Chapter 22-1 Inheritor of Shadows (I)

Chapter 22-1 Inheritor of Shadows (I)

We call it the Heart of Noloth.

Dont worry. We have it well-trained. We had the faith culture this one into being a particularly stupid god. The sacrifices are made to believe that it is more beast than personthe shaping made easier by the fact of its arrival.

Oh. Do you know it holds the temple? We discovered both the god and the holy site together. You can say they were entwined from the very beginning. Sometimes, when the air is calm and the pantheons are squabbling, we have it reach beyond the darkness of night to chart the void beyond. Hm? Whats there? Oh. Chaos and ruin. That is what lies beyond our realm.

The Heart is fed now, though. Worry not about stepping into the dark. After tasting eight thousand slaves it will be compliant. It will take us wherever we wish, ferry us to every corner where its shadow lies. It would have been better if she wasnt with child. It has been known to steal those from slaves sometimes. Weep not if you suddenly find your womb emptied.

I suppose nothing can be done about it now

No!

Nono! No! Put away that ridiculous weapon. You cannot cut darkness. No! No! The light! Quench the glow! Yes! Yes, fine! I suppose you, in particular, have a way to cut at darkness! Now

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Do that again, and I leave you in the black and make my apologies to the High Priest.

-Lesser Acolyte of Noloth showing Jaus Avandaer and Zein Thousandhand the Heart of Noloth

22-1

Inheritor of Shadows (I)

The darkness seized them all in its ravenous embrace. Though capable of twisting chronology to its whims against Avo, the rules of asymmetry were now turned against the dragon, its emanations of light enwreathing struggling desperately to hold the lashing shadows at bay.

Tongues and tendrils drained projected manifestations and recalled miracles. Undulations of shifting force shifted in the void, swatting down to hold the dragon in place, trying to grip Avos slithering form, but lacking the dexterity to contest his speed and morphological asymmetry.

And countless leagues beyond the George Washingtons still disintegrating husk shone a resplendent shell, its etheric incandescent building the dark found itself blessed with new purposeto feed upon novel succor, to learn the flavor of dragon and Godclad both.

With everything in motion, Avo wasted no time, quenching his flames and reasserting his Delusions. Immediately, he sent two splinters through his Auto-Seance. Both would be commanded by his Subminds for separate tasks.

The first would seek to achieve what hadnt been done earlier: locating easy targets for a final harvest of deaths. In the aftermath of the Nethers destabilization, the vicious and vulnerable were in a state of disarray, gangers and Syndicates open to infiltrationseeding opportunities for future slaughter.

There was a good chance that he couldnt manage to grant Zein her final end. That he would have to operate with caution beyond caution in the coming days. Better to stack the deck as best he could and position himself to claim deaths when the opportunities arose.

That being said, just because he might not be able to kill Zein didnt mean he was out of options. His second submind interfaced with Kare, the Paladin quickly approaching Naekos position on the DeepNav. He inched into her periphery awareness and sequenced new memories in place: knowledge connected to the George Wasingtons gateways, and what to anticipate.

Thousandhand really shouldnt have told him about Naekos power. Or his importance. And with everything already past the point of no return, why not break the paths some more? Why not inconvenience her further, give her former disciple something to focus his ire?

Besides, there was more than a measure of schadenfreude involved. Especially as he ensured Kare knew all about what Zein was planningwhat was fated to happen at the trial. As memory sank in, the real Kare struggled against rising nausea in her and Marus speeding aerovec.

+Dont worry. Ill be keeping watch over you. Wont let her have you.+ With his promise cast and the essential details uploaded, Avo broke the link before she could respond.

Her template did in her stead. [Bless you, Avo. Thank you. For everything.]

Avo fought the urge to laugh. If righteousness could always come bundled with acts of cruel vindication, he doubted he would be the only decent ghoul in existence.

Of course, this was all just the consolation prize.

Back near the destroyed voidship, Avos base mind was still set on a single objective: to seize any chance he could and kill Zein Thousandhand once and for all.

A thread of synaptic iridescent flicked along the plane of darkness. A sudden shove sent the remaining modules of the George Washington tumbling aside without inflicting any damage. Scarcely more than two kilometers remained of the once impressive voidship. The rest was gone. Over fifty-five million metric tons of self-shaping matter came apart in a ballet of debris. Motes of disintegrative entropy spilled from its hollowed core, parts of the structure evaporating still. More of the ship had been wrenched apart by digits of grasping dark.

Even still, there was something tragically noble in how the George Washington clung to life.

Reactive sinews of tubular smart matter condensed into straining cords, the system clearly trying to preserve whatever it could, despite the lack of a guiding intellect.

This was a vessel designed to protect its crew to ensure their survival, whatever the cost. It had no part in the misfortune it faced. No chance to guard the fate of its crew against wretched fate. No means of denying the darkness intrusive touch.

One of its shifting spinal rings broke as the crystalline lattices affixing it to the ship succumbed. It tumbled thereafter and struck another, layers of spinning concentricity collapsing in a calamitous cascade.

A memory called to Avo. A moment from a month ago. He recalled the George Washingtons intact visagea fibrous tower woven over melted cubes, its outer edges ovular, gravity maintained by the churning of three vast rings.

No more.

All that wonder and design broken with an exhalation of his Heaven.

Peace glared out through Avo. [We had that temple for over three centuries. Three fucking centuries. And you just fucking lose it in a month. Break it fighting that sow, Thousandhandwho you shouldnt have]

HEART OF NOLOTH (SPHERE IV)

WARNING: REND CAPACITY SPIKING

REND CAPACITY: [ERROR%]

EXTERNAL RESONANCE BLEEDING OVER

DOMAINS DETECTED

- [SPACE]

- [SHADOW]

The demiplane ruptured open like a torn sack, and Avo found himself squeezed out from an alleyway in the gutters, his Fardrifter blasting out as a line of hurricanes. Before he was dislodged from the collapsing space, however, he watched his Fardrifter reward his trust, slamming two snake-like heads down on the dragon while the rest of its being screamed with rising joy. Free! Free! Free!

Nuclear detonations and eldritch phenomena splashed and vanished into twisting whirlwinds of shifting space. Unsteady buildings were torn from their foundations as Avo found himself drawn upward, rising to meet Layer Onethe horizon greeting him as pockets of accretion amidst spawls of dissected blocks. A ripple of gold pulsed against his Frame. The dragon accelerated time again, but he had it now. Well, his Heaven of Air did.

In most other circumstances, unleashing a Daemon would have been a desperate act at best considering how deleterious they were to their users minds and uncontrollable during their rampages, but Avos Heavens were weaned from true self-awareness. Capable of forming dialogues with himdisplaying character and traits he understood.

The Fardrifter might have seen him as something of a jailer before, but this offering of laxity on his part ensured at least temporary loyalty from it and also coincided with the collateral devastation of the Heart.

Zein, meanwhile, was someone they could both hate. She was a Godslayer, in more ways than one. A woman that had shackled time itself. And neither of them would ever get what they wanted again if they fell to her grasp.

And now, one way or another, he would see her suffer for her intentions.

He directed a splinter out to where the Heart of Noloth lay via an Oversec into a passing Exorcist patrol drone. A twelve-kilometer zone at the center of a Sang bioform processing complex became ground zero. Darkness stretched and writhed around the area, stretching and distorting n everything in its vicinity.

Immediately, he began jacking into the Paladin Oversecs, hijacking golems with the appropriate Domainsand therefore Rendsinksto drain away the Heart of Noloths instability and achieve equilibrium.

Concurrently, he prepared to update Kare on his exact whereabouts on the DeepNav, but held back for a beat. He didnt want to draw Naekos notice yet. Not until he had no other options.

+Fardrifter: Reel them in,+ Avo said. To his continued surprise, the Anathema obeyed, distracted as it was. It neighed through the air as spatial reality thinned around its twisting winds. The dragon tumbled upward, and so did Zeins body, now wrenched free from the creatures protection. All was not well, however. The Godslayers metaphysical scab was already beginning to break.

Avos focus narrowed. He reached out, Sanguinity manifesting as clawing claws to seize her body, to flood her with Rend.

No. Cease! The dragons shout was drowned out by the Fardrifters laughter. The metaphysical architecture of the Heart of Noloth was collapsing, miracles flattening back into mundanity as the eye collapsed, as every last bit of physical matter went whistling out through a few thousand ruptures.

He sank his ontology into Zeins an instant before her resurrection, impaling her on branches of calcified lightning in retribution for how she struck him earlier.

META-FAC ACTIVATING

TRANSFERRING REND FROM [TECHPLAGUER] TO

WARNING!

->RESURRECTION - 100%

Avo growled internally as the mem-data flickered and broke. But even as Zein returned, he knew the attempt to be in vain.

[Three,] Peace snarled in frustration, the sight of three interfaces belonging to three other unused ontologics aside from her Fisher still taunting him. [Fucking three other Heavens! The cunt was playing with you earlier!]

Part of Avo suspected, but the truth was often a bitter thing to learn. So be it. Consolation victory it was.

Avo! Zein snarled, body turning as the Fisher That Wasnt splashed into time itself.

A shame.

A pity.

A foreseen possibility.

He cast his current position over to Kare.

Akusande! Zein called, her voice echoing loud with the spreading of the paths. The dragon transformed again, golden threads spooling back into a glaive, spearing toward Zeins open hand, an army of her echoes already pulsing into existence, slashing at his Fardrifter.

The glaive never made it.

A palmtwice the size of a megablockmanifested just beneath Layer Ones holographic sunrise and descended, pinning Daemon and Godslayer in place.

Avo, meanwhile, left but a sliver of ghosts present in his corresponding sheath and fled the scene to secure the Heart of Noloth as a consolation prize.