Wish upon the Stars (Original Superhero cultivation sci fi litrpg)

[Malcolm Tent]

strode out the door fast enough to be noticeably hurrying but not fast enough to seem panicked. Mephistopheles was a methodical, implacable kind of guy, and I wanted to really cement that image.

Rayden caught up to me within seconds, jogging without any worries about image. Lucky bastard. "Hey, Fist-o! Wait up."

"I have changed my mind." I intoned. "I do care how you address me. You will refrain from using such a ridiculous moniker for my person." I didn't mind Fist that much, but Fist-o wasn't anything I wanted to go by.

"You got it Fisty." He said with a thumbs up. "I'll keep going through nicknames until we find the perfect one. It'll be Fisteriffic."

I almost groaned out loud. It was like dealing with Bethy. Actually it wasn't, Rayden wasn't half as endearing. I really missed my vampire bestie. And Benny, and Jessie. But I shook that off. If the act of talking to people made me homesick, I needed to socialize more than I thought. I sighed. "Fist-o is acceptable."

"No can do Fisterino." He chirped. "I refuse to call you something that you so clearly hate. I'll never use the name Fist-o again. We'll find you the perfect nickname Fistocles."

"Oh look." I drawled as we rounded a corner. "A distraction."

His head whipped around, his lips peeling back in delight as he watched what appeared to be a giant green ferret made of lightning jump on a towering figure with the head of a bull as it tried to smash the beast into the ground. It dissolved into a shower of verdant sparks as the bull man roared his anger.

"Puddles!" Shouted a green haired girl in a green leather jacket. "Tanner, what the actual fuck? It takes him hours to reform when he gets destroyed, what are you waiting for?"

A figure appeared behind bull man, climbing his back and reaching around with a dagger to try to hook back and slit his throat. The knife got caught in his fur and he reached back, grabbing the formerly invisible guy and hurling him at a nearby building. The armored sneak hit the shadows of the building and melted in, and I heard the green girl sigh.

"Fools!" Boomed the minotaur. "You speak to me as equals? I will crush you all!"

I knew Mephistopheles wouldn't do anything. He would probably just watch and enjoy the show…but I was still Shane in real life. I was a hero, or I tried to be, and I wasn't going to let this big asshole crush these people because they'd TALKED to him informally. My instincts were screaming at me to help, and I tried to listen to my gut. Withdrawing my staff, I stepped forward, and I reached for Limbo.
Despite the month of training, I hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to work with Limbo. It didn't work on people too far above my rank, and most of my sparring partners were. Still, I'd been workshopping the pseudo Domain. After a month of backstopping and tweaking the imagery, I'd managed to refine the ability into something both more useful, and more deadly.

As I stepped into the First Circle of Hell, I felt the world around me shift. Not overly much, not a full change. It was less like a real Domain and more like a film I'd laid over the world that lubricated my powers a bit.

My mind split. Piece of Mind creating parallels of me to parse the information from a combination of the Overlay and Eye of Revelation.

The last time I'd used this ability my mistake had been following the narrative in the heat of the moment. I hadn't done my due diligence, hadn't shaped the pseudo Domain to be what I needed, and so it shaped me. This time though, I'd done the work, come up with the legend I needed, and I had tied it intimately into who I was.

Moonlit Night to set the stage, Eye of Revelation and the Overlay to predict their actions, Piece of Mind to parse the multitudes of possibility, and the hyper corrosive black flame of Belial and Mephistopheles to destroy the other options.

Rather than manipulate him with the Domain like a puppetmaster, i identified the possible outcomes, and used the power of my destructive energy to eradicate the paths they had until they walked the one I wanted. I still controlled and deceived, but this was more in like not only with my destructive side, but with my Fatewalker nature.

The minotaur spun, roaring at me, and I saw a thousand reactions, blazing through my head like an infinite map. In a feat I wouldn't have been able to do without my pseudo Domain (I was just going to start thinking of it as a lowercase D domain for ease of consideration) I saw all the possible outcomes, parsed and analyzed them as a dozen people, and discarded the ones I didn't want.

My staff licked out, explosions of dark energy destroying possible outcomes as I boxed the minotaur in, getting rid of possibilities before they could be realized and slowly constraining the big bastard to dance on my string like a puppet. I felt that cold, sadistic joy well up in me again, but it was muted this time, balanced by the Fatewalker and by my own new and more powerful soul.

The bull man roared, diving forward…into my staff. An explosion knocked him back, and he fell right onto a strike as I Double Troubled behind him. Every step was like destiny, implacable, inevitable. I wasn't just beating him. I was making him beat himself, smashing into my staff at the exact right time.

It took only a few seconds for him to drop, flesh sizzling and burning from my powerful dark corruption. Everyone around us was just staring at me as I let the First Circle recede, the domain returning to where it came from. I felt a surge of weakness after it was gone, but not enough to seriously bother me. Much more manageable than before.

Rayden whistled. "Damn Fist, that was fucking brutal. Did you guys see that? That was some 'quit hitting yourself' type of shit."

I almost laughed, before I remembered I was playing tall dark and brooding, so I just loomed ominously. The one upside to the shock and awe approach I'd taken was it had been so overwhelming people had forgotten to ask WHY I'd done it. I probably just seemed like I wanted to kick the shit out of some huge powerful Ascendant.

"That really WAS awesome!" Chriped the green haired girl. "Thanks for the save, big guy. I'm Vesper, and that over there is Tanner. Puddles is my summon, though he's gone, and our friend Archimedes was setting up a big attack to take down the beefcake over there." She gestured at bull guy. "Still, it was really nice of you to lend a hand."

Shaking my head, I boomed. "I simply wished to test my strength against a worthy foe. Your fates were immaterial to me."

She chuckled. "Whatever you say, big guy. I can tell you're a big softie deep down."

"Right?" laughed Rayden. "He's definitely a nice guy. I can tell." He grinned charmingly, holding out a hand. Rayden Strent, at your service milady." He leaned down to kiss her knuckles and she rolled her eyes, though she smiled at a bit at the gesture. "I was just about to step in to help.

Desria snorted, her seaweed hair drifting oddly on the light breeze in a way that resembled actual underwater plants. "Can you not be a shameless flirt, for like…five minutes, Ray. These people are probably our competition. I'm guessing you guys are here for the selection like we are?"

Vesper shrugged nervously. "I mean…maybe? I'm not sure. My faction is kind of under a lot of pressure. I'm from a system near here, and when I heard about this…I don't know if I really have any other options, but a lot of these gods don't really sit right with me. I'm still deciding on whether we're going to enter."

"We are." Said another voice as a tall blonde man with broad shoulders stepped into view. Over one shoulder he was carrying a massive war maul, the head glowing with condensed power. Archimedes, I took it, and that would be his big hit. The fact that it was still teed up was a bit alarming, and I immediately went on guard.

Rayden seemed not to care, and Desria remained relaxed, but Cavallo, the big quiet aqua haired member of their trio, narrowed his blood red eyes at the other warrior, sizing him up.
Vesper glared at the blonde. "We decide that TOGETHER, Archie. And we haven't. Tanner and I are still on the fence, so unless you want to go it alone you'll wait for us to make a decision. I don't appreciate you trying to bully us into falling in line.

"Tell you what." Rayden said cheerfully. "Why don't we treat you all to a bit of food. We were just going to break bread and get to know our terrifying friend here before your fight caught us off guard." His tone was bright and inviting and I felt kind of…confused.

This wasn't going how I expected. I thought everyone who showed up here would be an edgy lunatic hell bent on crushing people under their boot. These people all seemed…nice. Just friendly Ascendants my own age. Sure the minotaur was a dick, but that still wasn't like…evil. These people were here for their own reasons, and they weren't all bloodthirsty monsters like I'd expected.

But that didn't matter, really. I was still going to have to get through them to win this. To beat them all so I could be free of my great grandmother and my family could be back together. Granted, my dad would still probably be off doing whatever until I kicked his ass and dragged him back, but being able to go visit my grandfather in the Holy Dominion, see where my sister grew up. It all sounded like a dream.

So I firmed my resolve and settled into my character, but I also promised myself I wouldn't ignore this feeling either. Callie was there with me, her love and support giving me the resolve to do what I could for these people. People like Vesper and Rayden might be decent despite their desperate situations, and if they were, I would help them.

I could have Sorana pick them up on the Acheron when I left if I felt they were worth saving. So I followed the group back to the tavern, and we all sat down and ordered. I got some shepherds pie and a mug of root beer, and everyone was suitably terrified when they saw my mask mouth open.

After we decompressed a bit and got to know each other, I turned my attention to something Vesper had said. After a brief pause, I finally asked. "Tell me about 'the selection' as you call it. Tell me what you know of those who are chosen."

Vesper chuckled. "Seems like its the least we owe you. We can do that. I don't know how much it'll help though. We just heard a rumor and came here on a whim. I THINK someone said something about the selection happening in Deltaverde, but the trip there is taking us a while." She coughed in embarrassment. "We're not used to B-rank planets."

I got that, though I couldn't say so. Rayden had no such compunction, however. "Yeah there's an adjustment period. Don't worry, you can stick with us. We can track down Deltaverde together. Once things kick off we might be rivals, but there's no reason not to work together until then." He grinned at me. "You're invited too, big guy." I thought for a second and then nodded. Having some help certainly couldn't hurt. I'd take what I could get.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"So you're making new friends?" Asked Callie as I leaned back against the wall. She'd manifested a copy through my shadow, and it was curled up next to me. "Because I'll be honest honey, you can be an acquired taste at times." She winked at me. "I joke, but seriously, new friends are always good."

"Unless they're evil psychopaths who are going to end up being our enemies." I pointed out.

She shrugged. "Do they seem like psychopaths? I trust your divination Skills to keep you out of trouble, and as long as they don't try to stab you in the back, I don't see why you couldn't offer them a spot with one of your factions. You know your mom and Chelsea would be perfectly happy to scout some new talent."

"We'll see. I have to get to know them better." I was still in my armor, but with my mask off I felt more myself. It was strange how much that aspect of things had changed. I used to feel naked without it, but since Black Sorrow changed it, it didn't feel like mine anyway. I was going to have to ask Zeke to make me a better one when this was over. "Speaking of Chelsea, how is she doing?"

My wife snickered. "Not bad. She's learning to use both her abilities, and to try to slowly mix them in combat. Bethy keeps trying to 'help' and Chelsea gets flustered when she's around and accidentally blows herself up."

"That sounds like her." I snickered. "How about Abel? Anyone heard from him?"

Her snicker became a full on cackle. "He calls Mel to complain like every day. I'm sure they talk through their bond too, so I think he just wants to make sure we all hear about how pissed off he is. Apparently Morgan is not a gentle teacher."

My own grin matched hers in sadistic amusement. "Gosh." I drawled maliciously. "That's so sad. I can't imagine what it would be like to suffer at the hands of a cruel and capricious teacher. It certainly wasn't my INTENTION for him to suffer in such a way. I'll keep him in my thoughts."

She rolled her eyes, and was about to respond when a knock sounded at my door. I tensed, grabbing my mask and sliding it back on. I hadn't heard anyone coming, which meant Stealth, and my Danger Sense wasn't pinging so they weren't hostile. I came to my feet slowly, nodding to Callie as the clone melted back into shadow. She couldn't help me from where she was, those clones being far too fragile for a prolonged long distance fight.

After mentally preparing, I strolled to the door and pulled it open, glaring down at the person on the other side. "What?" I snapped.

The figure before me simply stared back, unaffected by my ire. "Mephistopheles." Came the voice from under the darkened hood like the rustle of dead leave over a cold gravestone. "You are requested in the dining room." The face beneath the cloak wasn't visible, but a mask was. A half face mask carved of black wood to resemble the top half of a skull, with bright red eyes that cast a dim glow over the unrelieved darkness inside the hood. It gave the impression the mask was floating in an empty abyss, and was deeply unsettling.

"And who are you," I intoned. "To command me in such a way?"

"Attend or do not." Rasped the figure. "But know that if you choose to defy the invitation, you will forfeit all rights to the divine selection. The eyes of the dark gods are on this world. Your trials have already begun, and they watch carefully. Be warned, for if you are not a willing vessel for their power, your only choice is to bow to their awful might by force, and for those who stand against their fury, only tragedy awaits."

There was a flutter in the air, and the figure dissolved into a few drifting black feathers, which vanished as they touched the ground. I rolled my eyes. "Melodramatic ass." I muttered as I turned to head for the stairs.

To my complete lack of surprise, Vesper, Archie, Rayden, Desria, Cavallo, and Tanner were all converging at the top of the steps. We'd all chosen to stay in the same inn, though obviously our rooms had some distance between them. Still, thinking back, I should have heard the hooded figure addressing any of the others, or even knocking on their door. Whatever the thing was, it had some interesting tricks.

Thinking about it, I suspected he might be some kind of servant of Delthrys, the god of secrets. It would certainly fit.

"Fist!" Called Rayden as I joined them. "Good to see you got the call too. Anyone know anything about creepy mcweirdmask back there? Because I tried a few of my analysis Skills and I got jack and shit."

Archie shook his head in annoyance. "Likewise." He grunted. "But they did give me a fun little ultimatum. I take it we're all heading downstairs to meet with our new friend now?"

"I chafe under their assumptions." I rumbled. "But I came for the selection. To throw away my chance for greatness to sate some fleeting sense of personal pride is pure foolishness. I will attend this conclave."

Vesper nodded. "Pretty much where we landed. We should stick together then. Just in case our new friend has impure intentions."

Nodding solemnly, we all got into a tight grouping, though not so tight as to limit range of movement. We were all experienced, and Archie, Cavallo, and I took the front, being the biggest. I triggered Mornax along with my two consistently active forms, just in case something attacked.

We reached the ground floor, and the whole place was shockingly empty. An almost blue moonlight flooded the area from the windows, leaving dark shadows pooling everywhere. We headed for the dining room, and when we arrived, the cloaked figure was standing among the tables, hands clasped behind their back.

"Well, we're here." Said Rayden. "It's late though, so if there's a version of this where you don't posture dramatically and waste a bunch of time, can we go with that one? Also what's your name, because I can't just keep calling you 'creepy mask guy' in my head. We already have one of those and it's getting confusing."

The figure paused menacingly. "You may address me as you wish, my name matters no-"

"Cool, you're Scott now." Interrupted Rayden. "Problem solved. Now, what are you doing here, Scott, and what do you want?"

The pause this time was less menacing and more confused. "I…yes. Well. I have come to extend your invitations to the selection, as well as give you your first task. To serve the dark gods is an honor that not just any may accept. You must prove your worthiness."

"Worthiness?" Rayden said skeptically. "How high can the bar be? I mean, you're worthy, and your name is Scott. That's a ridiculous name."

"You don't…please stop calling me that." The cloaked figure formerly known as Scott sounded frustrated. "Take this seriously. Your very lives hang in the balance."

Rayden snorted. "Yeah, because that's an unfamiliar set of circumstances."

"Look, what is the task?" I asked, figuring I'd better interrupt Ray before he got up a head of steam. I'd learned to handle unpredictable teammates when I'd been working with Bethy. Sometimes you just had to make them focus.

Not-Scott nodded, clearly pleased. "Very good. At least one of you is treating this situation with the gravitas it deserves." His tone was almost reproachful, and I smirked behind my mask, seeing that Rayden had done exactly what he'd probably intended to do, and taken the wind out of Not-Scott's creepy sails.

"Exactly." I boomed. "So tell us what we need to know, Not-Scott."

Rayden burst out laughing, and I could swear the masked figure glared at me. "My NAME," They hissed. "Is Echelon. I serve Delthrys, the god of secrets, and he is not amused by your antics!"

"Oh please." Snorted Desria. "There's no way an actual god is giving us enough attention to care about this conversation. So just tell us what the task is."
The figure glared for a moment, then sighed. With a snap of their fingers, a series of birds coalesced (ravens, of course, because what else would a creepy masked cloak person use) they flew to us, each dropping a small scroll. I snatched mine out of the air, and after opening and reading it, looked back up at Echelon. "Its a person." I said flatly.

"Of course." Echelon said with a nod. "A target. Delthys is one of the six whom you may serve. The first trial shall weed out those who might stand at his side. Every person in the trials is given a target. You have three days to find them. Should you fail, you will be barred forever from service to Delthrys, and all that he may grant you, though you will not be precluded from the other trials. Those who succeed most quickly will more on to Delthrys's next trial."

I blinked at her. "So this trial has no benefit for those who seek to serve a different deity?"

Echelon shook their head. "Not so. If you succeed in a trial, you may use that success to offset a failure for the first trial of another deity. The top scorer in any first trial may even beg intercession from that god for aid in another trial down the line, even if that trial is for a different god."

That sounded complicated as hell. That meant there would be, eventually, six different selections going on all over Rackham. I could blow some of them off, but if they were all thematic…having a free pass for the Lady of Lamentation's task might be a good idea. As a goddess of torment, there was a chance it would be incredibly unpleasant.

Having a free intercession from the god of secrets could certainly come in handy. I was just really hoping the Lady of Lamentations had some other domain than torturing people, or I wasn't going to make it through this.

I glanced down at my target. For now I just had to find this guy. Chester Baddington, professional thief and a D-ranker on the Path of Stealth. Fantastic. Echelon, seemingly ignorant or uncaring of my mental dilemma, turned their back to us. "And so your task has been passed. The first task of the next trial will commence in one week's time. Some of you will not bother to move on, and will serve at the hand of Delthrys. For the rest, this will be the last time we meet."

Echelon vanished in a puff of raven feathers, and we all turned to each other. "So…" Said Rayden. "Did he say anything about us helping each other? I bet teaming up would make this way easier."

I considered the trial, and the god behind it. "I think not." I said slowly. "Not on this one. At least not yet. Perhaps if we run into difficulty on day one. Is anyone planning not to bother with the task?"

No one was. It made sense, it was a big opportunity for some free credit in case our task down the line was too hard or painful. That thought resonated oddly. Too painful. The Lady of Lamentation was a goddess of torment, though based on her liquid, probably also corruption. What if her task was to ENDURE those things. I felt my blood run cold at that. In some ways it would be easier, but in others…yeah, I definitely needed to make sure I had a free pass for the first trial for the goddess I was aiming at. I had a feeling it would be one of the hardest to endure. Before that though, I had to do some research, because if I was going to pass any of these trials, I needed to know more about the dark gods.

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[Malcolm Tent]

"So, is anyone else hungry?" Asked Rayden. "Because I'm starving. Being menaced at makes me ravenous. Besides, you don't want to team up, but maybe we can share info. I'm the best at sharing info. I share everyone's info. Desria collects stuffed turtles, and Cavallo is obsessed with baking."

"Ray!" Snapped Desria in an annoyed voice. "That's a secret, it also does NOT make you seem more trustworthy. Literally the exact opposite of that." She sigh and gave me a small smile. "Sorry about him. He means well, but sometimes his brain and his mouth aren't speaking, even when his mouth definitely is."

I shrugged, not wanting to break character but unbothered. "His blathering has no effect on me." I intoned.

"Speaking of you." Ray brightened. "What's up with your ability? That was a Domain right? But it felt unfinished. Also kind of creepy. Like…a bit demonic, but something else? What the hell is your power?"

Shrugging, I brushed it aside with a half truth. "I'm from the Black Sorrow Cult, but I never wanted to touch Black Sorrow's disgusting darkness, so I followed in my father's footsteps. He was a devil." This wasn't much of a concession to admit, the Cult interacted with the devils a lot, and there were plenty of hybrids in their territory.

His eyes widened in delight. "Oh my gods." He whispered reverently. "You have devil powers even though you're not a devil? You're just like Devilghost!"

Vesper's head shot up and she squealed in excitement. "You're right! He's totally like Devilghost! I can't believe I didn't see it before. I mean he doesn't have a horse, but still, they're so similar!"

"What is a…Devilghost?" I asked warily.

They stared at me in horror. "Devilghost?" Asked Vesper in disbelief. "The Specter of Salvation?" She took a deep breath and belted out. "He rides upon a fiery steed, his powers helping those in need, his claws will make his enemies bleed, DEVILGHOST!" Rayden stood up as she did, throwing their hands into the air as they howled the last word of what had to be some kind of theme song in unison.

Desria sighed. "He's a cartoon character native to this cluster. A lot of the systems nearby have a shared broadcast network, this planet doesn't because it's more Imperial than Conglomerate."

"Ah." I said slowly. "I'm from Cult territory, as I said. And I do not know anything about…Devilghost. In fact, I'm ignorant of a great many things, including the identities of all the dark gods. I know of a few, but perhaps we might exchange information and you could share your own knowledge of our potential benefactors."

Rayden slumped, pouting petulantly. "You're boring. Devilghost is way more fun than you. Devilghost would totally team up with us. And he would use his flames of spectral revealing to burn away the obstruction in our path so we could all find our targets like…today."

"Nuh uh!" Snapped Vesper. "Devilghost would tell us it was too dangerous, he never puts the innocent at risk."

"I will literally pay you money if you stop talking about this." I groaned, belatedly realizing that had been WAY out of character, even if it had still been in my demonic voice. Everyone turned to stare at me in shock. I flinched. I'd just gotten so comfortable with their bullshitting, it was almost like being back with my friends. "I mean…your prattling becomes tiresome."

Desria snorted. "Oh no." She laughed. "Cats out of the bag big man. You don't get to go back to being the brooding mystery behemoth now. The whole tall dark and gloomy thing was getting old anyway."

"Fine." I snapped, throwing up my hands. "But don't tell anyone else. Not that the fact that I'm being pretentious on purpose would mean anything to anybody, but I want to keep up the role in public. Now can you PLEASE tell me more about the dark gods. I've got four of them down, how about you."

Rayden looked devastated. "Man, you're even less like Devilgho-" I cut him off, pointing at him angrily. "Whatever. Fine. We know about two of them."

"And so do we." Vesper said. "So assuming we don't have more than one overlap, maybe we can learn about them all. Which ones do you know about…what did Ray call you again? Fist?" I realized I hadn't been introduced with the others.

"Mephistopheles." I said flatly. "But Fist is fine, as long as you don't make any weird nicknames out of it. As for the gods I know of, as I said, there are four. One of them you know about already, Delthrys, God of Secrets. He's running this trial."

She nodded. "We hadn't heard of him before now. We came to try to work under Verdyn, the god of the Blood Forest. He's the patron deity anything that dies in the forest. It's a whole big 'man's darkest nature makes them no better than beasts' thing."

I filed that one away, since I hadn't heard of him. "I'm here to serve Felicity, the Lady of Lamentations. She's a deity of torment." I didn't elaborate, because I didn't KNOW much more. At their skeptical glances, I shrugged. "What?You guys didn't come here to pledge your service to the god of fluffy puppies either. They're dark deities, some edge is to be expected."

She shrugged. "Fine. Our other one is obvious. Hatescream is kind of a gimme, since he's the big boss around here."

I nodded solemnly. "Good to hear. Stralthrem is the Dread God of Fabrication. Some kind of mad scientist monster maker I think? I don't know the details."

"It's more than we know." Said Cavallo, who had been mostly silent this whole time. "Our last one is Raxus, god of deceit. We don't know much about him for obvious reasons. I'm not sure how deceit varies from secrets, however, they seem similar."

"They should." Said Ray. "They're twins. At least I think so. He's the one we're here for." He paused. "Also, sorry for the look earlier I guess, I don't think ours is any nicer than yours. But yeah, I heard Raxus had a twin, I just didn't know who it was. That makes the most sense."

I sighed. "It does. If I had to guess while this trial is about digging up secrets, Raxus's will probably be some kind of infiltration thing. Who knows. I'm just worried about what Felicity's trial might be. It's either going to be monstrous or VERY painful. I suspect the latter. It's easy to find murderous bastards, but people who can survive torture are harder to source. Seems like a more interesting quality for a goddess to search for."

My instincts were pushing me in that direction, and while that wasn't anywhere near proof, it at least helped me calm down a bit. Sure, undergoing horrible torment to pass sucked, but I had ways to mitigate that. I'd been through some awful shit, and my pain tolerance was solid. At least I wouldn't have to do anything really monstrous to another person. Hopefully.

With the details out of the way we finally had a chance to get some food. No one seemed to be in the inn except for us, or if they were we didn't detect them. So we raided the kitchen and Ray left some chits behind while I made steaks.

It soothed me to do some cooking, and carefully pan searing the steaks in butter made me feel like I was home with Callie. I reached through the bond and felt her answer me, glad to sense me and missing me as I missed her. With a wry grin, I opened the bond in a way I hadn't tried before, inhaling the scent of cooking meat, and I felt a slash of scolding faux outrage and sullen poutiness.

Not laughing at her reaction was a bit of a struggle, but I made sure to send some affection, and got grudging forgiveness along with a warning feeling that I was pretty sure was a promise of vengeance.

Her presence retreated back into the bond, always with me, but it was less…well, present. I finished the steaks and brought them to the dining room, dropping the plate piled high with meat onto the table. "I did what I could." I shrugged. "The meat here isn't amazing quality. It's a little lean for my taste and it's only F-rank."

Not that I was surprised. This was a small place, E and D-ranked meat was far too upscale for them to keep on hand in their stores. I took a bite and grimaced somewhat. It wasn't BAD, but it wasn't great.
To my surprise, everyone else froze when they bit into their food. "Holy shit, this amazing!" Shouted Ray. "Fist you're a culinary genius!"

I shrugged. "It's just pan seared in butter. If I'd had time I could have done a marinade. I was able to use a very light touch of corrosion to tenderize the meat. Don't worry though, the skill fades when I dismiss it." It was one of the possible uses for my Skills I'd picked up on the Acheron. I was surprised they liked it so much though.

Although…I'd been eating food from a master chef recently. For the last month I'd only been ingesting professional quality meals, so my own read on what was good might be off.

Vesper shook her head. "He's right. This is fantastic. I've never had food this good."

"I have." Said Cavallo. "But not often. This is an exceptionally well prepared meal." I nodded to him, and he returned to eating with a slow, methodical intensity that I was pretty sure meant he was trying to reverse engineer my exact steps when cooking the steak.

"Well, if we're already sharing a meal, why not share a bit about ourselves." Said Vesper cheerfully. "We know each other's names, but not much else. If we might work together in the future, even if it's once we all pass the selection, it might be a good idea to make some new friends."

Ray nodded slowly. "That's a good idea. Well, I'm local, as you might have guessed. Not to this planet, but to the cluster. Me and the twins are from Crayton Seven. And no, I don't know why they decided to name all eight of the planets in our system the same thing. It's super rare because of how confusing it gets, but hey, I didn't name them."

"You named one of them." Said Desria with a grin. "Or renamed it anyway. Your family had to have smuggled off world when the governor found out it was you who started it."

He shrugged. "In my defense, I had no idea Shitworld was going to catch on. Sure, it was accurate, but come on people, have some decorum. Anyway, I wasn't really the kind of person who would fit in with the Empire, and I find the Unity kind of pointless and childish. When I got wind of the selection I decided to give it a shot."

Desria chuckled. "We don't let him go anywhere alone, since he has zero filter and tends to get into trouble." I remembered Jerry the guard mentioning someone with eyes like Ray and knew what she meant.

"We're local too. We're from this system actually." Said Vesper. "We're looking for a chance to change our fortunes a bit. No powerful factions nearby, so we can't join anyone. When we heard about the selection we knew it was our big chance. But…well, with the whole dark gods thing we're still deciding if we'll actually take part or not." She bit her lip, looking a little worried.

I fed them some story about wanting to get away from the Cult which was technically true based on my wording, and then steered the conversation away from the subject and back to general getting to know you stuff.

By the end of the night, I was in a surprisingly good mood, and ready to take on tomorrow. My hunt for my target would begin, and it would be time to head off on my own. I couldn't wait to see what I was really capable of.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

As much as I wished I could just charge off to find my target I had to figure out who the hell he was. I only had a real name, and while Chester Baddington might not be the MOST common name, I was sure there was more than one around. Being a D-ranker should help narrow things down, but this WAS a B-ranked planet. Most of the people I'd met so far were D-rankers.

Which meant I needed local information, which meant I needed a source, and I needed some way to pay for it. I had some cash on hand, as well as another eight scrolls on hand just in case. But using those to pay for anything seemed premature. Instead, I decided to see if there was some sort of census or information database for the planet. I headed for the nearest library, which was sadly three towns over, but I made decent time with my Waltz.

It was about noon when I arrived, and the clerk at the library was, in a reaffirmation that people everywhere can be the same regardless of environment, a bored teenager reading a book and trying to ignore everyone who showed up.

"Child." I boomed, really leaning on the demonic voice. Sure, it might be a bit mean, but I didn't have time to deal with disaffected youth, I had shit to do. Luckily, I was fucking terrifying, so I was able to lean on my intimidating visage to pressure him to do his job a bit more quickly. I MIGHT have stifled a laugh when he squeaked and fell out of his chair, looking up at me with confused panic. "I seek knowledge."

I was back in character since I was away from my new friends. Plus it was way more ominous when I talked like this. He swallowed, scrambling to his feet. "Yeah, ok. I mean, sure. I can find…knowledge. What do you want to know?"

"I seek the Ascendant known as Chester Baddington." The guy himself was actually an Ascendant, an F-rank from the looks of it. I'd have assumed this planet would be too much for him, though the building seemed to offset the Impact slightly. He was wearing an odd bracelet that interested me, maybe some kind of offloading device for Impact. I'd have to look into it later.

He snagged a mirror from under the counter, fingers flying over the glass. "Um…is he like…historical or something?"

"No. He yet lives." I said gravely.

He grimaced. "Hold on. Population records are sort of buried. He might not be on there. They haven't been enforcing the census as heavily lately. But maybe…huh. I found him. I think. There's three of them. How old is he? One is a baby, one is an old man, and one seems to be like…mid forties."

"The third, I believe." I said thoughtfully. "He is D-rank, if that helps your search."

He tapped the screen. "Ok. Got him." He glanced up at me nervously. "This is a census, man. It's not exhaustive. I only have his hometown, his eye and hair color, and his next of kin."

I reached into my ring, withdrawing a piece of paper, and handed it to him along with a pen. He copied down the details, and I returned the paper to my ring. I withdrew a single chit, E-rank, and pressed it down on the counter. "My presence, will you conceal it?"

His eyes widened and he snatched up the chit. "Hell yeah!" He said excitedly. "You were never here, man. Big scary demon mask who?"

Nodding, I turned and walked out. As I strolled, a cloaked, shadowy form coalesced beside me, keeping pace. It didn't speak, at least not out loud, but my wife's voice rang in my head. "You had far too much fun scaring that kid. This planet is a bad influence on you."

I smirked at her. "You could talk to me mentally without the shadow clone. Miss me that much? Because I'll be honest, I don't know much about hunting down a target, and I could use all the help I can get."

Her laugh tinkled in my head. "You're doing fine. If you really need help we can ask Cark, but I thought this was your big moment running solo?"

"Well sure." I laughed internally. "But you're my wife. We share everything, so asking you for help doesn't count. Your successes are my successes. Except in a literal sense, because I got none of that sweet, sweet, godslayer renown."

She snickered. "Poor Shane can't coast on his wife's success. The world is so unfair. Anyway, I was just on break in my training and I felt you were alone. I missed you. I love you and good luck." She popped up on her toes, pecking me on the cheek before the shadow construct dissolved.

No one had seen, she'd covered us in Stealth before she'd done it, and I smiled under my mask at my wife being thoughtful enough to try to preserve my fake reputation. I walked for a bit longer, then stopped and leaned against a tree, withdrawing the paper. The information was sparse. I'd hoped Chester had some kind of unique hair or eye color, as sometimes happened with Ascendants, but no. His hair was brown, his eyes were green.

His next of kin was listed as "Millicent Baddington" and his hometown was called Runkleton, Which was objectively the towniest name for a town I'd ever heard. Sighing, I pulled out the map I'd bought earlier today so I could reach Bentworth, where the library was situated. It was a pretty decent area, and it covered enough that I was able to find Runkleton easily enough, albeit barely, since it appeared to a literal blip up in the mountains.

Sighing, I turned and began my Waltz, blasting forward, though not bothering to go all out. My travel speed was staggering, and I was moving so quickly, I almost missed the ping from my Danger Sense. Almost. Instead, I pushed off the ground, my next burst of movement taking me up into the air.

As I vanished, a whistling sound broking out, and a dozen arrows from a dozen directions smashed into the ground where I'd just been. "Surrender or die!" Bellowed a voice as I dodged. I expected another volley, but instead I heard a voice howl. "No,no, no STOP. Lower your weapons. Who the hell told you all to fire?"

I landed, State of Grace letting me balance casually on the shaft of one arrow as I glanced around at the slowly revealed forms of those surrounding me. The leader was a short woman with close cropped red hair and bright blue eyes. Her pixielike nose was scrunched up in annoyance as she glared at the other figures, most of whom wore identical leather armor and cloaks.

One of the men in the back raised a hand. When she raised a brow at him, he cleared his throat. "Beggin' your pardon miss, but it was David."

"Fucking snitch!" Shouted one of the others. "I was just saying he looked scary. Letting him know we were there seemed dangerous. I thought we should shoot first and worry about decorum later is all."

"I SAID." The girl said, "That we would offer them a chance to surrender. I don't PAY you to think, David."

I glanced at them with a sigh. "You seem to be vagabonds and cutpurses by trade." I said stoically. "Might you know of a man named Chester Baddington?" My fate had caused weirder shit to happen, might as well see if they knew my target.

The girl whirled on me. "Excuse me." She snapped. "I am TRYING to discipline my employee, giant demon man. Can you please wait until we get back to robbing you?" She turned back to her people. "Honestly, rude."

I stepped off the arrow, my foot touching the ground as I unleashed Pit of Despair. I pulsed my corrosion through it, the dust turning black as green energy sparked through it, and they all shrieked as they fell into the pit. I heard shouts of pain and alarm as the toxic dust burned their skin and some of them even inhaled it.

Sadly, Dust Construction was a very noticeable and unique Skill, but Pit of Despair fit my destructive motif to a T. I cancelled it, leaving them all stuck in the dirt as they gasped for air. Immediately after, I reached for Belial's power, and I pushed, converting the still hot ground into hardened magmatic stone, pulsing with toxic heat. "My mistake." I drawled menacingly. "Please, resume your conversation. You can stay there for as long as you like."

The leader chuckled nervously. "Oh. Never mind. I was the one being rude. We'd be happy to help you kind stranger. Maybe you could…let us go first." She whimpered. "This really hurts."

I realized that I'd accidentally used my full corrosion, the combo with Mephistopheles, and I pulled back on it a bit. They all relaxed. "I'm looking for Chester Baddington. Do you know him?" They had never answered my question.

"No sir." The girl squeaked. "Never met him, why? Did he do something to you? We can help you find him."

I frowned, thinking about the other bit of info. "How about Millicent Baddington?" I asked.

"Millic-" She froze, eyes widening. "You're looking for BAD MILLIE? Listen big guy, you're really tough, and very scary, but Bad Millie runs half the thieves guilds on Rackham. Helping you find her would be suicide. She'd kill us."

I walked over, shoving my hand into the dirt and grabbing her arm. I released the stone hold on the ground and pulled, lifting her effortlessly into the air. "And what?" I growled as I leaned in close. "Do you think I'M going to do to you if you say no? You accosted me unprompted mid travel, confessed to be seeking to rob me, and are now standing in the way of my hunt. Where I'm from people have sold their homes to try to repay a tenth the insult you've given me this day."

I decided Mephitopheles was the kind of scary asshole who would demand tribute, and I thought it would play well here. I wasn't going to hurt a bunch of idiot thieves too badly, but she didn't know that.

Her eyes were wide, and I could literally see the reflection of my terrifying mask in her pupils as she quailed under my glare. She closed her eyes, puffed out her cheeks, and said. "Just me." I raised a brow and she demanded. "Promise you'll just take me with you. That you'll tell everyone I was the person who sent you. Let my friends go. If you don't I'll just fight to the death, I don't care."

I dropped her, letting her feet hit the ground. Honestly, I was impressed. She was clearly scared shitless, but she refused to back down. She wanted to take care of her subordinates more than she wanted to be safe. "Fine." I said shortly. "They may leave. As may you, after you escort me to her location. I won't have you running off after giving me a false lead."

She looked offended at that but snorted and turned to the others. "Get lost, you sorry sacks of pig puke." She said loftily. "You're cramping my style."

David, the one who had been arguing to kill me, stared at her in horror. "But boss…what if he kills you? You can't just go off with some scary monster guy. We can totally take him. He's just D-rank like we are."

She shook her head. "Not a chance. That attack had several more Impact than a D-ranker should have. He's probably here for that evil god contest or whatever. If we kill him we might piss them off. Better to play along." She squinted at me. "I'm Beladonna Darrow." She said, holding out her hand. "And I hope my instinct about you being an ok guy is right. Lets go."

I was impressed she'd picked up on the selection thing, and by her instincts. I shook her hand thoughtfully. "Mephistopheles." I said in a booming demonic bass. And you will come to no harm as long as you complete your task." Internally, I was excited. I already had another lead. This manhunter thing was super easy.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Bad Millie apparently made her home in a town called Sparsburg. It was actually fairly close to Runkleton, which convinced me I was on the right track. Her place was, nostalgically, a casino. It reminded me a bit of the one in Doomtown all that time ago, though less…flashy. It was still incredibly over the top, but in a more residential way. Like a super high end mansion rather than a crazy casino.

The door was guarded by a pair of D-rankers, and to my immense surprise, my Danger Sense started whispering in the back of my head as we approached them. I didn't know who they were, but they were at least partial threats to me. I'd gotten way too used to being invincible at the same rank.

"Well if it isn't little lady Darrow." Said the shorter one, a woman with dark skin and purple hair. "I didn't know you were coming to visit. Look Theo, the little princess is here. We'd better be kind of her daddy might scold us."

The taller guard, a man with a thick blonde beard and a scar over one blue eye, sighed. "Be nice Tessa." He nodded to Belladonna. "Miss Darrow. Who's your friend?"

Belladonna froze. "This is…Dan." She said, searching for a plausible lie. "He's my stylist."

I almost sighed. She should have just given my name, no one on this planet really knew me yet. But it didn't matter in the end. I nodded solemnly. "Fashion is my life." I intoned in a demonic baritone.

They both stared at me in stupefaction, and I had to fight the urge to burst out laughing. Tessa raised an eyebrow at me. "You don't seem like someone who takes fashion too seriously. You're dressed like something that lives under a kid's bed."

"It's called Grimpunk." I boomed snidely. "It's the next big thing."

They stared at me for a minute. "...right." Said Theo. "Well, if you're with Miss Darrow, I guess you're good. But don't start any trouble, demon man. You probably think you're hot shit, but we've got a dozen people your level."

He was bluffing, but it was confusing to hear, because I was so low in D-rank. I shouldn't have even registered as a threat with my level of development…and then I got it. People used Impact to detect how strong someone was within their rank. Even people at the same rank had differences, that had been what Abel had taught us way back at the fish punching lake.

But my Impact was three points above where it should be. I was literally on an entirely different spectrum. They couldn't sense where I was in relation to where I should be, because they hadn't interacted with any people with one hundred and five Impact that they could compare it to. All they could sense was that I was stronger than a normal D-ranker in terms of Impact. I could be at any spot in D-rank from their point of view, and it was clearly making them nervous. Cool.

They stepped out of the way, and we stepped into the casino. Deciding to risk using a form that wasn't one of my main three for this mission (if only because of the nature of the form itself) I triggered Bael, using its enhanced Stealth to cover us both as I turned to Belladonna. "Your stylist?"

Stomping her foot in frustration, she whined. "I'm not good at lying! I'm a very honest person!"

"You're a thief!" I said incredulously. "You were ROBBING me when I met you!"

"Yes, but I was very honest about it." She countered. "I always try to be up front with my targets. It's important for people to feel comfortable and well taken care of when you're stealing from them. Otherwise nonsense like that sneak attack happens. David's new, he doesn't really get how we do things yet."

I shook my head incredulously. "So, where exactly is this 'Bad Millie'. I have questions for her, and it would probably be smarter to try to ask them peacefully. I have a sneaking suspicion she's going to attack me, so you might want to leave before I meet up with her, but I'll at least give it a shot."

To my surprise, she shook her head. "I promised to bring you to Bad Millie, and that's what I'll do. You spared my friends, so I need to follow through on my end. Besides, I'll be fine. I, the unstoppable Belladonna Darrow, possess the unique ability of Escape." She struck a pose. "That's why they call me Belladonna the Blur."

"Does anyone actually call you that?" I asked curiously.

She slumped. "No, and I tried REALLY hard to get it started. I even paid some people to spread it around."

Weirdly, she reminded me a lot of Jessie, just in terms of her demeanor. Laughing lightly, I clapped her on the shoulder. "Don't worry too much about it. If things go bad, just get out of here. I can handle myself."

Between my pseudo Domain, my C-rank armor, my extra Impact, Abomination Engine, and Mornax, even a bunch of normal peak D-rankers would have trouble putting me down. With the speed of my Waltz, I could escape if needed, so unless they had a serious elite with a Solid Path here, I was pretty confident in my odds.

She nodded, and I added her to the list of pretty decent people I might extend an invitation to after this mess was over. She wasn't sticking around out of loyalty to me, she didn't know me, but the fact that she took her word so seriously spoke well of her.
I dropped Bael, switching back to Mornax as my third, just in case anything went down, and I followed Belladonna into the casino, keeping an eye out for possible threats.

There were a LOT of possible threats. Like…so many. The place was crawling with enemies, even though a lot of them seemed to be trying to blend in. I spotted several dealers, waiters, and bathroom attendants that my Danger Sense pinged off hard. Bad Millie wasn't the type to take risks it seemed.

Belladonna (she insisted I start calling her Bella because it wasn't as stuffy) and I headed for the center of the casino where a poker game was ongoing. Leading me around, Bella stopped in front of a pretty blonde woman who looked to be in her mid twenties, wearing a blue dress and sipping a cocktail. When we approached, two men in suits appeared (literally appeared, they'd been in Stealth) and blocked our path.

Millie smiled, waving them off. "No need to be so testy boys. Walthrum's daughter is always welcome at my place. Bella, darling, give your aunt Millie a hug." She smiled, spreading her arms, and Bella stepped up, pecking her on both cheeks before meekly stepping away. Despite the familiar greeting and the smile, Millie's ice blue eyes never thawed or warmed for a second. It was like looking into the eyes of a venomous snake. Those predatory orbs turned to me. "And who is your enormous friend? I don't think we've met. I thought I knew all your friends."

That statement seemed to make Bella deeply uncomfortable, and I could imagine why. That innocuous comment implied a level of observation most people would balk at. I didn't bother to be polite about it, given her icy demeanor. "My name is Mephistopheles. I'm looking for someone."

She fluttered her eyes at me. "A seeker of romance? Have I perhaps caught your attention? Or were you hoping to court our darling Belladonna?"

Purposefully misunderstanding me was annoying, but only briefly. I decided to be MORE blunt. "I'm looking for Chester Baddington. I heard you know where to find him." There was a sort of snap in the air. One second everyone was talking and gambling, and then it went eerily quiet.

Millie's eyes lidded dangerously. "Oh? And what might you want with my nephew?"

I felt my Danger Sense ramping up as the people around us slowly started to close ranks. It might have been subtle if I hadn't been expecting it, but as it was, they mostly just looked silly trying to casually shuffle into a formation around us.

"That's my business, but I mean him no harm." Once I caught him I just had to report to Echelon by burning the scroll, at least according to the item. He had to be immobilized, but once they confirmed the capture he would be released.

She snapped her fingers, and the people around us stopped being subtle, forming a wall of flesh between us and the exit. I cracked my neck slowly. "You should let Belladonna go." I said bluntly. "She was forced to be here, and you've got bigger things to worry about."

I called my staff from my ring, gripping it tightly as I triggered Abomination Engine, letting myself start to build power. Nothing impressive until I started fighting, but the cascading energy inside my armor began the process. Millie smirked at me. "Well, aren't you the confident one. But I have you surrounded, how exactly do you think she's going to le-"

Triggering Mephisto's Waltz, I blasted myself past her, right at the circle of waiting minions, my staff horizontal and acting as a bar as I smashed into them at top speed. The staff and my own momentum knocked them all flying, leaving a large gap in the circle. Bella bolted at top speed, vanishing into a haze of red mist, and I turned back to Millie.

"Now. I need some information, and you have it. So you can give it to me, or I can take it." I felt the power rioting inside me as I rumbled my demand. Shane would have been more circumspect, asked more questions. But Mephistopheles was a being of force and violence. This was far more his style.

She scowled as she took in the crumpled forms of her people, writhing on the ground. My staff was imbued with the dark corruption of my overlapping forms, and it had seeped into them on impact. While there were plenty of top level D-rankers here, I'd hit some of the weaker subordinates to make a point, and the corruption had seeped in and was burning away at them.

"You've just made a grave mistake, boy." Said Millie coldly as she stood. "I don't know who you think you are, but this is MY place. No one comes in here and hurts my people without paying a price for it. The only information I plan to impart to you is the exact process by which you can die in the most pain."

My Danger Sense went off when she was mid sentence, and I triggered Double Trouble, appearing behind the back of the guy on the opposite side of the circle as two nearby people assaulted my illusionary double.

My fist lashed out with an explosion of black flame, stoking the Annihilation Engine just a bit as I blasted one of her helpers. Still, that wasn't going to be enough. I needed to put them all down as economically as possible.

I grinned as I reached into myself and called forth Limbo, the world rippling as the space around me filled with divinations of possible futures and responses to those attacks. I brought my staff up, readying to start the battle, and glared at Millie, who had whirled to spot my attack when I made it.

"One last chance." I boomed. "I don't plan to harm him. Give me the information and this doesn't need to get violent." I knew she wouldn't take the offer, she couldn't let this provocation go, but some part of me felt the need to make it fair. I'd come in here spoiling for a fight, I might be Mephistopheles, but I was still Shane too. I needed to at least offer her an out. Sure enough, she howled at her minions to attack, and they all converged. Which was fine by me. Now the fun could start.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Limbo was a fundamentally different place when I was up against so many fighters. In my last battle (if you could even call it that) against the Minotaur, I'd simply destroyed every possible timeline, whittling away his options until he had no choice but to walk headfirst to his destruction.

This time, things were a bit more complicated. I could still see the timelines, but I was running into a new issue. While I could destroy a series of events to ensure one came to pass, I couldn't find one where everything went perfectly. With this many attackers, the longer I went on, the more compromises I needed to make to keep up.

But that was fine. I had my Abomination Engine active, and as I exploded forward into my Waltz, the power inside me roared to life, stoked higher and higher by each blast as the energy cascaded around inside my armor.

Deciding to worry about potential sacrifices later, I focused on doing the most damage possible in the shortest time. I found that future, blasting toward a specific spot in the circle. I appeared in front of an innocuous random minion, slamming my staff into his foot, releasing an explosion that lifted him off his feet. My staff came up, slamming into his side and imbuing him with my corrosion as I whirled and tossed him into the crowd forming as they converged.

Stepping two feet left, I slammed my staff back, grinning as it met the kneecap of one of the faster minions, the blast of black flame taking out the leg as I hopped up and blasted off the shoulder of another as they fell, launching myself at a group of them.

Deciding to cheat JUST a little I used my bond with Callie to retain Mornax in the air, using her planted feet to offset the requirement for my ultimate defense, and then the dance began.

My staff whirled and smashed, batting aside bodies and blasting attackers away. For the first few minutes I avoided all the responses, my body filling with power as Abomination Engine roared to life inside me.

Four minutes in, the numbers caught up to me. I felt a spike of red energy slam into the joints between my plate mail, skewering my shoulder.

Even Mornax couldn't stop it, some kind of layered energy attack with a piercing attribute. It had been intentional. Tanking that hit would save me from being impaled through the spine in five minutes. The next hit I had to take cracked a bone, then a sprain, slowly I was worn down, but it didn't matter. Their numbers fell one by one as I danced, destroying them, getting stronger and stronger.

Until my Limbo hit something new. I lashed out to destroy a possible timeline, pushing the battle toward my perfect victory…and my staff slammed to a halt. I stumbled backward, eyes wide as I realize I'd been knocked OUT of my pseudo Domain.

A man stood in front of me, looking solemn, with plain brown hair and brown eyes, holding a ragged looking metal blade. The edges were chipped and torn, and his clothes were dirty and matted with blood. Millie was standing off to the side, glaring at me, and she turned and spat at him. "Took you long enough, Bount."

I realized quickly what he was, and why I'd lost my domain access. C-ranker. Not a strong one, or he wouldn't have been here working for her, but still, even a beginner C-ranker had too much Impact for my domain to effect.

My body was already moving before I made the decision to attack, Abomination Engine still pumping me up to absurd levels of power. My staff crashed against his blade, sparks flying up as I forced him back a step, my staff blurring as it became an ocean of crashing wood and metal, raining down on him like a dark hurricane.

Explosions of corrosion erupted at the point of Impact, and his blade batted them aside, slowly being tainted by the energy, but too slowly. His Might stat was lower than expected, or mine was so absurdly inflated it bridged the gap, but I suspected the former.

Bount, as she'd called him, was a bare minimum C-ranker, and I was pumped up with energy to the limits of my nearly unbreachable reinforcement form, but even so, without my armor I'd have died right there. His blade lashed out, seeking gaps in my assault, and scraped off C-ranked plate as he took the openings he could.

He stared me down, and I clenched my staff. My wounds were gone, I'd used the weapon to pass them to my enemies as I'd walked among them, cutting them down like firewood, but Abomination Engine was reaching its cap. I didn't have a way to take out a C-ranker yet.

So I did what any reasonable person would do in that situation. I bluffed. Lowering my staff, I put away the weapon, turning to Millie. "This is pointless. Are you really going to waste a C-ranker taking out some random person you've never heard of? What is it going to do to your business if you lose him?"

I figured that her grip on the section of Rackham's underworld that she currently held had a lot to do with this guy, and that he was an asset she couldn't afford to lose. She stopped, looking at me suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" Her voice was cautious, which made sense. From her point of view, I was able to punch up a rank. She, much like her people at the door, couldn't see where I was in D-rank. The ability to hang with him meant I was probably peak of D, and fighting up against him was clearly possible.

I sighed, shaking my head. "You can see from my armor I'm not lacking in funds. I HAVE weapons to dispose of your guard. But wasting them on someone at the very bottom of the C-rank would pain me. You'd lose, I'd lose, there's no point."
I dropped Abomination Engine, letting the power drain from my body. It was a risk, but honestly not a huge one. I was GOING to lose this fight if it kept going. I didn't have the power to kill him yet. By dropping my technique like I was so confident it didn't matter, I gave myself a better chance of selling this.

"So what, you want me to give you my nephew's location to save a hassle?" She said hostilely. "That kind of cowardice would ruin me.." The fact that we were still talking told me they weren't hard limits, but that was fine. By giving me a problem to solve before we did business, she was showing me the path forward.

"What if you didn't give it to me?" I asked bluntly. "What if I bought it? You're a businesswoman. I have no intention of harming your nephew, but I know how things work."

She paused, clearly thinking. Looking at Bount, she glanced at his sword, then at the armor where it had barely left scratches. I said a silent thank you to my grandmother, because this shit was WAY too high level for me, and it made me seem way more powerful and influential than I actually was.

"Make your offer." She said after a moment, nodding to her C-ranker. He lowered his blade and I let myself relax marginally. I'd played this as well as I could have, given the information I had on this place. No D-rankers I'd seen were threats, and this guy had shown up later. Sadly, my divination apparently didn't even WORK on him, because I hadn't seen him among the futures I'd destroyed. Something to take note of for later.

It was a stark reminder that there were threats here that I had no way to counter. I was walking the line that other Ascendants had to walk, daring vs. stupidity. No Zeke here to bail me out, and if anyone on the Acheron stepped in I'd forfeit my shot at pulling this off.

That said, if I shied away from conflict and backed off at any inconvenience I'd never advance either. Reaching into my ring, I withdrew a small bag of D-rank chits. Tossing it over, I waited for her to check them. Fifteen. Not too much, not too little. Enough that she could save face, since it was nominally paying for the location of one relatively unknown D-ranker.

"Fine." She said eventually, storing the bag. "Since you avoided killing most of my people." She glanced around at the broken bodies, mostly still breathing. The corrosion had countered their Vitality, but it was hard to kill a D-ranker, especially with so little time to focus. I was disabling them, but most of them were fine.

Not all, I saw a few bodies here and there, people who took a blow to the head or spine that hadn't managed to survive. Small numbers compared to the total though. It was staggering, this casino had as many D-rankers as my entire home planet. I was just lucky they were all pretty unimpressive. I guess if they weren't they would be working for someone stronger than Millie.

Still, I was proud of what I'd just done. I could push back a relatively week C-ranker, and my attacks had been fast and hard enough to convince him I'd be able to actually fight him, even if I knew that was VERY untrue. It made me believe I would have a chance against ACTUAL peak D-rankers soon. At least under the ideal circumstances that they let me ramp up fighting dozens of disposable goons first.

Millie passed me a small piece of paper with direction to a town and an address. The town was apparently so small it didn't have a name. She seemed less upset than I'd expected about having to cave though. Maybe it really had been all about her reputation.

Belladonna was staring at me with a weird glitter in her eyes, like she just found her new personal hero, and as I left, she trailed behind me peppering me with questions. "That was AMAZING! What was that? Can you do it any time? What was that stuff that was exploding? Why did it feel like everything changed around us for a while? Can you teach me?"

"That was a pseudo Domain, yes, corrosive energy, domain stuff, and no." I replied in order. "And why are you following me. You accomplished your promise. I appreciate your assistance and your friends are safe."

"But I don't want to LEAVE!" She gushed. "That was amazing, you're the toughest person I've ever seen!"

I shrugged. "Statistically that says more about you than it does me. Plenty of people on this planet are stronger than I am. Not even just C or B-rankers, but other D-rankers higher up into mastery.

She shook her head stubbornly. "No WAY. You're awesome. I want to learn from you. Teach me!"

I blinked at her. "Teach you what exactly? How to use a staff? Techniques? Do you even have a Path yet? Plus your ability is obviously completely different than mine. What am I supposed to be teaching you."

She stopped, putting her fists together and bowing. "Anything you wish, master. Your humble disciple is eager to learn."

"That's…what? Don't do that." I was appalled. I didn't need a fucking APPRENTICE here. That was crazy. Especially one who was already a D-ranker. I mean I guess I could train her in techniques but- NO. I wasn't considering this. That was ridiculous. "I'm not your master. I'm not training you."

I turned and strode off in the direction the paper indicated, and Bella jogged after me. "Wait, did the training already start? Is THIS training? Like if I give up I was never worthy in the first place? Master? Is answering me making things too easy? Stop moving so fast, my legs are so short compared to yours!"

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Bella was still following me. In my head, Callie was howling with laughter over my new 'apprentice'. I thought it was much less funny, but I didn't dignify her mockery with a response, opting to take the high road (which is much less effective when the person can FEEL how much they're annoying you). Still, I wasn't willing to beat her up or anything to get her to leave, so I'd had to get used to her incessant questions.

"Your armor is so cool, should I get armor too? Should I start wearing all black? Or using a staff? Maybe a really big mace. Oh, should I change my name? But Belladonna is already a pretty cool name, maybe I should change my last name. What about "Nightshade"? Or is that redundant?" She chattered happily as she trailed behind me, until finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

I whirled on her. "Fine!" I snapped. "You can be my apprentice. I will teach you my ways. First lesson, we are people of mystery, and we let the silence speak for us. Practice looming menacingly, and more importantly QUIETLY as we walk."

She squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down. "Yay! That's so exciting! And you're so right, silence can be so intimidating, like you've been silent this whole time and you're super menacing and now that I know I should be silent I can totally practice that too and I'm gonna be so good at it, I'm gonna be the most silent silent person to ever silence and everyone will see me and be like wow she's so quiet-"

I slammed all my attention into my Focus, blocking out the sound as my new apprentice fell into one of the longest run on sentences of all time without a breath as she completely ignored my instructions.

My wife's smugness and amusement radiated over the bond, but I did NOT contact her directly. I didn't need to hear her gloat about how hilarious it was that as both a teacher and a student I was absolutely miserable in the instructor disciple dynamic. I understood Abel's sadism a little better now, even if I was sure I'd never been this annoying.

We came to a stop on the edge of a towering cliff, overlooking a small valley. The valley in question (more of a divot really) was set far up into the mountains, and could only really be seen from directly above. Bella whistled in amazement as she stared down at it. "Wow, I didn't know this was here."

"Pretty much no one does, from what I can tell." I admitted. "It doesn't even have a name. The locals just call it 'town' when they refer to it at all. I doubt I'd have ever found this place without directions."

Which made me wonder, had my fate pushed me along the path that had led to me being ambushed by Bella and co? Without them, I wouldn't have found Millie so quickly. Granted, I was pretty sure, given how close to Chester's hometown she had been, I'd have found her eventually. My research had definitely paid off in that department, even if I'd also kind of tripped over the answer. Better to be lucky than good, but being both was obviously better than either.

"So, do we go down and look for him now?" She asked excitedly. "I bet you'll find him in like…five minutes."

I laughed. "He has a Path dedicated to Stealth. Finding him won't be quite that easy." Unfortunately, busting out Bael right now would be a difficult thing to explain away, given my established powerset. Using it to hide a conversation was fine, but a long term usage dedicated to finding someone in hiding would draw far too much attention.

Eye of Revelation, however, would be fine. I could pass it off as a side effect of my mask, which was pretty eye catching on its own after the changes. I told Bella I'd be using it before I triggered my observations Skill, scanning the cliffside for traps out of habit before I descended to look for the man in question.

I paused. There were…several traps on this cliff. That was odd. Maybe Chester HAD prepared for company. They looked kind of old, to be fair, so he wasn't expecting me specifically. I glanced over them, then turned to Bella. "Second lesson, landing." I grabbed her by the back of her coat and tossed her off the cliff.

While that might SEEM harsh, Bella's ability was escape, which lent itself to landing just fine. I'd thrown her over the traps, and she managed to adjust in midair, landing perfectly safely (if somewhat disheveled and put out) in a small field at the bottom of the cliff.

Double Trouble put me right behind her, and I was in time to hear her cursing me under her breath as she stared up at the illusionary copy of me on the cliff face. "Sorry." I said calmly. "I didn't catch that. What did you say about my mother?"

She jumped out of her skin, whirling to stare at me, then spinning back to note the now vanished illusion. "Master!" She squeaked in terror. "How? When? It's so nice to SEE you! What a stylish and well executed descent. I was just saying your mother must be an amazing person to have given birth to such a suave and debonair master of the arts of…mountainclimbing."

"You should work on your lying." I informed her. "You're terrible at it. That's a character flaw. Lying is important. Now, what did you learn from that experience?"

She paused. "That…I need to be ready for the unexpected? Because danger could happen at any time? Was that what you were trying to teach me?"

I shrugged. "Oh I wasn't trying to teach you anything. I just needed you down here so I could teleport. Being able to learn from any experience is certainly important though. Good for you." I patted her on the head, ignoring the expression of horrified disbelief as I moved on. I definitely DIDN'T grin under my mask at a petty victory to pay back her incessant babbling.
To my shock, her sulking actually made her stop talking for a minute, and I peeled my eyes for any sign of…anything. I had the image of Chester in my scroll, but I'd never seen him. Still, upon searching the town as best as I could for anyone currently outside I didn't see him, or any sign of secret buildings or anything.

Resigning myself to asking around, I decided to take a horrible risk. I asked Bella a question. "So, what's your Path?" I realized earlier we were D-rankers, so both of us had to have Paths. I'd questioned if she had one earlier, but that had been stupid. She had to have a Path.

Her eyes brightened, her previous annoyance blown away in a storm of exuberance as she answered me quickly. "Oh, I'm on the Path of Escape! I decided to double down on my ability, that way I'd be super good at getting away. What's your Path? It must be really strong for you to be able to do all the stuff you can do."

DS Mastery might be a unique Skill, but Doom Sovereign itself was a very common game, especially in cult territory. Still, the less links between me and Solomon the better. "It's complicated." I said, brushing her off. "Has to do with my father's infernal heritage. I won't be teaching you my Path anyway. I'm going to teach you my staff art."

That was something of an experiment. Theoretically, if she could practice my staff art she could learn how to use my forms. Eventually. I'd have to teach her the stances first, but the forms themselves WERE fully functional skills constructed with proper Skill construction. I should be able to teach them the same as any other Skill. My Skill was Unique, but part of the reason those were so hard to create was because you were blazing a trail no one had taken before.

If nothing else, this little experiment would help me learn more about Skill construction and legacies, which should be valuable when perfecting Skills before S-rank. Seeing how Skills (even unique Skills) could be learned and passed down should help me better understand the way bloodlines worked.

There was a small chance I couldn't teach her, but I hadn't ever been told Unique Skills couldn't be learned, just that they often stalled out early because of the difficulty of development. Of course, from a Skill construction standpoint, I knew that most likely, the people making those Skills constructed them badly because they went in blind, and didn't have the soul strength to hold it all together through the bad engineering.

Mashing Skills together like I had been, or trying to invent new ones from scratch, was undoubtedly way harder without the ability to see and study the way Skills were put together. It made me damned glad for that book I'd gotten.

We walked through town, Bella going on about her Escape Path, and me looking for any sign of our target. Finally, we came to the place I was most likely to hear something, the tavern. We stepped inside and sure enough, all conversation cut off. I strolled over to the bar, dropping a pair of E-ranked chits and asking for a drink and a meal. As the barman scurried off to make the food, a woman emerged from the back. "Haven't seen you around here." She said blandly as she let both hands slip under the bar.

"Haven't been here." I answered, my demonic voice putting all of them on edge instantly. "Just here looking for a friend. Chester Baddington." The woman was older, maybe mid forties, and definitely an Ascendant, though only E-rank.

She glanced around. "Well, do you see him? I ain't seen anybody like that around, how about you Lyle?" Her icy blue eyes flicked to the man seated at the bar. She ran a hand through her thick black hair, showing the streaks of grey at the temples.

Lyle the bar fly, an older man who looked fifty and was probably MUCH older given his D-rank cultivation, just shrugged. "Doesn't sound familiar."

"There." She said triumphantly. "Doesn't sound familiar. And Lyle would know. If he's not here and Lyle don't know him he's probably not anywhere in town." She very carefully did NOT look at the table in the middle of the room, the one with a trapped door under it that I could see with Eye of Revelation.

I shrugged. "Maybe not. Maybe I'll just eat my meal and go."

She relaxed a bit…and then my apprentice decided to speak. "But master, Bad Millie told us he was here, if she lied we have to go back right? I don't want to go back, that big fight with all those guys was super scary, even if I wasn't fighting myself. I bet he's here and they're just lying about it!"

I closed my eyes, sighing in resignation as every person in the bar tensed up. I turned to look at Bella. "We need to have another discussion about the benefits of silence." I said tiredly. And then I moved, pushing her out of the way of the jagged knife Lyle had drawn from his sleeve and tried to open my throat with.

My fist lashed out, battering him off the chair with an explosion of black flame as I got in front of Bella, making sure Mornax was active.

"Look." I said bluntly. "I'm here for Chester Baddington, and I think we all know he's in your basement. Why don't you hand him over and this doesn't need to get ugly. Because you're not going to win if this turns into a fight."

I felt my Danger Sense scream and triggered Double Trouble on reflex, only for Lyle's knife to bisect not just my copy, but the fucking WALL behind it. I grimaced as I watched him cut the building in half on one side. That had been a technique, and a pretty nasty one too. Great.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"That was rude." I said dryly as I stared at the bisected wall. "I just came here looking for someone and you try to cut me in half. That's objectively bad manners. Don't you people have hospitality here?"

Lyle grinned at me. "Sure, I can put you in the hospital right quick, just stand still."

His arm blurred, but my Danger Sense warned me. I leaned to the side, the slash missing me and cutting into the wall behind me at another angle. Bella had backed up, giving the fight some room, and Lyle started to circle, drifting closer to the hidden door in the floor.

Once Bella was clear, i triggered double trouble, appearing behind Lyle, staff smashing down toward his collarbone.

Despite me lead, he spun on his heel and sort of…blinked. Like he skipped part of the motion. I had Mornax active, which was good, because that fucker had aimed at my throat, and the blade clashed off my neck in a shower of sparks. I grabbed him by the collar as he stumbled back, and then punched him in the face with the fist still wrapped around my staff.

Howling in pain, he lashed out again with his knife, and again he blinked. I was expecting it this time, triggering Double Trouble and vanishing as he tried to jam his knife into the joints of the illusionary armor.

I rubbed my neck in annoyance. He'd fucking CUT me. Not deeply, it had mostly bounced off, but there was a scratch.

Solid Path, at least. And that technique was GOOD. He'd spent time on it. Refined it. "You were cutting through the space." I said bluntly as he whirled. He'd already realized the illusion wasn't me and started looking, so I didn't try to be sneaky. "That's how you moved so fast."

He was starting to look concerned. Which was fair, I'd be concerned too. He was very obviously an incredibly dangerous person, and was probably used to killing his enemies in a strike. Priding yourself on cutting power and having your knife bounce off a guy's neck was probably a pretty unsettling experience.

His eyes narrowed as he adjusted his grip on his knife. "I don't know who you are, but you aren't taking Chess."

I adjusted my own grip, activating Limbo and Abomination Engine as I prepared to attack. Before I could though, a sigh echoed through the room. "Enough, Lyle." Rang a voice from the surrounding area, everywhere and nowhere at once. There was a ripple and the hatch I'd seen became suddenly visible, pushed open as a lanky blonde guy climbed up out of it.

"Chester Baddington I assume." I said mildly. Or as mildly as you can when you sound like a demonic bass drum.
"Friends and terrifying armored harbingers of doom call me Chess." He said, smiling winningly. "Especially ones with such lovely company." He winked at Bella, who glared back in a way that I suspect was supposed to be intimidating, but mostly just made her look like an annoyed kitten who'd just been dunked in a sink.

My apprentice must have realized her wrathful glower wasn't doing the job because she switched to a sneer before saying. "I'm Belladonna Darrow. Apprentice of Mephistopheles, the kingbreaker, avatar of destruction, ender of worlds, and sewer of…mean endings." She petered off a bit at the end, and I sighed.

"Bella, please don't make up titles. I haven't broken any kings…" I trailed off, thinking back to the Glade, I hadn't really broken Anna-Maria's father. "In any case, I'm here for the selection, and I've been given the task of tracking you down. Once I've accomplished my mission I can be on my way." I took out the scroll. I'd double checked the actual confirmation process and it was pretty simple. "I just need you to let me tie you up and slap you in the face with this paper."

He paused. "Well, that's…direct. I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to respond to that request."

I considered doing something ominous or threatening like telling him it wasn't a request, but…he seemed to be considering it. I had no reason to burn bridges without trying to cross the damned things first. "Can we sit down." I gestured to the bar. "I just paid for food and I'd like to eat it, if possible."

"Of course." He said seriously. " Heloise?" He called to the woman behind the bar. "Be a dear and fetch us my rocking chair."

That seemed like an odd seating choice to me, but I wasn't going to tell him how to sit. So when the woman left and came back with a heavy chair made of dark stone and studded with gems, I was surprised when it had four legs. "That's…not a rocking chair." I pointed out.

He shook his head. "You misheard, I said Rock King Chair. It's made from the bones of a rock king. I stole it from some Imperial Viscount passing through here a few years ago. Shockingly comfortable for a chair made of stone." He plopped down in the chair, holding out a hand as Heloise deposited a bejewled goblet of…probably wine?

Taking a sip, he hummed in bliss. "An excellent vintage, thank you." He gestured for us to sit, and our dinner was served, along with glasses of the same wine, at least based on the smell. I wasn't a wine guy but I tried a sip. It was actually pretty good.

"So." Said Chester as he swirled his wine. "What are you offering?"

I cocked my head. "Offering?" I said. "For what?"

"For my help." He said cheerfully. "You need me to agree to help you, or else this becomes a big mess, and sure, you might win, but you'd waste so much time and energy. It'd be so much easier just to pay me for my trouble, don't you think?"

Raising a brow, I considered the man. "You're trying to extort me?" I asked lazily. I let Limbo leak out, specifically the form of it with the mist bank. Moonlit Night's obscuring fog filled the room slowly, climbing from our feet and slowly creeping up our legs.

"Whoa!" He said, his face paling as he backpedaled. He clearly had decent instincts, since he recognized my domain for, if not what it was, at least a threat, just at a glance. "I was just saying that this is an inconvenience for me. A bit of compensation isn't out of line, is it?"

I stared at him murderously for a minute, letting the silence build…before nodding. "Fine." I said. "You want money? Because I doubt I have enough on me to catch your attention."

"Not at all." He said smoothly. "Just a favor. You seem like a civilized…product of my nightmares. I'm sure you'll honor a deal later on, and I have a good feeling about you. Plus your armor is stupidly well made. That's some bespoke shit right there. Anyone who can afford that is the kind of person I could stand to have owe me a favor."

I relaxed a bit. "I suppose that's not too much to ask." I admitted. "I'm asking you for a favor, after all. Very well." I held out a hand. "We will shake on it. Or do you require a contract?"

Glancing nervously at the fog still swirling at our feet, he gave an anxious laugh. "Not at all. I trust you." He took my hand and we shook, sealing the deal.

"Great!" Said Bella enthusiastically. "I can tie him up. Being a former elite bandit leader, I know how to subdue a target." A coil of rope appeared in her hands. "Lay down on the ground, and I'll show you all how a master criminal takes down her prey."

Raising an eyebrow, the thief laid down, and Bella knelt in front of him. "Now, observe, master!" She raised the rope…and then stopped. "Wait…through the loop, and then under." She paused. "Put your hands out." Smirking, Chester did so. "Alright, so I'm supposed to loop it back twice, and then fold over…wait, no that's not right. Two folds? Yes!" She wrapped him in a complex web of rope and knots before proudly holding up one end. "And now all I do is pull this and…"

Yanking the rope, I watched the hope die in her eyes as the web of restrictions disintegrated like sugar under a waterfall. Chester tried not to laugh, I really believe that, but he couldn't help it, and my apprentice slumped to the ground, broken and defeated as she held a pile of loose rope on her lap.

I sighed, took the rope, stood the thief up, and then wrapped the rope around him from top to bottom, tying the two ends in a simple double knot. "There." I said with an eye roll. "Now I just have to slap him with the scroll." She opened her mouth but I cut her off. "No. I have to do it. Sorry."

Sulking, she went back to her slump as I withdrew my scroll. "Hey, is that a unicorn?" I looked up over Chester's shoulder. Confused by the sudden change in topic, he looked up…and I slapped him clean in the face with the scroll. It glowed briefly, and then the image of him dissolved in a flash of red light, the ink rearranging itself into directions.

"Alright." I said with a nod. "Now we're done." Chester grinned, and with a slight flourish, the rope fell into pieces.

"Sorry about your rope." He told Bella a bit smugly. "I'll buy you a new one."

She stared at it, apparently devastated. "My mother gave me that rope before she died. It was woven from strands of her hair."

Chester looked horrified. "Gods, really?"

She grinned. "No, I bought it at a store. Honestly. Serves you right for laughing at me earlier though." She stuck out her tongue at him, and he gave her a rueful smile, but nodded, conceding the point to her.

We all sat back down, digging back into our food, which had lain forgotten after we dealt with the business at hand.

It was pretty damned tasty, and the wine was still pretty good, especially paired with the food. "So." Said Chester as he flirted shamelessly with my apprentice. "I don't suppose you'd have need of a wily handsome rogue on your team for the rest of this selection? I could probably be convinced to help for another favor."

Despite my amusement at his transparent attempt to get closer to Bella…I didn't immediately turn him down. Two people wasn't much of a team, and neither of them were part of the selection, so it wasn't a conflict of interests to get help from them, even if they might try my patience a bit at times.

"Fine." I said after a brief pause. "We'd like your help. Of course, we don't know what the future tasks will be." The Delthrys line of tasks was open to me since I passed this one. I could just drop out now that I'd finished the first, but what if Felicity's tasks were beyond me. It seemed stupid to pass up a possible in with a god who might KNOW where the world I was looking for was.

So I'd take the next Delthrys meeting, see what they had to say. If the next task wasn't too crazy I could do it while I waited for my proper task line to start up. I was sure I'd find SOME use for the favor of a god.

With that settled, I sat back and enjoyed my meal, letting my apprentice and our new partner bicker about whatever it was they were talking about. I had to admit, the nonsense chattering reminded me quite a bit of being home, bickering with Benny while Callie rolled her eyes at our antics. It wasn't a bad ambiance to eat a meal to. Maybe letting him come along wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

 

[MichaelSuave]

And now I know it was a bad idea...

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The trip back to the inn I was staying at was surprisingly long. Not necessarily because of actual time spent, but because the bickering between Bell and Chester had gone from charming to unbearable fairly quickly. I'd retreated into my Focus as best as I could, but I needed SOME Perception active so I didn't trip and roll down a hill or something. I didn't want to trip and break my neck…at first.

When we finally arrived, I had them pay for their own rooms and went up to mine. I had barely gotten through the door when the shadows across my bed rose up into a familiar form, cackling her heart out.

"Your FACE!" Crowed my wife. "I couldn't even see it, but I could HEAR your expression when she bullied you into being her master."

I glared at her as she dissolved in near sobs of laughter. "It's not THAT funny." I grumped. "You could try being a bit more sympathetic you know. She's going to massively complicate this entire-"

"Suicide mission?" She said, her laughter cutting off. "Shane. Darling. Light of my life. I get that you're trying to be all serious and focused here, but you're overdoing it."

I snorted. "I'm not trying to-" I cut off, thinking over my new 'persona'. She…might be right. I might have picked this personality because it was hyperfocused on my goals. "Well, so what. This is a serious job. I can't afford to screw around. Lives are on the line."

"Lives are ALWAYS on the line." She retorted. "That's the world we live in. Black Sorrow isn't the first god to consider killing you. We live with danger every day, and if you don't take CARE of yourself, you're going to burn out and get murdered making a stupid mistake that could have been avoided. You're a charismatic and energetic leader, babe, but this dark avenger bullshit isn't you."

Which was fair. I'd never wanted it to be. This had been supposed to be a role I was playing, a way to separate myself from who I normally was…but that was the rub, wasn't it. I had taken it too far. I missed my friends, missed my wife, missed my family, and I'd decided to HIDE in Mephistopheles.

I considered what Abel had told me so long ago. About how he just had to be true to himself and screw the rest of the world. Zeke had told me something similar about rolling with the punches.

Wearing a mask was fine, but letting it wear me was going to get me killed.

"How the hell could you tell from all the way across the galaxy?" I asked her sheepishly, removing my ACTUAL mask. "I didn't even realize it was happening and I'm right here. You're making me look bad."

She sniffed loftily. "I'm your wife. I know you better than anyone. But I had some clues. For one, I did something similar when we first came to Rajak. Trying to be perfect all the time and never taking a minute to process. Not the same situation, granted, but you need to stop hiding behind this new persona."

"You think taking an apprentice will help?" I asked incredulously.

"I can feel your emotions, darling." She laughed. "It already has. She reminds you of Jessie. Benny may be your best friend, and I may be your wife, but Jessie was always the person who believed in you most out of all of us. Having someone like that around is good for you. You're not built to be alone."

Sighing, I conceded the point. I could do solitude, like I'd discovered in the temple, but…why would I want to. Just being able to endure something didn't make it positive. I had the strength to be an island, did that mean I should be?

Obviously not. I might not be pure support like most of my family, but I worked better with a team.

"So I should trust them?" I said with a frown. "Because that seems reckless."

She rolled her eyes. "Contrary to your experience, most people's alliance options aren't 'nothing' and 'friend you would trust with your life'. Trust, but verify. I know you've been with close friends since pretty much day one, but sometimes you need to work with people you don't implicitly trust with your life."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you." I sulked. "Getting to play the wise mentor again."

She smirked at me. "Comment on my 'wisdom' much more and you aren't going to touch me for the next decade. But yes, I have to admit, this is…kind of cool. You needed so much help when we started, and then before I knew it you caught up even surpassed me a few times. I miss you needing my advice."

"I'll always need your advice." I smiled softly. "I'm hopeless without you."

"You'd better not be." She laughed. "You're alone on a hostile alien planet doing a series of trials to serve a dark goddess."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm trying to be romantic. Must you ruin all my moments?"

"Considering you'd better only be having moments with me, I think I must." She giggled. "If I find out you're having moments I'm not ruining I'm going to be pretty upset. But I miss you too. Training isn't the same without you. Waking up alone makes everything seem so much emptier." Her shadowy hand took mine and squeezed, and I returned the gesture. I knew just what she meant.

"Speaking of training." I said, changing the subject forcefully. "How is yours? Any new techniques since we talked last?" We communicated at least once a day, but we hadn't talked about training in a little while.

She lit up (which was a weird phrase to describe a concrete shadow being). "Oh, I HAVE been working on something. I can tell you about it, since sharing the story will help reinforce it. I'm calling it…the Anti-Nova." I'd never been more in love with her than when she paused to announce the name of her technique with so much gravitas.

"Interesting." I said slowly. "Show your work."

"Well, supernovas are the explosions from a collapsing star. An Anti-Nova is what happens when an Anti-Star explodes. I'd been working on the Abyss thing with your mom and grandma, and I realized that just because I have an inverted image and theme, doesn't mean i can't use their star based techniques. Not just the shape, like you do, but also the form."

I hummed in interest, flopping down on the bed next to her shadowy form. "So you made like a dark star. How does that work?"

"It burns in an inverted universe." She proclaimed seriously. "The dark fire burns with the cold chill of the abyss, and when the dark star goes supernova, that chill expands, consuming the universe in concentrated heat-death. It's solid entropy, the flames from the end of creation, and one day, it will take us all."

Snorting, I grinned at her macabre enthusiasm. "A bit melodramatic, but still interesting. I wish I could use it. Sadly we both know it doesn't work that way, so I'll have to wait until I see you again."

We'd realized early on after our rank up, that while Callie could use my forms, and even the techniques from those forms, I couldn't do the same. Basically, because my Path was a part of my through my second ability, it was within reach of the bond as a Skill. Callie's illusory Path was still separate from her soul, having not gone through the same condensing that mine had when it had become Solid and then part of my ability.

She snickered. "Poor you. I tried using that new technique of yours and almost blew my chest apart. How the hell do you stand it?"

"Mornax, mostly." I admitted. "It's enough to help my body hold up under the enhancement. Also your Might is a lot higher than mine, so there's a higher requirement for durability. You can do two at a time, right? Try using Mephistopheles and Mornax together."

She shook her head. "Two is hard and I can barely hold it, much less do a technique. I can use your forms, but they're not really mine. That combo I used on the Wendigo was the best I've got for the moment. Maybe when the bond hits Master."

"Which might be years at this rate." I seethed. "It's impossible to progress it when we barely see each other. I mean, we use it all the time, but I don't feel like it's getting any stronger."

Her shadowy hand reached up to lay on my cheek. "Peace, love. I know its hard to be so far apart, especially just after our wedding, but we have thousands of years together, or more. A little patience will help put things in perspective. We're already growing faster than anyone has a right to expect."

"But is it enough?" I asked with a sigh. "The candidate competition is coming in less than a year. Do you know how SCREWED we are if we're not strong enough? There will be actual A and B-rankers."

She shook her head. "Not really." She corrected. "I mean, some probably, but only a few. Don't forget, you're not the only one who was expecting this to go on longer. They moved it up because of the war, but that means everyone else is losing just as much time. Your mom says most of the strongest are C-rank, with a FEW B-s as outliers. Not to mention this is a faction building competition. You have some serious power players on your team. Especially if you get this done and your mom can actively support you."

That was one thing that made me feel a bit better. I did have some built in support from my mom's side of the family. Grandpa and grandma would help (not directly obviously, I wasn't even sure we COULD bring an S-ranker to the inheritance competition) but they had access to quite a few A-rankers at the church, which would bridge the gap between me and some of the more powerful candidates.

Hearing that there wouldn't be a bunch of A-rank wishmaster candidates running around helped too. I probably should have discussed this with mom, but I hadn't exactly been flush with time before leaving.

"Tell her I said I love her." I told my wife. "Chelsea too. I miss them. It's weird, I spent so much of my life without them, but having them around for just a short time they became such a big part of my world. I guess that's family for you. Anyway, you'd better go. I need to try to get some sleep before Echelon wakes me up dramatically in the middle of the night."

She giggled at my sulky tone, then leaned up and gave me a soft kiss. "Sweet dreams." She said as she leaned against me and dissolved. I sent the same sentiment back over the bond and rolled out of bed, dragging off my giant set of plate armor. I put my mask back on before i went to sleep though, just so my face was covered.

I woke in the middle of the night to a rapping on my door. Groaning, I got up, stretched, and took the time to re-armor before I walked to the door and pulled it open.

"You are requested." Said Echelon in that raspy creepy voice. He dissolved into feathers again, and I rolled my eyes, walking down the hall and banging on Bella's door, and then on Chester's. If they wanted to be part of this they could wake their happy asses up just like I had to.

They looked fuzzy, but excited as I led them downstairs where Echelon waited. Their first exposure to the creepy bastard seemed every bit as tense and portentous as mine had been, but I'd kind of gotten used to him. "Alright." I said after a minute. "Can you hurry this up? I want to go back to sleep." Callie had been right. No more doom and gloom personality to hide behind. I was Mephistopheles in name only. Shane Wyndham was back, and he was going to kick the asses of everyone in the selection.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"Greetings." Echelon rustled. "You've completed your task." He glanced at Chester. "Perhaps even more thoroughly than expected. I take it from your presence here that you wish to continue the trials of Delthrys?"

Bella stepped in front of me. "Master, this guy is super suspicious." She whispered too loudly to even pretend to be stealthy. "And I think he might be birds."

"What does that even mean?" Chester snorted. "That's not even- nope, just used my Path to pierce his stealth. My bad, he's totally birds. Like…a lot of birds. That's objectively too many fucking birds, man."

The servant of the god of secrets sighed. "I am NOT 'birds' as you so eloquently put it."

"He's like…a thousand birds in a guy suit." Chester reiterated. "He is very clearly lying to you. Why else would he be wearing that suspicious ass cloak?"

"We're getting off track." I said tiredly. "It's fine if he's birds. I have nothing against birds. He's here to give us our next assignment. That'll keep us busy while we wait for MY trial to come up. Speaking of, when is the Lady of Lamentation's trial starting?"

Echelon cocked his head. "Next week. Though I would seriously advise against pursuing that path. Her trials are notoriously horrifying to take part in. They're made to weed out sadistic lunatics, and usually end up picking up masochistic lunatics instead. Some of whom go insane. More insane. They're unpleasant."

I'd assumed that, but it was nice to know I wasn't going to need to torture someone else, just ENDURE torture. Joy.

"Your completely unbiased opinion is noted." I said dryly. "Now how about you give me the next trial. I need something to do for the next week, assuming I don't solve your next one as quickly as the first."

That seemed to genuinely offend him. "You will NOT. The Manhunter exercise is a basic introductory lesson to get you used to the concept of secrets. It's the easiest and quickest of all the tasks you'll undertake. The god of secrets governs all things hidden."

"Actually, I was wondering about that." Said Bella curiously. "His twin brother is the god of deception, right? What's the difference?"

The cloaked head snapped around. "That question." He hissed. "Represents a fundamental lack of basic logical thinking and a complete dearth of creativity. Deception is the deliberate obfuscation of a truth. It is a base and hamfisted method of concealing that which you dare not reveal. Secrets are truths worn away by time or desperation. They are currency. They are POWER. Deception is just making shit up."
"We're getting off topic." I soothed the angry bird person. "You were going to tell us about our next task?"

He sniffed. "Yes. I suppose. Your task is simple, and yet infinitely complex. Two hundred years ago, in a town not far from here called Devule, a shopkeeper was murdered. You are to find out who murdered him, and why." I froze, and the messenger's tone turned vindictive. "What, is that too easy for you?"

It wasn't. It was the exact opposite of easy. Two centuries of time…but then, maybe it wasn't. This was a B-ranked planet, everyone here was F-rank or higher. Which meant they all had a lifespan of far beyond two hundred years. Most of the people involved were probably still around.

Still, it wasn't a walk in the park, I just nodded grudgingly. "Alright. That's kind of tough."

Managing to look smug when your whole face was a floating half mask in a pitch black hood was impressive. With that, he turned to the others. "You may receive help from your…allies. Return to this spot at midnight when you've completed your task." There was an explosion of feathers as a massive wave of ravens burst from the cloak hood, streaking from the room.

The cloud of birds split in two, one half mobbing my apprentice and the other Chester, and the two of them shrieked and batted at the animals as they cawed and pecked at them before flying out the window, which had burst open in the exodus.

Bella was panting, hair askew and body littered with little cuts. "There are feathers in my MOUTH!" She screamed at the retreating forms of the birds in the sky.

"Petty bastard." Chester muttered. Then he turned to Bella and subsequently burst out laughing.

"What?" She demanded, checking herself over for possible reasons he might be so amused. "What did I miss?"

Chester gasped, leaning against the wall to prop himself up as he cackled so violently his legs went weak. "Nothing." He wheezed. "It's just…those ravens were murder on your hair." Then he dissolved into even louder cackles. Even i chuckled a little at that, though Bella just pouted harder than I've ever seen a human pout.

"Well, that was bracing." I said with a clap of my hands. "Apparently you two have a gift for pissing off people more powerful than you."

They both just shrugged sheepishly, and I rolled my eyes. "So, being locals I don't suppose you've heard of Devule? Any sort of lead would be a good thing. Like is one of you secretly from there?"

"You know where I'm from." Reminded Chester.

"And I'm from Delthaven. It's one of the largest cities on Rackham." Said Bella brightly. "My family is kind of a big deal. I could ask around though?"

Somehow, I doubted it would be that east. Like obviously we would still do it, but based on Echelon's attitude we'd probably need to go to the actual town and interview people connected to the incident. This was obviously supposed to test our mystery solving acumen. Which I totally had. I'd found MULTIPLE serial killers. Sure, one of them had just shown up and tried to kill me, but the recursion had to count for something.

There was a crash behind us, but before I could whirl to check it out, I heard a familiar voice. "Fist?" Camethe drowsey tones of Rayden from the doorway. "What are you doing down here this late." I turned to find Ray standing blearily in the door. "Wait, were you meeting Echelon? Fuck, you totally already finished your first trial didn't you? Were you the first?"

"Doubtful." I said, annoyed the bird bastard had clearly dropped his noise suppression on the way out to be spiteful. "At least he didn't mention it. Which I'm sure he would've. Guess someone else on Rackham is a better detective than me."

Chester raised his hand like we were in childcare. "Question. Who the hell is this person?"

Ray gasped. "Who am I? Who AM I?" He paused. "Wait, I just woke up, my head is fuzzy. Hey Fist, who am I?"

"That's Rayden." I said with an eye roll I was sure they could hear in my voice. "His keepers are Desria and Cavallo, who are approaching from behind. I assume they didn't notice him slipping out of his room."

Desria snorted. "We aren't his KEEPERS. We're just responsible for watching him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, or dangerous, or crazy, or reckless, or rude…" She trailed off. "Son of a bitch we are his keepers." She turned to her boss with a glare. "I want a raise you chaotic bastard."

"But I don't pay you." He said bluntly. "So…sure. I'll quintuple your salary."

"I can't decide if you're going to be a bad influence on them or the other way around." I said tiredly. "But I'm almost positive that letting you all meet is not going to end well. I can hear the world screaming. Also, did you break down that door on the way in?" I pointed at the entrance to the room, where the door was hanging off its hinges at an angle."

He cleared his throat. "No way. It was always like that. All the doors are."

We turned to stare at the OTHER entrance to the room, where the door was intact. Chester perked up. "I think it was cool. I want to bust a door down." He strode over and raised her foot, stomping on the wood…and immediately bounced off, falling flat on his ass. "Ow." He hissed. "Ok, clearly that door has been recently replaced with some kind of security door much tougher than the other doors."

Bella walked over and knocked on it. "Nope. This is wood. And like…old wood. There's cracks and the paint is peeling. Plus the hinges have small layers of rust on them. This door is older than my dad. And he's super old."

Chester cleared his throat as he stood. "Right. Old world craftsmanship. Like I was saying. It's clearly much older than the other doors. Those are flimsy new doors made of inferior materials. Nobody takes pride in their work anymore. Half assed doormakers and their half assed doors." He pointed at the hanging door. "Look at it. So half assed."

"Luckily you don't need to worry about that." Said Bella sweetly. "You're an entire ass."

"I like them." Decided Ray seriously. "We should keep them. And Fist too. You're now our prisoners." Desria whispered in his ear. "Wait, what? That's the wrong word? Well that doesn't sound right." He shrugged. "Alright, apparently the proper term is 'friends'." He made the quotation marks with his fingers as he said the word.

Great. It was like dealing with multiple Bethys. I wished the original Bethy was here. They'd all be so confused.

"Anyway, I take it you haven't found your target yet?" I asked Ray. "How hard could it be."

He grimaced. "My target is part of a large family, who for several generations have named all of their fairly large numbers of multiple children Russel. Even the girls are Russel. And they're all Ascendants, so theres like five generations of Russel Devingtons spread out like a damned root network. We've found two hundred and five of them so far."

"Oh that SUCKS." I laughed. " You still have the picture though, right?"

"I told you, the family has a lot of multiples." He seethed. "Like ten sets of twins. ALL identical. Half the family has the same face. We've tried five different Russels and they were all duds."

I couldn't help it. I just cracked up. I wasn't bothering with my menacing image anymore, but I imagine the demonic voiced dark knight with the horrible terrifying mask leaning against the wall howling with mirth was a weird image to take in, because everyone else in the room was just kind of staring at me blankly. When I finished, I took a deep breath. "Sorry, I needed that."

Ray sulked, but Desria was grinning at me. "Now. Why don't we get some breakfast or something." I said. "It's early as hell, but we're up anyway. I could use some grub. I'll cook again."

They perked up, and Ray threw an arm around Chester's shoulder. "You're in for a treat. Fist can cook like nobody's business. I hope he makes waffles."

"Blintzes." I called as I walked into the kitchen ahead of them. "I'm in the mood for blintzes. Haven't had them in ages. Maybe with like, a nice fruit compote." I left the stunned silence behind as I walked away, enjoying the shock. It was nice to be back to my old self.

Laughing, Ray caught up. "Guess you're not doing the brooding loner thing anymore? You seem even more different than when your persona slipped the other day. Definitely more fun."

"Am I more like…DEVILGHOST!" I sang the last word.

"No." he said bluntly. "Totally different vibe. He's kind of a weary saint. You're alright though." He winked, dragging Chester off to one side as I prepared to start cooking. Now, I just had to figure out if they had all the ingredients for blintzes. I cracked my fingers as I got to work. I did so love to lose myself in cooking. Maybe I'd have some ideas for my investigation while I worked. If only life was that convenient.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Devule was smaller than I'd expected. Ascendant cities tended to be large, but Imperial towns ignored the convention because of the Empire's taxation system. Still, this wasn't actually Empire territory, and most of the cities I'd seen had been decently sized, barring outliers like the town with no name.

In contrast, Devule was more of a hamlet than anything else, and it was surprisingly peaceful and picturesque…until we arrived.

"And I'm telling you, that bear was going to attack us ANYWAY. We trespassed on its territory, and it wasn't going to let us go regardless of what I did or didn't do." Argued Chester as he and Bell trailed behind me.

My apprentice glared at him. "You have honey on your FACE right now, as you're saying that. That basin of cave honey was in the deepest part of its lair, it was OBVIOUSLY protecting it."

"You say that." Drawled Chester. "But you had some too."

"Because you didn't TELL us where you got it!" She shouted in exasperation. "Master, can you tall this sticky fingered lunatic that he shouldn't STEAL from dangerous wild animals. There's being a thief and then there's being an idiot."

I sighed. "Chester don't steal from bears, Bella let it go. We've arrived, so you two need to calm down so we can work. Now, obviously we're heading for the local tavern to collect information, I need you two to try to blend in."

"Master, you're nearly six and a half feet tall and you're wearing a full set of C-ranked plate armor." Bella said carefully. "I feel like that ship has sailed."

She wasn't wrong. I mostly just wanted them to shut up for ten minutes. But I didn't admit that. "Bella. Am I or am I not your master?" She nodded. "Then trust that I have a reason for the assignments I give you. I need to know you can move undetected. We'll be separating. Your mission is to make conversation with the locals. I'll be acting as a distraction, so they're less likely to single you out as outsiders."

Her eyes widened in understanding. "Of COURSE." She said in an awed voice. "You're going to be using your obvious and incredibly overdramatic presence to act as a cover for us." She bowed to me deeply. "I'm so sorry master. I should never have questioned your wisdom."

"Sure." I said unconvincingly. "That's definitely what I'm doing. Wait- what do you mean overdramatic? These are just my clothes."

She was already heading for the tavern, dragging Chester behind her. "Of course master, they're every bit as eye catching and pointlessly extravagant as you had hoped! You're truly a master of subterfuge."
Then they were gone. "Next lesson." I muttered to myself. "You'll be running laps. Around the planet. On your hands."

After giving them a minute to settle in, I headed to the tavern, taking a beat before I shoved open both doors loudly. All the talking stopped (opening both doors is such a power move) and I stepped heavily into the tavern, my boots thumping on the wooden floor.

Rather than talk and ruin the mystique too early, I walked slowly to the bar, thumped down an E-ranked chit, and said. "Your finest brandy."

The bartender looked at it, then raised a brow. "Our finest brandy is eight hundred years old and brewed from the tears of an Alderian Snow Wyvern. This will buy you a thimble of it. And it won't cover the actual thimble."

"Your most one chittingest brandy." I corrected. And the man laughed, pulling out a cup and pouring a healthy measure of amber liquid into it before passing it over. "So, I haven't seen you around these parts. Just passing through?"

"Bob?" I asked in a quavering voice. "You don't remember me? It's me, Lance." My mask opened up and I tossed back the brandy, having to take a beat to keep from choking at the burn. I really didn't like alcohol. "Kidding. I know I make an impression. Yeah, I'm here to ask some questions about something that happened about two hundred years ago?"

He nodded. "The Danhalt murder." He said knowingly. I stared at him in shock. He shrugged. "This isn't a big town. Not a lot of stuff happens. Two hundred years ago would have been the eighty third year of the Eclarian Red Calender. Pretty much the only thingsof note that happened in that whole decade were the Danhalt murder and the mayor accidentally inventing a new variant of local cheddar."

"Fair enough." I laughed. "Do you happen to have any-" He rolled his eyes and pulled out a block of cheese and a knife, cutting it into slices and quickly arraying it on a plate with a selection of sturdy cheese bearing crackers. "Cheers." I said happily, passing him another E-ranked chit. "So…the murder."

The bartender, who was an E-ranker, chuckled. "Aye, I was around. Just a boy at the time, but I still remember it. I'm Kirk, by the way." He held out a hand.

"Mephistopheles." I responded, shaking it. "But you can call me Fist. Apparently its easier to say."

"Less dramatic too." He said cheerfully. "Anyone ever tell you that you might be trying a little to hard?" He waved at my armor. "Don't get me wrong, it's an intimidating image, but it seems like a lot of effort."

I groaned. "It's NOT." I argued. "It's just good armor and I'm very tall. I use it when I need it, but it's not THAT over the top." He looked skeptical. "Look, I didn't ask for fashion advice, Kirk. If I want to know how to dress like an old timey bartender I'll give you a call. Stay in your lane, buddy."

He laughed, which had been my intention, and shook his head. "Touche." He chuckled. "Anyway, the murder was big news that year. Old Ted Donahue's boy Teddy. He was closing up one night and someone came up behind him and slit his throat. Bled out right there in the shop. No trace of who did it."

"There wasn't an investigation or anything?" I said, a bit put out. "Evidence collected? Maybe some pictures of the scene."

"Devule is a small town." He said with a shrug. "The local constable is also the candlestick maker. I mean, they looked into it, asked around. I remember Teddy having a bit of a beef with the butcher's son, pardon my pun. They were both after Dana Cassidy, though she ended up marrying the baker's boy."

I latched onto the comment. "Do you think the butcher's son might have done it out of jealousy?"

"Harley?" He said with a laugh. "Harley's too lazy to get out of bed most day's. He took a job over at the bookstore a few years later. Still works there. Sleeps most of the day behind his counter. No, the constable questioned Harley, and he wasn't motivated OR skilled enough. They were all F-rank at the time, just barely strong enough to live here. There really was no obvious motive."

"And there haven't been any other murders?" I asked, desperate for some kind of clue.

He snorted. "Of course not. We have some runaways once every few years. Someone decides they can't take it and leaves, but that's nothing big. They're always pretty vocal about wanting to get out of Davule. Most don't have too many connections here, so they don't keep in touch."

That sounded kind of suspicious to me, but he seemed not to mind it, so I just filed it away. I sighed, eating a few more crackers. "Can you give me directions to the bookstore?" I asked with a sigh. "I'd like to at least talk to Harley."

Laughing, he shook his head. "You kids and your mysteries. We get a couple of you popping up every decade or two. Hear about something suspicious and try to make your bones as a detective by solving the great mystery. Not a lot of those around. Your Path something related to investigation?"

"You could say that." I said wryly. "Anyway, thanks for the info Kirk. I'll be sure to swing back by for those bartender fashion tips."

He guffawed. "You do that. I'll show you the ropes. Nothing screams 'charming and debonair' like a stained leather apron with a dirty bar rag in the pocket."

Chuckling, I turned and headed out. I didn't move right over to the bookstore, but waited outside for about a half hour. Finally, Bella and Chester came out. "Well?" I asked. "How did you do? I made a big enough ruckus to give you something to talk about."

"It was genius master!" Bella squealed. "It actually seemed like you were a total idiot who embarrassingly tried to underpay for good booze. If I didn't know you were doing it on purpose, I'd have assumed you were completely incompetent." I took a deep breath, counting to ten and promising myself to double her laps when I assigned them.

"Yes." I said blandly. "That was clearly my intention. No need to keep going on about it." I'd actually planned to play up the intimidation vibe, but since it didn't work and I'd mostly abandoned my persona, I just went with friendly and personable. I hadn't realized they'd have decent brandy, and that part hadn't been intentional, but I wasn't admitting that to my apprentice.

Bella beamed, but continued. "Anyway, we asked about the incident after you finished talking to the bartender. A few of the other patrons had a bit to say. Most of them didn't want to talk to strangers, but there was a drunk or two who felt compelled to comment on your performance. You really had them convinced you were a complete dumbass.

"Basically, they said that they weren't so sure the 'runaways' were runaways. One of them said his niece vanished. She was an orphan, but he swears she would have called or written at some point." She frowned. "The others seemed to dismiss him, but I thought it was really sad. Do you think it has to do with the secret we're looking for?"

"My gut says yes." I nodded. "I'm going to look into the bookstore. I want you to go back in and talk to the locals some more." I passed them a bag with ten E-ranked chits. "Buy some people drinks, get them to open up. Try to get dates for the disappearances, we need to see if there's any patterns besides 'people who won't be missed'."

She nodded solemnly. "You got it master. I sent word to some of my contacts, but they don't know much about this place. It's kind of off the beaten path." Chester echoed the sentiment.

"I know. I didn't have much hope for outside sources on this one." I shrugged. "I'm sure SOMEONE on this planet knows something, but I'm not interested in paying some information broker a fortune to get answers. I sincerely doubt it would count anyway." My task was to find the secret, and the investigation and discovery was the whole point. I might pass by buying the info, but I doubted I'd make a very good impression, and if I was doing this I might as well do it right.

They headed back inside, and I turned and made my way to the bookstore. As I did, I smiled to myself. This felt…good. Looking for answers, hunting for the truth. Something weird was going on, and if I figured it out, i might be able to really help these people. I wondered what I was going up against. Surely nothing too overpowered, the god of secrets wouldn't send me after some ancient demon or something on my second trial.

As I arrived at the bookstore, I pushed the door open, the next steps on this journey were clear enough. I needed more info. A bookstore seemed like the perfect place to get it. Now I just needed to ask the right questions.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Harley was asleep. I tried waking him up but he straight up refused to talk to me during his "legally mandated five hour lunch break". He told me to come back in a few hours, so I left. I wasn't really in a hurry. I had a task to do, but I also had a week to kill, and this murder happened two hundred years ago.

It was kind of nice, really. I'd been sprinting from one fire to the next since I became an Ascendant. I'd had downtime, travel and vacations and stuff, but at the same time, even that felt…immediate. Like I needed to chill out RIGHT NOW so I could get as much relaxation as possible into as little time as I could. Which, of course, wasn't actually a super relaxing sensation.

This was weird. It was like…a working vacation. Just facts I was hunting, taking my time, walking my own pace. It was peaceful.

"Master!" Squealed Bella as she appeared next to me where I was sitting outside the bookstore. "Did you talk to the bookstore guy?" I chuckled, speak of the devil. It didn't bother me. In a way it added to my relaxation. Having a friend to share things with.

"I didn't. He's on lunch apparently. Did you have any luck at the tavern?" She seemed energetic, but then, she always did.

Her smile wilted a bit. "Not really. Chester is still there. He's better at this kind of stuff. I don't have a lot in common with small town people. I tried my best though." She looked like she expected me to kick her puppy or something, and it made me feel kind of bad. Was I being that harsh? I'd messed with her a little, but it had felt like banter.

I considered her for a minute then stood. "Follow me." I told her calmly. "I want to give you a lesson."

Her eyes widened in excitement. "A lesson? Is it going to be a technique? Maybe a new Skill?"

"Neither." I said with a shake of my head. "Something much more important. I've learned a lot from my own mentors, but one of the biggest things they've taught me is that WHY you do what you do is as important as how." I led her out of the small hamlet, into the woods to a clearing I remembered nearby. "Motivation and drive is what separates great Ascendants from flashes in the pan."

She nodded, accepting my statement, but seeming a bit confused. "So you're going to teach me…philosophy?"

"Among other things." I agreed. "But philosophy first. My mentor has his own, as does my uncle, who has helped shape me. My mother does too, though she's talked less about it with me. And during the time I've been traveling, I've been working on my own. It's still taking shape, but I'd like to share it with you."
My Path was a part of me. Not just literally, but figuratively. I was the Doom Sovereign, the Fatewalker. It affected the way I lived my life, the way I saw the world, and so much of who I was. And I'd never taken the time to put that into words. To crystallize what it meant to me.

"Destiny…" I said slowly, thinking about how I felt. "Is all around us. It isn't a single path, or a single concept. It's fluid, ever changing. Your destiny can be one thing one second and another thing the next. We all have innumerable destinies, uncountable possible paths, and we have to decide which one to walk down."

Her face was still confused, but it was thoughtful. "So…I should think about what my destiny should be? Try and choose my path as it comes?"

I shook my head. "The path we walk isn't just made up of what's ahead. It's also made up of what's behind. Every step you take is a brick in your road, but the entire thing is the sum total of your destiny. Both the next step and all the ones before.

"People like to treat combat, or contests, or even survival, like it's a zero sum game." I tried to articulate. "Like each incident you experience is discrete, a unique and unrelated moment in your life that you pass or fail. But that's the opposite of what it means to be an Ascendant. Destiny isn't just a step you take. It's MOMENTUM. Every step is leading to the next, pushing you forward. Everything you were before makes up who you are, and that's the person who takes the next step."

I didn't know what I was talking about exactly. Like I did, and I believed everything I was saying, but I didn't know WHY. I just felt like I had to get it out. Had to speak my truth into the world, and that Bella needed to be the one to hear it.

It felt like Enlightenment kind of, but more…personal. I somehow knew that if I could find the right words it would push my Path forward. Or at least help me understand it. But to do that, I needed my Path to not just help me, but to help her. I'd accepted her as my apprentice, and this was how she could help me grow. By learning what I had to teach.

Fate swirled around us, nearly visible it was so thick, and I felt words ready to spill out of my mouth, but I needed her to UNDERSTAND. To grasp what I was saying.

And to my utter shock, she did. It was like something clicked in her head, and her eyes got a little hazy. "You're saying you can help me find my direction, but unless I take my steps with all the experiences I've had before behind me it won't mean anything. You can show me the roads but I have to walk them. Or else I'll interrupt my momentum."

"Exactly!" I shouted, excited. "You need that buildup of purpose and drive to progress, so I can show you ways to choose a direction, but you have your own path to walk and have to choose your next steps yourself. Never compromise your destiny. Never change it to be more like someone else. Not even me. Find what works for you in what I have to teach and make it yours, make everything yours, and that'll be how you move forward without ever slowing down!"

My mind cleared. I'd been rolling along on my Path, having skipped a bunch of steps because I'd tripped into accidentally forming it. But I hadn't UNDERSTOOD it. And I was never going to create my Chronicle that way. I couldn't. I wasn't there yet either, but this had helped, had shown me the way. My Path wasn't just a skill or a thing I used to create techniques. It was like I told Bella. It was my destiny. It was the next step that all the other steps had led you, and I'd somehow managed to sprint a quarter mile ahead of myself, and I couldn't take another step until I caught up.

Which was a ridiculous metaphor that made no sense at all, but it made sense to ME, and that was all I needed. I glanced at Bella, who seemed to be in kind of a trance. I hadn't taught her anything tangible, but this was something she could incorporate into her Path like I just had.

In a way she was probably lucky, because her Path was still illusory, and incorporating this information into it earlier would help her get a better idea about how to proceed. She would UNDERSTAND how she could move forward, instead of just accidentally falling ass backwards into her progression like I had.

I think I'd needed this trip off on my own. Needed this chance to understand who and what I was without my team around, to find this direction. Honestly, I think I'd needed an apprentice. It made me wonder how much influence my Fatewalker instincts had on pushing me toward the ambush where I'd met Bella.

Regardless of the answer, she'd helped me here, in a way that I couldn't quantify, but that I absolutely KNEW was going to be integral to my future success.

And so, I decided to teach her more than just meta lessons. I waited, letting her digest the Epiphany she was having. I wasn't in a rush, like I'd just been thinking, though my current excitement made that harder to hold onto.

Finally, she blinked away her reverie, looking at me in wonder. "That was…weird. I feel like my Path changed. Not in a bad way, I did like you said and only took what felt right for me. But…it changed things. Like my Path is still escape, but a different kind of escape. Before it was reactive, like I was running away, but now I see that escape can mean other things. I can keep ahead of everything, run forward and outdistance my enemies not out of fear, but to be…free of them? I can't put it into words."

"And you don't have to." I told her with a laugh. "But you should hold onto the understanding. Put it into a technique. In fact, it sounds perfect for the one that I want to teach you right now. It's a movement technique."

She perked up. "A technique? Is it like that cool exploding flame teleport thing you do?"
"It's the technique I derived it from." I said with a laugh. "My mom taught it to me. It's called the Supernova Step."

I explained the concept to her, demonstrating it, and emphasizing the need to focus on the image. But instead of just having her use it as is, I told her to try to adapt her new understanding of her Path to the image. Mom always told me I was a genius at creating techniques, it was time to see if I could teach it.

"I feel like I can ALMOST see it." She hissed in frustration. "I just can't…find the connection."

That stumped me for a second. Her Path was personal, and I couldn't exactly create a technique for her when I didn't understand it…but I could give her a concept to link the two things. "Did you know." I said conversationally. "That the speed and momentum required to escape from the orbit of a celestial body is called 'Escape Velocity'."

I don't know why I decided to say that. Why I felt like it was important for her to hear. It was a connection between the Supernova Step and her Path, sure, but it was more than that. I think my Fatewalker instincts pushed me to that, a form of repayment for helping my crystallize my path.

Her clouded expression brightened like the sun coming out after a storm. Not with excitement or joy, but with understanding. She turned, and with a burst of flame, vanished and reappeared across the clearing…faceplanting into a tree.

She stumbled back, falling on her ass and cursing, holding her nose. I walked over and helped her up. "Looks like it needs some work." I told her wryly.

Her eyes were dazed and a little dizzy, not from the impact against the tree, but more from the drain of using a new technique I think. Her soul wasn't two ranks ahead like mine (though her dad HAD paid for her to break her shackles at a local heritage of a branch of one of the five factions) and she couldn't just ignore the costs of techniques the same way I could.

Still, she had figured it out, and it was enough. She laughed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Thank you master! I promise I'll work on it until it's perfect." And I believed her. Which was good. Because I suddenly felt like I had a lot more to teach, as long as I could figure out how to help her learn it.

 

[Aureus]

These threadmarks are busted.
Where is Chapter 5 and onwards?

 

[Quenster06]

These threadmarks are busted.
Where is Chapter 5 and onwards?

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The rest of book 1 was put up for purchase on Amazon if I remember correctly. @Malcolm Tent you might want to put a link at the end of chapter 4 so people know where to go since this question is asked fairly often.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The rest of book 1 was put up for purchase on Amazon if I remember correctly. @Malcolm Tent you might want to put a link at the end of chapter 4 so people know where to go since this question is asked fairly often.

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Pretty sure I DID lol but I'll double check. There was a note on it in the chapter, but no link. I added that, though I'm not sure it'll help since people don't seem to be READING the explanation note to begin with.

 

[Quenster06]

Pretty sure I DID lol but I'll double check. There was a note on it in the chapter, but no link. I added that, though I'm not sure it'll help since people don't seem to be READING the explanation note to begin with.

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The toppest of keks. They probably just see the chapter gap and immediately comment instead of A: checking chapter 4, or B: looking to see if there's a threadmark about it. Which I did check for after my previous post.

 

[Aureus]

Pretty sure I DID lol but I'll double check. There was a note on it in the chapter, but no link. I added that, though I'm not sure it'll help since people don't seem to be READING the explanation note to begin with.

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The toppest of keks. They probably just see the chapter gap and immediately comment instead of A: checking chapter 4, or B: looking to see if there's a threadmark about it. Which I did check for after my previous post.

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Maybe it's a mobile issue but I clicked the extras threadmark before posting anything. It leads nowhere.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Maybe it's a mobile issue but I clicked the extras threadmark before posting anything. It leads nowhere.

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It's not in extras lol, its an AN at the end of chapter 4 where it cuts off. I think the extras post got deleted when I stubbed a later book, sorry. I'll add something new./

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I was in a good mood when I got back to the bookstore later that afternoon to talk to Harley. I'd already gotten my wishes stockpiled (I had seventy one), done some more training with Bella, and just generally had a fantastic day where I'd learned a lot. Sadly, my good mood didn't last long in the face of Harley's…Harleyness.

"Look man, I don't remember." The dark haired man yawned. "It was a long time ago. That was like…seventy five thousand naps ago."

Frowning, I pointed around us. "I mean, we're in a bookstore. I got the impression some of these books would cover, if not that subject, maybe the disappearances? It's been two centuries, SOMEBODY has to have written a book about it."

He blinked. "Hey, wow. That's a great idea." His brown eyes sparkled with excitement as his curly black hair flopped around, his head jerking to the side as he searched the messy stacks of nearby books. "You should check the books. They might have something about that whole thing!" He said it like he'd just had a brilliant epiphany, and I had to strangle a growl of annoyance.

"Where are the books on recent history?" I asked patiently, since I now thoroughly believed he would be no direct help.

He shrugged. "Over there." He said lazily, gesturing to basically the entire store. Rolling my eyes, I turned to the store in general, and of course, Harley took that as an excuse to go back to sleep. Sighing, I walked to the door, opened it, and called out loudly for my apprentice.

There was a loud crash from the woods off in the distance, and I watched a plume of smoke rise from where a tree had been not long ago. I waited another second or two, and Bella appeared, blazing into existence with a flash of fire and actually managing to stand still when she stopped, though she wobbled a bit like she might fall over.

"What's up, master?" She asked excitedly. "I've almost got the hang of this technique!"

I chuckled, pointing to her head, where a large piece of wood had gotten stuck in her hair by sap. She cursed, reaching up to try to pry it off, yelping at the pain when it pulled at her hair. I rolled my eyes and held up a finger, focusing a bit of black fire to the tip of it in a minute cosmic collapse and walking over to point at the wood, which exploded.

Given my new breakthrough, I suspected I could have actually tapped into both the black flame and the corrosion, even without my forms, but it would have been overkill for a piece of bark.

"I need your help with something." I said with a laugh. "If you're not busy." She pouted at my teasing tone, but I just snickered and turned to walk back into the shop. "So. We need to find any references to the disappearances, or to the murder two hundred years ago. I'm positive they're related, and we need to figure out where these people are going if we want to figure out the reasoning behind the murder."

She frowned. "I mean, it's kind of weird, isn't it?" She said slowly. "These people who were taken were people no one would miss, right? So why would whatever is doing it come into town and kill a shopkeeper? That doesn't fit the pattern at all. Are you sure it's the same thing?"

"Assuming it is, which both common sense and my instincts seem to concur with…yeah." I said in surprise. "It's a huge breach in pattern. That's a good catch, Bella. I should have thought of that." In fact, Echelon had actually helped do a lot of my work for me with this. Maybe because of the trial.

Unfortunately, it just made it more frustrating that there were no witnesses and no one to talk to about the shopkee-. I stopped mid thought, replaying what I'd been told earlier today. Old Ted Donahue's boy. I was still thinking like a mortal. If Ted junior had been murdered two hundred years ago, there was still a decent chance Ted Donahue was still ALIVE. If anyone would know what was going on with his son, it would be him.

"Bella, do me a favor, go through these books like we talked about. I'll be back to help, but I just thought of something." She gave me a sharp salute and picked up a random book, flipping through it and then tossing it on the counter before moving on to the next. Satisfied she had that under control, I headed back to the tavern, getting directions from bartender Kirk to Ted Donahue's place.

I was excited. Solving a mystery like this was kind of fun. Digging for clues, learning secrets, following leads. It made me wonder if I hadn't become an Ascendant, if I'd have wanted to be a detective.

Maybe after this whole war thing was over and my time as Wishmaster ended, Callie and I could spend some time solving mysteries. I had a feeling my wife would enjoy this as much as I did.

Despite my exhilaration though, I forced myself to calm down and take an appropriately somber tone as I knocked on the door to Ted Donahue's house. It didn't take long to answer, after a few minutes, a tired looking man in what appeared to be his early forties answered the door, dark circles under his eyes and grey in his beard. "Ted Donahue?" I asked.

"Aye?" He asked tiredly. "What can I do for you?"

I grimaced, trying to decide how to word it. "I came to ask about your son." His face hardened, and I held up my hands. "Please, I don't want to dig into painful memories for some Path nonsense. I think it might be related to a case I'm working on." It felt pretty awesome to be able to say that. That I was working a case.

He sighed, shoulders slumping. "Might as well come in." He said with a shrug. "Not like I have much better to do." He waved me inside, turning to head toward the small kitchen tucked behind an open bar in the back corner. "You want a beer?" He asked blankly.

"I'm good." I said politely, scanning the room as he dug in the fridge. It was…neat. But cluttered. Lots of things packed into a small space, but none of it looked out of place. On the mantle I saw pictures of Ted with a younger boy who looked a lot like him, a teenager. Photos of them with a snowman, awards from contests they'd won, and even one with a smiling dark haired woman that only appeared in that single image.

He saw me looking when he came back. "Sylvia." He said with a sad smile. "She was mauled by a mountain lion the same year. Beasts in these parts get antsy sometimes, and we have to send for a subjugation quest from one of the larger cities. My Sylvie had the bad luck to stumble on a wildcat. I'm ashamed to say I didn't take it as well as I could have. Left too much work on Teddy's shoulders."

I heard the guilt and regret in the sentiment, and easily followed it to its logical conclusion. "Like the shop?"

"It was a weekend." He said tightly. "He shouldn't have even been there. He wanted weekends off. But I was too drunk to open." He closed his eyes, voice jagged with grief. "I let myself fall apart and now my boy's gone. You mark my words, lad. A parent should never outlive their child. Ain't nothing worse."

"I'm sorry." I said truthfully. "I'm sorry to bring this up. But like I said, I think it might be related to a case I'm working. Did Teddy do anything strange or different in the weeks leading up to his death? If you don't remember that's fine-"

His eyes snapped open, narrowing at me in fury. "And who says I don't?" He snapped. "Who says I forgot the last days I had in this world with my son. You ask your questions, boy, and you see if I don't answer them! I'm good for that much still. Good for somethin'."

"I know he was…I guess the local word would be courting, some girl named Dana-" I started.

He burst out laughing, a genuine smile on his face. "Only in his dreams, boy. Dana Cassidy never had eyes for nobody but Brady Thornton, whom she eventually married. She was friendly enough, but never gave my son or Harley the time of day aside from polite chitchat. No, they 'admired' her from afar, and argued themselves stupid over the girl, but neither of them had a chance."

"So you don't think Harley did it?" I didn't either, but I'd met the guy for all of five minutes.

"Maybe if he was sleepwalking." He snickered. "No, Harley didn't hurt my boy. Doesn't have it in him. I saw the body. Had to identify him. Wasn't no bookstore clerk that killed him. That was trained knifework. A Skill, most like. I was in the army when I was a lad, and I saw men killed like that. Killed cold. Whoever did that knew what they were doin' and they didn't spare it no nevermind."

I nodded slowly. "Did you tell the constable?"

"Until I was blue in the face." He said with a shrug. "But I was just a grieving drunk. Ain't nobody minding me."

"So what about the weeks before." I prompted. "DID anything strange happen?"

He looked pensive. "Well…I'd never really paid it any mind. But maybe. He started asking me some questions about his ma. Where she liked to take her walks, if she knew how to fight. Dab hand with a long knife, my Sylvie. Damned cat must have surprised her."

"Really?" I asked in a faux casual tone. "That's an interesting thing to bring up out of nowhere. Where did it happen, if you don't mind me asking?"

Snapping out of his reverie, his eyes narrowed again. "Up by Deadman's Drain. The falls. She used to go up there to pick blackberries. They grow wild up on the ledges. Prickly, but sweetest damned berries you ever saw. She was making a pie for Teddy's birthday." He said absently. "Blackberry was his favorite."

I winced, realizing from the timeline his sons birthday was probably very close to the time he was killed. Not that anything could make losing a child worse, but still…that definitely wouldn't have helped.

But the last thing he'd done…that was interesting. His mother's death had been an animal attack. But him dying so close to poking around about it couldn't be a coincidence. Had the mysterious killer slipped up and left a corpse. Were there clues up at the falls maybe? I smiled at Ted. "I appreciate your time, Mr. Donahue. Sorry to bother you."

He shrugged, not even bothering to comment one way or the other. I said my goodbyes quickly and left, heading back to the bookstore to check in with Bella, a new lead in my pocket. The falls, animal attacks, plenty of possibilities to check.

As I walked, I thought to myself of what I would do if I lost a child like that. I didn't even have kids and the idea was unbearable. Then I thought about my mom. She'd lost a child, in some ways. Had been forced to give me up for my own good. Had she been like Ted, after I was gone? Drowning in her grief? Or had Chelsea saved her?

Whatever the case, I sent a quick message to my wife, to let my mother know I loved her. It didn't cost me anything to say, and it made me feel better. Then I arrived at the bookstore and stepped inside. For now, I needed to focus on the task at hand.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"So, what do we got?" I asked enthusiastically as I dropped another book on the pile of finished texts. I had all my clones out and multiple parallels going, offloading some of the strain to Callie, who was free and willing to help, which meant I was reading multiple times faster than normal. Of course, Ascendant books were stupid dense and used absurd microscript, so it was still taking a while. Especially since I could only keep a few parallels going at once.


Bella looked up from her book. "Oh, are we reporting? Let's see, i found a few mentions of those falls. They are apparently "tears cried from the eyes of hell", "the blood of an ancient evil god", "the saliva of the mouth of eternity", I'm not even sure what that last one means, but there's an illustration and it's disturbing. Giant tentacle tongue with tastebuds for eyeballs, gross."


"I'm pretty sure none of that is real." I said cautiously. "I mean…I feel like someone would have noticed, and probably tried to build a city on it or something. Ascendants are stupid like that." She nodded, acknowledging my point, but I continued. "That said, just because the falls themselves aren't special doesn't mean there isn't something special ABOUT them. There might be a place nearby housing a monster or something."


I was skeptical that was the case, honestly. Monsters didn't sneak into town and assassinate witnesses by slitting their throat. I trusted Ted's instincts, if he thought that was a professional job, it probably was. Someone with knife experience and probably experience killing people.


Chester, who had shown up a few hours ago, emerged from his own book pile. "I found a few references to animal attacks. They're not commonly talked about, but they've had to call a few "subjugation" quests. Mountain lions, bears, that kind of stuff. They always find something, but sometimes they spend a few weeks looking and have to range pretty far out. The assumption is that the "incidents" scared them off, but that doesn't sound right."


"It really doesn't." I said thoughtfully. "At least not to me. I'm not an animal expert. Luckily, I know someone who is, and she's within easy reach." I mentally shot a question to my wife, who had been relaxing helping me with my parallels. She sent me an impression of waiting, then went to ask Jessie about it.


It took a few minutes, but eventually she came back. I paused, listening to her, then thanked her and told her I loved her. Thought communication was so convenient. I made a show of bringing up the screen on my ring and fiddling with it, keeping one side of the projected image opaque while I pretended to text, then closed it.


"Alright, my source says it doesn't sound like common animal behavior. Most predators are territorial. An incident with prey wouldn't scare them off." Which had been what I'd thought. "That said, D-rank is a milestone, and the results of that rank up can be unpredictable, so it's not completely impossible. We'll have to go check the place out ourselves. If you two are interested."


They seemed excited, so I packed up all the books into something approximating their original piles (I wasn't too fussed about being exact, Harley didn't seem to have much of a system, and if he had requests he should have woken up) and then we all set off for the falls, ready to take the next step on our journey into mystery.


We arrived at the falls pretty quickly, they weren't that far away, and we were D-rankers, so travel time wasn't an issue. We came up the path across a small gorge from the falls themselves, and staring down at them…I could see why they had such an ominous name.


The water itself was normal, I could see that at the base where it collected in a pool, but because of the positioning, or some kind of material effect, it looked black as ink as it poured over the cliff. Liquid darkness, cascading off the peak of the falls, plummeting into the pool below, almost eating the light like the darkness of a collapsing star.


Deadman's Drain. I could see it. The pool at the base looked like it was consuming all life. While the edges were visibly translucent like water should be, showing the crystalline sand beneath, the center of the pool churned with the same fathomless black as the falls themselves, like the water was eating the world. "I wonder what causes that." I said with interest. I'd triggered Eye of Revelation, and I could tell it wasn't anything based on Impact or stats.


"The rocks at the top." Said my apprentice, surprising me. "It was in one of the books I was reading. They're a weird sort of inverted prism that creates a kind of anti-light. Don't ask me how it works. I read like three chapters on the effect and I still don't really get it."


I nodded with interest, tapping on the bond to send the image to my wife. I made a mental note to pick up one of those rocks as she responded with delight, clearly interested in the effect.


"Let's check around the top of the falls first. Unless there was a specific area where the bodies were found?" I addressed the question to Chester.


He shook his head. "Nothing concrete. Top, bottom, even in the woods nearby. It wasn't too obvious, or someone would have noticed it." He frowned as he stared at the dark waterfall. "Maybe. Do you guys feel…"


"Like this is a bad place and we shouldn't be here?" I finished. "Yup. It's a soul effect. It's not hitting me very hard because my soul is MUCH stronger than yours, but I can feel it a little. Scratching at the back of my brain. You guys ok here? If it's too much I can go it alone. Though I would mention this place is probably good soul training."


Bella looked interested, but Chester didn't. "My soul is already pretty decent. Sapphire. I never managed to break my second shackle, but honestly I don't mind."


I winced. Soul strength was FUNDAMENTAL. Sure, you could theoretically stick to the base soul level for your rank, but at the later ranks you NEEDED a Path. D-rank was doable at base, but once you got to C-rank it was extremely difficult and time consuming to progress your Path, and using techniques was extremely tiring, if you could do it at all. Ranking up to D-rank without breaking both shackles was essentially consigning yourself to cap at C-rank. Nobody with a weak soul could handle condensing a Chronicle.


To be fair, C-rank was decent in most forces, and that was still fifteen thousand plus years of life. That was enough for some people, and it seemed Chester was happy in his comfortable life.


Getting a running start, I pushed off, exploding forward into a Waltz that crossed the distance easily, landing neatly on the other side next to the falls. Kneeling down, I snagged a dark crystalling rock that looked a bit like obsidian, stashing it in my ring before I began my investigation…until I realized I didn't know what the fuck to look for.


I reached out through Callie to Jessie again, and she informed me that I should try to find any signs of consistent passage by a predator. If any animals claimed this area, they would either BE what we were looking for, or they'd have come across it. At least assuming it was still around and they had been born when it had been here two hundred years ago.


I activated Eye of Revelation, Rhythm of the Wild, Song of the Soil, and Scent of Truth all together. The pulse of the earth, the song of the plantlife, the smell of fact, all these things blended together in my head as I opened myself to the stimuli, giving myself as much data as I could while I scanned the area. I saw so many things. Little tunnels dug by insects, holes in the wood of the trees made by woodpeckers, and so many other things…and somehow, all of it converged into my eyes, pushing my revelation to an even higher level.


Following a path that was nearly invisible, I trekked through the trees, down a small embankment, until I came to a spot where a divot in the earth dropped into a small cavern. Overhanging roots and overgrowth hid the entrance, but it was there, and I grinned triumphantly as I dropped down into the hole.


I found myself in a cave, low and smooth, seemingly worn from the rock naturally, but sculpted in a way that told me it was made with intent. Along the walls crystals poked from the stone, a low, blue glow illuminating the space.


In the center of the chamber was a long rectangular stone, flat on top like a table, and wicked iron bolts had been driven cruelly into the stone, pinning ragged cuffs of badly cured leather. Cuffs that stank of blood and violence to my revealing eye and truthful nose. I stepped back, able to almost feel the pain and despair soaked into the rock along with what looked like LOTS of blood. It had been soaked in the stuff more than once, stained in a way both ethereal and physical.


Bella had dropped down next to me and she gagged. "That's awful. What is that?"


"It's an altar." I said grimly. "Though to what I'm not sure. Based on those, I'd say some kind of…forest demon?" I pointed at the walls, where images could be seen of some kind horrible beast, crouched and menacing. Its limbs were long and spindly, with two jointed legs like a goat, ending in flat hooked feet with five equidistant talons that formed a circle around them for stability.


It's head looked kind of like a wolf, but with raw muscle exposed on its flat ugly snout. It was disturbing how much detail was in the picture, given it seemed to have been drawn in dried blood. Someone was quite the artist.


The image showed the creature looming over a bowing figure in a hood, with a body place on the table. In the next panel, it had torn open the chest and somehow folded itself up to climb inside. Once it was finished, it cut away the face, gifting it to the figure. After that it was hard to tell, pictograms only went so far, but I was pretty sure the figure did something with the face that made it stronger.


It didn't show what happened to the monster, or why the bodies needed to be replaced, but it was clear from the context that this was a regular thing that needed to happen every so often.


Glancing around, I could see that this place hadn't been used in quite a while, but while it might not give me any special insight…it did give me a new clue. A tunnel, leading out of the chamber and off into the darkness.


"Well, I'm going down there." I pointed. My Danger Sense would alert me if anything was going to jump out and murder me. It hadn't gone off yet, and my instincts weren't telling me something impossibly dangerous was ahead. I trusted them to pick up if that thing was C-rank or something. Plus I was pretty sure that town wouldn't exist anymore if it was.


Bella took a deep breath, then nodded. "I trust you, master. I know you won't let me die. Plus if you do, I can always haunt you later. I'd make such an awesome ghost."


I laughed, and we looked at Chester, who looked annoyed. "You're both bad influences. Fine, idiots. Let's go." He gestured for me to lead, which I did, and we took off down the corridor into the unknown. I didn't think the monster was here, but hopefully I would find some sort of clue as to who the figure was. I didn't see the faceless forest demon sneaking into town and slitting someone's throat, but that hooded figure…that I could see. Time to find us a killer.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The corridor was…disqueiting. Not because there was anything in there, but because there wasn't. I was an Ascendant, which meant I had powerful senses when I chose to use them. I had all my Perception dedicated to watching out for potential traps, just in case they were too fast for my Danger Sense, and I was listening close for literally any sign of local life. There was none.

No insects, no worms, no small creatures burrowing. Even the wind seemed somehow dead, and with a flex of Song of the Soil, I could feel the earth around me, and I was horrified to discover what was in it. Bones.

Big, small, and medium bones, human and animal and some things in between. Old bones, new bones, broken and whole, some chewed upon and some pristine. A sea of silence and death surrounded us, floating in the dirt like the scattered corpses of a sunken ship in an endless earthen ocean.

I could FEEL death. It was all around us, beneath and above us, I was choking on it, like I was buried alive with all the dead interred here in these walls.

Turning to check on the others, I found them on the ground insensate and terrified, and I pushed back the sensation of death, grabbing them and dragging them behind me until we finally emerged from the tunnel. As soon as we did, it was like the air cleared of poison, I gasped in relief, panting as the other two sat bolt upright, finally lucid again out of the influence.

That was…awful. And OLD. Those bones were countless, and some were ancient. This wasn't a few hundred years of sacrifices. It was thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Not that I was stupid enough to think some million year old monster was in here. No, this place was old, but any creature who had eaten that many high rank Ascendants would be WELL past C or even B-rank by this point.

I looked around the new cavern we had entered. The sensation had gone, at least the ambiance, but if I focused I could feel it gushing from the tunnel. It just wasn't sitting stagnant. It was being funneled into the room and around a huge formation, shoved into a number of statues surrounding us. More than a number in fact. Thousands. Tens of thousands, we stood in an ampitheater, surrounded by alcoves filled with statues.

The statues were humanoid but indistinct, vague manlike shapes, with only one thing unique about them. Their faces.

Screaming human faces, all perfectly preserved and lifelike, locked in a rictus of agony but not able to make a sound. I searched the faces, and I saw one in particular that I recognized. Sylvie. Ted's wife. Her face was hard to recognize without the rest of her body, but I'd just seen her picture earlier that day. There was no mistaking it. The statue had somehow mimicked her facial bones.

Animal attack. Ted hadn't mentioned that her face had been eaten. But why would he. Animals did that kind of thing all the time.

"Oh gods." Gagged Bella. "That's…what is this? What kind of person would do this?"

"I don't know." I said with a frown. "I don't understand any of what's going on here. The monster takes the faces and gives them to the hooded figure. I assumed he kept them, but it seems he…offers them here? To something. The faces don't seem dead. I think they have SOULS caught in them. They're using them to gather something."

I needed help. Some kind of advice. This was out of my depth, lorewise. I didn't know sacrificial rituals. Or soul harvesting. But I knew who fucking did. I reached through my bond to my wife, asking her to find my uncle. She did, bolting from the room when she felt my distress, when she arrived, I reached for Shadow Manipulation, and used the darkness and our bond to create a simulacrum for Zeke.

My uncle's shadowy form rose from the dark, just like we'd done back on Callus. He raised a brow at me. "Hey kid. What's the big idea? I was working on my tan." He froze. "Shane…why does it look like you're standing in a Soul Abattoir? Where did you even FIND one of those? They haven't been in common usage for longer than your GRANDFATHER has been alive."

I shrugged. "Fuck if I know. Also watch the real name stuff old man. I'm here with new friends." I had used stealth when I'd seen him forming my name to block out the sound, but it was still sloppy of him to slip. He must be shocked. "What is it?"

"It's…complicated. They're used for soul transplants. The spirits of the unwilling dead are harvested and suspended in a state of agony. The spiritual suffering drains into the center of the room, condensing into a kind of bath. A newly transplanted soul that bathes in the Abattoir for three days and three nights can stave off rejection."

Frowning, I described what I'd seen to him. Then I described the creature itself, and he grimaced. "Varenkarsel. Nasty. They're a form of evolved undead. They're concentrated decay manifested as a spirit. They burn out bodies when they wear them, the Abattoir probably helps, but they need new bodies regularly. The whole face thing must be to feed the Abattoir. The Varenkarsel is strong, but it's difficult for them to grow. Their nature is corrosive, and it eats away at their own progress."

"So this one could be as old at the Abattoir?" I asked in worry. If it was millions of years old we were fucked."

He shook his head. "They're spiritual beings but they're not eternal. Even with a regular supply of bodies this one probably doesn't have much longer to live. They don't accept supplicants until they're on their death bed. They spend a few centuries testing their faithful by having them acquire bodies, and if they follow through, when the Varenkarsel dies, it bequeathes its essence to the supplicant to use as a catalyst for a racial trait."

Bella looked sick. "Who would want to be something like that?" I'd dropped the stealth once I knew Zeke was paying attention and the others had been listening.

"Varenkarsel are rare, and they possess a particularly unique ability." Zeke said grimly. "They have three times the lifespan. A D-rank Varenkarsel lives longer than an A-ranker. Part of their nature shifts the corrosion of age onto their host body. It's why they burn through them so quickly. They were originally created by undead sorcerers seeking immortality."

I shuddered. "I don't think that's worth it. Living for what? Thirty thousand years as a corrosive body jacking ghost?"

"Most people don't." He acknowledged. "But there's always somebody. Someone with no talent or a weak soul, or a flawed Path who can't advance and is afraid to die. Based on what you told me about its pattern, this one is probably almost gone. But you need to find the supplicant before he can use the catalyst. It's almost impossible to KILL a Varekarsel. Even if you kill the body it can escape. You need someone with a soul altering ability, and you don't have one of those."

Cursing, I turned to look around. "Thanks for the help." I told him with a nod. You should go. Not safe to be talking like this."

"I'm masking us." he said with a shake of his head. "Unless someone much stronger is actively watching you, they wouldn't notice. Hopefully none of the vanished gods are keeping a close eye on you. I don't think it's a problem though. I couldn't do a thing to stop a god from watching me or you, but I could at least FEEL it happening."

I wanted to ask if that included Delthrys, the god I was doing this trial for, but I was afraid if I said the name it would call his attention. I just thanked my uncle and shut down the bond, letting the shadow fade.

"Well that was…terrifying." Said Bella nauseously. "I don't think I wanted to know about that kind of monster."

"Me neither." I said with a bitter chuckle. "But we have a chance to stop one from being born. We have to take it. Help me look around for clues in here. Don't touch the statues. We'll come back and free them when this is over, but if we wreck this place now and the Varenkarsel comes back it might spook and run off without passing on its essence here. It could pick some random asshole to turn and we'd never know."

She didn't look happy, and I didn't blame her, but Chester came to my defense. "They've been here for centuries." He said gently. "I know it sucks to leave them, but they'll be free soon. And I think they would want us to destroy the thing that put them here." He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, and my apprentice nodded resolutely.

"You're right." She said after a deep breath. "We need to help them, but we can get them justice first. They deserve it." Her sad eyes floated over the statues, horrified, before she turned and started pacing the hall, searching for anything that might be a clue.

Delthrys had sent me here, presumably to stop the transfer, so I could only assume it was happening soon. Sylvie had been one of the victims, possibly having stumbled on the cavern, and Teddy had been looking for her killer and maybe found this place. Or at least found the sacrificial chamber.

I paced around, Eye or Revelation active as I went over the details. The timeline felt off. Weird and stretched. Two hundred years after the last sacrifice felt off. But then, maybe there needed to be another one. Or maybe there had been and we just hadn't known about them. I remembered the man from the bar, talking about his niece.

"Hey, I found something!" I stopped, turning to where Chester was standing at a seemingly random corner of the formation. Walking over I stared down at a spot on the ground. There was a scrap of cloth there. I reached down, skeptical it could help. Maybe I could use it to track the owner, or try a blood curse and see who got sick.

I rubbed it between my fingers. "I don't think it's anything." i said regretfully. "Looks like a piece of like…towel or some-" I froze, then slowly, raised the cloth to my nose. I sniffed. It smelled like must, and death, and dirt…and alcohol.

My eyes widened. I remembered the first person I'd talked to. The person who had pointed me at Harley as a suspect, the person who had been sat behind his bar, cleaning a glass. Kirk the bartender. I turned to the others. "I think I know who it is." I said angrily. "And I know where to find him."

I passed them the scrap, telling them what I'd figured out, and their expressions flattened.

"We don't need to stop him." I admitted. "We completed the task. Find out who and why. We did both of those things. But I'm not leaving this unfinished. I'm going to find that bastard and put him down before he becomes some unkillable evil ghost. You guys in?"

Bella snorted. "I would be doing it myself even if you didn't master. I'm not leaving something like that loose on my planet. Abominations like that have no place on my world." Her eyes hardened. "I walk the Path of Escape. And I say there will be none for our enemies." Her voice echoed slightly, and I didn't know if it was the chamber or her Path, but I grinned in response.

"Well them, let's go kick some bartender ass." I said viciously. I turned and stalked toward the exit of the chamber, rage pushing me forward as I prepared to confront a monster. Even if I was working for the dark gods, I could still help people.

 

[Dragon Fire]

I think you should get this published as an actual novel. I'm a newcomer so I don't know if you did. Some litrpg novel has been getting the webcomic adaptation treatment. One example is Primal Hunter. Be advised, they amy change things up to spice the story up.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I think you should get this published as an actual novel. I'm a newcomer so I don't know if you did. Some litrpg novel has been getting the webcomic adaptation treatment. One example is Primal Hunter. Be advised, they amy change things up to spice the story up.

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I appreciate that, and yeah, the first six are on amazon and the first four on audible. Webcomics are super expensive sadly, though it is something I'm interested in and have looked into.

 

[Dragon Fire]

I appreciate that, and yeah, the first six are on amazon and the first four on audible. Webcomics are super expensive sadly, though it is something I'm interested in and have looked into.

Click to shrink...

Hey, I'm waiting. And so is everyone.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We arrived back at the tavern after dark. It was still open, but everyone had left. I stepped inside, letting the others in behind me, then chucked my chin, letting Bella know to go around out of sight. As I approached the bar where Kirk cleaned a glass, Chested bolted the door, though how much good it really did in circumstances like ours was up for debate.


The bartender smiled at me as I approached. "Evening." He said jovially. His smile was wide and friendly, but it didn't reach his eyes. In fact, nothing reached his eyes, because he didn't have any.


The picture on the wall hadn't had eyes either, just empty black holes in its face. I'd assumed that was artistic license, but it wasn't. Kirk's face was sporting a pair of black pits in its eye sockets, devouring the light like gravitational singularities in miniature. Seeing those eyes in a human face was deeply disturbing.


"So you're not even going to pretend not to know what's going on?" I asked tiredly. "I assume you watched us in the cavern somehow?"


He chuckled, the same friendly chuckle as before I'd known who he was, but it was somehow infinitely more grating coming from someone I knew was a monster. "Of course. So many of my faces in that temple. How could I miss you? That mask seemed to cause problems with my vision, but I was able to gather enough to figure out that you know who I am. I already initiated the ceremony. I even had a snack before you arrived."


His head turned toward the bar, and I followed his lack of gaze to where he was facing to find several bloody corpses, faces missing. "Don't you need the temple to absorb their souls?"


Shrugging, he gave a wry smile. "We existed before we found the temple. It just made the process more streamlined. We've been using it a long time, and we've learned how to imitate the mechanism. With limited results." He burped. "Bar snacks. Never very filling. But don't worry. I'll be sure to consume you properly. I want to keep this body as long as possible. Guess I'm sentimental like that."


I sniffed. I could smell…something. Truth, but not. He wasn't telling me everything, but that wasn't a surprise. I considered just attacking him, but my instincts told me I could learn more, could understand more about what was going on. And beyond that, I wanted the truth. I'd spent days trying to track this asshole down, and I wanted to hear the end of the story.


Despite that, I slid a hand behind the bar and began to concentrate, a parallel split off with a flex of Piece of Mind, controlling the condensation of the Cosmic Collapse as I built up my biggest punch. Corrosion and black flame swirled into an orb of pure destruction, but I left it up to my parallel, focusing on the murdering psycho currently explaining his evil plan. He seemed almost enthusiastic to tell me. I think he'd been frustrated that no one knew how brilliant he was. Villains and their fucking monologues.


"It's not like I'm some bloodthirsty demonic lunatic." He said jovially as he cleaned a glass I didn't think was even dirty. "I just want to live. Really, ten thousand years is an eye blink to people like us. And I never took anyone important. Just strays no one cared about. I think I did them a favor, really. Gave their lives purpose."


I snorted. "Say I bought that, which by the way I don't. Say I agree that not having close friends or family makes it less evil to sacrifice someone to a soul torturing temple. What about Sylvie? What about Teddy? I know Teddy stumbled on your lair when looking for what happened to his mother, but why kill her to begin with."


He grimaced. "It was so stupid and avoidable. Back when Sylvie and Ted and I were kids she had a cousin. Sweet girl, her name was Mary. Pretty, desperate, followed me everywhere. She was my first, you know. Before I knew what I was doing. I buried her body out by the falls. We got into a fight, you see, and I had my knife on me. I used to apprentice under Harley's father Brock as a butcher, before I took over the bar. That's how I met Him. The blood attracted him."


"So you killed her cousin?" I asked. "Because you're a hell of a lot older than two hundred years. The timing doesn't add up there."


"Rain washed up the body." He said with a sneer. "I told you, I was new. I got much better over the years. You'd be surprised how much you can pick up about murder in a butcher shop, especially with lots of practice. I went through a phase in the beginning where I went a little overboard, but eventually I got my rhythm. Once a decade, sometimes twice. Slow and steady.


"Anyway, a storm rolled through and unearthed the bones. Mary had this charm bracelet Sylvie had given her." He shrugged. "Everyone thought she'd run off. Even Sylvie wasn't suspicious. But once she saw the body…well, like I said, I was sloppy my first time. She connected me to the spot and to Mary. Lured me out there to 'talk'. She was a formidable woman, but I've gotten some nice perks from Him over the years. And lots of practice with my knife."


Truth. I was choking on it. Gagged with it. This was almost all the unvarnished truth, and he was RELISHING getting to tell me. Because there had been one lie he'd told for sure. He WAS a bloodthirsty lunatic.


I triggered Double Trouble, my Cosmic Collapse already formed and condensed to the most dangerous attack I had, aimed at the back of his head as I fired it off. There was a sort of…shift, in the space, like a hitch in the world, and he ducked and whirled, gracefully avoiding the attack like a snake as the eruption of dark corrosion blew a hole out the side of the building the size of a bus.


Snarling, I reached for Limbo, triggering it complete with mist as I triggered Double Trouble again, appearing behind Bella where she'd been positioned off to the side. The illusory copy of me was shredded by dinner plate sized clawed hands as Kirk's fingers stretched and warped. He'd seemed amused when I tried to attack, but the dodge wiped the smile off his face as he scanned the room with his empty pits.


"You can't hide from me!" He hissed, jaws distending. "I don't have eyes. And your little tricks can't fool me senses for long." I scented the air. Lie. I could hide from him. Whatever trick he'd used to sense my attack wasn't enough to pierce my pseudo domain. Limbo was holding him off.


Which was good…because he was WAY stronger than I was. This was a fucking PEAK D-ranker. Probably with a Solid Path, and a rather developed one. He was, from what my Eye of Revelation was telling me, halfway through digesting the spirit, but he had access to all its years of experience and instinct, and all it's hoarded power. It had been grinding away for millennia, ancient and horrible and strong. It might just be D-rank, but it was a KING of D-rank, and if I let him fully integrate it we'd all be FUCKED.


I triggered Mephistopheles, Belial, and finally, in the safety of my domain, Beelzebub. Twelve of me manifested, all burning weith black flames as they assumed their OWN Mephistopheles form, and we fucking blitzed it.


Something I hadn't known, or had no way of knowing, was that the number of possible future actions a being could take SCALED with power. All my enemies in Limbo had been around my level, but something about this one, Path or power, made it so much more than me. An endless ocean of possible ways this could go wrong was arrayed before me, tens of thousands of overlapping futures.


With thirteen of me, I went to work, revving up Abomination Engine as I shifted into a Waltz, blasting apart possible outcomes as I began the long work of whittling away his options.


I heard a scrape and felt hot blood on my neck, felt a slash through my elbow tendon between plates on my arm, caught a blow under my armpit, and that was just my main body. One of my clones got fucking eviscerated, and I FELT that, felt the pain and horror of the slow draining death, but I ignored it.


He was so far, so vicious, and despite not knowing where I was, he was somehow FINDING my weak spots. I was destroying futures as fast as I could, but there was always a dozen of them where I got hit, and I couldn't get rid of them fast enough.


Bella and Chester were staying back. My physical form was getting stronger, and my armor was C-rank, but either of them would be dead by this point, like one, no sorry like THREE of my fucking clones were. A second one had its throat slit, and the third was snapped over his knee like an oversized tree branch that wouldn't fit in a garbage can. Ouch.


I'd taken this fight WAY too lightly. I needed to have Callie and the others cash in those fucking wish scrolls, because I wasn't advancing fast enough. If this guy had actually been at peak D-rank, I'd be dead right now. But he wasn't. Not really. KIRK was early to mid D-rank. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. Which was why I had managed to blow several holes in it.


My staff licked out and I tapped a shoulder, unloading my injuries back onto my enemy, sighing with relief at the lack of pain. As I watched, the damage mounted, and the number of futures to destroy began to dwindle. Rather than eliminating them in singular, as was the case in a more even battle, my damaging attacks were withering possibilities by blocking off actions he could take.


A hundred thousand, eighty thousand, fifty. The futures dwindled, and as the tide turned I was in less and less danger. I could see the dangerous futures, and I was destroying them before they could be used against me. The stealth aspect of my domain wasn't doing much here. He couldn't see me, but I'd narrowed down how he was tracking me to attack. His Impact sense.


D-rankers had it integrated with ALL their senses. Sight was the big one, but also hearing, smell, and even instinct. He'd integrated it with whatever sense he had that wasn't eyes, and he was using it well. It was a shame, but it was good to know there were ways around it early rather than late.


Finally, I'd taken so many chunks out of him that I was able to destroy all the futures where I'd miss. Using my twelve bodies, I narrowed all paths to victory, and slowly beat him down, one blow at a time.


My clones managed to restrain him, switching to Mornax to make sure he couldn't escape, and with one might heave I slammed my staff butt first into his head, or more accurately, and empty eye hole, detonating a Cosmic Collapse inside his skull. I watched as the body died, and the soul rose from inside it, screaming.


The spirit of the Varenkarsel was…hideous. Ancient and twisted and falling apart, like it was rotting in front of my eyes. Zeke told me I didn't have anything for this, that I couldn't affect the spirit…but he was wrong. As soon as I saw it I knew. This was an abomination against nature. It was a blight. And I could cleanse it.


I dropped Beelzebub, triggering Zagan, and I started blasting holes in the creature with my purifying flame. Again, and again, and again. I obliterated it. And when I was done, I finally let my domain fall, and slumped to the ground. I was exhausted. But it had been worth it.

 

[Dragon Fire]

How are you pumping out so many chaprers?

 

[Hyperion47]

Man,your stories are criminally underrated.
The hype should be through the moon.