Chapter 25-15 Patron of Divinity (I)

Chapter 25-15 Patron of Divinity (I)

Control the wants of another, and steer the path of their fate.

-Old Ori Proverb

25-15

Patron of Divinity (I)

[Avo]

Shotin was subsumed. Green River would soon follow. Good. Things were going better than Avo hoped. Soon, everything would be in place, and newest additions to his gestalt would behold the truth.

First, though, the Seeker deserved a proper welcoming. Welcome, Shotin Kazahara. It is good to finally meet you. Glad to be doing this far ahead of schedule.

Shotins attention drifted upward to behold Avos immensity for but a single instant before his eyes snapped back down. There, among the gathered masses of templates flanking him, stood someone Shotin knewsomeone that immediately culled all sense of awe and dread within the Seeker, leaving it replaced with but primal hatred.

Chambers leered at the Seeker, nodding in appreciation of the unfolding scene. Little did he know what was about to happen. But Avo did. And Avo sighed. Shotin. Wait

The Seeker didnt. Though shaped from memory, his template functioned much as his body would in the real, and so he exploded across his branch of Avos Soulscape in a blur of force. A savage shout came free of his throat as he sailed into the mob, arms outstretched, irises ablaze with hate.

Faster templates parted. The slower ones were knocked aside all the same. Chambers still had that stupid grin on his face when he was bowled over. The first punch greeted his jaw before he even struck plascrete. Shotin fought with nothing held backdrew not from his Heavens but his own loathing, desiring only to reshape Chambers face using his fists.

The sheer intensity of his hatred began to warp the surrounding environment. The towering blocks oozed away as the ghosts sank down to portray the shanties of Vengs standghettos dwelling in the shadows a few scant megastructures.

Fuck! Cunt! Fuck! Shotin snarled, punctuating every punch with a snarl of rage. Drawing on subsumed knowledge, Avo judged the Kazaharas form to be adequate but uncontrolled. Abrel snorted as she took in his attacks.

[Yeah. Jhred could have taken him in a brawl.]

Kare directed a protective glare at the Greatling. [Jhred Greatling could not even handle his own demons. My uncle is infinitely worse.]

Abrel Greatling took a deep breath. And decided she wanted violence. She manifested at the scene and stepped out from among the templates, calling out to Kare. [Alright, you glasser bitch. Stand and deliver. No Heavens. No tech. Im going to give you a moment in common with mommy dearest. Give your uncle some of his own demons to deal with.]

Kare shrugged her way out the crowd and rolled her shouldershe was moving the moment Abrel made mention of her mother. [No protocol to keep you safe here, Gold. You should have spent some time learning humility.]

Another submind just burned Green River. The Sang was plunging down in the form of a fox. Meanwhile, introductions were quickly deteriorating into an all out brawl. Everyone. PleaseUpdated from n0v3lb(i)n.c(o)/m

[Let it happen,] template-Draus recommended.

Just want to see them fight.

[Yeah. And itll make em feel better.]

Abrel initiated her fight with far more grace than Shotin. She circled first, her footwork a taunting blur. But Kare obliged herkept pace. For a few moments, the two women worked to gauge distance as a crowd of Regulars, Glaives, Incubi, and other supporters crowded around them and began to cheer.

Meanwhile, Shotin continued trying to marry Chambers skull to the sidewalk, unaware of how the man beneath him was planning to twist his testicles. If they could be found.

Ghosts carried Green River down in a pitched whimperher template tensing as if expecting to splatter upon the sequence. Even after landing unharmed, the jolting thud sent her into a trance of shock and confusion, her attention first locked to herself, and then to the sounds of knuckles cracking against a skull beside her.

Hey, calcalm the fuck down, Chambers cried, working to create enough space so that he could gauge the position of Shotins cock.

Unaware of the supposed acolytes brewing schemes, Shotin continued his beatdown. Rash me now, motherfuck! Rash me! Come on!

Cracks accompanied yelps of pain. Back in the crowd, Kare and Abrel were still just jabbing at each othertheir grudge match demonstrating far more refinement.

Avo considered enforcing his will on the templates. This was his Soulscape after all. All this spontaneous brawling was ruining the mood. He wanted to bask in Green River and Shotins horror. Reveal to them the truth behind the warJaus fate.

[Come on, Avo,] Corner said, joining Draus as a voice for leniency. [Theyll be scared in a minute anyway. Let the half-strands fight. Shits hilarious.]

An angry snarl slipped from the crowds. Bitch, did you just spit at me? Abrel cried.

Overwhelmed by the sheer chaos unfolding, Green River blinked and turned her snout toward Shotin, mind barely managing to force out the words. Shotin?

And the rash? Shotin said, biting back a snarl. He was thinking of all that he suffered. All the people who died from the outbreak. Was that you too? Did you tell him to do

All me, consang, Chambers taunted from behind a wall of Regulars.

The Seeker clenched his teeth. You fuck. This isnt over. All those people

Are dead, Avo finished for him. Mightve survived if you werent there. Wouldve survived if I wasnt. You are an interesting man. Tortured by the cost of our actions. Traumatized by war. But so loyal. So idealistic. It has to be worth it. You have less than two years left before the end comes. Do you know that?

Shotin opened his jaw to hurl a growling demur, but Green River spoke first. Two years? You speak of a final war?

I speak of the last war that will ever matter. He buried the point home as he dissolved the world shape of his mindscape, gave all the ghosts of this branch over to the hell that was shown to him, to the naked face of the Ladder.

The mutilated spire rose beneath Avos baleful presence, its outer shell began to crack even before it finished rising. Jaus scream came out like a whistle, but the depth of his pain was enough to made countless templates turn away.

Not Green River or Shotin Kazahara though. They were fixated. Twin minds crackling with fires of growing horror as Avo fed understanding after understanding into them.

I wish to make this known the truest way I can, Avo said, granting them the realization Veylis gave him. Believe what you want. Be loyal to what you want. Know this. Remember this. Never forget this: our savior lays screaming in the unfinished womb of utopia.

And with that, the Ladder shattered apart, unveiling the atrocity within, letting the symphony of anguish bleed without, and in seconds, both Sang and Seeker joined their voices to the chorus of Jaus pain.

***

GHOSTS - [999,431,357]

LIMINAL FRAME (V) - 215,002 THAUM/c

UPDATING INFECTION

INFECTION - [0.78%]

As Shotin and Green River suffered the epiphanies of their initiation, they were not the only ones to be anointed by Avos flame.

The first he sought was the Scaarthian who troubled him so those two months ago: a fortuitous discovery made during Chambers ill-fated milk-run for smuggled organs, the Scaarthian in question proved formidable even for a ghoul in an exo-rig. Implacable short of incapacitation.

Both qualities worth treasuring; worthy, by all metrics.

Jacking into a registry in the Nether, Avo tracked his ignorant disciple to The Roachs Den, one of the few bars left untouched during Avos sprint across Nu-Scarrowbur. Slipping into the establishments only working locus, he extended a tendril of awareness and took in his former foe.

A person could change entirely over the course of two months. No one epitomized this statement more than Avo. But the Scaarthian had undergone a literal maturation of their own. As boy, they were well over two meters and built like a compact aero. As a matriarch, they stood a little over three and made Naeko seem a toddler.

The other members of their former band were nowhere to be seennor did their absences matter much anyhow. The ScaarthianGaei anCaig as they referred to themselveswas presence enough for a solo act, plucking at an electrical guitar built along a battleaxe.

A battleaxe that was magnetically chained to a coldtech brace they wore.

Avo shared the moment with Cas, and the Columner responded with positive surprise. +Yes. By all that is holy, yes. Fantastic choice.+

The Overheaven chuckled. Perhaps the man could do with some company in the future. Assistance for his efforts. That depends on how Gaei might perform from here. Shredding the attentions of all other patrons at the bar, Avo layered a cognitive filter of their feeds and senses so he could have some time alone.

With all minds compromised but the one he desired, he molded his avatar into the form of a Night Mantis and stepped out from the darkness of the room.

The rhythm of Gaeis plucking went astray with a resounding snap. The Scaarthians eyes widened, accretion accelerated, nostrils flared. You?



Me, Avo responded. The other guests noticed nothingthe masquerade he imposed on them progressed as if reality itself. Came here to see you. Watch you play.

To the Scaathianand by the bluntness of her natureshe merely bared her teeth and snarled. Her grip shifted, and the instrument now became a weapon. Dreamed about you a few times. Got one of my consangs, killed you did. Come to finish the job, have you? See an end to things?

Come to offer a gift instead, Avo said, bidding his avatar to reach inward and extract an unused Soul.

Gaeis eyes widened, but her finger remained locked around the next of her guitar. Good. A warrior to the roots.

He would need more like her soon enoughwould be Ensouling more like her soon enough.