Quick note: I'm a few hours late, sorry about that. This chapter is longer than usual to make up for it.
Next chapter: February 14th.
Quick note²: I wrote this chapter while traveling. I really hate writing on my phone, so I wrote this chapter in my notebook at the ti and later digitized it. Usually, the chapters I do this way have a different writing style since I can't just press CTRL Z and similar shortcuts on an A4 sheet of paper.
Just a heads-up, since so people have ntioned that the writing feels different whenever this happens.
That said, good Night and happy reading!
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The breakfast was quick.
Neither Charlotte nor Helena brought up any serious matters. Everyone just ate and talked about lighter topics, probably leaving the "main issue," so to speak, for the end. I thought they — maybe even lissa and Darnell — might ask or bring up the fact that I was an alien, but no.
Of course, there were glances; I could almost feel the surprise emanating from Charlotte and Helena, and what seed to be a "Damn, I knew sothing was off!" from lissa. If they were human, it would've been simple to sense their emotions, but since they weren't — and the emotions weren't negative, which would've made it easier — I couldn't.
Curiously, Darnell seed to be the calst. Sothing along the lines of, "Well, I still have to work tomorrow..." Frankly, his reaction was kind of amusing to . I could see myself having the sa reaction.
Most of the conversation was led by Selina, who asked everything she could about the Proto-A: how the ship was made, the materials, its functionalities, and anything else she could think of.
To be honest, I held back on the information I gave. Not because I wanted to keep everything about the ship a secret — well, not entirely — but because I was afraid Selina might actually suffer sothing — be it a heart attack, a stroke, or an orgasm. Any of those were possible, and I didn't want any of them happening at my table while everyone was having breakfast, much less with the stream on.
Once the al was over, I had a brief ntal conversation with Jinn, and she got up to take Selina to see the Proto-A. Jinn was the best person to answer Selina's questions and keep her entertained. lissa and Darnell ended up following the two a few seconds later, each for a different reason.
lissa said she needed to clear her head and organize her thoughts. The envy on Charlotte's face was sothing the princess didn't even try to hide. It looked like she wanted to switch places with the nurse but knew she couldn't, no matter how much she might've wanted to.
Darnell simply followed lissa, saying that whatever topic we were about to discuss was probably above his pay grade. That, and he wanted to see if he could learn a few things to use in his weapons.
Jinn seed pleased to accompany the four away from the dining room.
("I'll keep an eye on them. Use our connection to ask anything if you have doubts. The mark's 'battery' is full; it should last for a few hours.") Her voice echoed in my mind.
("Just keep an eye on Selina. lissa and Darnell aren't my real concern. And don't let her go to the control room!") I shot my thoughts back at her.
With a ntal chuckle, heard only by , she and the other three left the room. I could still sense them — the air flow around them, the sound of their steps, and the mana — but I didn't focus on it.
After the four left, I cleared the table with a gesture, pulling everything into the VoidBag. Everyone fell silent for a mont. I looked around. Gilbert and Robyn didn't seem inclined to follow the others outside and remained seated to my left, even though they chose to stay silent, probably because they had the least "status" in the room.
Well, theoretically, I was a beggar, so I had the least status, but fine.
The sa went for Dylan, who stayed to my right, facing his mother, while I was facing the princess and Alalia. The dryad remained in her doll-like form, which I assud was for the safety of others.
The dryad had created a small wooden chair attached to the edge of the table and sat there, eating far more than the small doll-like body could possibly hold. It was impressive, in a way.
The first to speak was Charlotte.
"First of all, I must welco you." She placed one hand over the other elegantly. "Welco to Terraria, Devas. I hope my kingdom has treated you well since your arrival."
"Formalities?" I asked.
"You are not just soone from another country but from another world. I believe formalities are necessary." Her response was reserved. "I imagine you'd want an ambassador's visa."
"Not at all." Her expression was odd, which amused a bit. For so reason, Helena didn't seem surprised by my answer. "I like how things are currently. Even if it's just an empty title, I don't want more responsibilities than I already have."
Translation: I already have too many problems; don't screw over by piling more onto my shoulders, thank you very much.
"And didn't you say you hadn't planned on any official matters?"
"That was before I learned you were an ali—" She corrected herself before finishing the word. "Soone from outside this world. I'm afraid that forced to rethink my plans."
"Fair enough." I shrugged and clasped my hands, resting my elbows on the table. "And the word 'alien' doesn't bother . That's what I am to you."
"I felt it might sound offensive."
"It's not, don't worry." I didn't care much about it.
"... Alright. Miss Jinn and Alalia gave us a brief explanation of the matter, but I still have so questions. Would it be possible for you to answer them?"
I responded with a silent nod. Charlotte humd to herself for a mont before speaking again.
"This technology." She pointed around. "Is it sothing common in the world you ca from? I an, your ho world."
"In parts, yes. But this ship is from Jinn's world, not mine," I replied.
Jinn had explained my situation, which included hers as well. I noticed she didn't ntion anything about the stream — neither Dylan nor anyone else from my group had brought it up, by the way. Thus, Charlotte wasn't surprised when I said Jinn's ho world and mine were different.
The princess nodded before looking at Helena. The two exchanged a glance for a mont, with Oakwood's mother giving a subtle nod. Charlotte turned back to .
The next questions varied.
Could I bring more people, as I had brought Jinn? My answer was: "Maybe." Jinn was a special case, but with the Pylons — which I didn't reveal — it would theoretically be possible.
Not that I'd do it, for obvious reasons.
The third question was whether everyone of my race — humans, whose na sounded strange in her language, I noticed — was like , as strong as I was.
("She wants an army. Either that, or she's worried about an invasion.") Ozma spoke in my mind.
("Both are equally likely.") I responded ntally. ("Frankly, I don't think she needs one, with Alalia by her side.")
("Relying on one person alone for the kingdom's safety is foolish. As powerful as Miss Alalia may be, from her perspective, the kingdom was still drowning in blood.") Ozma reminded .
("And I still want to know how the hell that happened...")
I paused the ntal conversation and answered the princess with the truth: "There are stronger and weaker humans. I don't consider myself anywhere near the top."
That was the plain truth, from my perspective and knowledge. Ozma chose not to comnt, but many in the (CHAT) strongly disagreed. I disagreed with them. I knew the monsters that existed; they didn't.
[BrowCranwen]
This guy doesn't consider himself near the top... I must be closer to a worm than I thought.
[So-Tan]
On a global scale, no, but for humans, in my opinion, you're at the top.
[TheBestAndMostBeautifulThief]
I must be made of wet paper, then...
I ignored the comnts that appeared as cards in front of . Charlotte didn't seem to believe my answer, judging by her expression. Neither did Helena, but neither of them insisted. Alalia was content to stay silent and watch, as were the Terrarians on my side of the table.
After a few more questions, she reached the topic I had been expecting.
"Do you intend to help us with this current situation?" The words carried a hint of trepidation. "If not, what would it take to change your mind?"
I noticed Helena furrowed her brow for a mont but chose not to comnt. I had an idea why. Charlotte seed desperate, not even waiting for my response before offering sothing in exchange for my help.
She had been the acting princess for quite so ti, frequently dealing with nobles, as I had briefly researched. For that reason, I doubted she didn't know how to "play the ga." I couldn't understand why she was giving away cards like this for free…
"With the storm, the sick, or the traitors?" I asked.
"All of it."
I thought for a mont before answering: "I have a few conditions—three in total—but yes, I do intend to help Terraria." Not just because it was the best option for as well, but because I had friends here. This was their ho.
"What conditions?" she asked after a mont, her voice carrying a more regal tone than before. "Na them. If they are within my reach, I shall grant them."
Unclasping my hands, I replied after organizing my thoughts:
"First: information." I raised one finger on my right hand. "There's so information I want that I couldn't find in a library or by asking Dylan. I feel the Crown or the Order of Guides might possess it."
It was brief, but I noticed a flicker of what seed like anger—or sothing similar—in Helena's gaze when I ntioned the Order of Guides. I ntally filed that away under "There's definitely sothing fishy here." Charlotte didn't take long to respond.
"I imagine you'd rather say what information after the fact?" she asked. I nodded. "Very well. I cannot promise I will have it, let alone speak on behalf of the Order of Guides, but I will do my best to obtain it. What is your second condition?"
My gaze briefly landed on Alalia.
"Alalia—"
"If my body is required for your assistance, I would gladly make that sacrifice." The small wooden doll spread her arms wide.
I ignored the ssages in the (CHAT), Robyn's amused huff, Charlotte's scandalized gasp, Gilbert's restrained laughter, and Dylan's sigh—which was synchronized with his mother's across the table. Both even brought their hands to their foreheads in the sa way.
"It's my fault; I should've expected this," I said, just as with Jinn. "You seem happier, more relaxed," I comnted.
In our conversation yesterday, she had been tense, walking on eggshells. Now, even in her doll body, she seed more at ease, even teasing .
"I am happier," she agreed with a quick nod. "Hopeful."
"Sothing to do with your conversation yesterday?" Helena spoke for the first ti. She looked at the wooden doll before turning to .
"Sothing like that. We just talked about the future." It wasn't a lie, but I preferred not to go into detail.
I quickly returned to the main point, raising a second finger.
"My second condition is materials. I want to acquire so possible resources. Just like with the information, we can discuss this later and reach an agreent."
I had a bit of palladium from Pink's armor. It was different from the palladium I kept in the VoidBag, in almost every way—stuff I'd picked up in HOTD and Remnant. I wanted to check if cobalt or any other HardMode ore was the sa. Cobalt was easy to acquire on Earth, but in Terraria, it should be rare.
Of course, it wasn't just that. Plants, fish, dyes, and any other material that could be useful also interested .
Charlotte rely nodded and remained silent, waiting for to finish. I raised a third finger on my right hand.
"My third and final condition is this: I want to see the prisoners on death row or the most heinous criminals the kingdom has."
Charlotte wasn't the only one surprised by the request. Everyone turned to stare at with varying degrees of shock, the least affected being Alalia and Dylan.
"I need to know why," the princess replied after recovering.
Before answering, I stretched my right arm, palm up, toward the center of the table. Everyone followed the motion with their eyes. After a second, I brought my Aura to life, forcing a light pulse through it, enveloping my entire arm in the bluish-gray tone of my soul.
"Ohhhh! So that's why your soul's outline looked different!" Doll-Alalia exclaid, jumping from the tiny chair she was seated in. Without wasting ti, she ran over to my arm, poking my Aura with her finger and causing it to ripple slightly.
"This is Aura, sothing I managed to awaken in Jinn's world," I explained while the dryad continued to touch my hand. "In short: it's the physical manifestation of my soul, a shield that covers my body and is fueled by my soul."
This ti, Dylan spoke first. I could feel mana pulsing in his eyes, even without turning to look.
"What are the benefits and drawbacks?" His tone was restrained but noticeably eager. I noted his left hand trembling slightly, as though he could barely stop himself from grabbing a pen or pencil to take notes.
"Besides the barrier, which can withstand a considerable amount of damage depending on the person, there's an increase in all physical paraters, including the body's natural regeneration, and the awakening of a Semblance. Well, most of the ti," I explained briefly.
I knew so people never awakened their Semblances in their lifeti, but those were isolated cases. The vast majority eventually discovered theirs.
"And what about the disadvantages? Well, I'd say there aren't many, aside from your emotions becoming more 'visible,' easier to sense for any being already capable of such a thing." Like the Grimm or my Nightmares.
However, there was the fact that having a part—even an external one—of your soul exposed probably made it easier for any enemy capable of damaging souls to attack. I knew a few who could do that in Terraria, especially in the Corruption. Still, the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks.
Helena was next to speak: "There weren't any Terrarians in the world your companion ca from, were there?" I nodded. She furrowed her brow slightly before her eyes widened. "You want to use the prisoners as experints." It wasn't a question.
"Theoretically, any living being with a soul can awaken Aura… But, as you said, there weren't any Terrarians in Remnant—the na of Jinn's world. I'd rather the first person I help awaken Aura be a criminal whose soul collapsing or exploding wouldn't bother than one of my friends…" I let my voice trail off at the end of the sentence and glanced around for a mont.
Across the table, Charlotte's face was set in a frown, which faded after a sigh, as though she had co to a conclusion. Helena simply appeared thoughtful, showing little emotion on her face.
Alalia continued poking and examining my Aura with great interest.
On my side of the table, reactions were more varied: Gilbert's brow was slightly furrowed in concern, as though he didn't approve of the idea of human—or Terrarian—experintation. The man had undergone sothing similar in Jille, so I could understand his hesitation. But he chose silence over words.
Robyn, like her father, seed to be struggling with so internal conflict, though hers was much lighter and brief. I noticed her waving at for so reason I couldn't comprehend as she gently placed a hand on her father's shoulder.
To my right…
"How confident are you that Aura is compatible with Terrarians? After all, we're from different worlds and races."
...Dylan didn't seem affected in the slightest.
His eyes glowed the usual blue hue they always did when he used his innate magic. His brow wasn't furrowed, nor did he appear disgusted by my proposal. None of them did, really—just varying degrees of disagreent. But Dylan simply didn't seem to care, for one reason or another.
"Quite confident. As I said, theoretically, anything with a soul can awaken Aura." Ruby's damn dog had Aura. "My precautions are just for the worst-case scenario." ssing with souls was serious business, and I wouldn't take it lightly.
Even though I had Ozma and Jinn to assist —the two most experienced people in Remnant regarding Aura—I still preferred testing it on soone who deserved to be dead long ago rather than on any of the people at this table, especially those on my side.
"I…" Charlotte began, then hesitated. "You ntioned sothing about a Semblance. What is that?" I noticed her shift the subject mid-sentence but chose not to comnt.
"If I were to compare it to sothing in Terraria, it would be akin to innate magic." The surprise was evident in almost everyone. The only one who didn't react was Alalia.
"It varies from person to person. So can run at speeds far beyond others; others can absorb damage and return it; still others can create clones, turn into smoke, or craft illusions. I know soone who can even create glyphs, sothing akin to Mystic Symbols." More like Runes, really, but close enough.
Each mber of Team RWBY, along with Neo and Roman, made a remark—be it an emote or a "He's talking about !" when I ntioned their Semblances. I would've done the sa with Penny and Qrow's, but the forr didn't have one, and the latter's was too complicated to explain, so I left them out.
Saying his Semblance could be "bad luck" didn't seem all that polite, either.
"Do you… Devas, do you know what you're saying?" Gilbert touched my shoulder, speaking with a serious tone. He still looked worried, though I sensed it was for another reason. "No, forget that. Do you know what you could demand for this?"
"I'm fully aware."
"And yet you offer this knowledge for free?" I turned my gaze to Charlotte as she spoke. From the way she looked at , it was as if I'd grown a second head or opened an eye in the middle of my forehead.
"Didn't I request information and materials?"
"No." Helena's tone was drier and more serious than before. She scrutinized for a mont. "Your first two conditions were tied to Charlotte's request for help. The third is just to ensure the Aura awakening isn't dangerous. You didn't ask for anything in return."
I stared silently at the duchess. She held my gaze. It was impressive to know she was Gilbert's age—nearly sixty—when she barely looked thirty.
After a second, I replied, "It's true, I didn't ask for anything." I nodded and continued in a neutral tone: "What do you think I should ask for then, Helena? Millions of gold coins? The rarest materials in the kingdom? A vast piece of land? Or should I follow Selina's suggestion and demand slaves, maybe even the princess's hand in marriage? Think I'd make a good king?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlotte shrink back at my words.
I stared at Dylan's mother for a few more seconds before sighing and averting my gaze. I poked Alalia's doll on the forehead, noticing she had stopped manipulating my Aura when Helena began speaking, then withdrew my hand, interlocking my fingers once more.
"I don't want anything. Not for this." I stated. I could negotiate for other things or simply get what I wanted on my own. "Get the information and so materials I asked for and help ; that's paynt enough."
"…Help with what?"
I turned to the princess, who had asked.
The shadows under the table darkened and filled with eyes. Only Dylan and Alalia seed to notice the change—glancing down briefly. I pointed my finger in the direction opposite the kingdom… before answering.
My voice ca out deceptively neutral—to , at least, though it echoed throughout the Proto-A. Judging by so reactions at the table, sothing must have slipped through.
"To kill whatever's in that storm."
The truth was, there was nothing I wanted more than to kill that Eye.
[…]
"Are you stereotyping this dungeon by any chance?" I asked. The whole place was dark and dimly lit, though well-maintained. There wasn't a single cobweb or speck of dust. Even rats and cockroaches were nonexistent, as far as I could tell.
Still, the environnt felt very much like a dungeon from so dieval fantasy kingdom. The sa could be said for WinterHord. The difference was that this one had far more Mystic Symbols on its walls, ceiling, and floor—so of which I didn't even recognize. I committed those to mory.
"Uh… no? I think?" Charlotte looked montarily confused, turning to glance at . Her face was illuminated by the small orb of light floating beside her. "It's the standard design for dungeons throughout the kingdom. At least, the ones sanctioned by the crown are like this. Prisons for minor cris are different and located above ground."
I accepted the explanation at face value, shrugged, and continued following Charlotte, who led the way to the prison for the kingdom's most heinous criminals.
We weren't alone: Dylan, Helena, and Alalia were with us.
lissa had opted out due to work. She'd also ntioned hating dark and cold places, likely a trait picked up in WinterHord, so she probably wouldn't have co anyway. Out of everyone, the nurse seed to be struggling the most with the recent "revelations," so to speak.
Darnell, like lissa, had gone to the hospital—heading for his patrol shift. The man had briefly spoken with before we arrived at the kingdom, asking for advice on improving his equipnt. I saw no reason not to help him.
Robyn and Gilbert had different reasons: knowledge and status. The dungeon we were in lay directly beneath the palace—or almost. It was slightly to the north, under part of the palace and one of the Guild's bases, but that was a minor detail.
Even though they were my party mbers and, if I pressed the issue, neither Charlotte nor Helena would object, they didn't have the "status" to be here. Only a select few held that privilege: the royal family, the Oakwoods' matriarch, the royal mage, and a handful of others. Dylan and I were exceptions.
I also didn't think it appropriate to ask them to accompany , even though father and daughter said they would if I needed their help. Robyn had gained so experience in WinterHord and now with the storm, but she wasn't really a contractor and had no real reason to be here.
Gilbert was different, but the old rchant had work to do—sothing that had recently increased due to the kingdom's events. He had struck several deals, including one with Dylan's mother, and was now supplying provisions to various areas of the realm, including the "city" that had ford around the walls.
Lastly, Selina. The Steampunker had stayed aboard Proto-A with Jinn. The forr was in an almost manic state of insight, muttering to herself while sketching prototype models and designs in a small notebook she had pulled from her Travel Space. anwhile, the latter supervised Selina, monitoring for anything unusual in the surrounding mana or in the storm itself.
"By the way, can I take a look at so of the sick people later?" This flu epidemic slled of sothing worse. "I've got a useful skill for that. A larger and improved version of analysis magic."
"My daughter and Alalia found nothing," Helena pointed out. Her tone wasn't accusatory, but it seed to ask: even knowing this, did I still believe sothing might be there?
"I know, but it's better to be sure."
Aside from being more sensitive to foreign things, I also had the stream to assist . If it turned out to be nothing, great; but if it was sothing, I'd rather burn it in the womb and stop whatever it was from being born.
"We can go to the central hospital afterward," Charlotte agreed with little resistance. Helena chose not to argue. Alalia, resting in her arms, nodded before her voice echoed softly in the surrounding wind.
"I don't think I missed anything, but I've been fooled before…"
After a few minutes of walking through dimly lit corridors and past several tal doors, we arrived at what seed to be containnt cells. They were reinforced with thick bars inscribed with Mystic Symbols. Each cell had a unique set of matrices, and every prisoner was shackled in chains similarly engraved with symbols—these varying chain by chain, prisoner by prisoner.
So cells had glass walls, others bars. So were made of raw tal, with only a tallic door or a small window. A few were identical, others similar, and so entirely unique.
You know, thinking back, I'd associated the term "heinous cris" with murder, rape, torture, and the like. But in a world where magic existed, that list could be far more extensive. Considering that all the prisoners here seed essentially sealed away, that list was undoubtedly much worse as well…
It was almost instinctive. I pulled the Bone Helm from my inventory and placed it on my head. The widening of Dylan's eyes said he recognized where—and from whom—that item ca. I ignored the four who were now staring at with curiosity and suspicion and focused for a brief mont.
The shadows deepened. The light illuminating the environnt grew frail.
"... Why are these people still alive?"
Not one of them had committed fewer than heinous cris. Not one bore less than ten or more innocent lives on their conscience. None of them should still be breathing...
Sins. I could feel them. Each one.
The Shadowfla writhed within . Hunger. It wanted to use it. It pulsed just beneath my skin.
"Twenty-seven victims. Twenty-two children. Experints with earth, crystal, and stone magic. Murder. Torture. Terrarian experintation…" I looked at the cell to my right. A man stared back at in terror, behind the glass. The air around grew cold. "He wanted to create a golem as intelligent as a person. Sothing self-sufficient."
"'Children are more malleable. They adapt better.'" I spat the words. I could 'hear' them, 'read' them. His sins spoke to . Whispers in a windless place. Dispersed words.
The color was purple.
I turned, my gaze passing over the four others present in the room. One shone blue, analytical and concerned. Another, light green, frightened. A third, brown, cautious. The wooden mask on the doll's face reflected recognition.
"Forty-nine victims. Twenty-three deaths. All won. Potions. Slow poisons. Murder. Torture. Poisoning. Slavery…" The woman in the cell recoiled, the chains clattering against the bars. "She envied every woman she killed. Loved watching them writhe, seeing their skin lt away."
"'Commoners and slaves should be as ugly as their roles in society.'" The words spilled out on their own. "She envies you two, Helena, Charlotte. Your beauty."
The corridor's chill turned dark. The light shifted to a purple hue.
"This fla…" I ignored Alalia's whisper and kept walking.
With every cell I glanced at, the Shadowfla grew frenzied. It followed the sa path as sothing more innate within . It flared outward. This hadn't happened in Remnant, even though I could see human sins much more clearly than Terrarian ones. An old job. An old mory.
An old habit.
Numbers began appearing in my mind. They rose and fell rapidly before stabilizing on specific digits.
"198 years, 4 months, 12 days, and 23 hours." A glass-walled cell. A man.
"126 years, 5 months, 8 days, and 1 hour." A tal, steel cell with no view. A woman.
"83 years, 2 months, 29 days, and 17 hours." A barred, steel cell. A woman.
"837 years, 9 months, 15 days, and 21 hours." A cell with no door, only a small window. Bronze. A man.
All monsters. Every single one of them. All the fla wanted.
I heard Ozma calling to from within my Spiritual Realm, concerned. My response was simple: "I'm fine." The fla was part of . It didn't want what I didn't want. I wasn't influenced; I was the one who influenced it.
Its whispers were words I wanted to hear. Words I would say. My will.
I stopped before a "common" cell. tal bars. Mystic Symbols. An old, filthy man.
I stared at him. He trembled. My gaze didn't waver. His voice was muffled by the matrices on the walls. I read his lips. His pleas were ignored. Dylan's voice, however, I heard.
"Devas, my friend, my brother, look at ." I turned to him. Brown and a blue glint t brown and a purple glow. "You're not yourself right now. I don't know where that fla ca from, but the rest… it's identical—or almost—to that deer. Is it you or the mask? Insanity?"
The concern in his voice danced around the fire, reaching . He was a good man. His number was nonexistent. His sins, insignificant.
"I'm fine, Dylan. Don't worry. It's . It's always and will always be ."
My response reassured him. Not completely, but mostly. His trust in was imnse. He sighed in relief. Helena chose this mont to answer while Charlotte seed frozen.
"Everyone here is serving a life sentence. This is the kingdom's worst prison."
"Why?"
"Lack of sufficient evidence to sentence them to death. Many also have influential families." She looked around, disgusted, before turning to . "But you seem to know all their cris."
"The fire knows. The fla knows. I know."
"The Shadowfla…" Alalia's voice made the environnt lighter. Happier. She tilted her head, curious. "I didn't think it still existed. I couldn't sense it before. How did you acquire it?"
"W-what is that fla?" Charlotte clutched the doll against her chest. "I can feel it judging ."
I answered both questions simultaneously: "The fire of hell. I got it in Jille. Tad it only in Remnant." I didn't elaborate further. I let them form their own ideas. I'd explain to Dylan later.
I glanced at the cells for a mont before a thought arose. I asked dryly: "And it didn't occur to you that, if they escaped, they'd be in the perfect spot? Beneath the palace and one of the Guild's main headquarters." I stared at Charlotte and Helena. "Every single one of them hates you two with everything they have."
"It's impossible—"
"As impossible as you talking to an alien?" I interrupted the duchess. "As impossible as that sa alien killing another? In WinterHord."
She fell silent. I scoffed. Charlotte's eyes widened.
"The traitors of your vision, Alalia… Could they have?" Her voice was a barely audible whisper. Dylan was the only one who seed confused. The duchess mirrored the princess's wide eyes as the doll in her arms responded.
"It's likely…" Alalia's words didn't confirm it, but the possibility was enough to tense both Helena and Charlotte. "Damn, it's very likely they freed them…"
"And even weakened, they'd cause so damage." That's if whoever freed them hadn't healed them first. I turned to the man in the cell. "Just another drop in the ocean of reasons I have to kill you."
He couldn't hear my words. I knew that. The cell's matrices blocked sound—on both sides, though they could be disabled—and vision, limited to the inside looking out. However, just as he could "feel" , he could sense the intent behind my words.
He fainted.
I tore open the cell door with bare hands. The fire made him wake. Dense shadows shaped the eight black hands that lifted him into the air.
"You know, Marchel, how many you raped?" His na surfaced effortlessly—the fla whispered. My voice sounded delirious, even to . "Do you know the exact number? Or should I say it?"
"No, please! It wasn't my fault, the maid seduced !" His words disgusted . Everything about him was repulsive.
"He lies." Charlotte's firm voice made my face turn. My gaze made her recoil montarily, but she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "I rember him: Marchel Lyero, forr lord of the Lyero family. We managed to charge him with slavery, tax evasion, murder, torture, and rape—nine victims, that last one."
Marchel tried to scream again, but one of the shadowy hands gripped his throat.
"Wrong, princess." I shook my head as the old man writhed in the air, terror etched into every muscle of his face. "You're good at hiding bodies. Hiding victims. Experienced…"
The number of victims had three digits.
"One hundred and twenty-three. You raped every single one of them. n, won. Children, the elderly. And you enjoyed them all. You tortured each one."
The number the fla whispered had four digits.
Before anyone could intervene, my lips parted. A chant erged from . One of three. Two were born from the Shadowfla. The third was mine.
... Only mine.
"For it is in sin that we find our essence and ruin…"
Everyone in the prison froze. Most in fear. Three in shock. One in awe.
The old man beca even more terrified. The purple fire rose.
"Through it, we beco the personification of temptation and choice, shaping the shadows that devour the world's light…"
I dislike this role. But here, now, it was necessary. The fla is mine and always will be.
Sins are Sins.
"Infinite in corruption and unbound by redemption, I claim your soul and, by my hand…"
I could see it in his eyes: The fear. The man. The soul.
The first remained until the end.
The second burned in the fire.
The third the fla wanted in my Spiritual Realm. I denied it.
Hell awaited him.
"Condemn thee."
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There are three chants that belong to the Devas. Two of them exist thanks to Shadowfla, a kind of "sharing," so to speak. The third is sothing entirely his. They will appear in the future.
Have a good Night and happy reading!
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