only nods. "Your efforts have been invaluable, you've our thanks. Do you need any accommodations made?"
”Aye... some food and drink, accompanied by a place to rest would be appreciated, the journey followed by curse protection and Royal Tongue decryption took its toll today.” She says with a sigh, closing her eyes.
"Very well," the High Inquisitor says, offering Oracle a hand.
She quietly extends hers, accepting his.
A moment later Oracle finds herself in a rather comfy if simple room overlooking the castle courtyard with a nightstand on which rests a bell. The High Inquisitor rings the bell and s shortwhile later a simple meal is brought to Oracle.
"Rest well," he states before vanishing.
She stares at the view a moment, before looking at the food, and closing her eyes with silent thanks, before quietly eating rather slowly, not out of displeasure, but to savor. After all, the last time anyone cooked for her, was several lifetimes ago at this point. A cooked meal, not of her own cooking out of necessity. After washing down the food with a quick drink, she silently lays down to rest, her wings unfurling and draping out from her. Her last thoughts before slumber takes her, are if she will sleep peacefully for once.
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Another cloaked figure appears before Inga, producing an envelope. "Something has arrived for you, honored guest."
Inga initially looks boredly at them, before her eyes land on the envelope, and she seems to freeze, as though noticing something. However after a moment, she takes it slowly, and brings it close to her, staring at it, doing little else for a while.
Inga is then observed slowly, almost with incredible deliberation, pulling open the envelope as though seeking not to damage it. She then takes out what appears to be a letter, and reads, first stony faced, and then this erodes, first subtly, then notably as her expression seems to become a odd mix of emotions, the most prominent being confusion, her face similar to how a child reacts to being in trouble but not understanding why.
After a while of just staring at it, her hands start shaking, and she takes a deep breath before equally as carefully placing the letter back in the envelope and she places it under her pillow. She then gestures to one of her children, placing them in her arms, and just cradling them against her body.
=== A Phantom of Years Past ===
Hillia stirs in her rest as a sensation comes over her, a familiar presence that rouses her from sleep. She rises from her bed, sitting up straight and looking out the window as a man clad in armor she remembers instantly from her childhood stalks through the courtyard.
That's not possible... why is he here? Why would he be allowed to wander this place like this?
She observes as the man, her father pauses before looking toward the tower she rests at, as though looking at her. She bolts to her feet as within a single step, he crosses from the courtyard into her room and stands at the doorway but comes no closer.
"...Why are you here, no, how are you here?! Surely they would never let a man like-"
Eien lifts his hand to silence her. "They let me in, but honestly it was not my idea and I'm only humoring a certain cat and his keeper because he wouldn't shut up about this. Though since we have this moment alone, there is something I need take care of." With that he approaches her and Hillia attempts to move, only for her body to lock in place.
"Damn this body you forced upon me!" She hisses, only for Eien to sigh.
"I see you're not any happier about that form. I suppose saying sorry won't cut it, given what I need do. That said, you would be decomposed and part of a tree, flowers, or some random animal, among many other things, were it not for my contribution, nor would we meet again and neither would you meet Lafilia again."
Eien says as he puts a hand on the top of her head as red energy is forcibly drawn out of her, not without some level of pain on her part. Blue energy then flows into her and her teeth clench in pain and fury as her genome is modified to Lambda levels and she briefly takes on ones form before forcibly reasserting her previous one, panting heavily.
A strange static surrounds Eien as the red he absorbed is torn apart and becomes like dust, fading soon after. "That takes care of that overdue maintenance. I won't explain, but know that I saved you from a worse fate than being modified into an immortal."
"I don't care about your warped concept of 'helping' me... I would rather have been in the ground than live like this..." Hilla snarls as her body resumes responding to her.
"I noticed, but as cheery as this is, I'd rather finish this conversation with Lafilia present. The creepy eyed moron wants us to talk, though we both know already how this will end." Eien says, ignoring the red sparks of lightning coming off of her. With that, he turns and grabs the door handle.
"Meet in the courtyard once you've addressed that bedhead." He vanishes within the blink of an eye, while Hillia angrily combs through her hair while grumbling.
"Thinks he can act like my father after all he's done..."
=== Overdue Self Care ===
Thysia lays in her bed, asleep, but only superficially. In her mind's depths, she stands face to face with Lafilia, the two deep in a mental dialogue, though Thysia had sought to get more rest than she has. With a sheepish grin, Lafilia realizes her mistake and lets Thysia have a few more hours until morning proper, though remains antsy and fidgety.
When morning comes, Thysia finds herself greeted by a familiar, if only vaguely, looking child with golden blonde hair and scarlet eyes wearing robes with the emblem of a high ranking member of the Order. Their expression is tired and their eyes ringed with shadows as if they haven't slept in a long period of time.
"High Knight Thysia," the youth states through a yawn as they brush sleep from their eyes and muss their hair, showing a flash of pointed ears. "You've been given the day to recuperate and rest along with the other High Knights on duty yesterday. That is all." With that, the youth leaves the room, waving a hand and causing the wall to dematerialize then reform once they pass through despite there being a door near said wall.
Lafilia, having properly woken up first, blinks. "I'll pass that on then... ...when she wakes, the sleepy head." She helps herself to tea, before observing herself in a mirror.
She maintains the visage of Thysia to an extent, but if one pays enough attention to her features, they're not identical. Lafilia has softer features, and her ears are long and pointed, while her eyes sparkle with a deep, brilliant blue color. This of course, ignores Lafilia's Lambda body, which she understands as having been designed personally by her father in advance, with the two individuals in mind.
Her skin is not skin, but refined, soft feather like scales that causes the reflections of her skin to shine blue, but she herself at a glance has normal skin tones. However, a good amount of her body is covered by a harmonic pairing of her Lambda Plate and Thysia's existing Armor, and when she is manifested, a blade unique to her, a Gemsword rests on her hip. Besides that, she possesses a small tail and by comparison to other Lambdas, small claws and talons. She can manifest wings, but they are more akin to her old fairy wings than angelic.
Lafilia's ears twitch as she starts to think. She knows her power of Healing has awoken, but Thysia doesn't seem conscious of it. However, she does notice that Thysia's energy stores in her soul have begun building energy, meaning the alteration to her is causing her to generate and store excess energy, like Lafilia.
So when one is awake, the other sleeps, and builds up energy over time. Heh. We're like twin power factories, that will be trouble if she gets her hands on sugar before bed. I'll have to warn her about that. I'm responsible and know how to release my electric charge over time safely, but she might end up having her first hyperepisode. That'll be fun to see. Except the others might yell, less fun. Well, time to-
"He- -lo? Th-ia, please -ck up." A voice crackles from a stone resting by the bed, and Thysia snaps awake and seizes control, slashing an orb of light that had risen up from the stone.
"...They just don't quit calling..." Thysia grumbles, sheathing her sword. What was that about? Lafilia asks as Thysia's face turns stony.
"...Not talking about that right now... Basically someone from where I come from who I don't wanna talk to." Thysia says through clenched teeth. Ok, don't tell me, I'll find out...
Thysia just sighs. "We should probably get up to speed on each other's capabilities. I can handle teaching you the ropes as an Order member, but I have no idea what you can do."
Hmm... I can explain what my abilities are, but I don't know how to best teach you how to do them in a way that fits your training.
There is a knock at her door a moment later.
”Come in,” Thysia calls as she works on tidying her hair.
The youth from before returns, gives her a nod and collects what looks like an errant ruby from the ground then leaves through the wall once more.
"...?" Thysia looks puzzled. "Interesting one." She then sighs.
"Well, let's get ready for the day and then see about getting some advice on this. I don't want to rush this." With that, Thysia sets about getting herself ready and generally presentable before proceeding to head out of her room and the barracks.
She finds the courtyard empty today. Though the strange youth seems to be wondering around occasionally passing through objects as if they weren't there in the first place.
"..." Thysia breathes for a moment, before trying to catch up with them. "Excuse me, if it wouldn't trouble you, might I have a word?"
"Yes?" The youth looks up.
"I'm not sure how much you know of my situation, but I was hoping for advice on... ...well, there's another 'me' I guess you could call her, within me, and while I'm confident enough to help her understand the way we do things, I'm not sure how best to apply her own capabilities to my own training.
Is there any possibility, if you possess the time and are willing, to please consider helping the two of us out?" Thysia asks with a nervous bow of her head ever so briefly, a force of habit, especially with her background.
"Be at ease, High Knight Thysia," the youth says. "Barring the foreseen incident in fifteen hours, seven minutes and thirty-five seconds, you've no need to be tense. That being said, the present iteration of myself cannot help you. Hold a moment while I call the prime."
”As you wish.” She nods, while fingering the stone she keeps at her bedside usually.
A tall man with black hair eventually makes his way to the area. He is rather pale wears a robe of sorts. His eyes are closed, but he seems to see Thysia and the youth just fine.
"Alright, Seven-A-One, what's up," the man says gruffly, addressing the youth.
"High Knight Thysia would like assistance in matters that involve the being she shares a body with- primarily melding their repertoires together in a cohesive manner, Benevolence Prime OFS-One," the youth, 7A1, states.
"Ah," the man seems to assess Thysia for a moment. "Call out your other if she's awake."
"...!" Thysia starts as Lafilia comes back out, a bit of an electrical spark zaps around her before the air settles again. She tilts her head to one side.
"You called?"
The man gives her a once over. "Healing and support inclination with increased affinity towards electricity."
"That would be the short of it, but I also happen to naturally generate my own excess energy, which contributes to aforementioned electricity. It um, also tends to make those of my lineage very... hyper. It however is a generally large back up energy reserve that comes in handy in a variety of situations.
I have my own supply, but I'm almost positive the attribute has rubbed off on Thysia now, it just hasn't kicked in full yet. Resistant to effects that would normally drain one's vitality, is another ability of mine, sort of passed on by my mother, and similarly, I grow stronger from using or being in the present of healing forces." Lafilia clarifies.
"I see. What happens when you and your other attempt to share consciousness? I imagine one of you is rendered 'asleep' allowing the other full control," the black haired man says, head tilted to the side. "Approximately how long does it take for the two of you to swap places and does doing so rapidly cause fatigue or strain to either of you?"
Lafilia considers this line of questioning for a moment. "Thysia is awake at present but subdued, in that she knows what's going on but it's all muffled and blurry to her. She only 'hears' and 'sees' clearly when you mention her or when I tug at her to get her attention. In theory I could be in the body but asleep and she could be awake 'at the rear'.
I don't think we can be present at the same time except for brief moments or if certain exceptions occur. It ultimately doesn't take long but a split second of our body being uncontrolled results, hence the jerking when one of us resumes control. Perhaps it would strain us were it not for our quality of energy generation, perhaps a benefit of our arrangement."
She eyes a wilted flower nearby and a pale yellow arc of electricity flows from her to the plant, which causes it to be restored to full health, if not possessing a surreal glow of life.
"Each of us, including Father has an Aspected form of lightning supercharged with our orientation, mine being Healing has the explanatory effect of healing. Each has a color, and while we can use normal lightning, this is the type we naturally generate, so it will be important that Thysia knows this because normal lightning requires being able to filter out Healing from it.
As for circumstances when me and Thysia can be present, Father once taught me a technique that allows us to bring our stored energy reserves within our souls out in full force, but cautioned never to use it when you were low on energy or you would eat your very soul away. I imagine in order to use it properly I would have to have Thysia using it at the same time and our souls would have to occupy the same space. Doing so... probably would unmake the 'membrane' that protects us from becoming one.
I'm not sure what would happen to us, if one or the other would come out, or if someone new would be birthed in the process, especially since we've acknowledged each other as individuals rather than halves, and from here as Thysia ages and grows along with me, her newfound energy generation means she will eventually reach my equal in energy, increasing the odds of us canceling out."
"I see, similar to another then," the dark haired man nods. "High Knight Thysia, you will need to meditate and expand your conscious while you aren't the one in control of your shared body, as will you. This will be the first step towards acting in parallel with one another yet remaining separate and retaining your individual identities. The person in reserve, once you are comfortable enough in maintaining proper awareness while not at the forefront, should then practice smaller tasks and actions, primarily those that the one with proper control over the body cannot easily or readily perform based on the situation and circumstances."
Lafilia nods, soon after Thysia's voice slips from her lips, speaking: "Understood...", and just as quickly subsides.
Lafilia seems to take note of something, and her head turns just as a golden armored figure seems to appear within a single frame of movement, a single step. He maintains his distance, seemingly shooting the dark haired man a look before looking at Lafilia, who seems to regard the armor with nostalgia.
"It's been a long time since you trained me, Asmielle, Corill, and Tafillia with that armor, hasn't it? Do you remember? How you trained us with the spear?" She offers the figure a smile.
"...I could never forget. Especially because it was you four that fought all alone to protect the others. ...Asmielle gave up everything to protect Hillia. If I hadn't taught you four the spear, I wouldn't have even had her left." Eien's voice is solemn. "Had I been there... ...no, I couldn't have been there. Even if I had known, I would have never been able to save you all."
It's at this time Hillia appears by Lafillia side, holding her hand. Lafillia gives Hillia a concerned look, as though noticing something different.
"...I'm fine. Just our father's malpractice at being able to do the right thing." She turns toward Eien.
"So why are you here? If you really wanted you could just avoid this place like the plague like you indicated. I have little doubt even when humoring someone, you'd never actually go against your own interests."
Eien looks at the dark haired man. "On contrary. I'm giving him exactly what he wanted. Make amends for all the bad dumb things that I, the stupid fool have done. Come clean about my sins. Face my family for once." He looks at Hillia and Lafillia, the former looking incensed while the latter confused and concerned.
"...Father, is it just me, or is there a glamour on you?" As soon as Lafillia points this out, for some reason, a previously undetected glamour on Eien becomes apparent to the dark haired man, but not what it is hiding.
Eien's stance seems to shift, almost resigned, but he says nothing.
"My other self did ask him to do this," the dark haired man confirms. "As foul tempered and scathing as he is, he ultimately wants the best for people. As for your father, it was this or allow him to ultimately play himself like a fiddle. My other felt that would be... foolish."
Though he doesn't move his head, Eien feels as if there is some amount of attention on him for the first time from the other man, as if he himself was being Observed for a moment. In the same moment, Eien understands that the man before him has a similar presence to Aschen, eldritch and strong, yet while the High Inquisitor felt like a roiling mass of ancient power trapped in a thin shell, the man before him feels impossibly young to the point where he would be negative in age by millennia if not far longer. The presence is sharp and coiled upon itself and actively retracting even as it seems to pulse outwards just past the man to form a faint outline around him before being drawn back in.
Upon observing Eien, his image seems to briefly implode before in its place is nothing but a grey figure with his shape, rippling from the disturbance of one trying to gaze upon it. There is an intense pressure from him but no accurately readable amount of it.
When Lafillia and Hillia look alarmed by this, Eien's voice chuckles from the figure.
"Yes, I figured something like that would happen. Unfortunately I'm rather good at obscuring myself or things that I don't want seen. Otherwise, every being of note in this universe would probably hunt for my head. We'll get to that soon enough. But first.
Hillia knows this already, but it is I who created the Chaos Engines, for many reasons, but one among them was to design an existence that would not be as fragile, that my children would not suffer the same fate twice. I was never going to accept less than perfect vessels for my children, denied their right to life."
Lafilia starts with alarm, and her eyes become vacant as Thysia soon comes out, exclaiming,
"You're the one responsible for those things' creation?! Must you also know-"
Thysia feels an annoyed glare, but it soon passes. "Aye. I know all about them, and I wouldn't call them 'things', as you are one of them, regardless of your feelings of the matter. Were it my whim, I could control them, be it to set upon this shithole, or to end this war altogether. It doesn't even matter how 'strong' they become, I hold the final cards.
Throughout my life I have murdered and betrayed, lied and cheated, and ruined innumerable lives. For my- -no. Your benefit." Eien says hollowly.
Thysia's eyes widen. "You think that is for her benefit? For your family's benefit? What this is, even if helpful to us, is damning to others. For nine people you ruined the lives of thousands. Don't you feel anything about that? The slightest bit of remorse?"
"Of course not, he deemed it more important for his family to be happy than for others to be. Even if it wasn't what we wanted." Hillia retorts, her face becoming more angry.
"...You said earlier you wished for me to go down the right path, but your true colors shine here, my daughter. You still burn with the old hate of me you felt all those years ago. Resentment for failing your sisters, resentment that you had to build your own life. ...We're so much alike." Eien says, a rare glint of sadness in his tone.
"Well, a promise is a promise. I hope you have been preparing for this day. You're going to get what you wanted. But first a question..."
With this, the grey figure cracks violently, red light flickering in the cracks.
"Do you know what made me give up, accept the truth that Sovereign gave me? ...When I truly lost myself to madness?"
With this one question, the figure explodes in a storm of red lightning, and in its place, Eien stands, not as any had seen him prior, along with a colossal increase in pressure from him, the air trembles and vibrates from his mere presence. Were it not for Schere's wards and protections, a colossal wave of mighty power would have washed over everything for light years, announcing the appearance of the abnormal, utterly wrong presence Eien now holds.
His hair is dull and mostly greyed, with traces of his blonde hair remaining when lit, poorly maintained. He is clearly middle aged as opposed to his more youthful appearance from his glamour, his eyes hidden behind an utterly ancient band inscribed with ancient runes that flicker with an intense temporal distortion, likely his ability to see timelines being suppressed. His yellow cloak is worn and clearly aged, parted over his chest which is left bare, revealing something that seems to greatly distress Lafillia and Hillia upon seeing it.
What they see is a large series of crests physically carved into his flesh, four large ones and a fifth one encircling them, along with a myriad of others glowing in defined 'orbits' around the five, that collectively give off an intense 'wrongness' about Eien.
One is given prominence among the four, a green one with a white star pattern with runes and symbols utterly ancient invoking the powers of Creation and Life, while another is red and purple, foretelling ruin and desecration in its runes, another, blue and black, commanding judgement and destruction in its imagery, and one white with depictions of knowledge and teaching while being seemingly accosted by the red.
The black one seems to represent a barrier and a system of governance, as well as order itself. All of the others, bent by the power of the five, seem to represent many individuals.
Lafillia and Hillia are almost lost for words, Thysia however...
"...I want to vomit... what is that...? I don't even know what I'm looking at but it...! There's something utterly wrong with it...! What have you done... ...to yourself?!" She chokes. Eien however is merely 'looking' at the dark haired man.
"Perhaps now you and your counter more properly understand. Or has this not made clear to you the lengths I have gone, the depths I have fallen, and the horrors I have wrought? Do you still stand by your prior notions?"
Eien's voice is calm, but the energy in the air could not describe a more intensely agitated feeling about him.
The black haired figure remains quiet for a moment before tilting his head. "If my other thought you couldn't wring a redemption arc out of yourself, he'd have opened his true eyes and consigned you to a place truly infinite and empty as a prison. That he did not, means that there is some faith in you. Personally, I'm of the mind that you let your plans stretch too far and wide and will suffer rebound that will result in your undoing long before you can reach your goal so long as you remain standoffish and obstinate."
Hillia feels as if something is mow looking at her.
"You. You're acting like a spoiled brat. Your anger at being transformed is understandable, your anger at having no choice is similarly understandable. That being said, you view everything about his actions through anger tinted lenses. Has your father caused a great deal of malevolence and unrest through his deeds? Yes and based on simple observation it's clear he would continue to do so ensure you lot remain safe or at least among the living once his own spark fades or is consumed and snuffed out. That doesn't absolve him of his actions, but it does show his reasons, selfish as they are.
"You don't need to be thankful, nor do you need to like it, but your anger has reached a point where it is unreasonable and unsustainable. I will not say to let go of the past, but if you can't put the past behind you and actually move forward with your life and grow past this, you'll find yourself buried alive without any clue as to how or why despite your clairvoyance."
The attention moves to Thysia. "Your outrage is justifiable as well, especially considering the devastation his creations have wrought, but just as you are they are people. A large portion of them are currently acting without their consent or control as their will has been overtaken by the malevolent force working with a heavy hand in the 'shadows'. Calling them 'things' would be like calling certain types of humans or humans in general less than people and instead self-destructive beasts that understand how to use tools.
"As much as I believe the four of you, or perhaps three of you, wish to part ways, it is of crucial importance that you come to understand one another, even if you do not accept one another. If I must facilitate that, I will."
There is silence for a moment.
"You didn't answer my question, Hillia." Eien intones, and she starts as he places his hand on the band covering his eyes.
"The simple truth, since your tongue is so tied. When I set out on my mission to save your siblings, I had many doubts as to if things truly were as I saw them. Was this world so empty and devoid of hope for change, of possibility? Was everything I did ultimately meaningless? Who would believe themselves devoid of a future, save for the most broken of men?
Of my nine beloved children, there was one I saw myself in, one that I believed despite everything, I felt that they would still accept me, understand me. They had the potential for greatness I had, yet, the same flaws. I felt, like even as miserable as I was, that if I could just see them again, assure them that everything would be alright, that I could make us a family again..." Eien removes the band, revealing eyes erupting with temporal power, glowing a brilliant blue.
"What made me accept the emptiness that is this horrible mockery of an existence? What made me go down this path? Embrace my madness? What lead me to desecrate my being for the sake of a future that you nine, but not myself, could live to see?"
Before them, a flash of a memory as real and tangible as the world around them bursts forth, Eien standing before an elderly fae haunted with distress.
"You're mad! What you describe is an abomination, wrong on every level! How could we ever want that? The only one this world needs saving from is people like you!" Horrible pain, anguish, grief, rage, and ultimately, numbness, explode through the vision and a brief glimpse of madness takes hold, before the yellow clad Observer reappears on a cot overseen by a woman in white robes and hood.
"I believed he could overcome its potency, but his strength of will... I could not see it, but it crumbled like glass, when it was so unshakable even after everything before... what happened to you, <Tsuki no Feair...?>
The vision crumbles. "When I first beheld my sight's power, I was shown one truth. No matter when or where I am, I will always be subjected to this same path, chained. Those I loved and depended on will give up on me, and abandon me to the same fate time and time again.
...You, Hillia. My eyes showed me that you were destined to break my spirit. And if not you, someone else in some arbitrary iteration would." Eien places the band over his eyes again, while Hillia slumps to her knees.
"You couldn't have known that I needed you to accept me. Depended on you to hold on to something, anything. That this was the role you were given. Everything I have done since then has been in an effort to free myself, and you, from this mire of misery we are confined to. So I believed, but even now I am reminded of the shackles that mockingly call themselves hope and redemption."
Thysia holds Hillia steady, not looking at Eien.
"When you told me that you would do everything in your power to bring me to justice Hillia, I expected you would find a way to prove that, get past Tao, and find me again. But here you are-"
"Please be quiet." Thysia says simply as Eien is punched to the ground straight in the face, looking down at him evenly.
"You and Hillia are quite alike, I've come to understand that well enough." Her eyes gleam as she frowns angrily.
"But you two should stop lying to yourselves. You can't tell me that you seriously believe that you can't be accepted by anyone who loved you, can you?"
Eien doesn't get up but meets her gaze. "You really are her other half. Of the four I taught my arts, you were the most perceptive aside from Asmeille. ...Unflinching steel tempered in a gentle warm fire. As razor as you were, you saved your blade for when a gentle hand was needed. You still struggled to become an Imperial Guard, lacking the innate talents of your eldest, but you made up for it with your hard work and ethics..." Eien trails off, his head lowered.
Thysia looks at Hillia. "I wouldn't go as far as he to say you're spoiled, but I believe that he isn't wrong about letting your pain over everything that happened to y- -us, cloud your great gifts of insight and clairvoyance. If you tried to see the bigger picture, perhaps he wouldn't be in as great of pain he is now. Or maybe it would come to pass regardless in some form like he suggested, how could I know?"
She looks at the dark haired man and lowers her head. "It wasn't my intention to label those poor souls, or inadvertently myself. I'm not really familiar with them and what terms best apply to them, but I acknowledge my fault in jumping that far. Still if I understand what little I know correctly, it doesn't change the fact their state of being is wrong and vile, and if a solution to a problem exists, it should have been one where far less if any had to suffer."
She returns her gaze to Eien. "I'm glad to have met you, if only that I may more properly understand myself in all of this, and in truth, I have learned just how important what we do is, and how far I still have to climb. I know that Lafillia is hurting from the truth, and it's hard for me to accept that I'm derived from you, but if I am to grow, I must accept everything that I am, including that which haunts me. I'm baffled that someone like you can be let free and about, but I am the sword, not the hand that guides it."
Hillia looks shaken, and Lafillia reemerges, still struggling internally, but seems to focus on supporting Hillia. She offers the dark haired man a weak smile.
"We probably need time to think, but I don't disagree with what Thysia said." She look at Eien sadly.
"I'm more sad that... all that time he was alone."
Eien says nothing.
The dark haired man remains silent for a moment. "I'll leave you to it. While I believe that you should understand each other, my immediate presence would clearly make that more difficult outside of mediation. To that degree, I'll arrange for a private space for all of you to meet within the castle."
"Hmph. Family we may be, that doesn't mean that pain can be so easily forgotten, that time heals all wounds, or that simple words are enough to make amends. The many, innumerable stories of a father failing their child, yet expecting to be given a free pass when it suits them, sickens me. You can't take back what is in the past, and you can't mend what isn't there.
...Still, I'm reminded of how much Lafillia and Thysia are one and same, she has her mother's awareness. ...Fitting that she would inherit healing, as it benefits greatly from those whose perception cannot be easily matched. Hillia is like me, more than I ever wanted her to be. I tried to guide her away from the sword, from a path of power. I knew where that road led me, what it took from me. I didn't want her to become soiled like I in that war. I didn't want my misfortune to claim her. ...Yet here she is, just like I, haunted, perhaps trapped in the past..."
Eien trails off, partly lost in thought, partly drained of energy to the point a vague resemblance to Moura can be seen, hair elongated and blackening at the tips.
"Blasted, my energy isn't what it used to be anymore. Even with nine kids, I could have gone all day without strain from something like this." Eien is silent for a bit longer.
"I would have been happier if Lafilia didn't have to know how low I've fallen. You and Aschen really don't understand that things would be better off my way. I hoped this encounter would prove a point, but I guess that's lost on you. To that end, the kids don't need more time, they need distance to sort their feelings out. You're trying to start a roaring flame with just twigs and leaves when you still need the spark to establish itself. You'll blow it out just as quickly as you started it.
...Give me a few minutes while I divert some energy flows here and there and I'll be ready to get this damn talk with the tin can over with whenever he feels like doing so."
"Don't bother," a metallic voice states as Eien feels himself brought back to to properly functional condition, a door visible only to him appearing in the corner of his eye. "If you need time to catch your breath, take it, but energy I can handle."
Eien sighs, slowly getting up. "This never gets easier, no matter-" He doesn't finish the thought but instead heads through the door.
Eien finds himself back in the room he'd entered upon being allowed into the Castle, with the High Inquisitor sitting across from him. "Need a drink? You look as if you need one, but I'd rather ask."
"I'm afraid not, in the sense that little will be soothing enough these days. I already have a fair idea what you will ask and say, but for whatever... ...respect I... ...what is it that you felt compelled to talk to me about?" Eien's tone as he talks progresses from defensive towards melancholy for some reason.
"I was simply going to request that you take care of yourself, though another question comes to mind: in which possibility did I finally lose myself?"
Eien just stands there for a moment, the Inquisitor thinks Eien isn't going to say anything at first, but before anything can be said, Eien for some reason actually seats himself opposite of the High Inquisitor.
"...You'll only get as far as my personal opinion is concerned, which is that each and every moment you decided to live as you have, and live a lie, and not a life."
Nothing out of the ordinary happens until Eien speaks the phrase 'live a lie, and not a life', in which in that brief moment, Eien's voice resembles something similar but different to itself, his appearance similar yet not, in that there are superficial differences, but a noticeable one being the worn and derelict Lord Templar or greater in appearance armor, while at his hip is a weapon similar to both a Slayer and Mercurian Sword in form and composition. His expression in this 'vision' goes from meloncholy, distaste, hate, but ultimately regret as just as quickly the anomaly is gone, Eien seemingly unaware or not bothered.
"There have been times I amused myself with the notion that Eien Tsuki was fatally wounded when his nine were taken from him, and truly died when the sole survivor and closest to his heart denied him, and that an impostor wearing his image and bearing his name skulks about, defacing the legacy the man left behind."
"I've wondered the same, many times," the High Inquisitor breathes. "The you of the present is so different from the you of the past that you wonder how you reached the present, no? You rationalize that the values and lines you wouldn't have crossed before have been crossed now and that you'd cross more if it was necessary to see your goal achieved, but in the same moment you are tired, jaded, beaten down by both the outside world and yourself- though ultimately the latter has less weight on your conscious than the former."
He sighs.
"I'd remove my helmet to look you in the eye while being frank, but we both know that would harm you, perhaps even slay you outright as you are presently. Instead I will offer this blunt take: as things are, you'll reach two more of your children before you burn out for good. You are strong and stubborn, especially in regard to your family, but at the same time that will lead to you making mistakes, both in action and diplomacy, that will hinder or outright work inversely towards your goal, to the point where an outer force is attempting to intervene.
"Wary as you are, trust...Temperance. While you can clearly see the power resting within and around him, you should also see his decision to aid you as genuine- much to your chagrin."
”It isn’t a matter of how noble or genuine one’s motives are. Too long have previous incarnations of myself deviated from our toil, tempted by honey that ultimately became poison. Not that those who offered the honey understood that the honey was in fact poison, it is the world, unwilling to allow me sweetness without dooming us in the long run.
Tell me, of the innumerable times I put my trust in others, or in the care of higher powers, why should I trust this one reality of an innumerable failed ones that show me that I should not, what means of proof do you possess that not only should I have faith in this reality, but he of all people is the exception to the endless legacy of failure and undoing that is my existence and all that came before me?” The headgear over his eyes cracks with red light, as though conveying the glow of his mood telling eyes.
"To answer your question, I want you to look back to... what was it? Ah, Possibility seven forty-three, wherein the events currently transpiring were more or less mirrored, though in that world Temperance was just a machine rather than one of the Outer One's chosen. Do you not recall him, despite being reduced down to naught but a head and torso, fighting to keep you and your children safe even as the Arbiter rained destruction upon the world? If that doesn't ring any bells, let us visit Possibly three five alpha, where as a member of the fae court he apprenticed under you and chose to die rather than divulge any information on you to the forces of beginning and end. Then there is the Possibility you try to forget passed, wherein he saved your eldest daughter from the end of that reality and allowed her to awaken the power born of yourself and her father." The High Inquisitor lists more and more possibilities, as he calls them until he feels the point is made. He breathes deeply before continuing.
"Though you have reason to act like a kicked puppy due to the past, you seem to have forgotten that living in the past and ignoring the present is what leads to things such as the present. You want the best for your children, but you fail to see that they have their own desires and wishes that will always be more important to them than what you want. Acting without taking into account their feelings will lead to more encounters like the one with both of your daughters here or worse: forcing your ideas and dreams on them, regardless of how much you want to see them safe and protected, will shatter them. Only it won't be emotionally in this case, it will be quite literal and you will lose them a second time- this time permanently.
"And before you say anything about me not knowing what I am speaking of, do not forget I myself have two daughters: one who wanted to follow in my footsteps and ultimately became like me and another who felt stifled and restrained by what I felt would help her and be best for her, and so chose to leave- nay, break away from me and live unfettered yet restrained by herself. I'd imagine she still doesn't forgive me, nor should she because despite my best intentions I took from her the power of choice to keep her safe. You come dangerously close to doing that and worse, and failing on your part will break you more than you believe, will send you lower than the area you deemed the lowest you could fall. And then the person I once believed a friend will be gone and I will be forced to act in full capacity to end their suffering."
Eien says nothing for a moment. "And how many of those realities, in the end, averted ruin, be it from Alpha, Omega, or the one the Doctor seeks to overcome? And how many of those realities built their success on the bones of past iterations and worlds? If you know of the Arbiter then you know the faintest glimpse of what I mean, and the greater source of my inclination to discount your lot's optimism.
Nothing is going to change, because it's always something. The same empty, devoid of purpose, barren waste of an existence will always be the end result. Ignoring the Arbiter, the war of Infinite and Finite or 'that thing' will surely win out. Clearly you've seen this. But it's no use speculating on what ifs, because what is, is that nothing can pierce the Arbiter's-"
And that is when both feel a colossal surge of Creation, followed by a tremendous shockwave of pure force and sound, that of some titanic beast's roar, and only perceived by a select few with awareness, the scream of the Arbiter in agony, cutting sharply even through the din of that titanic roar.
At the same time, the headpiece violently cracks with temporal energy as Eien doubles over, panting.
"That's... that's not possible...! I should have been able to see something like this! An endless number of realities felled, so how can this be any different?! ...The Dark Veil, it's dulled, as though pushed back to the edge of the horizon... ...I can see past it...?" Eien seems deeply unnerved by something that's become suddenly apparent to him.
Eien begins mumbling to himself, as though running calculations, thinking through multiple hypothesis', and generally struggling to grasp understanding of something that he seems to have become aware of, yet not sure how or why. Finally...
"...The Dark Veil of Death, a limitation of us that prohibits us from seeing beyond the time of our demise... so why then, has it become so faint and distant? Perhaps it is possible to startle it, but to actually wound the Arbiter shouldn't be possible... yet is that the very reason my..." The cracks subside to an extent and Eien 'glances' at the High Inquisitor.
"...You assert something utterly ridiculous. Yet, the impossible has become possible, all the while my plans are in tatters, when I had believed myself fully aware of everything my enemies were capable of. The vast understanding of a myriad of lifetimes and realities combined, and yet I find myself lacking an answer as to how this can all be.
Absurd, so baffling it's absurd. Answer me a question then, since I clearly seem to have been blinded in more ways than one. Why in the hell, no, who in the hell is this Temperance that he should repeatedly give a damn about my state of affairs so frequently and go so far to do so?" There is a curious, unreadable sensation about Eien.
"That's a question best directed to him. If I were to stage a guess though, a creation of yours or of one of your children from long ago in a distant future- a Possibility long consumed- that managed to survive and persist through many realities, becoming part of Trinity of Perfect Stars alongside Benevolence and Credence."
"...You realize what my ultimate aim has been, yes? I know that my actions wear me thinner and thinner. If I had to I would have laid everything down to destroy you and your organization should you and they interfere with my mission to save Lafilia. It wouldn't matter in the end what order it came down to, I fully intended to sacrifice everything for them. A fitting end, for one such as I, and Death would have no say in my actions, finally I would be free."
He shakes his head.
"So what do you suppose I do? Remain shackled for *your* account?"
Without warning his fists slam on the table.
"Bullshit!" The headpiece glows an ominous red and cracks violently.
"Every time I have trusted you or someone with the same message as this, I lose everything! No matter who it was, it was always the same damn thing! Everything ends, and everything that I wanted to protect is destroyed anyway! That reality in which 'that daughter' existed, 'my' family is destroyed and she became no better than I! Who cares if she lived, when she might as well have been destroyed on the inside!" Eien begins to breathe raggedly.
"I've lost everything to you beings of power again, and again, and again! Friend? We've never met, not as far as this wretched life is concerned, and the lives that did betrayed you, pointed their sword at you, turned their back on you when they learned the truth behind the so called great leader that in reality wants to end their existence, weighted down by lifetimes of memories good and ill.
...Yet funny enough I couldn't understand your position more if I tried. In spite of the burning hate towards the mistakes that are beings of power, in that regard I understand you. I am no friend of yours and your name would be dragged through the mud being associated with I."
The red fades and becomes a dull blue but the cracks don't disappear. His posture relaxes even as he takes to his feet, abiet hunched over a bit.
"So I am gonna ask you something. Keep your own advice, you could use it well. You can and have done better than I. If it wasn't for my sympathy given my own mindset, I would have told you to screw off. That said...
My family has suffered enough. It was my mistakes that brought this cursed karma upon me, and ultimately my family. I will be damned before I let someone else solve my problems for me."
Eien straightens, and 'looks' at the High Inquisitor as his hand reaches to the headpiece. For a moment the Inquisitor feels a flash of a vision of an explosion of temporal power that consumes Eien, yet when he grabs and shatters it, it merely crumbles away, Eien's eyes appear normal if not for a faint ghostly blue aura around them. What had previously been contained by the artifact was now being directly controlled and managed by Eien, yet no fluctuations in his sanity or stability are observed.
Eien flashes him a mocking smile. "If I must prove that you cannot bend my resolve, so be it."
Paying attention, one could tell that Eien’s soul lacked luster, his children ranged from a quiet shimmer from Hillia, to a brilliant pair of stars with regard to Lafilia and Thysia, at least before. Now Eien’s soul faintly shimmers like candlelight, as though the light and immense energy that once burned within had started to rouse once more.
"You need not let others solve your problems, only accept their help. You have strength and resolve, but neither of those will be enough for what is to come." The High Inquisitor inclines his head. "You will need to put faith in others, regardless of their failings- after all, what person has not failed at least once in their lifetime? The train of logic you follow in regard to others would be the same as knowing something will happen, but refusing to take preventative measures because that would involve effort. You are smarter than that, though stubborn I suppose and weak to wrenches being thrown into your plans, like the work of a certain former demigod and, should you continue as you are now, the inevitable intervention of one of your daughters. Do not take my words as the prattling of a higher power, knowing my history should have long informed you of my disdain for the amount of power I hold in this world even with the vast majority of it held at bay by this fragile shell."
As if punctuating the remark, Eien feels as if his lungs and bones are being crushed by the weight of his own power as the tiniest fracture appears within the many layers of the High Inquisitor's armor. Eien hardly has time to adjust before the pressure is gone, the shimmer of the Veil wrapping around the armored figure as he sighs once more- only the sigh seems to reverberate and push Eien back as dozens of wards form around the Inquisitor.
"This would be a good time as any to end our conversation. Do take care of yourself, if not for your own sake, for your children and possible grandchildren. Should we meet again and the final leg of your quest be the last remaining, I may offer my assistance. Until then, goodbye."
As the last word is spoken, Eien finds himself back in front of the black haired man and his daughters, the former glancing him over before nodding to himself.
"Is there anything you need to take care of before we go?"
Eien looks over toward where the source of the roar came from. "...No, actually. Those two will be fine, and as far as your help is concerned, I'm going to wait on one particular thing before I decide to plan anything, and you are required to properly explain why you feel the need to help me. If you do not, and attempt to follow me, I will send a Realm Razer up your ass so hard-"
Lafilia begins giggling to herself quietly which causes Eien's head to whip around and give her a dumbstruck, flabbergasted look.
"Oh come on!"
This only proceeds to make her giggle a whole lot harder, and Eien facepalms, not helping the problem at all.
"ANYWAY, my immature daughter aside," He shoots her a look before looking at the black haired man. "You can either make things easier for yourself or we can do it..." He pauses, looking at Lafillia.
"...In a more fisty cuffs manner. Barring that, considering I have something to oversee that does not require your help, you'd be better off dealing with whatever major malfunction *that* was," Eien indicates toward the roar's source.
"Not that I can't physically appreciate help, but I need to know your reasons and who I'm working with- -who I'm REALLY working with. The thing that I need oversee is something that will conclude on its own and barring tremendous interference that plan is unlikely to run into, go smoothly, meanwhile I can rest a bit while deciding what to do farther in advance and recoop energy after Dr. Twat made a mess of things."
Thysia reemerges, partially to silence her more embarrassing counterpart, but also with a question.
"Why don't you just intervene and start righting your wrongs here? Whatever that was, it was your fault at some level, wasn't it?" Thysia asks stepping forward.
"...Can't, and won't." Eien says simply, holding up a hand as Thysia goes to open her mouth.
"I barred myself from acting directly upon my creations for fear that someone like the Inquisitor compel me to solve something problematic for his side while damaging my interests. Similarly I cannot be compelled to divulge their secrets and how I can control them, nor will I be able to be compelled to act in a manner that unmakes the Auru Plan in any capacity. The High Inquisitor threatening to pop me like a balloon, that guy's counter stuffing me in a pillow (don't ask) could not make me obey them, no matter how much I might want or not want to."
Eien shrugs. "As far as my plan goes, what will be will be."
"I'm more surprised you did not recognize me, though perhaps I do look quite different from most of my other incarnations," the dark haired man responds. He says another thing, maybe a single word, and to everyone but Eien in the immediate area, no words are heard. To Eien however: "Once perhaps an android created to be a friend and protector for both you and all of your children bar my creator, then a faerie apprenticed under another incarnation of you in regards to fae magic, another time a protector of your family, though by the time I was initialized all but your elseat were gone- cut down by another incarnation of her from another reality. The list goes on. You are attempting to probe for an ulterior motive and goal, you will find none. My goal is to ensure that, at minimum your children are safe- a goal that was forcefully detracted from when I was made to sleep beyond the scope of time and space to acclimate to my newfound strength alongside the ones known as Benevolence and Credence. That is all I can tell you without subjecting you to my eyes."
"..." Eien seems to think for a moment as his eyes turn paler for a moment.
"So I was blinded, contained even. I had never considered where Nyusatsu gained her eyes or how she came to exist in her fashion. The answer to your question is that I simply could not have perceived your connection with me, due to self depriving mentalities and multiple outside forms of interference. The Infinite One appears to have desired to keep me as its pet and direct hand in things. And if I was its hands, the Child its replacement body, Nyu would have been its eyes, and then... ...No, I shouldn't say more. 
Fine, I will relent. The incarnation of my eldest son Coril is being managed by another unit like Tao, its role is to serve as a faux villain for him to overcome so that he can grow strong enough and align properly with his other. Coril has grown stronger and cornered the unit in an attempt to defeat him once and for all. All signs indicate that will soon conclude without outside intervention. That will bring the number to three resuscitated, and I can address the next child in order of stability concerns, Cae, my youngest.
...Was an incarnation of her around when you were able to eat her cooking?" Eien asks, trailing off of his more serious mood.
"Barring this incarnation, my fae incarnation and a few others, I had no sense of taste," the black haired man replies. "It made cooking rather difficult outside of detecting things unfit for consumption."
"I see. In any case, I need my rest and unless I am allowed to blow a hole in Inga's head, it's best I leave. I trust they will be taken care of." Eien casually refers to Thysia and Hillia. Thysia seems to start for a moment.
"Hang on, you should take one of my shakes with you-" Lafillia's voice speaks up, only for Eien to go ghost white and whip his head at the black haired man.
"We're going, YESTERDAY!"
"Take care of yourselves," the black haired man says, walking forward a few steps then vanishing.
===Re:discovery of the Self===
Lafillia blinks and then pouts. "No fair, he left before I could give him his highly nutritious shake!!"
Hillia just turns her head away and covers her mouth as her face turns a faint shade of green.
Lafillia turns towards Hillia. "So what do you want to do now?"
Hillia hurriedly hides her sickened reaction and frowns. "I... I don't know. So long I've been wrapped up in things that now I... I don't want to go back to that place but I don't know what I am supposed to do now..."
Lafillia beams. “Stay with me!”
”...Would I not be a burden? I doubt that they have need of a former autocrat.”
”Hillia you have more skills than bossing others around! Hmm. Maybe you could teach the Royal Tongue?”
Hillia grimaces. “Bad idea.“
”Maybe you could aid with curses and hexes, or even aid the Librarium?”
”I think you’re too optimistic.” Hillia grunts.
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Inga holds one of the infants quietly, staring at the child whom Kio gave her life to. While the others are still the size and developed of normal babies, the child has grown almost to several months of age. Inga goes between pondering what must be happening internally to why the fae would choose to do this.
She looks at her reflection in the near finished tea, observing the barely visible pink ring in her now slate grey eyes.
”Soon that name will fade, leaving only a broken girl behind...”
== Refugees ==
While Inza has a broken leg and appears mildly disoriented, some of her men appear to have suffered some manner of burns, while others look downright feverish and sick, one in particular looking in pain.
Shortly thereafter, three Lord Templars appear, one in a much heavier set of armor, one in light armor made of large sections of fine, overlapping scales and a third in standard armor. The largest one is holding the slumbering Dust gently. A voice rumbles from the armor.
"You've made it then. Seth will perform first aid until the true practitioners of the medical arts arrive. Dia, I'll have you watch Lord Dust until I return." The lightly armored figure nods while the other pops their knuckles. With that the heavily armored figure sets down Dust before making his way to a tower that pierces the sky.
"Alright, those of you with less obvious injuries, tell me what feels wrong, specifically, and I'll see what I can do. You, Inza need you off that broken leg now," the one referred to as Seth says, voice clipped.
Some of the men describe feeling brief jets of flame manifest before them and strike at them, leaving no immediate signs of damage, but later, the burn marks started forming in the impact area. Seth notices the burned, exposed layers of skin have hardened and started to crack, with tiny glistening red structures poking through the hardened areas.
The feverish soldiers also explain a similar story, but far larger jets struck at them, and straight into their hearts, it felt like. Their condition appears to be deteriorating rapidly though.
Inza herself sinks to the ground, shaking as she starts to develop a mild fever, but forces herself to focus, which oddly makes it dull a little. 
As for the lone soldier in agony, their uniform appears to have been sheered off at the midsection of her body, and a large blade gash is noted, only fairly large, but oddly the wound is visibly closing and composed of the same burned looking skin with the same hardness as the other soldiers. However, unlike the others, her body appears to be growing more and more patches of this burned skin. She is utterly unresponsive, due to an intense amount of pain that is making her squirm, her nervous system heavily agitated, making her spasm.
"God Hand," Seth breathes as his arms glow almost pink. 
A dull red glow can be seen behind his visor as he places his hands on and through the more severe, but not unresponsive patients, blood colored smoke flowing from them as the cracks halt and hiss. He then goes for the less severe patients and the same happens, though to a lesser extent, then finally Inza, with nearly no effect barring reducing the fever. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Not at his level yet. Damn."
His tone doesn't change as his arms cease glowing and he gestures towards the air. A cloaked figure appears and nods.
"We'll need the High Inquisitor here or someone as good for this along with the specialists. Hop to it." The figure nods and vanishes.
Almost immediately after the fever is forced away, Inza is seen clutching her chest as her left eye starts glowing with intense energy, followed quickly by a series of red runes spiraling out from it to the right side of her face. 
The left side of her face begins to break out in burns, which immediately crust over into fine red scales that resemble skin, but with a far softer quality. Through this new dermis a single large horn grows on the left side of her forehead, and the glow in her eye vanishes as it becomes a brilliant amber, along with a slitted pupil. Along the area where her scales end and her skin begins, is a region of crusted blood and scar tissue. Her grey hair has become pure white, and a few years seem to have been taken off her.
Inza then begins to breathe heavily, but otherwise appears stable, having a notable increase in presence, and most likely having gained a boon of power.
"...Don't worry about this," Inza grunts, holding a hand over her eye, which is throbbing. "My leg is more of a problem, and there are others who need the attention more than I do," She says looking at the agonized soldier.
The burned skin of the agonized soldier has completely overtaken her body, and been almost completely covered in fine red scales, but at this point, her skin a relatively minor concern, as her body is undergoing significant changes, including a substantial growth in her body's size, her feet becoming talons, and her hands growing claws. Meanwhile, the start of horns from her forehead have started, her eyes already a brilliant amber. Her hair is turning snow white at the roots, and growing out rapidly, gaining an odd iridescent sheen as it does. On her back, humps that are the predecessor to wings are growing.
By the time help arrives, she has fallen unconscious, her transformation nearly at an end as plate armor begins to grow out of her body. Her comrades merely can look on in shock.
"Lord Templar Seth," a cloaked figure states as a group of people in white robes appears from the edge of the courtyard. They cover the distance quickly and silently, footfalls in unison and without noise. They quickly spread out among the afflicted, one for every four people. "The Silver Sky branch of the Librarium Division has arrived. The High Templar is en route."
"Right," the Lord Templar states. He looks around for a moment, nodding when he sees a woman in white and red robes. The woman nods back and draws a complex sigil in the air.
"Anesthetic Sanctus," she breathes as the air grows a fair bit cooler, those in pain feeling the pain dull as green and golden particles float around them over a rather large area. Seth begins to glow and places a hand on the ground.
"Purifying Junction," he intones as pale blue motes join the particle, reversing the effects if not outright restoring the least affected to full humanity. The others feel a cool soothing effect on them as a set of metallic footsteps signal the arrival of another. Inza sees another fully srmored figure appear, tall and thin with flexible metallic material where joints should be. She notes rather unnervingly that he doesn't have. presence or aura yet just by looking at him her instincts are saying to breathe quietly and move slowly as to avoid his attention. The figure looks around then speaks, voice quiet.
"Soul layer latticework and transfiguration. Simple enough," they say, though most scholars would protest at that notion. The High Inquisitor wasn't most scholars though. "Bodhisattva Paradigm."
Voice dull, the High Inquisitor intones a phrase and the air around him fills with ethereal hands. "Silver, have your people begin baseline treatment, Seth will mark the those still afflicted or turning, I will work from there."
The white and red robed woman nods, calling out. "You heard the High Inquisitor! Hop to it!"
The white robed people begin systematically going around providing a combination of first aid then supplemental healing magic. One sets Inza's leg after discerning the break type then heals it with a wave of their hand while Seth points out those most afflicted by the transformation aside from Inza.
Inza quietly watches, eyes falling upon the now fully reborn soldier. ‘’So this is what the enemy is capable of...’’ She thinks to herself, tracing the curve of her horn.
The High Inquisitor begins methodically and meticulously moving between the afflicted, ethereal hands passing through them. Sigils and letters from an old dead language appear around them as their transformations are slowly but surely reverted.
Inza elects to just rest and mull things over in her head, closing the altered eye.
When the High Inquisitor reaches Inza he speaks.
"You seem to have accepted the form you've taken. Is this true acceptance or a lack of hope?"
"I view it as just another scar. Besides, my face was ugly before I even join the military, and my career hasn't exactly helped. It's a good fit for me anyway. The Chinese and even some of my allies call me a demon, so might as well run with it. Besides, I'm not getting any younger." She shrugs it off.
She looks at the completely altered soldier. "More importantly, will she be alright?"
"Given time and treatment she can be restored, but the process both ways will alter her," the High Inquisitor says bluntly. "Were she less far gone I could mitigate any side effects of reversion, but I could instead preserve her 'self' in the event the change affects her sense of reason and personality, a process I've long began."
”...So what is the long term affect of reversing the condition? I need to know so I can make arrangements to provide any extended care she may need. What bothers me is the fact that such a presence affected so many of my men. Either it spells trouble for the populace or there was something that clicked... ...clearly certain people were affected the most, myself and the Private. I would bet there’s a reason behind it.” Inza ponders, before scowling.
”I swear though, whoever that power belonged to, I *will* punch their sorry nose flat against their face.” Inza rubs her temples.
”...Guess I need to be more careful about my temper...” She mutters, as though noting something.
"Emotions impact your transformation," notes the High Inquisitor before answering in full. "the private would experience memory loss of all recent events and be bedridden for a time as her body recovered. Depending on how well she coped with the reversal she could briefly lose the ability to move her lower body or individual limbs for a time, in which case she would need to undergo physical rehabilitation to regain control."
"...Huh...?" Inza's eyes look distant as her head looks off to the side, and she seems to murmur to an unseen presence, before the High Inquisitor notes the formation of what appears to be an angelic apparition in the likeness of Inza next to her, where Inza is looking. 
Without warning, the angelic presence seeps into Inza and the horn and patchy scales seem to shrink, and the eye gains a semblance to how it originally looked, with flecks of amber hiding within. However her other eye starts turning a blue with a faint glow to it, and her hand on the opposite side to the corruption's starts turning snow white, and Inza scowls.
"...Wasn't what we... agreed on..." She intones, before the skin returns to normal as well as the eye, though faint streaks of blue are seen on occasion through her faint green eyes. She rubs her temples, her horn now only a faint, small stub of what it once was.
"...Think I'll be fine now." Inza speaks normally and clarity returned to her eyes. "Getting some extra help from something else that swelled up within me briefly, it's helping keep that force suppressed so I can actually think clearly again. I can see how the rare Nephelam we've encountered go mad now though. Two voices in one head..."
She studies the Private. "...So, it's a rough ride for her, no matter the-" She pauses, as the private begins to stir, her eyes opening as she sits up, looking at Inza. A faint wave of pressure emits from her, as what progress comes to an abrupt halt as the plate on her body suddenly begins rearranging itself, forming a series of seams and formations that seem to formulate a warding seal, both containing her power and causing it to start building, while repelling efforts to alter the internal structure within.
Her eyes blankly look at the General, as though looking at a stranger. "Who... who are you...?" To the Private's eyes, Inza appears as a tall angelic and demonic hybrid, alienly beautiful and clad in majestic armor.
"...Huh? What are you talking about Private? I'm your commanding officer! ...Oi, look here!" Inza barks as she then looks at the High Inquisitor, and that's when her eyes widen and her expression is that of witnessing something beyond mortal's minds, too alienly horrific to bear.
She bends over and begins to gag, before vomiting intensely.
"No... no no no no!" She begins screeching in horror, but something tells the High Inquisitor that she didn't see into his armor, but rather, saw 'through' him, and saw something else entirely, but seeing him did in fact trigger something, as a pulse of power was noticed surging through her once this happened.
To the Private's eyes, she saw not the High Inquisitor, but he, Alma, and the Inquisitors engaged in battle among a field of corpses, impaled by bone like spears, the landscape a shallow sea of rotting blood, the sky is utterly absent and the stars are dim if absent. Facing them is a being the Private cannot seems to comprehend, coated in purple flames which when striking the High Inquisitor, causes a horrific death, along with most of the other Inquisitors.
The world itself begins to rot away, and the being is seen traversing the stars, rotting away all that cannot survive its accursed plague. Alma appears to have been saved by the light of a shining green star, while left permanently weakened. The survivors of the monster band together under the power of the star, and face against the unspeakable evil, but the outcome isn't seen, as the Private loses consciousness again, though the High Inquisitor feels her mind has suffered extreme trauma.
The High Inquisitor remains calm and exhales, the scenery of the castle rippling for a moment as he places a hand on the Private's head. For a moment, Inza can hardly tell if he's there or not, her senses telling her that no one is there, even her eyes, before abruptly she feels an eldritch presence near her and he can be discerned by her senses once more. He intones something, she can tell as much, but she hears deafening silence as her ears pop along with the ears of the others present. Her eyes sting and her breathing hitches, but she notes that the Private, in some way or another has been soothed.
Inza remains silent. I'm not sure what all is going on in the world, but I don't like it. Especially not if the enemy can cause such change, and wield such terrible power over people like us. One thing I do know, is that humanity can never survive if we're not willing to take drastic measures to ensure our survival. Especially if our enemy can do such things from afar to myself and my own men...
"Make sure you do whatever you can to preserve who she is. I'll need to talk with her and my men about our course of action from here. This enemy is a threat to humans the world over, it may be time for some of us to sacrifice more than our lives to make sure the rest can be who they are, and not what a tyrant desires them to be." She clenches her fist.
"In my eyes these monsters aren't any different from the Chinese, people shaped creatures imposing their dark designs on others, and I'll do the same to them as I have the Chinese; cut them apart and blow them away with every blade, bomb, and bullet in my arsenal. ...Maybe it's time we even added a few things to that arsenal. They may have disgraced us in India but I won't let them win the world."
The High Inquisitor doesn't seem to react to her words as he removes his hand from the patient, a faint silver mark that can't be focused on appearing on her forehead before fading from view.
Inza decides it's time to rest, as the prior adrenaline after everything has finally run its course and left her drained, and it appears much the same for the rest of her men.
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