Chapter 21-5 Blood of Dragons (II)

Chapter 21-5 Blood of Dragons (II)

Her blade, a song of woe through time,

Her blows, her strikes, death her rhyme.

Mother against daughter, an ordeal of fate.

The future rests their clashes, hearts bound by love and hate.

But upon the tides of time an infection comes,

The ravenous beast molting, a god he becomes.

Mother and daughter are no longer the only shadows that loom,

For only will the true struggle begin when the monster mends the worlds womb.

-Unidentified Thoughtcast

21-5

Blood of Dragons (II)

Avo was in the enclave; his stolen city of light.

Avo was passing through the Sunderwilds, bound for the George Washington, seeking to root himself in its systems.

Avo was diving across his sessions, burying himself within Abrels consciousness, Kassamon, Kare, and Elegant-Moon soon to follow. Her mind was ignorant of his intrusion, his memories melting into hers, not even waking her as she slumbered.

Every splinter that parted his mind fractured his awareness further. He could spawn a legion of fragments, but he could only wield three of them. Direct them only as a unified concert. Broad focus resulted in broad effects. Meticulous work required focus and concentration; greater investitures of total cognitive capacity.

And so he began his approach as a thoughtform of three parts.

As Denton told him of her relationship with Nako, he speared first into Abrels mind. The girl was asleep, slumbering within a porcelain prison. He jacked into her senses and studied her cell. The room was aglow with a somber ambiance. Liliac on white. Sounds of a distant waterfall almost too quiet even for Abrels hearing.

The Exorcists and voiders were unaware of his hidden Auto-Seance, planted deep in the folds of her memories. They were not his equal in the art then. They remained as pale shadows now.

An exchange of memories followed. In the moment of Abrels inhale, he wove into her all that her template experienced alongside him. He left himself and the others vagaries, of course, drawing a curtain over what he desired to keep hidden. But he gifted her with a recompense of knowledge. A fitting trade for all the aid she offered.

He trawled further through her memories, filtering through the mem-data for critical moments of worth.

Surprise filled him as the face of Uthred Greatling appeared. Realizations blossomed, one following another, perturbed by the sudden dissolution of House Greatling, unnerved further by the fact that a former Authority and his Instrument of a son was seeking the cadre down in the Warrens.

Abrel, for her worth, had misdirected them from the true mark. She sculpted a story, portraying Chambers as a mastermind. A rising threat unseen, the vengeful hand of Noloth striking once more.

There was something here. Something he could engineer. New actors on the scene for him to exploit. Studying Uthred and Vators capabilities through Abrel, Avo found himself more thrilled than perturbed.

So they sought the Acolyte Aedon Chambers. So multiple parties were noticing the suspicious Fallwalker using a Bone Demon. All this could be twisted to his advantage. Offered as bait.

While he constructed his plot, Denton spoke in the backdrop, elaborating on her relationship with Naeko.

My association with the Chief Paladin is one of informational and mutual benefit. Denton paused to consider her words. Hesitation gripped her, but she remained free of tension. I am an open double agent. Ori-Thaum knows that I am compromised by Voidwatch. As does Paladin Naeko. Both entities assume this is the depths of my cross-allegiance and work to leverage their own gains through them.

Openly a spy and unofficially a liaison, Avo remarked. Fascinating how politics works between Guilds.

Fuckin messy is what it is, Draus snorted. She regarded the Glaive with a flat stare that conveyed her disapproval of the arrangement. Youre a fragging waitin to happen, consang. Just a bad choice away from a snuffin with all the daggers pressed up against your back.

Denton remained indifferent. This is the most optimal way to achieve our ends. The risks involved are manageable.

And if you end up dead? the Regular asked.

A ghost of a smile graced Dentons face. People in my line of work usually only end up wrong once. Regret is not our privilege.

And that was sufficient to assuage the Regular.

The arrangement I struck to relieve you all from Naekos arrest was twofold, Denton explained. The first was claiming you as my assets. Under Ori-Thaum or Voidwatch I didnt say. Avo caught her implicationanother angle he could use to implicate and muddy the waters for Clan DRgono. But thinks you are my hounds. And I traded him information I knew he lacked. Information relating to Elder DRongos orders to commit conspiracy to murder and frame an Agnos. The latter act openly in breach of the Accords.

And that will matter when the trial begins? Avo asked.

Certainly, Denton said. The truth will be ascertained. The transgressors will be shown for what they are before the city. The punishment is coded into the Heaven itself and requires the clearance of the Chief Paladin and witnesses from the Guilds to be delivered. Such was how previous events proceeded. As this brings all the major powers together, trials are usually proceeded or followed by moots between the powers.

Her gaze turned aside for a moment. I think that was part of Operative Thousandhands schemes. She mentioned something about favored developments should specific individuals encounter each other during one of these gatherings. How it would make them easier to prune.

Wait, so theres something I dont get, Chambers interjected. Heads turned to face him and he awkwardly made eye contact. Youre literally selling out your elder and all this other shit. Why havent they He made a twisting gesture with his hands and mimed the noises of someone choking.

Because the mem-data was obtained through other seniors within Clan DRongo. And also, I am just an agent. A Glaive. The messenger. I am a hand for multiple parties. Not the actor themselves. To liquidate me would anger many of my benefactors. There are benefits to leveraging an open identity and a role steeped in labor. And presently, Clan DRongo still believes they have the most sway over me. As does Clan Kitzuhada, Clan Kazahara, Clan Imaru, and Clan Oyaje. She paused again. I suppose a number of subsidiaries and independent Fallwalkers would be upset by my sudden removal as well.

And do any of them know your true role? Kae asked. That you are a member of Ninth Column.

The Agnos question caused Denton to genuinely smirk. I am already a compromised spy. What other secrets could I have?

This made Chambers do a double take. Wait a minute. Hold the fuck up. Everyone's fine with you being a spy because they know you're a spy and are using you as a spy against the others, and you're using all that spy shit to hide the fact that youre an even deeper spy for a secret spy organization.

The Glaive thought about what he said and simply nodded. A flavorful way of portraying my role.

He blinked in disbelief and coughed out a chuckle. What in the fuck.

Were Aegis engineered from the start, werent you? Avo asked.

Thankfully, said the district was Burners Way.

You couldnt break what was already considered to be a dilapidated wasteland since the Fourth Guild War.

Of course, Kares idea of stopping the conflict was more rooted in approaching with dialogue, Thoughtwave Detonations, and suppressive ordinance. Maru decided to jump them into the fray by hijacking an explosion to transpose them. She wasnt much a fan of the brawl that followed thereafter either. It took more than a few shockwaves to the Heaven for things to calm down.

Now, standing within the partially collapsed ruinspartially of her making, Kare nursed a sore neck and ringing ears as the leaders of each cadre threatened to do unspeakable things to one anothers corpses.

This wasnt exactly how she envisioned spending the day. She was supposed to have time off. Spend time in a vicarity with Risha. And maybe have dinner with her father later. This though

What did Uncle Shotin say?

Sometimes, the city just has to fuck you in front of everyone. Right.

...Were not done here. We need to talk about recompensation. You broke something of ours, Ogress. You break, you pay. Now. Is that going to be done through imps or other venues of satisfaction? I leave that up to you.

Instrument Idril Marasov was a square-jawed idiot who loved to point. Chrome lined the side of his cheeks and biothaumically grafted insectoid limbs jutted out from sockets along his ribs. He wore a Mantis-Incarnate bio-rig in place of inorganic armor.

Across from him, the Bloodthane Urdna agNaeg just loomed, her face forever a sneer, the shadows veiling her face a result of her three meters of height and messy dreadlocks swaying as a curtain. Bones decorated the exterior of her combat skin. Speaker grills lined her arms and shoulders, the sound distortions crackling from her pulsing metaphysically, making even the air around her shiver with vibrations.

Kare still felt the thunderous soundwaves washing through her bones. Even with her Heaven manifested, the unpleasantness went Soul-deep.

Paladin, Urdna chewed, spitting a globule of phlegm onto a cracked slab. Enough saliva left her lips to crack the edge of the plascrete once more. You tell this boy to bring me a woman to speak to. I have tolerated his insolence, but wish to speak to an adult.

Ironically, this was about as childish a thing as the Bloodthane could say. The woman knew not all clades were as the Scaarthians, sexually transitioning upon full maturity. This was a deliberate insult.

A deliberate insult that the Instrument couldnt seem to endure.

The mans face reddened.

Kare swallowed her own sigh. The entire time, the two were passing insults, and only when they wanted her to deliver an insult on their behalf did they address her.

Off to the side, she could hear Paladin Sandrupal declaring how many rounds of sexual congress he held with each of the other Bloodthane and Instruments mothers. Though his method wasnt calming things down, it did seem stress relieving.

Listen to me, you uppidity sow. Idril held out a hand. The Bloodthane slapped it. Toward Kare. Who was forced to dodge.

Citizens, she said, forcing the words out even as her frustration spiked. They seemed intent on fighting each other. Intent on ignoring her attempts at resolution. Intent on starting a war just to feed their egos.

To think people like this could be Godclads was despair-inducing.

Point that finger in my face and I will claim your arm as a trophy, Urdna sneered. It is a small, shriveled thing, but not all specimens can be worthy.

You half-strand piece of shit The Instrument took a threatening step forward.

Kare intercepted him. Instrument. No. Wait!

He planted a hand on her face to shove her aside, but she twisted under and got in his path. White teeth were bared at her, and his anger turned away from the Bloodthane. Glasser. Im going to scalp this too-tall bitch. You can get out of the way, or you can be the appetizer. Up to you.

Kare closed her eyes and breathed. Who taught these Instruments how to speak? It was like everyone owed them imps.

Try it, partling. Find out if you are mother enough in your infant bones.

And why did these Bloodthanes always have to fan the flames?

Fuck you! Idril snarled.

Fuck you! Urdna spat.

No, Kare said, her patience slipping. If they were going to fightso help her Jausshe was going to snuff them first. Enough. Stop.

And then the strangest thing happened.

Just as quickly as the violence escalated, the air changed. There was a twist in the current. A shift in the Nether. Where their accretions were churning fast, accelerating to meet the coming violence, their minds suddenly stopped, and the expression emptied from their faces.

Oh. Of course, Paladin. My apologizes. The Instrument nodded and backed away.

Across from him, the Bloodthane also bowed her head. Shameful behavior. From both of us. Truly.

Kare blinked. Both of the other Godclads peeled away, stepping back and staring off with confused expressions.

Their faces probably matched her at that moment.

What had just happened?

Turning, she regarded Maru, but found him and the other Guilders staring off in awkward directions as well, distracted by something.

Paladin Sandrupal?

Hm? He replied. Right. Good job. Rookie. He gave her a nod. Great de-escalation. You should get a medal for that. Ill tell Naeko.

The other Godclads were all oddly nodding in sync with him.

Animal fear welled in Kares stomach, and dryness settled in her throat. She turned to face the others.Just doing my job.

***

From within nine new minds, an outsider spread their influence, fangs wide in a savage rictus.

Oh. Things were going to be just delightful. Maru now. Kassamon after. And who knew how far he would spread? Who knew what he could achieve with his new gifts? With how subtly he flowed, how unknowably he moved, who, then, could stop him?