Dissidia Calamitas Infinita NT/Tesendar/Vereor Nox

==Events==
Note: these should be placed in chronological order.
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Saturnius=
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Iae=
Iae returns to the throne room alone. A ball of light is raised above her hand to guide her way; it shines with a pale green radiance that does not shift or change. Like crystallised light, frozen and constant. Eos floats behind her, silent companion as always.
Away from her companions, all trace of gentleness has dropped from Iae's face, leaving behind only a blank determination. Though Diabolos looms over her tiny form, she approaches his throne without fear. He laughs at this.
;Diabolos: LitTLe OnE, yoU ARe fAR fRoM hOMe. 
;Iae: Obviously. Which is why I am here to see you.
;Diabolos: AlL bUSInesS? I LiKE tHaT.
;Iae: I find that surprising.
;Diabolos: I ALsO liKE LyINg.
;Iae: Alas, I have to be all business for now. In better times, I would at least offer you tea.
;Diabolos: No TImE foR BaNTeR, MATroN KaLLiNAr?
;Iae: If you know enough to call me by that name, then you know why. Time is lives. 
:I understand that you offer deals.
;Diabolos: FoR tHOsE thAT cAn PAy.
;Iae: I don't care about the price. I can pay it.
;Diabolos: We ARe NoT iN UL'dAh. yOU hAvE no RIcHeS or NeTWorK hERe.
;Iae: I have relied on myself before. When one has nothing else left, then one can pay all that remains.
;Diabolos: wHAt ShAlL iT Be, thEN? A wAY hOmE? saFETy foR YoUr FriENds? KnoWLeDGe oF tHIs PLaCe? 
;Iae: Please. Let's not stereotype, shall we?
:I want the knowledge and ability to destroy summons. What say you?
Again, Diabolos laughs. The sound booms and shakes the rafters of the fortress, and deep within its recesses, a mass of shadow curls up and quivers in a parody of sobbing. In the city beyond, a small girl looks up towards the distant fortress, then runs to hide. Iae smiles sweetly.
;Diabolos: GrANtEd, MaTrON KaLLiNaR. I loVE a SoUL in LoVE wITh DeStrUctION.
;Iae: I wouldn't go quite so far...but I pray you find good use of it, in time. The contract?
She proffers a small scroll to Diabolos. He takes it with odd delicacy between two claws and peruses it with glee.
;Diabolos: FiNE wORk.
The contract evaporates into a cloud of swirling purple mist, not unlike that produced by the factories outside. This fog coalesces into the shape of a needle tipped by an exquisitely cut garnet gem, like a fragment of Diabolos's wings. Unerringly, the needle arrows into Iae's chest, where it pierces her just over her heart. She tries not to scream; manages to limit herself to a thin wail.
;Diabolos: I AccEPt.
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