Daemon

They went back to the castle, just after chit-chatting a slight bit with the 'twos' once again, for telling them that their ancestors are still alive is only a polite thing to do, surely, and first went to the 'two' coordinator...

"Did you say... there are others of our kind out there... but enlarged...? How is that possible? How could one be... one? Enlarged, but still alive, too? Quite a confusing world, this is..." They were confused too, I should tell you...
"Indeed, we could hardly believe it ourselves, but... it was there, and they claimed to have lived for centuries..." Pax replied... such immemorial time, no?
"Dear me, could they have found the secrets of immortality? Perhaps we could consult them, and... but we would rather not become 'one'... we feel this is our 'unit' now, if you know what that means..." A unit of two? By definition... not...
"I guess... uh, would you know how to get back to the continent from here, by the way?" Straight to the point...
"Ah, you would need a crystal to do so, but since it is a shorter distance than before... I believe a smaller version would suffice. I could manufacture it soon for you... while you wait you can tell the others about our... relations?" What could they not manufacture...?

So, the 'two' kept adding this, and that... while the others happened to say...
"Others... ones...? Scared, they must be..." Said the one directly below to the main room in the middle... clearly having trouble with grammar.
"Well... they seemed rather resigned to their state of affairs, now... a bit like the archetype nearby, perhaps, just observing..." Clemens replied... why would one 'resign' to 'observe'?
"How does... archetype not destroy? Strange concept, our presumptions..." Presumably creatures can change...
"They seemed to have learned not to..." Learn is a strange concept for someone who spends forever in a cave...
"Interesting... I shall learn further, too!" Such ambition...
"Weak we were..." Alliteration again, I see...

"We... from another universe... bigger? Did they... eat a lot? I bet they did..." The one around the area of the fridge did say... clearly only one thing on their 'palate'...
"Actually... it is the one place where we did not see any food..." Clemens once again replied, but if there was food... would it be ruined too?
"So strange... and here we thought food was the only way we could get bigger... and they are not even in pairs? How they can be one, and yet bigger, is baffling... oh, perhaps they drank something to make them bigger! That would make so much sense..." That drink... can it shrink too? Although I suppose these 'twos' are supposedly their default sizes, already...
"Well, to be fair... it would make as much sense as the present reality does... I mean, we even got an archetype to accompany us..." The more the merrier...
"Oh! Do they... know how to cook?" Why...
"Doubt it..." Obviously...
"What if... archetypes come from a universe which has totally new types of food?!" Now that is thought-provoking...

"Archetype... does not destroy? Does it... need fixing?" The one from the left-side room uttered, clearly having a one-track mind...
"Ah, ha... probably not. If that was the 'fixed' state, then... we are all doomed..." Pax replied... imagine 'fixing' one's destruction...
"This world... odd... and just big 'ones'? Able to understand... not... science try, may... but difficult, a bit..." It is odd only if you let it seem to be odd, if one may say so...
"Yes, well... that is the point of discovery..." Indeed...
"I guess... and the 'testable hypothesis' here may be... that since strange things happen near archetypes... wait, what could happen to us...?" Clemens added, trying to logic his way out of this...
"I think... only if it intends to annihilate... which it might have done when it first landed in the place now ruined up above..." Ventus replied, making the situation sound perfectly reasonable despite a reaction of panic being what some have...
"Well... hopefully we are not 'ruined' now..." Pax tried to reassure, apparently concluding this conversation between all within this party...
"I wonder if there is an archetype of snow..." The 'two' concluded, due to their obsession with the substance all around them...

"The miniature crystalline item is ready! Feel free to use it whenever you want... I also made sure you are also able to return here if you so wish!" The coordinating 'two' said then, after concluding all the talking...

Then, they used this novel crystal, to arrive in the main continental area, and straight to the castle, for who wants to bother with the people in Nix if one can procrastination in some spooky abode... they were, at any rate, curious as to how this will turn out...

Turn out it did... the first upper floor seemed to be accessible now, and within they found... besides the brilliance of the diamonds contrasting with the darkness of the universe... what seemed to be... possibly holographic images of... someone they assumed to be the monarch, but this was strange, for every time they went onto one they disappeared as soon as something was said, and as such, due to the hazy atmosphere too, the trio assumed this was some re-enactment from the past... possibly before the possession of the archetype?

"I happen to be so alone, in this time and age; I feel as if I expired, and soon to be extinct..." This is what made them think this was the monarch, for they only ever read about extinction in relation to this institution before, in this very castle... also, in front was a stone slab, which happened to say "here lie the ghosts of ancient, whose only timelessness was the emotional value of collectives..."

"Ancestors, what ever shall I do? Not that I mind too much, but if I let go I would be the very last of my kind, and you would never possibly look upon that positively..." Wait, he was an ancestor worshipper...? Well, I suppose, slightly more interesting than other types of religions, possibly...? Hey, one could always consult the archetype, soon... and on another large stone... "here lies what was once a construct of purely sociological substance..."

"These scrolls that inscribe the very essence of my kingdom... I wonder where they happen to come from? Our recent past has gone so well, too, why then would anyone put these up?" Gone well? I suppose we were sort of told that the more outlandish madness began recently, presumably after the meeting with the archetype... but, scrolls? Perhaps that is what these ethereal creatures use? But, why? Are not scrolls physical... not ethereal...?

"Fear, for archetypes shall annihilate."
"Fear, for houses are built on crumbling rock."
"Fear, for only the ethereal reigns supreme."
Well, that is definitely some threatening vertical paper, but honestly, why would anyone effectively sell their 'soul' just because of some writing? Would that not have been even more of a risk? Being alone and all, one supposes that changes perspective...

"Are these a direct threat to me and my stable prosperity so far, perhaps? Why else would they be here?" But how stable was it, really? A foundation not directly voted to be built by anyone? That could never be; prosperity, on the other hand, might be more subjective...

"Dread, for despair is dark."
"Dread, for dreary is dire."
"Dread, for detestation is doom."
These other scrolls... they seem to have a fascination for one specific letter, too. If it was a different one I would have suspected the 'twos'... but they are far too cuddly to write any of this, of course. This is all... definitely... dark...

"If only I had someone left to consult with... but they all seemed to evaporate into thin air, just before shrieks could be heard for some reason..." Shrieks...? Could it be, perhaps... the giant beetle and maniacal clown... were once sane civil servants, or something?

"But how would I handle the social contract, if I were to...?" Presumably he is thinking about possessing the archetype at this point... but, really, what contract, with such a fundament...?

"Ah, but everything was so smooth too, despite being the last institution of the kind... could archetypes be rebels?" Not... quite... you see... well, hopefully he got to know what they are before totally consuming him, I suppose?

"No, the ethereal seems to be... I see... so, this is an existential threat, is it?" Yes, it surely is... so, will he give in? Find out in the next episode of...

"This... power... this... immense... energy... such... intensity..." There we go... weak personalities, and all... but, this monarch was not as one-dimensional as we might have always thought up to this point... clearly, other things happened in the background... more than these spectres reveal too... and the internal, unspoken conflicts, no one could know about, too... but, in the end it is still a fact that in order to try to sustain this the monarch resorted to some bizarre concoction...

They proceeded upwards, to this room which seemed to be made out of the universe itself, it was quite the sight, and at the very top of it was this creature... not quite the recognizable form of the (presumable) monarch we just saw apparitions of... it was a more otherworldly creature... one that seemingly integrated the universe in itself, too...

"You... are... you! What have you come here for, after so many centuries...?" So, presumably, he is not quite speaking about the trio, for they have, in all likelihood, not lived that long... I suppose Ventus might have, looks being deceiving and all, but who knows at this point...

"To put a stop to your meddling, my old friend... I have observed you for so long, but finally I have this opportunity to end you, once and for all..." Is what the perceptual archetype who just so happened to have become our companion (one would think) said... 'end', though, is strong...

"We... shall... see... about... that..." Is what this other, more malevolent archetype uttered... as if anger cannot be contained, and yet is still trying, for some reason...

"We shall, but if you truly think that through sheer instinct, and no contemplation whatsoever, that you will have the upper hand... you will be sorely mistaken..." One supposes this is what the perceptions of our new associate have indicated...?

"What makes you think I have no grand plan...? Do you think I merely took over some individual's mortal coil...? We can play chess if you so wish, but be also mindful that we will not have an eternity within such a game, and so your centuries of observation will come to no use..." Well, that seems fair, after all chess is never play for all time... or is it? Time does seem to slow down a tad bit...

"En... garde!" Is what our friendly, ethereal colleague now said... admittedly, not the most thoughtful of phrases recently said...

After quite a bout... this was a formidable, grandiose creature pretty much outside of time itself, after all, and so, it needs to be said, it had a lot of... fortitude? Well, thereabouts, at any rate... after all that, the battle ended, but not quite in the way the trio, or apparently our immaterial ally, had thought it would end...

"Ah... what is happening, where am I? Last I remember..." The monarch said, dishevelled, and more physically devastated than we could ever glimpsed prior... worse than our impression from all the writings could ever impart, too...

"The mortal... where has the ancient archetype gone?! They have fled their coil... we have but defeated a human..." Is what our insubstantial fellow stated... perhaps outwitted, despite all those centuries of pure observation? I suppose a strategy can do that...

"We have defeated the monarch... but... was the archetype really in control of all the actions thus far? Have they really disappeared from here? Have we still a problem, then...?" Pax finally admitted, as if somehow he never even considered this possibility... then again, truly, does he ever consider anything? Well, perhaps eating strange food...

"Unfortunately... it seems like we might have... but, for now, the immediate threat Ignis posed seems to be over... for the future, though, who ever knows...?" Is what our intangible mate now said... but, really, how is it over if the malevolence has merely escaped...?

"Have we... not been mindful enough of what our problem was...?" Clemens proposed... for once, it indeed seems mindful consider that we have not been so through out journey, but I am of the opinion that we could still rectify all this...

"Not necessarily... you see, I think archetypes have indeed more of a will than any mortals ever could... but there is still consent that is needed, the monarch still conceded to the archetype, and in turn... ironically, it merely led to the extinction of not just the institution, it appears, but life itself..." Ventus asserted, seemingly knowledgeable about ethereal matters, which should really be what is expected, considering that is their stated specialization...

"This is sad, really... a confluence of forces seems to have been the problem, but in the end we only managed to separate them, for now..." Indeed, Pax, we merely detached reality from the ethereal, but that does not mean that, like magnets, they could not simply conjoin once more...

"Indeed... now, it depends on you, your will, as to how to proceed, but as always... be mindful..." Is what our incorporeal friend now said, as if... somewhat of a hint, a challenge, perhaps? Or maybe just my perception...

The trio, then, and... their odd sidekick... observed, and thought about their next move...

If they were to go back to the source of the original perceptive archetype to consult, they were to say...
"What would one do now that the main object of intention has dissipated into the ether? Well... the east seems to be the general direction of desire, one thinks... nigh Nix, it so seems..."