4.42 In Which the Dark Lord Courts Death

4.42 In Which the Dark Lord Courts Death

Khariss insisted on bringing along a single emotional support necrospider, or at least so I assume its function was as the thing immediately scuttled into one corner of the small parlor to which it had guided us, folded all its legs under itself and hunkered down trying to look as small as possible. Its pretty funny how eight glowing green eyes are suddenly way less terrifying than they should be when you can see the nervousness in them.

The vampire folded herself into a large armchair, huddling into a ball with her arms around her knees and her head leaning against one of the wingbacks, looking justmiserable. Tired, frightened, and terribly underfed; she was even more piteous than the spider once the anger had drained out of her.

This really was a hikikomori I was dealing with, I realized as I studied her. That was exactly her condition, and that was going to have to determine the strategy I used here; my initial plan of using bombast and force of personality to trample over her was likely to make her shut down or lash out blindly. This was going to beproblematic. Id never dealt with one before in person. Thats kind of the point of hikikomori; you dont deal with them. You pretty much cant. Man, was this outside my skillset.

Never send a rock star to do a social workers job.

What cannibals? Khariss asked quietly, not meeting anyones eyes, and I realized Id let the silence stretch out while the three of us stared at her. Oops, probably not the best start.

The ones you hired, I said. The bandits you were buying corpses and body parts from. The ones who had sole permission to pass through squirrelfolk lands because the squirrels were afraid of antagonizing you.

The vampire squinted at me, not otherwise moving. What? I know about them, they were justwhoever was around. Criminals. You said cannibals.

Yes, those cannibals, I replied in rising exasperation. This woman made it really hard to remember my resolution to treat her gently. Every bandit gang who you did business with took to eating people.

Khariss scrunched up her whole face. What? Ew. Why?

For a moment, I could only stare at her.

It was not every such gang, Zhylvren interjected smoothly. From what we have recorded across the years, barely a majority of them. A consistent but not universal pattern. While we did not interact with them personally one bit more than could be helped, every previous Seer who kept watch over their passage noted no signs of magical or even alchemical alteration in them. It has been my belief and that of my mentor that this was merely the result of desperation and bad examples.

What examples? Khariss demanded shrilly. I barely talked to them! I dont like talking to people!

You took desperate, starving people, already reduced to savagery on the outskirts of their own culture, the Seer replied, her tone calm and even. I assume you bought blood from them, as well as body parts? Your activities, the commerce you did with them, set the example of a person who sustains herself by drinking from living veins, while also tasking them with the collection of dead bodies, and pieces thereofteaching them to think of people as a commodity. And what followedfollowed.

Thatno. Khariss hunched down even further, burying her face until only red eyes peeked out between her sleeves and the fringe of her unkempt hair. No, I didnt I wouldnt make them do that. I needed those parts, they werent supposed to Ugh, no one would eat people unless they had to, take it from someone who knows! Thats not my fault!

Oh, the things I could say in response to that. Zui caught my eye and shook her head once. I nodded; she was right. Wed get to that but this conversation wouldnt go anywhere if I backed the unstable vampire into a corner and agitated her.

Well, I guess thats one mystery solved, I said, deliberately keeping my tone inappropriately light for the subject matter. Good, were making great time. So! Lets chat about Void altars now.

Khariss hid her face and began rocking back and forth.

I inhaled slowly, steeling myself with all the effort I could muster. Fucking hell, I did not have the temperament for this. Give me a stage to perform on Or zombies to blast with lightning. That I can do.

There was a light touch on my arm, and I turned to Zhylvren, while Zui silently padded across the carpet to stand next to Kharisss chair.

There is no deception in her, the Seer murmured very softly. Her familiar hissed at Biribo and she flicked its nose without breaking stride. Not merely that she did not lie to usshe has no deceptive intent. I have never seen a person so utterly lacking it. Delusion, yes. Beware this womans misperception of reality, Dark Lord; she has conjured a world more bearable than the one she hid away from, and ripping the pretty pictures off her eyes will send her into a panic. But I think she will only try to deceive herself, not us. It seems almost as if her ability to deal with people has so atrophied that she no longer perceives the option of tricking others, much less the method.

I really needed to sit down with Zhylvren and have a discussion about her Blessing of Wisdom. I expected that to end in a mischievous runaround, both because ones Wisdom perks were highly personal strategic data and because Zhylvren was just like that, but hell, I didnt need her whole biography or anything. Just some notion of her capabilities and how they worked. Having a living lie detector with me for conversations like this was going to be invaluable, but it was hamstrung if I didnt know enough to play to her strengths.

That was tomorrows problem, though. Now, I just nodded silent acknowledgment, taking her at her word.

Zui was speaking, softly enough I couldnt make it out from over here, but in just the last few second shed gotten Khariss intermittently nodding. After finishing my little sidebar with Zhylvren I deliberately hesitated, giving the goblin a moment to work. She was probably the only person here who had the specific skills of this task; that was why Id brought her.

That, and for no other reason, dammit.

I know this isnt an easy conversation, I said aloud as soon as Zui trailed off and looked over at me with a nod. And we cant be all day about it. But as much as possible, Khariss, Im glad to let you take your timewhatever you need to gather your thoughts. So, then. About the Void altar?

She peeked up at me again, then over at Zui. The goblin smiled encouraginglywith closed lips, wiselyand patted the vampires arm. Khariss heaved a sigh that made her whole body swell and then slump.

It wasthat was here before, she whispered. Clan Gwylhaithe had a Spirit, but during the Crusade It wasnt my fault, I wasnt here! I was in Lancor, and whenafter When she

I forcefully quashed my impatience and controlled my expression as she trailed off in a whimper, her lip trembling and eyes beginning to well up again.

Take your time, Zui urged quietly. She actually produced a clean handkerchief from within her jacket and reached up to wipe Kharisss eyes.

Then grimaced when the vampire grabbed it and loudly blew her nose.

Everything was falling apart, Khariss whispered. I came back here because I mean. Where else could I go? It had been my home, too. Butmost of the Fflyr hadnt sided with the Crusade even after the Dark Lord freed us. Contemptible ingrates, she hissed, her mercurial temper flashing back to bitter rage. They deserved it, every one of them!

Im confused, I interjected, seeking to redirect her attention. Yomiko freed the Fflyr? If you needed to be freed How did you have a mansion and a village like this?

Oh, no, we took it when my Yomiko came here, she said, swelling up with pride. Like everywhere else, it was the Dountol who ruled. The rest of us were property. The other elves and I were kept as house slaves, the half-bloods and less working in the fields.

Holy hell, a complete reversal of the current situation. Id read accounts of how the Fflyr had been subjugated by those they now called lowborn, but it all had the stench of propaganda and I hadnt been inclined to take it very seriously. Here was someone whod been there, though, confirming that account. It was probably a good thing Aster had stayed outside in the hall. She had not been happy about that, but shed be even less happy to listen to this.

So Yomiko cast down the powers that were, I murmured. The slaves became the masters. You left with her, but the others remained here to rule. What happened then?

The Lancoral were invading, Khariss whispered. Butcleverly. Sly jaguars, the lot of them, preaching about honor and chivalry and then never fighting their own battles. They funded and organized and propped up Fflyr rebels, sent their missionaries to convert them to the Radiant Temple. I dont I dont know what happened here. The others They didnt agree with me about following Yomiko, but they werent stupid. I couldnt piece together what theyd done or why, and I went over every rhid of this house looking for evidence for the next few years. Maybe only one of them got stupid and greedy, thats all it takes in the end. They corrupted the Spirit, and the devilRead latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Did what devils do, I finished when she trailed off again.

If they werent directly involvedat least their souls probably werent taken, Zui offered, looking up at me. Just the actual Void witch. It takes very rare circumstances for a devil to be able to get anyone elses soul. I doubt it happened here.

The devil was all that was left, Khariss said, staring emptily at the carpet. Everyone was dead. Everything was falling apart. The last remnants of the Crusade withdrew to Shylverrael, and the few light elves who were still loyal to Yomiko had tochoose. Convert to her enemies, or live as slaves againbecause there was no way the dark elves would tolerate us as anything else in their city. I was

Biribo, I said, is this even possible?

Uhno. Not really, no.

Khariss flinched as if someone had slapped her, but I turned a focused stare on my familiar.

That was a pretty hesitant answer, Biribo. Im used to you being more emphatic. Or at least confident.

He zoomed around in a circle, a sure sign of agitation. Boss, I dunno what to tell you. Shes talkin moonbeams and fairy dust, here.

You know what this reminds me of? I mused. Kzidnak. Right after we learned about Jadrak and Hoys plot. You and Radatina considering the possibility he could use a loophole to sell other peoples souls to that damn devil. This is exactly what the both of you looked like then, when you had to consider something youd never thought could happen but was technically possible through an exploit of the Goddesses system.

I looked pointedly at Zhylvrens familiar, which was scampering agitatedly back and forth on her shoulders. She remained as calm about this as everything, simply raising an eyebrow when it finally came to a halt and stretched up to whisper in her ear.

Lemme put it this way, Biribo said in clear exasperation, shes got about as much chance of pullin this off as you have of kickin Virya off her throne and taking over.

So, I said with grim satisfaction. It can be done, theoretically.

Boss, do you have any idea what kinda jiggery-pokery youre talking about here? he exclaimed.

Well, I mean Soul magic is a thing, Zui said thoughtfully. The devils prove it. I cant say Id recommend taking up anything that requires using their methods, though. In fact, Im gonna go ahead and advise you not to

Not just them! Khariss burst out, leaning forward eagerly. There are Spirits that can contact the dead! I know of three that are able to communicate with fallenHeroes or Dark Lords. None of them are accessible anymore, but that just means it can be done! Within the Goddesses system, it is possible!

Thats probably how the Devil King learned about it in the first place, I mused.

You are talking about exploiting the absolute highest levels of the whole thing! Biribo snapped. Its a thought exercise! Just in terms of pure math? Sure, theres a teeny tiny eensie weensie infinifuckingtesimal chance of maybe pulling off something adjacent to that. But in real world terms, in terms of something actual people could actually accomplish? Forget it!

Zhylvren calmly grabbed her own familiar, which was squeaking with increasing urgency into her ear, and gently pressed it against her chest, stroking its head. The little creatures vivid disgruntlement was a sight to behold.

It seems to me, the Seer commented pleasantly, that a thing which simply could not be done would be dismissed as such by these little agents of the Goddesses and their system. Thisinsistent denial that it is worth pursuing suggests that a method exists, and they know it.

Her little squirrel familiar swelled up in muted outrage and I had to grab Biribo to stop him from dive-bombing her face like Radatina had tried to do to me once.

And, Zhylvren continued, that the Goddesses would emphatically prefer that it not be done.

So, lets consider this logically, I said. Actually resurrecting Dark Lord Yomiko would mean First, Khariss has to figure out how to restore a dead body to fully living status. I dont think Yomiko would appreciate us trapping her in the desiccated bones she has to be by now.

Thats real fucking tactful, Seiji, Zui growled, reaching up to pat Khariss, who had just buried her face in her hands to muffle a sob.

I ignored all of this, obviously. Second, we would have to figure out soul magic. The steps in that are figuring out how to retrieve a soul from wherever it is they go, and then figuring out how to reattach it to a body, and all of this requires fucking around with the ultimate secrets of the entire system of magic in ways that we have no realistic way of doing and frankly no idea where to even start.

We would also need to obtain the previous Dark Lords body, Zhylvren pointed out, which is, I believe, interred in a heavily secured crypt which is one of the most famous monuments in the Lancor Empire.

Ah, yes, right. Okay, taking all that together, I kinda think Biribo called it. This is not happening.

Thank you, he exclaimed.

However, I continued, allowing a smile to rise on my face.

Biribo groaned and melodramatically flew face-first into the wall.

Dark Crusades are chaotic affairs. This ones only been going a few months and Ive already run into stuff thats outside the normal operation of the magic systemthings the Goddesses would probably prefer not to have people poking around in. Sowho can say?

Youre not seriously thinking of offering to help her with this, are you? Zui demanded. Whats the point of promising to do something you know you wont be able to?

That is how Id word such a promise if I were an idiot, Zui. Rather Im willing to offer to assist with Kharisss little science project to the extent that I can and it doesnt undermine my other goals. Whats the harm in that? Its a promise I almost certainly wont have to keep, those are the easiest kind.

I accept! Khariss babbled, shooting to her feet. Ill do anything!

Whoah, hold your horses. We need to be clear about whats being offered on both sides here. As I said, Khariss: I am willing to extend to you what help I can toward this, as long as it doesnt go against my other, more central priorities. To me, this will never be more than a side project. I can provide you with materials and resources to advance your researchin fact, we have an entire science division and I bet my head alchemist would love to get his hands on you.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and retreated behind the armchair, glaring suspiciously at me.

Dont worry, Youdas good people, I said with amusement. That was poor phrasing on my part; nobodys going to touch you. Heres the deal Im offering, Khariss. Youll come with me, rejoin the Dark Crusade, abide by its rules, and apply your alchemical knowledge and other skills toward its objectives. In exchange, I will grant you a research budget and materials, as much as is economically feasible for us, to continue refining your work. To the extent that we have budget and personnel for it, Im even willing to assign you a staff. I realize yourenot a people person, but scientific research advances much faster with more minds and hands working on it.

That might be worth doing just for its own sake, Zui said thoughtfully. Much as the idea squicks me out, fact is theres a lot the Dark Crusade could do with zombies. Especially if we can help her refine the process so theyre a little moreyknow, useful.

And, I continued, should the opportunity arise for me to advance your goal in unforeseen ways, such as gaining insight into how soul magic can be performed, and as long as doing so doesnt harm my people or sabotage my goals, I will promise to do so.

Anything! She clutched the back of the chair, fingers vibrating with the intensity with which she stared at me. I will do anything! I accept your terms!

I held up a finger. One more. You, young lady, are going to have to work on your social skills, because you need to make some apologies and amends for all the various damage you have caused.

Khariss scrunched her face again. What? Me? What did I ever do?

Zui heaved a sigh that I felt in my soul.