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War And Peace

Open Soul Massage


Izsha and Kasita. Gone.

The feral demons that had been chasing them were gone as well.

Between her heart stopping from shock and motion from the Justice startling her, it took Alyssa a few moments to comprehend just what happened.

Looking around, it was obvious. The remains of Owlcroft, skeletal as they were, had been torn up and partially buried. Formerly upright posts and columns of cobblestone were lying on their side. Chunks of earth ranging from the size of dust to beach balls pockmarked the land. The funnel of dirt created by the demon crashing into the earth and the small bubble where Alyssa had been with her Projectile Reflection were the only two completely untouched areas, though it was debatable whether or not the funnel counted as untouched.

Alyssa followed the trail of the blast. The clods of earth were clearly splattered against the ground in a specific pattern leading directly away from where the Justice’s sword had slammed into the earth on the opposite side of the pit. She started wandering, moving, searching. The blast couldn’t have vaporized them. She wasn’t even sure if Kasita could be vaporized. Regardless, she, despite the thickness of the air, hadn’t been blown away.

Then again, she had fallen flat against the ground. That might have saved her from being picked up and carried off by the wind of the blast. Kasita had no weight to her. She would have fluttered off like a kite. Izsha, on the other hand, was much denser, but would also have had a difficult time getting low to the ground, even if the earthquake had knocked it to the ground.

There!

A hundred feet from where they had been, Izsha was frozen in the middle of the air. It was hard to tell whether or not there was any rotation in the dinosaur’s form with the slow rate of movement. If Izsha continued without rotating, its back would slam down into the ground, probably skidding as it did so.

Izsha was high in the air, Alyssa found as she got closer. Too high to reach by jumping. And, now closer, Alyssa couldn’t spot Kasita anywhere. Being a mimic, Alyssa probably should have expected that. Kasita probably instinctively switched forms to something small and protected. Alyssa had seen it happen more than once.

So she burned a spell card. Unseen Sight. Which would normally make a red haze over any hidden or invisible monsters. Shadow assassins appeared as a red blob and Kasita, when in a small form, usually appeared like a rock outlined with red smoke.

Alyssa couldn’t see anything nearby. Up, down, back where Izsha’s trajectory came from, or anywhere else…

A Message might work. But probably not while Accelero was active.

Before that, Alyssa had to figure out a way to get Izsha down safely. There weren’t any obvious wounds. But that blast had to have been moving at a high speed for her to have felt it with Accelero. Unless there was some odd divine interference that was making Accelero act abnormally. Or possibly Alyssa doing something that made Accelero strange, something like what happened with Annihilator. There were too many possibilities for strangeness with the Astral Authority, demons, infected, the staff, and Alyssa herself.

Though the staff was missing. The strings that had kept it attached to Izsha’s saddle were dangling, snapped. Alyssa didn’t know when it had gone missing. Maybe even when she had fallen from Izsha’s back. Whenever it was, the staff was gone now.

Which was bad. If the staff was still around, it might have helped to protect Izsha. And Izsha needed that protection.

Even with no obvious wounds, someone didn’t go flying through the air like Izsha was without getting hurt.

She started with some simple spells. Lighten Load. Then a Levitate in the hopes that the upward force would at least somewhat counteract the downward fall. Neither actually had an effect as far as Alyssa could see, but that was probably because of Accelero.

She would have to end the spell to try to get Izsha down and to contact Kasita.

Before she could try, another gust of wind, much lighter than any others, pushed her hair back over her head.

The Justice moved again. The demon managed to beat it down to an almost perfectly horizontal position. Its size was great enough to stretch clear over the opening of the pit. The back of its head was buried in part of the scar that Alyssa had created with some Annihilators—the molten earth was a dead giveaway, though she couldn’t remember which blast actually caused the crater on the far side of the pit.

But the Justice had apparently had enough. It still held the sword with one hand, still embedded in the ground. Its other hand still gripped the scales. But, in that strange way it had managed to grab the side of the portal as it emerged, it had one of its hands around the body of the demon.

The size difference was staggering. Its hand fully wrapped around the demon’s body. The scythe was poking out between two of its fingers. That and the tip of a black-leather boot sticking out the bottom was the only evidence of the demon.

And yet, the demon was fighting back. The demon hadn’t been crushed. Even at this distance, she could see the fist slowly being pried open.

As long as neither was focused on her…

Taking a breath, Alyssa moved to position herself far outside Izsha’s landing path. The thought to try to catch a Lightened Load draken had crossed her mind, but she couldn’t be sure that Lighten Load would lighten it to that extent. And if Alyssa wound up plastered against the ground, it wouldn’t help either of them. Besides that, with Projectile Reflection active, she might end up sending Izsha bounding right back where she had come from. The sudden vector switch would probably not be comfortable for any living being.

After making sure that she wasn’t going to be hit by any other large pieces of debris—of which there were many still in the air, thankfully mostly around the sword—Alyssa ended Accelero.

The sound hit her first. A rumbling thunderous explosion echoed from everywhere all at once. Rushing wind that had been almost perfectly still a moment ago just about lifted her off her feet.

Izsha practically disappeared with how fast the draken flew off.

Managing to keep her balance long enough to get used to the wind, Alyssa started sprinting to Izsha, watching as the draken slowly fell toward the ground while still moving at a high speed. It was slowing. Lighten Load was probably to thank for that. Less weight meant that the wind could push Izsha around a lot more. Unfortunately, much of that wind was pushing in the wrong direction.

If it was speeding Izsha up more than otherwise…

Izsha finally hit the ground just before the river. It didn’t stay on the ground, but rather just bumped against it before bouncing back up. Izsha came down a second time in the river itself. Water geysered into the air, but the draken still didn’t stop, skipping off the water like a stone. It did significantly slow the draken down, however. Izsha crashed into the bank of the river. High enough that there wasn’t a chance for drowning, but on the opposite side from Alyssa.

Dirt, rocks, and other debris slammed into the area around Izsha. Even right into its side.

Alyssa cast a Lighten Load on herself and jumped. With the wind at her back, she cleared the river in a single bound. She actually went too far, clearing Izsha with ease. Canceling Lighten Load early made her drop like a rock for ten feet, but she was ready for it and doing so saved her from fifty feet of running back.

As soon as she reached Izsha, Alyssa stopped short. She had expected Izsha to get back to its feet, shake itself off, and be generally alright. Draken were strong. Their scales were better than Brakkt’s armor. A little tumble through the air was nothing to them.

Izsha hadn’t moved.

Scales were pelted with dirt, bent and broken in some places. Missing in others. Blood, thick and red, dribbled down from those holes and merged with mud and dirt caking Izsha’s body. Both legs and Izsha’s tail were bending at angles that they clearly weren’t supposed to bend at. The saddle was gone. Lost somewhere, probably at that first bounce.

It didn’t look good. Was Izsha even breathing? Alyssa couldn’t tell. The draken was lying on its side, utterly unmoving. Including at the mouth and chest.

But Tenebrael had fixed worse.

Alyssa, taking a breath, held out her hands, resting them on Izsha’s side. At one point in time, she had been vehemently against asking Tenebrael for boons or favors. Relying on the angel had seemed like the absolute worst idea. But now… Now… With Izsha lying in a crumpled mess, Alyssa couldn’t help but hope that the true demon had been wrong about Tenebrael toying with her.

“Tenebrael! I beseech you to save my companion.”

A white feather drifted through the air in front of Alyssa’s face.

She stood instantly. Izsha was big enough that she could keep one hand on Izsha while half-turning to her side. Her pistol was in her hand in an instant. She didn’t even consciously draw it, but it was out and aimed at Iosefael’s head.

Those cross-shaped pupils looked mournful, sympathetic, and yet cold at the same time. The angel was here to carry out her duty. Nothing more.

“Don’t touch Izsha.”

“Alyssa…” The angel had the gall to give her a wan smile.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It will only cause the poor relic more pain at this point.”

“Its body isn’t that badly hurt. Izsha can’t be dead yet. Tenebrael has healed worse.”

“You’re wrong about that. And not even Tenebrael can fix death.”

“Then I will fix it!” Alyssa roared.

Iosefael pressed her lips together. In a flutter of feathers, she moved forward, dodging the gun, and wrapped her arms around Alyssa. “I know how you feel. I mean. I don’t know how you feel, but I have watched a lot of humans over the years. Given my job, a lot of those watchings were around times of death. So I have a pretty good idea of things. And you have a pretty good idea of things too. You have enough insight to know that leaving a soul in a body is… unpleasant.”

“It’s only been a few moments,” Alyssa said. “We just have to straighten Izsha’s spine. Maybe put some air in those lungs and get things moving again.”

“If only it were that simple. The body and the soul are inexorably linked. Until death. Upon death, the body and soul fall out of synchronization. They stop resonating. Even if you put the physical body back together, that synchronization is still broken. I cannot fix it. Tenebrael can’t fix it. You can’t fix it. You’ve seen what happens when a soul is placed into a body that it has no synchronization with. I know you have.”

The bodies on Earth. Jason, Chris, and her own mother. Or their body doubles, anyway. Without fail, all three had started screaming and panicking. They had been in obvious pain in their brief moments as other people.

“You have to let go eventually,” Iosefael said, sagely.

But… would that have held true even if they had been put into their own bodies? At the time, she had thought that the pain and despair had come either from experiencing death itself or from waking up in a body not their own. Either one sounded like deeply traumatizing experiences, but…

“Death is a part of life.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why does death have to be a part of life?”

“Alyssa…”

Iosefael was lying. Or ignorant. Or something. There was proof on this very world that her statement wasn’t true. And that proof was Irulon and the dragon. They shared a body. Irulon spoke with the dragon. They both existed in one body. Sure, their souls kept tearing each other apart, but they both were still clearly and obviously alive. At least for the moment. Perhaps it was only temporary. Perhaps one would subsume the other.

What would happen then? Could the dragon subsume Irulon? Would, at that point, Irulon’s body become that of the dragon’s? The last time Alyssa had looked, the two souls looked roughly even in their endless fight. Over a month, that hadn’t changed much. At least not in a way that she could notice. Perhaps a proper angel would be able to tell the difference.

While she could see the problem with one body sharing two souls, a single body having one soul shouldn’t be a problem at all.

Desynchronization? What did that even mean? When a human heart fell out of rhythm, a defibrillator shocked it back into rhythm. So all she needed was a divine defibrillator. If she managed to synchronize the body and the soul, whatever that meant…

“Fix the body.”

“Alyssa, you’re only—”

“That wasn’t a request,” Alyssa said, eyes blazing as she locked eyes with Iosefael. “Fix the body. I know you can do it. You’ll probably do it much better than I can. Do it and I won’t kill you.”

“You can’t. I’m a divine—”

“Do you really want to take that gamble? I do a lot of strange things. I don’t know why I do them, but neither do you. Nor does Tenebrael. So who is to say that a bullet from my gun won’t hurt a divine being?”

“But…”

“Just do it. And if this doesn’t work… I won’t stand in the way of you removing Izsha’s soul.”

Iosefael let out a long sigh. “If it will make you feel better…”

Alyssa watched Iosefael’s wings carefully as the angel moved to stand over Izsha’s body. Every time an angel had shown up to relieve corpses of their souls, they had used their wings to extract those souls. If Iosefael’s wings even twitched in Izsha’s direction… Well, her finger was on the trigger for a reason.

But the angel didn’t do anything of the sort. Iosefael simply extended a hand, much the same as Alyssa had just done before being interrupted, and hummed to herself. There were no words or mystic circles popping up. As Alyssa watched, Izsha’s body mended together. The twisted tail and legs snapped back into position. The sound made Alyssa shudder, but she didn’t close her eyes. Blood vanished from the scales and the scales bent back to be in line with all the others. Both Izsha’s back and neck apparently required some straightening as well. After that, Alyssa didn’t see any further changes, but Iosefael kept her hand on Izsha’s side for another minute.

Izsha started breathing again. There was a clear rise and fall in its chest. It gave Alyssa a momentary hope, but closing her eyes and concentrating revealed a completely inert soul.

When Iosefael did take a step back, she looked to Alyssa with another wan smile. “See. Everything is back to normal, but the body and soul are still not in synchronization.”

“Then it’s my turn to try something,” Alyssa said as she moved back to where she had been standing before Iosefael appeared. “Just go find some other souls to collect or whatever,” she added with a wave of her hand to the rest of the battlefield.

“The Astral Authority do not possess souls.” Iosefael’s voice carried a haughty note that Alyssa couldn’t remember hearing from her as she continued. “And the demons aren’t my job.”

Shaking her head, Alyssa shrugged. “Then just don’t do… anything. Actually, if you could go find Kasita and just let me know that she is still alive, I would appreciate it. I can’t imagine her illusory body took any damage, but I don’t know where she is and it is worrying me.”

“Ten minutes,” Iosefael said after a short pause. “I’ll go look around, but I will be back in ten minutes. If whatever you’re doing hasn’t worked by then… Trust me when I say that it is better for the relic to do things the proper way.”

Iosefael spread her wings far and wide, keeping them away from Izsha. In a moment, she was gone. She didn’t vanish, she merely took flight.

As long as she wasn’t going to try anything, Alyssa didn’t really care. She focused on Izsha. “Tenebrael. I need help. Real actual help this time. Not just a quick door to save a few days of travel. Not a weapon. I’m not even asking for a sign to revitalize faith in your followers. I’m asking for help. Iosefael thinks you can’t do it. Maybe you can’t. Maybe it’s one of those things. A restriction that you can’t even think about doing let alone actually enacting. But you know what? That doesn’t matter.

“Because I am here.”

Wind at Alyssa’s back just about threw her over the top of Izsha’s body. The Justice had moved again. Alyssa didn’t know where to, but she didn’t look to find out. There were mystic circles appearing in the air. Alyssa’s fingernails were jet black. But the miracle wasn’t done yet. The mystic circles weren’t doing anything other than hovering about.

“You don’t have to do anything to Izsha directly. I’ll do all the work. I guess that all I’m really asking is for a little guidance. I need you to hold my hand while I do this.

“You told me once that you want to screw up that book? I don’t know when Izsha’s name got written in it, or how many revisions the book went under, but I have no doubt that it is there now. I imagine that you and Iosefael think that it is set in stone. Our experiment with Irulon showed that I can manipulate the book. I can force it to rewrite the future. But you know what? Why not rewrite the past as well.

“You want to screw up the book? Well, so do I,” Alyssa hissed, grinning a grim grin.

As she grinned, she closed her eyes.

Izsha’s soul was right in front of her. It was a familiar thing. Different species all had different styles of souls. As demons had a sticky-tar-like nature to them, Izsha had a scaled nature. It might have been all in Alyssa’s head—a projection of reality onto something in the metaphysical realm—but that was just what Alyssa saw. She had never before looked directly at Izsha’s soul, but she still knew what it looked like. Izsha was often around when Alyssa looked for souls.

It wasn’t interacting with anything. The same state as most corpses that Alyssa had seen were in. An obvious sign of death.

Although Izsha’s body was the only one in front of her, Alyssa saw other things with her eyes closed.

Mystic circles.

She had honestly not ever thought to try looking through her soul-sight while doing Tenebrael things, so she wasn’t sure if that was normal or not. But she had a feeling. Perhaps it was her imagination, perhaps it was Tenebrael.

Alyssa leaned forward with her eyes still closed, pressing both arms through two mystic circles that seemed placed in just the proper position for such a movement.

While searching for souls, Alyssa couldn’t look down at herself. She normally saw nothing of her own soul. If not for Tenebrael’s confirmation, she might have still worried that she was missing a soul for whatever reason. But… with her hands through the mystic circles, ethereal gloves hovered in the air above Izsha’s soul.

Experimentally, she reached down and brushed one hand over the scaled soul in front of her.

A sudden warmth filled Alyssa to her very core. It was the same warmth that Tenebrael or Iosefael or even Adrael’s staff produced. But it was so much more intense. A comforting warmth that was like the sun on a gentle day. Until this moment, she had thought that Tenebrael’s ensign had eliminated all of that despairing aura of the pit.

Alyssa could feel just how wrong that thought had been. With her hand on Izsha’s soul, every trace of despair fled before them. Confidence filled Alyssa to the very brim.

And Izsha’s soul reacted. A little bit of it broke off, moving toward Alyssa. It quickly faded out of view, but the interaction was reciprocated. Alyssa didn’t feel anything from herself, but a bit of soul that had to be hers moved back to Izsha, joining with it.

Emboldened by seeing a positive reaction, Alyssa pressed both hands into Izsha’s soul. She didn’t know exactly what to do, but she had seen plenty of souls, both living and those that had passed on before an angel collected them. She knew roughly what souls should be like in living bodies.

Doctors on Earth had a fairly rarely performed procedure where a patient undergoing cardiac arrest would have their heart physically massaged by a surgeon. Alyssa honestly didn’t know if what she was doing could be likened to that, but she started massaging the soul anyway.

She had just gotten started when another tremble in the ground broke her concentration.

Her eyes snapped open.

Both of her hands were deep inside Izsha’s body. There wasn’t any blood or even an incision. The mystic circles in the air made a barrier right at the surface of the scales. Beyond that, Alyssa’s hands just… disappeared.

Izsha’s eyes were open.

They hadn’t been open before. Not even after Iosefael’s healing. The sole slit-pupiled eye rolled in Izsha’s head until it focused on Alyssa. And it definitely focused. There was no real emotion behind it. None that Alyssa could detect, anyway. So much of Izsha’s body language came from the rest of its body that Alyssa wasn’t sure how to interpret whatever glance it was giving her.

Was Izsha in pain? If she had a human mouth, would she be screaming like that first body double that Tenebrael had produced? Were things getting better as Alyssa massaged the soul?

“Just… hold on, Izsha.” The eye moving was a good sign. It had to be. If Izsha were in pain, there would be noise, thrashing, or other chaos. But Izsha was in a peaceful state.

It was working.

“I’m not going to let you die here.”


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War And Peace

Cardinal Virtue of Justice


Don’t you want to save life, Alyssa?” The true demon maintained eye contact for a moment before another Patience swooped down. The Taker readied himself, but a flash of the scythe took its head off before he could react. “Just something to think about, I suppose. It seems I have a mess to clean up.” Reaching up, the true demon redid the buckles of her mask. As soon as it was in place, she jumped. Another flash of her scythe took off the wings of a Diligence, but the blade sparked against the shield-like chitin of a Chastity.

Movement from the Taker had Alyssa on guard. A scythe was in her hands instantly. If it weren’t for Kasita and Izsha being in the distance behind his back, he would have eaten an Annihilator already.

“Quite a surprising end to our last encounter,” he said in an entirely cordial tone of voice.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the moon?”

“Can’t say I got to experience much of it before dying.”

“We could always try again.”

His burning eyes flicked down to the group of cards before returning to Alyssa’s face. “Perhaps next time. It would inconvenience my lady if I were to die here and I imagine that she isn’t through with you yet. Killing you would probably upset her, as much as I would like to.”

Alyssa grit her teeth, staring at him without letting herself relax. He still spoke in that haughty tone that was diminished by his nasally voice. She could still hear him berate her for walking into the Waters Street prison cell in the hidden elvish passage before flinging his daggers in her direction. And his sword…

Unconsciously, Alyssa moved a hand over her stomach. He didn’t carry the same sword he had disemboweled her with in an alternate reality. That sword was probably vaporized or perhaps even embedded in the moon. His new sword was a single-edged black blade with red tattoos all up the flat.

A tittering sort of laugher made Alyssa tense.

His eyes were on her hand.

“Besides,” he said, tilting his head back up. “I never really enjoyed the torture, believe it or not. It was the hunt and the fights I liked. Something that became increasingly less common as my notoriety grew. I never felt more alive than when I was cleaning up the area around Owlcroft when the pit first formed. Wouldn’t have imagined that I would end up on the other side, but I can be thankful that I have a new enemy to fight. One that no mortal has ever fought. I’m… excited.”

Ugh. “If you’re going to go, then go.” Alyssa really didn’t want to get in a fight while on a precipice of molten earth, especially not with a demonic Taker. He had almost killed her last time and that was with him insane and her with several allies. Trying her luck fighting him with the feral infected still around and the Astral Authority was just stupid.

“Until we meet again,” he said, offering a mocking salute as he jumped into the fray following the true demon.

Who he had called ‘my lady’ a moment ago. Was the true demon Her? The so-called monster lord? A fallen angel who thought it would be better to rule in Hell than serve the Throne?

Alyssa shuddered, glad that there seemed to be some restrictions on that thing. There had to be restrictions. If there weren’t, Alyssa was sure that she would be dead or worse.

And there definitely was a worse. Her or whatever she was could spout about saving life all she wanted. Her infected killed plenty of people if they weren’t contained. And the infected themselves, even if the Taker was acting normal, Alyssa could still question whether or not he actually had free will. The feral infected definitely were not anything like their former selves.

With the Taker and the true demon out of the way, and her mission apparently accomplished, Alyssa started running. The leader of the demons either didn’t have very good control over her minions or she didn’t care that a good ten infected were still chasing around Kasita and Izsha instead of helping her against the Astral Authority.

The Astral Authority was out in force as well. When Alyssa had accidentally put up the massive mystic circle above Lyria, she had seen at most twenty at once. Several more had died, crashing down to Earth, but their numbers never exceeded two dozen.

Here and now, the sky was bright gold with the light from their aureole. At first, it had just been one or two. When the Taker had shown up, it had been a dozen. When the true demon had left, it had been several dozen. Now, she couldn’t even count how many. They, thankfully, seemed to be leaving her alone at the moment. The demons and the burning sky had their attention for now.

Though the burning sky didn’t actually seem to be doing anything. Equanimities were using their massive forms to try to extinguish it, but it wasn’t doing much back to them. There was a large black emblem in the middle of the bright white flames. An emblem remarkably similar to the tattoos Tenebrael had on her face. It was likely the ensign that Alyssa had mentioned in her request to Tenebrael. She honestly hadn’t known what she was blabbing about at the time. She was just glad that it had finally worked.

And she honestly didn’t care that it wasn’t attacking them. It just meant that the demons would have more to handle.

With this, Illuna should be relatively safe for the time being too. She wasn’t sure where their guards or watchers should have been to keep an eye on the situation. Alyssa hadn’t crossed any gates or forts. But the demons that were wandering away from Owlcroft would hopefully be drawn right back into it.

Though she wasn’t sure that their numbers would decrease. Not so long as the true demon was around to apparently give them new bodies and life. And if that demon truly was who Alyssa thought she was, she probably wouldn’t get taken out anytime soon.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, light flooded across the skeletons of Owlcroft. For a moment, she thought that Tenebrael or Iosefael had descended onto the battlefield with their halo equipped. But the hue of the light was off. And the feeling as well. Halo light from Tenebrael had always been a comforting warmth deep within Alyssa’s chest even when it was a blinding omni-directional laser beam to regular sight. This was a dark almost orange-yellow that did not add to any comfort provided by the burning sky.

Shielding her eyes with her arm, Alyssa watched a truly massive portal open high in the sky. Equanimity portals were already roughly the size of small houses. This thing looked like an apartment complex appearing in the middle of the air, even at what had to be a large distance.

A… being emerged. Slowly. It moved as if it were wading through water. Or even molasses. A white-gloved hand reached out, grasping the edge of the portal as if it were a simple doorway. Soon enough a body followed the hand from the starry expanse beyond the portal. At first, it looked humanoid. Two arms. Two legs. A torso with a head set on top. It even had long white hair billowing in the wind, though its face was entirely androgynous. A blindfold hid its eyes, further obscuring its features. An aureole much like that of the rest of the Astral Authority stretched in a high arc from shoulder to shoulder behind its head.

The more Alyssa stared, the less she could make sense of the being. It held a sword in one hand and carried a set of scales in the other, but the hand that had grasped the edge of the portal had clearly been empty. It didn’t have three arms or anything of the like, but it seemed to shift in and out of being. One moment, Alyssa would be following the line of its arm with her eyes, only to discover a leg coming off the end. But it still held onto the sword in a regular hand.

Six feathered wings followed it out of the portal. Once completely clear, the shimmering edges collapsed into nothingness, leaving it on Nod, alone.

At seeing those six wings, Alyssa feared the worst. That she had somehow called down a Seraphim. One was supposed to lead the Astral Authority, after all. But the aureole in place of a proper halo and how stiff and fake its androgynous face was gave its true nature away. From Iosefael’s descriptions of the Astral Authority, this had to be a Cardinal Virtue of Justice. One of the four high ranked leaders of the Astral Authority, second only to the Seraphim.

Iosefael had neglected to mention its size.

Infected launched themselves at it, led by the true demon. More than just the Taker were fighting with weapons and intelligence. Alyssa didn’t know what separated them from the ferals, but, as far as she could tell, almost none of the ferals were attacking in formation with the others. They were left to fight the Patiences and other minor members of the Astral Authority with their bare hands.

Bodies were falling all across the edges of the pit. Both of the fake-angel variety and of the infected. The true demon was teleporting around like a madwoman. One moment, she would be splitting a Diligence in two. The next, she would be scything the soul of one of her fallen comrades through the pentagram. As soon as her scythe touched the body, she would vanish again, appearing high up to try to slice through the Justice’s blindfold.

“Alyssa!”

Alyssa snapped her head toward Kasita’s shout, pulling her attention off the battle, only to find herself face to face with a Kindness.

The bubbling, boiling eyes stared at her. Its porcelain mask wasn’t even facing directly toward her, but she could tell that its full attention was on her and nowhere else.

The scythe, still in Alyssa’s hands from her brief encounter with the true demon and the Taker, spun in her hands, slicing straight through the center of the Kindness.

Nothing happened. It stayed right where it was. No soul came out of the creature. Her scythe came out as clean as it had gone in. There wasn’t even resistance in attacking the Kindness as there was with infected. It took Alyssa a moment to realize why.

The Astral Authority didn’t show up to her sense of souls. They didn’t have souls. Spectral Axe killed by separating the soul from the body. Of course it would do nothing to a literally soulless being.

“Tenebrael,” Alyssa said, dismissing the scythe and drawing her pistol. “Bring down the hammer of wrath on the—”

Alyssa stumbled in a sudden blast of wind.

The Justice raised its sword. The mere motion of the sword lifting into the air was enough to send out a strong enough breeze to nearly knock her over. If that sword came back down…

Thoughts of the Kindness fled from her mind as her stomach plummeted. Her mind scrambled through the spells she had on hand. Anything that might protect herself and her friends from what very well might end up more destructive than a dozen Annihilators.

And she was drawing up a blank. Projectile Reflection might help against some debris and detritus. But she doubted it would prevent her from being buried underneath an avalanche of earth. Let alone the possible damage from the sword hitting them directly.

There wasn’t time to ask Tenebrael to stop time. Spell cards were instant. Sitting about making a request was not.

Sucking in a breath, Alyssa activated the one Time spell she had.

Accelero.

Everything slowed down. It didn’t come to the complete standstill that happened when Tenebrael’s magic stopped time, but things still slowed down drastically. Even the true demon’s instant flashes of her scythe were more like long sweeping arcs that took actual time. The Justice, who already looked like it was moving through molasses because of its size, did look almost completely stopped with its sword high in the air overhead.

Alyssa didn’t actually feel any different herself. Waving a hand in front of her face felt a little funny. Like she was trying to push through water. The air was a bit harder to breathe as well. Neither thing happened during Tenebrael’s time stop. It was a little concerning. Alyssa didn’t feel like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen, but if she passed out here, she might as well shoot herself and get it over with.

Deciding to not waste more of what was possibly very limited time, Alyssa stepped around the Kindness. Its eyes tried to track her movements, but were lagging behind enough that one single step to the side was enough to move her out of its direct line of sight. If not for its dozens of eyes around its entire body, a second step would likely have moved her well outside its peripheral.

Alyssa’s slow steps picked up into a sluggish run as she crossed the distance to her friends. As she ran, she spoke.

“Tenebrael, your emblem burns in the sky, burning brightly. With it there, enemies have arrived. We need deliver—”

Another gust of wind took the words right out of Alyssa’s mouth. Literally. With the way the air felt like thick soup, it felt like a whole half of her body had been struck at once. Like she had fallen on her side without making any effort to right herself.

Panic welled up as she feared that the effects of Accelero had ended. But… that wasn’t true at all. Izsha and Kasita were almost completely unmoving. The feral that was grasping for Izsha’s tail wasn’t even touching the ground, yet it was falling so slowly that Alyssa could take a relaxing nap, wake up, brush her teeth, and even have a shower and breakfast before it hit the ground. That was definitely because of Accelero.

The Astral Authority were frozen too. The Kindness that Alyssa had just passed was still trying to turn to keep her in its primary focus. But it was moving only a little faster than the falling infected.

Alyssa turned to look at the Cardinal Virtue of Justice. Its sword was still high in the air, but it had turned almost a full quarter of the way around. It had turned just enough to stare directly in Alyssa’s direction, even tilting its head downward.

That motion must have been what caused the wind this time. And it moved in response to her trying to formulate another request to Tenebrael. Alyssa had thought that they would leave her alone for the moment. At least while all the demons and the pit were around. But no. It was clearly focused on her. And, with how it had moved despite the effects of Accelero, it could probably drop that sword at any moment.

But it didn’t.

It waited. Watched. Observed. Perhaps it wondered if Tenebrael would appear if Alyssa finished a request.

Alyssa clamped her mouth shut.

Better to find a way to escape under her own power than to draw attention by relying on Tenebrael. She needed the Astral Authority to stay here and carry out their duty with the demons.

The demons…

Alyssa’s eyes widened as she stared up at the Justice. And what was in front of the Justice.

The true demon was spinning end over end, flying directly toward her. And she wasn’t moving in slow motion. The only reason she had time to think at all was because of how far away the height of that monster was. The true demon had been knocked down from far overhead.

Maybe the motion had actually been to smack her out of the sky.

So Alyssa thought as she took three steps forward before diving to the ground.

Earth exploded high into the air. Some particles flew higher than buildings. But, as the explosion reached its peak, the dirt slowed. It just hung at the top of its arch. Accelero and its time manipulating powers made the earth stop moving. Or, it stopped moving from Alyssa’s perspective.

Groaning, Alyssa got back to her feet. With a glare, she looked to the person-sized crater, not sure if she was hoping for the true demon’s death or for the demon to survive so that she could go distract the Astral Authority some more.

In the funnel of dirt, the true demon stood upright, oversized scythe resting on her shoulder. Tilting her head from one side to the other let out a series of snaps and crackles. Slowly, her head turned toward Alyssa. What had once been dull embers burning in her sole visible eye was now a blazing beam of red light.

“It’s hard enough to predict that thing’s movements as is,” she said. “Try to avoid doing anything that forces it to move unexpectedly, hmm?” Her voice was strange. Whereas before, she merely spoke with an odd accent, she now spoke at a completely different pitch. And her words were clipped together, almost slurred.

Accelero. It had to be. She was speaking so fast that, even to the altered flow of time that Alyssa was experiencing, it sounded almost normal.

She couldn’t help but shudder. Someone… Some thing that could do that at will just to say a few meaningless words had to be a fearsome opponent. It called her earlier fight against the Patience in Lyria into question. Had she just been messing around? Maybe even toying with that Patience in order to get Alyssa to attack it?

Alyssa couldn’t understand the thoughts of these demons in the slightest.

But she did not want to end up in combat with one. Not a true one, anyway.

Brushing a bit of dirt off her shoulder, the demon crouched and jumped straight out from the funnel of earth.

The Justice started lowering its sword.

A mile-long blade of metal was coming down right where the demon had just been.

Right where Alyssa was now.

The slight hope that the demon would intercept it vanished as she flew straight past the metal to strike at the Justice’s blindfolded face. She struck with enough force to rock the Justice backward, but that sword was still coming down.

Alyssa grit her teeth. Raising an arm, she did the only thing she could think to do.

Every single Annihilator spell burned through the sky as one brilliant beam, either unaffected by Accelero or moving so fast that it didn’t matter. It was bright to the point where she couldn’t see anything. Even closing her eyes made it seem like she was staring into the LED highbeams of one of those oversized trucks in the middle of the night.

Despite the blistering heat from the spell, it was a small comfort. At least, if the blade was still moving through all that, she wouldn’t be able to see it coming. It would just kill her instantly without anything to worry over.

The ground twisted and shuddered under Alyssa’s feet in a magnitude of earthquake that she had never felt before. She hit the ground about as hard as the demon had, though her crater wasn’t as big. Scorching air rushed over her a moment later, burning her exposed skin. Bits of earth as large as baseballs flew off instead of striking her thanks to Projectile Reflection.

When the spots in her eyes cleared, she found the Justice still there, still high in the air, but it had rocked over to a forty-five degree angle. The sword was over its head, buried into the earth on the far side of the pit, almost exactly opposite from where Alyssa had been. It was slowly trying to right itself, but the demon was standing on its face, slamming her heel into it over and over again. With each kick, it lost a tiny bit of progress.

It wasn’t going to be able to use its sword again. Not for a few minutes at least.

Now was the time to get out.

Alyssa got to her feet, shaking and trembling. She sucked in the air, trying to inhale enough oxygen to survive. It wasn’t easy. The air was hot. Hotter than any sauna she had ever been in. And drier as well. She just had to make it to Izsha and Kasita, and then…

Looking in the direction she had been headed, Alyssa’s breath hitched.

Izsha and Kasita were nowhere to be found.


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033.008

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War And Peace

Owlcroft


There was a certain peace to sleeping on top of Kasita and Izsha. Alyssa couldn’t move far from either of them without the protection of the staff failing. It made some… tasks more difficult than they needed to be, but she wouldn’t be here long. She could bear with it. It wasn’t a restful kind of sleep, but she got enough to do what needed to be done.

Still, it was quite the change. When she first met Izsha, she had nearly fallen over herself in an attempt to get away. Those sharp teeth were terrifying. But now, she didn’t fear anything from this particular draken. She still wouldn’t want to be left alone in a room with Musca or some of the others, but Izsha was perfectly fine.

Kasita, Alyssa had never feared. Not physically. Tzheitza and Oz complained about her and suggested that she might try to poison them, but Alyssa had never really believed that she would. Now, even with Kasita having a number of potentially deadly spells in her possession, that hadn’t changed.

Alyssa trusted them.

As they raced through the forest with at least ten infected chasing after them, Alyssa could only hope that they trusted her as well.

Or rather, at this point, they didn’t have much choice.

“Get ready,” Alyssa shouted. They weren’t far now. She could see it. The mass of souls that had to be a part of the pit was practically underneath their feet. And she did not want Izsha falling down inside, with or without her. “Be careful. I think we’re close.”

“Another two are after us,” Kasita said. Her voice was calm, but tense and clearly worried.

“And one more up ahead.” Alyssa gripped Izsha’s neck, holding tight. “Take a sharp right, Izsha.”

Even with her holding on, she almost fell out of the saddle. And they weren’t done yet. “Back to where we were headed.”

Izsha let out a low, rumbling growl as they turned back. The turn let one of the closer infected catch up, almost close enough to grab hold of Izsha’s tail. The stupid fake-demons were fast. Far faster than any human-shaped creature had a right to be. Thankfully, a quick Shorten Distance got them out of reach.

For the moment.

The trees here, once large and proud, were withered to the point of being husks. They were the kind of trees that one would find around the home of the Addams Family. No leaves. Ruined bark. Shriveled branches. They were completely dead. And the sun… even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight, the sun did not try very hard to illuminate the dead forest. Everything had a greyish tone to it. Like someone had taken a picture and slid the saturation bar most of the way down. That probably had something to do with the sorry state of the plant life.

The thin trees made it easy to see ahead, however, so Alyssa wasn’t complaining. She doubted Izsha was either.

The treeline broke after a while. There were many smaller trees, maybe ones as tall as Alyssa while riding Izsha. But they weren’t thick. They were the same skeletal trees that had occupied the forest for almost the entirety of the day’s journey.

A river wasn’t far away. But… it didn’t look like the kind of river that Alyssa cared to drink from. It was perfectly clear. So clear that it might have been glass, if not for a bit of whiter water around the edges of the banks. Someone else might have thought that it was the perfect drinking water, but she distinctly remembered her brother mentioning something about clear water. Clear water meant that nothing was living in the water. If there was water and yet nothing living in it, that meant that there were likely toxins in the water. Something that was killing anything that tried.

Which was unfortunate. Food, she and Izsha could go without for a while. But their supply of water was practically gone.

Irulon and Brakkt were on their way, just the two of them without Trik or Fela or any of the guild, but they were at least a full day back if not more. Their last Message had mentioned their hesitance to continue forward with the aura of oppression around them. Returning still wouldn’t be a problem. Not so long as they reached their destination soon and got away quickly.

It wasn’t like they could stop for water anyway. Not while being chased.

Alyssa fingered the Annihilator spell again as Izsha jumped clean over the narrowest point in the river.

The second Izsha’s talons found the opposite bank, Alyssa felt it. A deep and uncomfortable cold that dug into her spine. Kasita breathed like she had been punched in the stomach, never mind that something like that wouldn’t hurt her. And Izsha… Izsha stumbled. Never once since meeting the draken had Izsha made a single misstep.

She was so stunned by the sudden feeling that she didn’t even notice what they were standing in front of right away.

There were buildings. Kind of. Calling them buildings was a drastic overstatement. She hadn’t noticed them from the opposite side of the river, thinking them to be more trees and nothing else. If the first village they had run into had been a ghost town, this was an ancient ruin left to crumble in the elements.

There were clearly man-made objects jutting up in the distance. The frame of a wall. A post that might have been part of a fence. A mound of cobble. Nothing whole. Not even one complete structure. Not even one complete wall. There was nothing but dry, lifeless dirt, the skeleton of a town, and hundreds of pentagrams.

A signpost with carved lettering, hanging from a broken chain, spelled out the name of the town.

Owlcroft.

Beyond the furthest wall, there was nothing.

Not nothing as in no more village. Nothing as in nothing at all. What had likely once been a road through the center of the ten or so houses simply ended. A smooth line beyond which lay nothing. That nothingness continued as far as Alyssa could see. It swept wide to either side of the remains of the village.

The pit.

When she had first heard of it, she had expected a canyon or a crater. This was just a black hole with perfectly smooth edges. Judging by the souls beneath them, it went on for quite a ways as well, but, surprisingly, not as deep as she would have expected had she seen the hole in the ground before knowing that there were demons and infected at the bottom of it. A hole like this, she would have expected it to reach down to the center of the planet. Or to be in another reality entirely.

“Izsha! Move!” Kasita shouted.

Alyssa nearly fell backward off the saddle as Izsha reacted without a moment of hesitation.

While they gaped, the infected had been swimming. Throwing a look over her shoulder, Alyssa noted several downstream, but plenty had managed to get more or less straight across. One was just outside grasping distance. A Fireball from Kasita made it stumble just enough to buy them a few more feet of a lead. A Shorten Distance got them another dozen feet ahead.

Though there wasn’t much room. The village was quickly coming to an end.

And the slimy souls of the infected in the pit were somehow starting up toward the surface.

“Alyssa!”

“I’m on it.” This was it. They weren’t going to get any closer. “Tenebrael! We’re here! These demons have plagued the land for long enough. The Astral Authority has plagued you for long enough. The enemies of our enemies are not our friends, but we can use and abuse them anyway. All we need is a show of force. A powerful sign to draw them together. That is your will. Carry it out through me. Let us start a war between our enemies! A war that… will hopefully not destroy the rest of the world.”

“You don’t sound very certain,” Kasita called out. “Subjugation!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

Alyssa’s fingernails were black. Mystic circles were forming in the air around her.

“Is it? It’s not doing much!”

The Enochian around the geometric lines and shapes was still moving, flowing around, but… Kasita was right. Other than that, the mystic circles that had formed were not moving. They weren’t growing or spreading to the sky like they had over Lyria. Something was wrong. Had she not said enough? Was she not close enough?

It should still work. The Astral Authority had detected even minor usages of Tenebrael’s power. They would be here. They would call for reinforcements. Even without the great visage of Tenebrael looking down over the pit, the plan would work.

In fact, they were already here. The square edges of a portal opened up in their path.

Izsha took a sharp turn just as Alyssa burned another Shorten Distance.

Alyssa could feel her mistake in leaning to the wrong direction before she even left the saddle. As if she were in slow motion, she watched the ground rush up to meet her. With it came a crushing sensation of despair. Like the ground itself was a hundred bedehouses. No longer touching the staff, the chills hit her before she hit the ground.

But she still hit the ground as well. Momentum made her roll along the hard Earth for a good ten feet until she came to a stop at the edges of the golden portal.

An obsidian-black scythe carved through the borders, slamming into the ground inches from her face. The warped space of the portal dissipated without even admitting a fake angel.

Arm pulsing with pain from where she landed, Alyssa followed the haft of the scythe up to the black leather gloves of the demon. The true demon.

“T-Tenebrael,” Alyssa stuttered, not because of fear, but from that feeling of hopelessness. “Wrap me in your warm embrace.”

The mystic circles forming around her drew in close, hugging right up against her skin. It didn’t fully dampen the sensation of despair. It wasn’t as good as Adrael’s staff. But it was something.

Enough to give her a modicum of motivation back.

Alyssa wasted no time in getting back to her feet. If she hadn’t had the dragon armor on, she would probably have wound up much worse off. As it was, she could feel pain all up her thigh and back. Ignorable pain, thankfully. At least while faced with a true demon and all the infected.

Two Spectral Chains kept the closest feral infected from lunging at her. More were coming up from the path leading to the river. And on the opposite side, infected were climbing up around the rim of that darkness of the pit. Some were still chasing Izsha and Kasita, both of whom looked like they were trying to get back to Alyssa, but couldn’t just turn around with the infected on their tail.

They were out of the way enough to take care of one problem.

A white-hot beam of total annihilation forced Alyssa to close her eyes. Only for a moment. A much shorter amount of time than when she had used it on the Taker or even at the Society of the Burning Shadow’s outpost.

A gouge in the ground, shallower than at the outpost, still went a good hundred yards beyond the river. Water was flowing down from both sides of the river. Billowing clouds of steam covered the land and more plumes were still rising from the hot molten rock and earth that lined the gouge. None of the infected were left on that side of the town.

The true demon shot her a glare. Not a harsh one. More like the look Alyssa might give if a coworker spilled something in the break room back at her old job. It was just more menial work to do.

Alyssa didn’t care. In fact, it was better if the true demon left.

Which the demon did. Instead of teleporting using one of the many pentagrams that littered the unscarred town, she lifted her scythe, rested it on her shoulder, and hopped down into the gouge that was slowly filling with water.

While there were mystic circles wrapping around her body, she wasn’t sure why they had failed to attract more of the Astral Authority. But she was starting to suspect that it was the fault of the true demon. If at first you don’t succeed, Mister Kidd… Try, try again, Mister Wint. Hopefully with the demon distracted for at least a few seconds, she would be able to do something.

“Oh Tenebrael, Dominion of Nod. A show of force has become necessary. Demons seek to tarnish your name. The Astral Authority remains at bay.” Her fingernails had remained black, even after falling from Izsha’s back. Larger circles were assembling around her with every word she spoke. “Woeful be any who attempt to stop your will. Though many of your designs are dissembled, I know my purpose here. Grant me the power to—”

Alyssa stumbled back, barely dodging the blade of the scythe as it split the mystic circles in two. The demon was back in front of her, just staring.

“Do you mind?” Alyssa asked through grit teeth, pulling out a dozen more Annihilator cards. She wouldn’t have time to shout out another speech. The infected from the pit were coming.

Three Annihilator beams fired off in a cone in front of Alyssa, hopefully decimating most of the oncoming horde. With these ones aimed at the pit, Alyssa held them longer than she had the first one. The true demon had been caught in the blast. Alyssa could only hope that it would mildly inconvenience her.

“Dominion Tenebrael,” Alyssa shouted before the spots cleared from her eyes. “You stupid angel. Do something! Anything!”

“She can’t.”

Alyssa snapped her head to the side. The demon was apparently not inconvenienced at all. She stood upright on the narrow bridge of land between the two parts of Owlcroft that had not been annihilated. There was a bit of smoking steam rising from her shoulders, but her outfit hardly looked blemished. With a canyon of glassed earth on either side of her, Alyssa had to admit to being disappointed. Though perhaps that was the wrong reaction. That the true demon was smoking at all was a good sign that something worked.

Unfortunately, Alyssa didn’t think that she had enough Annihilators in her deck to cause any real damage if a little smoke was all three had done.

And she didn’t have enough room to cast them. Not enough cardinal directions. Izsha and Kasita were still off in the distance. Over the true demon’s shoulder, Alyssa watched as Izsha’s tail snapped out, sending one of the infected flying into the pit.

As for the pit itself… Her latest Annihilators hadn’t harmed it at all. The edge was lower, following the new curvature of the land around it, but the opposite side—however far it was, a difficult thing to tell when it was a perfectly uniform black—didn’t seem to have been marred in the slightest.

Movement from the demon snapped Alyssa back to her current problem. At first, she tensed, ready to jump back or even attack. But the demon wasn’t acting hostile despite having been blasted with an Annihilator beam.

Instead, she reached up to her mask and undid those buckles near her ear. The mask covering the lower half of her face hung limp from the opposite side.

Alyssa wasn’t quite sure what she had expected to be under the mask. Aside from the glowing part, the eye was relatively normal, as was the skin around it. Somehow, she still expected to find a forked tongue, sharp teeth, or maybe a gaping maw not unlike the pit itself. Instead, there was just a normal mouth beneath. One with black-painted lips, which Alyssa had to wonder about in comparison to Tenebrael, but nothing so unusual as to be notable. In fact, there was really only one notable thing about the whole situation.

“So you can take that mask off yourself.”

“Indeed. I have a lot more… control around here,” she said, dropping the l-sound at the end of control. Alyssa wasn’t quite sure what accent that was—maybe something from England—but hadn’t heard anything like it around Nod.

“Uh huh. So you couldn’t have taken it off back at the bedehouse?”

“No comment.”

Alyssa pressed her lips together for a moment, glaring. “Is this the part where you try to convince me to leave without calling down the Astral Authority?”

The true demon sighed. “Tenebrael is short-sighted as always. She won’t be able to use us to distract the Astral Authority for long. It’s swings and roundabouts, really.”

“Oh yes. Of course. How convincing. I’ll just pack up and head back home then.”

“You don’t have to believe me.”

“Didn’t need you to tell me that,” Alyssa said through grit teeth. Her eyes flicked around for any of the approaching feral infected. The Annihilators seemed to have killed every infected that had been headed in her direction. At least those who had made it up to the surface. There were still more down in the pit climbing up. The true demon was probably intending to stall until they arrived and could further try to stop Alyssa.

It was a war of attrition. She only had so many Annihilator spells. As long as the demon didn’t send all of them up at once, Alyssa would lose. There was no other way around it. The Annihilators would keep her safe from a few waves, but there were more. So many more than just a few waves’ worth of infected.

She didn’t know how long that would take, but she didn’t want to find out.

“You’re the one stopping the Astral Authority from finding you? And keeping Tenebrael’s magic from working?” The scythe through both the portal and the mystic circles was a pretty big giveaway, but Alyssa just thought she would ask.

“Astute,” she said.

Alyssa rolled her eyes.

“I thought I would buy us a moment to chat before you made a mistake.”

“Oh chat. Yes. Lovely. Maybe you should have chatted at any of our other encounters. Now isn’t really the best time,” Alyssa said, flicking her eyes toward the pit. A few infected were climbing up using their bare hands. Which did not go over so well for them. The earth was still red hot. Alyssa wasn’t sure if they felt pain—the Taker had been wandering around nearly headless for a good while without complaint—but their skin sizzled and burned. In some cases, it even fused with the molten rock. One infected toppled backward, falling right back into the pit it had just climbed out from.

Spectral Chains launched from Alyssa’s fingertips. The demon made no move to dodge or counter the spell. The ethereal chains wrapped around her, pulling her arms tight to her sides. She looked down at herself with a detached curiosity.

“Is this really necessary?”

“If you keep interfering. Tenebrael! Dominion of Nod. Hear my request for these woeful demons…”

“Wouldn’t you rather join us? Tenebrael is a bumbling fool who cannot offer what you desire.”

“What? A bit of extra strength and a lot of excess drooling? I could drool on myself just fine right now if I wanted,” Alyssa said with a shake of her head. “Grant that I may bring forth your glory to this forsaken land…”

“Power—”

“Not enticing. I have enough and I’ve seen the slime you call power in the infected. To all my efforts as I exercise the authority that has been granted to me…”

“A way home?”

The next words were hesitant to come forth. The growing mystic circles in the air around them even froze momentarily. A way home… She could see her father and brother again. Reunite her mother and father. But as soon as the thought entered her mind, Alyssa shook her head. It was probably true that the demon could send her home. Tenebrael had said as much. They wouldn’t lie, but the truths they told would benefit themselves first, everyone else never.

“A joy. A rapture unforeseen. For now the sky is all serene…”

“Immortality?”

“You should at least promise something real,” Alyssa said, suddenly wondering if Tenebrael had been correct in her assessment of demons and the truth. “I’ve killed dozens of your infected. We require strife and conflict to draw our enemies nearby.”

“Is that really what you think you’ve done? True, their mortal bodies were destroyed. The important parts were saved. Rescued from utter damnation within Tenebrael’s gullet or the harsh mechanisms of the Throne.”

“I’m sure those corrupted balls of tar are happy being tortured for eternity. Tenebrael! Hang your ensign high above! Set the sky all ablaze!”

The bubble of mystic circles and Enochian text exploded outward as soon as Alyssa finished speaking. Several more infected tumbled back into the pit as a wave rushed along the ground. A blaze of Tenebrael’s black-white magic lit up the sky. It wasn’t quite the same as the mystic circle that had appeared over Lyria, but the sky filled with miraculous clockwork.

Alyssa felt it immediately. A warmth. The gnawing horror that came from being so close to the pit vanished. Tenebrael’s glory flooded through her.

With a triumphant grin, Alyssa dropped her gaze from the sky back to the demon in front of her.

Only for her grin to falter.

The true demon was smiling as well. A calm, serene smile.

“It is only torture if you find life itself to be torture,” the demon said as if there weren’t portals appearing in the sky all around them. She seemed utterly unconcerned with the Astral Authority showing up on her doorstep. “But you’ve been fighting against those who would harm others ever since arriving in this world. You’ve merely been misled by this world’s Dominion into thinking that she is the righteous one. You haven’t forgotten how you met her, have you? She eats souls, collects human sacrifice, toys with and belittles you.”

A Patience dived down, aiming its spear directly for the still-bound true demon.

Alyssa didn’t have a moment to think let alone react.

But she didn’t need to.

Black needle-like daggers pierced straight through the back of the Patience’s head and shattered porcelain mask as they emerged. A blur crashed into it from above, slamming it into the molten glass of the gouge. The humanoid form blurred again before landing next to the true demon.

“Hello again,” the nasally voice of the Taker said, eyes burning embers but otherwise looking perfectly normal. A slash of his hand severed the ethereal chains that bound the true demon.

“We really have the same goal,” the demon continued as if nothing had happened, ignoring the ghostly links as they fell away from her body. “The souls I collect are replaced into better bodies. Stronger bodies. Ones that need not suffer through the mundanity of life, yet can still participate in all the pleasures and experiences that life offers. Don’t you want to save life, Alyssa?”


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033.007

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War And Peace

Warning


Alyssa could feel it. And she wasn’t the only one.

Two days of travel had brought them much closer to their destination. Owlcroft was supposed to be a week out from Illuna. But that metric was based on horses moving at a steady trot. Izsha was much faster. And, without other people, they could travel even quicker than that. Izsha moved at its own pace, setting the schedule entirely, including when to stop for breaks and nights.

The only real input that Alyssa had was when demons were afoot. And they were around in surprising numbers. Since the two in the abandoned town, they had come across another ten. The first morning, they had only come across two more. Yesterday, they had to fight off five, two of which had attacked at the same time. They had fought three today and it was still morning.

But they were getting close.

The bedehouse in Lyria had an aura around it. A miasma in the air that caused fear, weighed down everyone in the area, and simply oppressed everything. It was a singularly unique sensation, one that Alyssa hadn’t ever felt before then. But now, she could safely say that she had felt it for a second time. Except this time, it was even heavier. Every instinct in her body was telling her to turn around and run away.

Adrael’s staff helped. Alyssa had tied it to the saddle. It was easily within grasping distance for her and was pressed against Izsha’s scales. Kasita could easily reach it as well. She was actually afraid to let go. Because it only helped. At the bedehouse, simply touching the staff was enough to completely negate all effects of the aura. Here, it was different. Here, the miasma was so oppressive that Alyssa could feel it even when gripping the staff with both hands.

Even with the staff blocking a large portion of the aura, the woods would have still been oppressive. There was just no sound. Nature had certain noises to it. Ones that Alyssa had grown increasingly familiar with over the course of her stay in Nod. There should have been birds singing, crickets chirping, rustles and noises of the trees and leaves as animals and wind moved through them. Instead, there was nothing. Nothing at all.

Given their inconsistent speed and lack of real knowledge of the surrounding lands, Alyssa honestly had no idea how far away they were. Riding was easy. If they wound up riding until nightfall…

It might be better to ride through the night. Setting up any kind of camp would be difficult with only the one staff. Izsha would have to follow her around so close that they would definitely be tripping over each other. Besides that… Alyssa doubted that she would be able to sleep.

Perhaps it was for the best that it was only the three of them. Irulon might have had some kind of solution for the sensation, but Alyssa doubted it. She had sent a Message asking if the bedehouse guards had any kind of protections, but Irulon had come back without any definite answer. Alyssa couldn’t even imagine Irulon, Fela, Brakkt, and Trik all needing to hold onto the staff as well, plus their mounts and the pack horse.

It would have been chaos.

Tzheitza and the Taker had apparently fought at the pit itself, killing infected comrades. That was the story that Alyssa had heard her tell, anyway. Perhaps the sensation hadn’t been as strong back when the pit was new, but… she could easily imagine the oppressive atmosphere and the horrors of killing former friends being enough to drive a man insane.

How did the guards stand it? Were there even any guards? A lack of guards around the pit would explain why there were so many infected in the lands around it. Then again, hunters, adventurers, brigands, and anyone else who wandered as deep as Alyssa was might just succumb to a lack of faith in Tenebrael if they got this close. Which would probably make most guards relatively pointless unless true demons were just pouring out of the pit.

She supposed that she would find out soon. It couldn’t be far. Even the trees and plants looked like they were on the verge of death.

“Demons to our right,” Alyssa said, voice not quite a whisper, but close. Speaking any louder just felt wrong. The air itself wouldn’t allow it.

However it was that draken managed to hear words without proper ears, Izsha heard. They drifted off to the left side. Not a sharp angle. The demons were far off. Alyssa would have said something if they were closer and Izsha understood that as well.

She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on seeing souls. Seeing threats.

There were a lot of threats dead ahead. But they had been dead ahead for a full day now. They were getting closer. It was just a bit difficult to tell the exact distance when there were so many all bleeding together. A bunch of the souls, far below the earth, actually looked like they were directly on top of Alyssa. It was just the strange way the soul sight worked. Without reference points, it was hard to tell if something was deep underground or directly underfoot.

The mass of souls had to be the pit. Alyssa couldn’t even count how many there were. Hundreds. Thousands. All of them were that same slimy type of souls. Infected. Even though they were all next to each other, the souls didn’t interact. Not like how humans and monsters interacted. Little pieces of their souls didn’t dart away to join with others. Rather, the souls that got close to others would pull back and withdraw, like they were trying to protect themselves from any interaction at all.

At least… with each other. Alyssa distinctly remembered Kasita trying to spy on the demon in Teneville. Its soul had interacted with Kasita’s just before it attacked.

Alyssa had to wonder if this was close enough. There was a steady trail of demons leading back to that mass. Or, rather than a trail, it was more like they were scattered around with more toward the mass than away from it. A Kindness moving toward the most dense portion would surely find them.

But if the Astral Authority just attacked the closest ones and then focused on Alyssa, this was possibly the worst place to try to run from them again. It was too easy to stumble into demons.

“More directly in front of us. And to our left up ahead. Go back to the right. We’ll just take the one out there.”

Alyssa still had a scythe in her hands from the last few demons that they had to dispatch. She could hold it for an unlimited amount of time, but the amount of cards she had were significantly less unlimited. She had to be careful with it. As Irulon had warned her when she first used the spell, it could kill easily. Too easily, almost, but that was what made it good against demons. Still, she had no interest in accidentally killing her friends. With her ability to handle souls, there was a slight chance that she could shove a soul back into a body, especially if the body wasn’t damaged, but testing that…

“Directly ahead now,” Alyssa said, readying the scythe.

An infected beyond the trees shambled around like a zombie. Its back was to Alyssa, but that didn’t last long. Izsha was a fairly quiet predator, but it was impossible to move at a high speed through the forest without making some noise.

The infected turned, showing off burning red eyes. It snarled, mouth gaping and spittle flying everywhere. Fingernails as long as its fingers raised up, readying an attack.

Alyssa didn’t even blink. Izsha charged by. As they passed, Alyssa swung the scythe, hooking it into the infected’s head. It immediately stopped moving, going limp, but the tar-like soul stayed stuck in its corpse for a good twenty feet until Izsha ran past a tree. The scythe and the soul passed clean through. The corpse did not.

The worst thing about killing the infected wasn’t actually the fight. None of them were even close to the level of the Taker. Alyssa had yet to run across an infected that even reached the one that had been in Teneville. Lyria starved them in the bedehouse or in barricaded homes to weaken them. Or they had done so before Fela came along. She wasn’t exactly certain of their policy now. Out here in this forest, with no sounds of animals or prey that they might be able to eat and likely no intelligence to cultivate crops on their own, they were likely all completely starved, just wandering aimlessly until their bodies finally gave out.

No. The worst thing wasn’t killing them. Alyssa was used to that. It came easily.

The worst thing was stopping, waiting for the stupid true demon to appear, and then scouring the pentagrams from the land.

It did give Izsha a small break. Alyssa hadn’t been the one setting the pace, but she was fairly certain that Izsha was pushing itself quite a bit in the interest of getting this mission over and done with sooner rather than later.

Alyssa shook the soul off the scythe behind them as Izsha slowed down. The others couldn’t actually see the soul, so Alyssa actually had to signal when to stop. She did so with a light pat to the smooth scales on the side of Izsha’s neck.

The demon appeared before too long. A blazing pentagram etched itself into the dirt. Every plant in a six foot radius around it just died. The closest of the sickly-looking bushes and trees actually burst into flames. The fire didn’t spread, thankfully. There was something infernally magical about it. The first time, Alyssa had just about had a heart attack at the thought of burning the forest down with her trapped inside.

It was the same demon as always. Black leather boots, skirt, and straps making up a top with a mask that hid all skin but a little bit around the glowing ember of an eye. Alyssa wasn’t sure whether or not this particular demon was following her kills around, if she was the only true demon assigned to this planet in some kind of mirror to Tenebrael, or if she just randomly got assigned to the same souls that Alyssa forked over on the regular.

Which was somewhat ironic to think about. Tenebrael had called Alyssa her little reaper. But the vast majority of the reaping Alyssa had done wasn’t headed to Tenebrael at all.

Every single time, the demon waved to Alyssa. It was a jaunty little wave like she had just seen a neighbor at the supermarket for the first time in a while. Alyssa just glared back. At least the demon hadn’t dropped another ember. So far, anyway. Perhaps they took some time to prepare.

The demon went about her business. She kicked the base of the scythe haft, spinning it around until the gleaming blade lanced straight through the gelatinous blob. A second pentagram formed beneath the soul, adjacent to the first. It quickly wound up sucked into the flaming geometric shape.

As the glow faded, Alyssa just waited. The demon always left right after.

Always.

Except now.

Alyssa’s muscles tensed as she started looking around, wondering if there was some ambush coming. The demon hadn’t even done anything and she had Alyssa on edge. She closed her eyes, concentrating and checking for souls. There weren’t any around aside from present company. Alyssa didn’t see anything nearby and none of the ones further off were moving in their direction as far as she could tell.

Opening her eyes, Alyssa half expected the demon to be holding out another ember. Alyssa did have some of Tzheitza’s anti-demonic serum, so she could destroy one if necessary. But it would just be another thing on top of her already stressful plate.

The demon wasn’t offering an ember. Thankfully. Rather, she reached up to the side of her mask. It, like much of her outfit, was held together by buckles. At least two, but possibly more that Alyssa couldn’t see easily. Just like the first time Alyssa tried to talk to the demon, she scratched at the side of her mask before gesturing toward Alyssa.

Alyssa could only shake her head. “I’m not interested. Not at all. Hurry and leave so I can get on with my day.”

The demon’s sole visible eye narrowed. Her hands gripped the haft of her scythe.

Alyssa tensed, gripping her own scythe, only to frown as the demon slammed the tip down into the ground.

She pulled the scythe back toward her, dragging a burning line through the ground. The flame, a deep red color that Alyssa had never seen in an actual fire, didn’t spread to the surrounding underbrush. Much like the still glowing pattern underneath the demon’s feet, it stayed right where it was.

The scythe slammed into the ground again. With a second pull, it formed another line. Then a third between the two.

At first, Alyssa feared that the demon was drawing out a pentagram for some reason. But it wasn’t. It was a single letter.

A

The demon moved outside the pentagram that spawned her, digging her scythe into the ground as she moved. One line met another, which met another, and another still.

W

A

R

N

Izsha backed away. Alyssa hadn’t said anything. Neither had Kasita. And yet, as the demon moved around, carving letters into the ground, Izsha knew. Or the letters that were apparently appearing out of nowhere were scary enough to force a movement.

I

N

G

“A warning?” Alyssa said as the demon stepped back into the pentagram. “Let me guess. If I come any closer, you’ll try to kill me?”

The demon looked affronted that anyone would suggest such a thing. Pressing a hand to the black leather straps that covered her chest, she shook her head. After a moment, she pointed down at the smaller circle that the infected’s soul had been drawn into then toward Izsha and the riders. At that, she nodded.

“The infected are going to try to kill me? Great warning,” she said, hoping her sarcasm was apparent. “I wouldn’t have guessed. It’s not like they’ve ever attacked me before.”

Somehow, somehow, Alyssa could tell that the demon was frowning. The mask completely covered her mouth and even cheeks. But the one visible eye just gave her such a flat look that it couldn’t have been anything else. With a shrug of her shoulders as if to say that she had tried, the demon vanished in a burst of flames from the pentagram.

Once again, the forest returned to its state of utter silence. Izsha wasn’t moving, so she didn’t even have the breeze blowing past her ears. The ruby red flames of the message were still going, but they weren’t actually burning anything. It just ominously glowed in the dim light.

“Alright, Izsha. The demon is gone.”

“What was that all about?” Kasita said in a whisper as Izsha marched over to the pentagrams.

Alyssa pulled out a spell card. A Physical class spell designed to dig holes in dirt—though they didn’t work on harder stone. They were easy to draw and relatively low rank, but she only had made a handful of them the night they had stayed in the abandoned village. She hadn’t thought that she would need more than a dozen. “No idea,” she said as she carved a foot-deep trench into the ground where the pentagrams were. She had to use a second card to destroy the words. The fire thankfully went out the moment the line was disrupted. “But we should probably watch out up ahead. The infected haven’t been giving us trouble so far, but the demon has to know that. Perhaps they’re stronger up ahead. Or perhaps the warning was about something else entirely. I… really don’t know if I should have tried listening or not.”

“It wanted you to take off its mask again?”

“Yeah…”

“Probably a trap then. An attempt at tricking you into doing what it wanted. Just like last time.”

“That’s what I thought, but…” Alyssa shook her head. She was acting as best she knew how on as little information as she had. Tenebrael said that demons couldn’t be trusted. Period. Not because they wouldn’t tell the truth, but because they would only tell the parts of the truth that served their whims.

Which just made her all the more nervous about that warning. It meant that there probably was something to be worried about up ahead. Whether that came from demons, infected, the Astral Authority, or even angels was completely up in the air.

But it wasn’t like they could turn around and go home now.

“Let’s move. And let’s go a bit slower too. We don’t want to get ambushed or fall into a trap.”

Izsha made a grunt that Alyssa took as an agreement. In seconds, they were off. Their pace was still brisk, but not the straight gallop that it had been earlier.

The road was somewhere to their left, if Alyssa’s sense of direction wasn’t completely screwed up. From the abandoned village, they had been vaguely following it. However, there were more infected on and near the road than elsewhere. It wasn’t really necessary anymore either. As long as that sense of foreboding didn’t wane, they were headed in the proper direction.

Trusting Kasita and Izsha to be aware of their immediate surroundings, Alyssa went back to focusing. Astral Authority fake-angels, angels, and demons didn’t appear to her sense of souls. Luckily, Kasita could vaguely sense them, even if she hadn’t needed to so far, so Alyssa felt she could trust that task to her friend and focus on what was likely the real danger.

With the warning from the demon, avoiding all infected might be for the best.

It, unfortunately, took more time as well. Alyssa had to map out a safe path of travel to weave in and out of the shambling zombie-like infected that littered the forest. Some parts, Izsha could simply run around them, taking a wide looping path. But others, they had to drop to a crawl. In one case, they even had to stop for a full half hour as one particularly active infected staggered across their path.

Much of the time they had gained thanks to Izsha’s haste since leaving Illuna was lost. Probably not all of it, but Alyssa wished she knew just how far away Owlcroft would be. If it was only a few more hours off, she would have tried carrying on through the night. But if it was a day or more, they would need to rest at some point.

She wished that there was another abandoned village. For all she knew, there was one. But it wasn’t on the same road that led to Owlcroft. Leaving Lyria made her realize just how shoddy the map she had was. It was something she thought about bringing up with Jason. If a decent map was as bad as the one she had taken a picture of, constructing rail lines between towns and villages wouldn’t be easy.

No caves either. If they had to rest, it would be out in the open.

Alyssa didn’t want to try. She didn’t think she would be able to sleep. But even still, she started looking around for anywhere that might let them rest. Even for just a few hours.

“Izsha. Angle left until… there,” Alyssa said as Izsha followed her directions. “There is a single infected up ahead, but plenty more around for quite a distance. The demon was warning us against infected, probably, but we aren’t going to be able to avoid them all.”

“A single one is fine. We’ve dealt with up to three at a time before.”

“Be on your guard anyway. Both of you.”

Izsha decided to speed up with a definite destination in sight. Alyssa didn’t bother slowing it back down. There was nothing around that would take notice. Just the one infected.

And Izsha quickly came across it.

Alyssa had been likening the infected to zombies ever since she first came across one. But that wasn’t exactly accurate. In Earth media, zombies tended to shamble around, moaning and groaning. And while there were certainly similarities, it would probably be more accurate to call the infected feral humans rather than zombies. Their posture tended to be somewhat hunched. They lunged and attacked with clawed grips and sharp teeth. Some did stagger around, the weaker and starved ones, but some even held weapons.

This one, however, made Alyssa’s stomach churn. It wasn’t crouched down, readying for an attack. It stood straight with a posture that not even Alyssa had at the best of times. One hand was behind its back. The other held a knife. Its clothes weren’t the torn ragged mess that the others had. Rather, it was a slim suit of black leather. Not shiny and not made out of straps and belts as the true demon’s outfit was. It was more like Oz’s leather armor than that.

For a moment, Alyssa almost thought that it was a normal person.

The embers in its eyes on its ash-white face eliminated all doubt.

“Careful,” Alyssa said as Izsha charged. “This one isn’t like the others.”

As soon as she spoke, the infected smiled and rushed forward to meet their charge. Alyssa had her scythe at the ready as well as her deck of spell cards. Spectral Chains lashed out, but it jumped, springing clear to the opposite side of Izsha.

The blade in its hand lashed out.

A Shorten Distance carried Alyssa and Izsha a step out of the way.

“Subjugation,” Kasita uttered. A wave of light lashed out toward the demon. It tried to dodge, but the edge of the wave clipped its leg.

The demon went to the ground, kneeling. But it was clearly resisting, moving back to its feet. A second Spectral Chains kept it in place as Izsha reared around. This time, it did not get out of the way of her scythe.

The soul didn’t come loose right away. Much like the Taker’s soul, it felt like trying to remove a marble from a crimped pipe.

“Izsha, crash it into a tree again!”

It took a moment for the draken to find a suitable tree. Anything too narrow and the tree would just snap. Too many other trees around and they wouldn’t be able to rush at it at any good speed.

As Izsha was still picking a target, the infected started laughing. “Just like last time?” it said with a derisive chuckle. The sound of its words wasn’t something a human could mimic. They had a reverberation to the tone. “It won’t matter. I will kill you.”

Alyssa didn’t respond. She knew that infected could talk. Octavia had apparently tried multiple times to convince Irulon and the Pharaoh to release her, offering them promises of power or even just good behavior. Neither listened. And Alyssa wasn’t listening now.

She held out the scythe with both hands as Izsha started running.

The demon screamed, turning feral for just a moment.

“Projectile Reflection,” Kasita said, moving a hand in front of Alyssa’s face.

The demon’s knife hit her arm the second it was in the way. With a loud tang, it spiraled off somewhere behind them.

Alyssa sucked in a breath. She hadn’t even considered that the demon might still try to attack.

It slammed into the tree a moment later. Alyssa almost found herself pulled out of the saddle. But she held on tight with her legs. With only a moment of additional resistance, she, the scythe, and the tar-like ball of soul made it through the tree.

“It’s done,” she whispered, letting Izsha know that they could stop.

The true demon appeared once again. This time, she didn’t even glance in Alyssa’s direction. She just collected the soul and left without a single comment.

Which was more than fine with Alyssa.

They would have to get some rest.

And apparently be wary of more of the capable infected up ahead.


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War And Peace

Respite


“You stupid angel. I just want a stupid portal from here to Owlcroft. Ugh. Work damn you!” Alyssa let her arm drop with a groan. Her fingernails hadn’t even turned black. Five minutes of trying to make a portal and she had nothing to show for it. She didn’t understand the rules. Was it because time was stopped outside their little bubble? Was Tenebrael just screwing with her? Ugh. She needed Iosefael to come and explain again, or explain properly. She had thought that she was getting the hang of using miracles.

Apparently not.

Izsha was still running. Maybe that was the problem. Irulon had mentioned that human created portals failed because of movement of the world itself. But… it just didn’t seem like a thing that would happen. She only needed a portal long enough for Izsha to jump inside.

But they were running out of time. Maybe the clock hands would continue ticking backward, but Alyssa had a feeling that twelve midnight was the limit. And the hands were close together. Less than three minutes left.

Digging through her cards, Alyssa pulled out an Empty Vessel spell and cast it. The shroud of glass shards encompassed the three, wrapping around them in a bubble just barely smaller than the clock underneath Izsha’s feet. Empty Vessel had worked back in Lyria. It likely worked for the same reason that the entropy stopping miracle had worked. The Astral Authority were not as divine as they seemed. They might even be considered fully mortal, though they clearly had some connection to the Throne. Or perhaps only to the Seraphim that actually led their group, much like how Alyssa was connected to Tenebrael.

Unfortunately, Alyssa was not sure whether or not it would keep her hidden if they had the scent of her connection to Tenebrael on their noses.

And poor Izsha. Alyssa could tell, the draken was getting tired. She wasn’t quite sure how she knew. It wasn’t like Izsha had told her or even mimed it to her. They were keeping up their speed. But it was something subtle. Maybe it was the way that Izsha wasn’t jumping between trees anymore, but trying to go in the straightest line possible. Maybe it was the slightly more ragged breathing. Or just how the Izsha’s muscles felt underneath Alyssa’s legs.

Izsha needed a rest. Maybe not a long one. They could probably keep moving, but not at top speed.

If the Empty Vessel didn’t work…

The clock hands ticked closer and closer together. There were at most two minutes left.

“Izsha. Stop,” Alyssa said quietly. “Just for a minute.” An extra minute of running wasn’t going to make a difference at this point. But a minute of rest might.

They were still in the forest. It had become significantly less marshy the further they had gone, not that it would matter much. Alyssa was fairly sure that the time stop spell was doing something that made the ground much harder than it otherwise would be. If there were a lake, Izsha could probably walk right over the top of it.

The trees were much thicker where they were now. Both in density of the land and in individual tree girth. They were quite tall as well. Maybe redwoods? Or the Nod equivalent. Alyssa wasn’t a dendrologist. Having to go around them constantly probably contributed to Izsha’s exhaustion, but they might also make for good cover. With Izsha now standing still, Alyssa could only see twenty feet in any direction before the trees just blocked it all out.

Of course, hiding might not matter all that much if the Astral Authority was following magic, but it couldn’t hurt.

The low humming reverberation that had been going on since the time stop miracle started changing. It was subtle at first, but quickly grew both louder and in pitch. Both hands of the clock hit the twelve o’clock position with a thunderous click. The hum ended rapidly, sounding like the final portion of a grandfather clock’s chime.

Beneath their feet, the mystic circle faded.

Slowly, things started moving again. Wind gently gracing Alyssa’s skin despite them being stopped was the first sign. Leaves began rustling, swaying in that same breeze. The sounds of the forest returned to normal. Some birds chirping could be heard in the distance. The leaves rustling grew to a static-like background noise. A frog croaking actually made Alyssa jump before her brain eventually matched the sound to an animal.

Alyssa waited with bated breath, watching the surroundings. Even though she had something of an innate sense of their surroundings, Kasita also looked around, swiveling her head from one side to the other. Izsha wasn’t looking around too much in comparison. The draken, panting, coiled its muscles, readying an escape if necessary.

Five minutes passed by in a flash. Although she jumped at a few odd sounds, there was no sign of the Astral Authority. Either through invisibility or through stopped time, they had managed to escape.

And she had no idea how far they were from Illuna. Or even how much progress they had made toward Owlcroft. They had left the road under Alyssa’s command—she had worried that the Astral Authority might just follow it. If they were even intelligent enough to reason out such a thing. She honestly wasn’t sure how creative they might be.

“I didn’t manage to send a Message to Irulon before you stopped time. What do you want me to tell her now?”

“Wait. No. No magic. No more than necessary, anyway,” Alyssa amended, looking at the shards of glass around them. “Spells are used all over, but they are technically requests to Tenebrael. With a direction to look in, the Astral Authority might just decide to check on anyone using any spell.”

“So we’re on our own?”

“For now. We have food and some supplies. And I doubt the forest will be empty of things to eat.”

“No tent though.”

“Might be for the best. Less to leave behind if we end up having to flee again. For now,” Alyssa said, resting a hand on Izsha’s side, “let’s take a short rest. We’ll try to contact the others later.” If only her mother had a phone.

Then again, phones were probably more connected to Tenebrael than regular magic. It wasn’t like there were cell towers around this world that they could use to connect to each other. They had to be using some kind of magic. For all Alyssa knew, Tenebrael was the cell tower. And, if so, was also sitting around spying on every single message and conversation.

Resting, as it turned out, was nearly impossible while the threat of a sudden attack lingered in the air. Alyssa was tense. Izsha was tense. Kasita was tense. Even when she closed her eyes and tried to relax, she just wound up jumping at every little sound. The sounds of the forest were made all the worse with her eyes closed—everything just sounded so much louder.

Alyssa wound up pacing around in a small circle to bleed off her anxious energy. She couldn’t go far. The Empty Vessel spell was centered around her. Moving would reveal Izsha or Kasita if they weren’t sticking close by. The Astral Authority probably wouldn’t care, but they might be looking for those Alyssa had escaped with. Especially Izsha, given that the draken had been with her during the similar situation in Lyria.

But the more time that passed, the more Alyssa felt safe enough. The Astral Authority had access to rapid transportation through their square portals. If they knew where Alyssa was, they surely would have caught up by now.

“Do we know where we are in relation to the road to Owlcroft?” Kasita asked, peering through the trees.

“I think it curved to our right as we ran. And I don’t think we crossed the road ever during our run. But it was hard to tell. The road is just so poorly maintained that I might have been imagining not crossing it.”

“That’s something. I’d rather not have to backtrack a bunch. Those Astral Authority things are probably swarming all over the place.”

Alyssa nodded. Even when they had been on their way out from Lyria, little golden lights could be seen flittering about the sky. She honestly couldn’t have left fast enough. They hadn’t bothered Alyssa then, not after she lost them. However, that might not be true anymore. Like Kasita had said, the Astral Authority seemed to be getting faster about locating signs of Tenebrael.

All the more reason to get to Owlcroft as soon as possible.

“Izsha, how are you doing?”

Like Alyssa, the draken was slowly able to relax more and more as time passed. Izsha had even taken to resting on its side. It was still clearly ready to jump to its feet at a moment’s notice. But Izsha’s breathing had slowed from the panting gasps of their flight. At Alyssa’s question, Izsha looked over to her and offered a bob of its head.

“Sorry for pushing you so hard. But…”

Izsha made a trilling noise in the back of its throat. Not a threatening or angry noise. It didn’t sound particularly pleased either. Alyssa was honestly not sure what it was supposed to mean. Maybe an assurance?

Whatever the case, Izsha got to its feet, bending slightly in the way it always did when Alyssa was getting ready to mount.

“Thanks. I promise to make it up to you somehow,” Alyssa said as she climbed into the saddle. Holding out her hand, she grasped Kasita’s arm and hoisted her up onto Izsha as well. It was always a bit of a strange sensation. Kasita looked like a proper person who weighed a normal amount. But Alyssa picked her up as if she were a pillow. “Go ahead and take it easy. Go at whatever pace is comfortable for you.”

The most comfortable pace was apparently a light trot. They started out looking for the road to Owlcroft. Not necessarily to stay on the road given her concerns that the Astral Authority might follow it. But staying adjacent to it would keep them from getting lost.

Although, if the Astral Authority did follow the road, they would probably find the pit all on their own without any need for Alyssa to call them there. It was a wonder that they hadn’t found it already. Unless Tenebrael’s statue, the portals, and Alyssa’s giant mystic circle had just kept them concentrated around Lyria.

Izsha’s trot turned into a gallop before long. Not that draken galloped. Galloping required four legs. Draken only had two, plus two smaller claw-like hand-things. But, if they had a horse with them, it would have to have been moving in a light gallop to keep up.

After two hours of being back on the way—moving adjacent to the road—Alyssa felt safe enough to try out a quick Message to Irulon.

If the Astral Authority came for her… she would just have to try stopping time again.

“Message. Irulon. We’re on our way to Owlcroft and are trying to keep a low profile to avoid disturbing the fake-angels again. Not sure exactly where we are, but we did find the road and are following it. Will Message again if we don’t attract attention from this spell.”

In less than a minute, Alyssa had a response. ~The Astral Authority is swarming around Illuna. We’ve not left yet because of it. They aren’t attacking, but the people are frightened. It is probably harming their impression of monsters, unfortunately. I’ll keep you updated if things change.~

Alyssa quickly relayed the Message to the others. “So we really are on our own, it seems.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem. As you said, we have some supplies and are more than capable of surviving on our own.”

“Still would have preferred their presence.”

“Well, it could be worse. It could be—”

“Don’t say it.”

“What? I was just going—”

“Don’t say it! You’ll make the Astral Authority notice us or cause demons to swarm out of the forest or it will suddenly start raining or whatever you were going to say.”

“I don’t think I have that kind of power.”

“Let’s just… not curse ourselves for the time being.”

“If anything, you’re the one with that power. Have you ever wished something wouldn’t happen but it did?”

“All the time,” Alyssa mumbled. Really, she didn’t have all that much to complain about. Most of the troublesome situations she had gotten into were her fault. Except this one, of course. This was Tenebrael’s fault.

Following alongside the decrepit road while still staying out of sight from it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. But it wasn’t too bad either. As long as they poked their heads out of the forest every so often to make sure that they were following it, they wouldn’t lose it.

Izsha kept up the pace well through lunchtime. Though, not all that many people in Nod had a mid-day meal. Breakfast was a large and hearty meal. One obviously made to get people through the day. Dinner was a smaller affair. At least, smaller than Alyssa used to have back on Earth. Enough to get through the night. If people ate anything for lunch at all, it would usually be some kind of a snack. Old bread. Fruit, if someone could get a hold of some. Maybe even something made with sugar if they were lucky and wealthy enough. Lunch passing was more an indicator for time than any caloric need.

Draken didn’t even eat all that much anyway. They wouldn’t turn away a slab of meat if one was lying about, but, at least while traveling, they tended to go light on any feedings. Kasita didn’t eat at all. Magic somehow supplied all her needs.

So, when the sun dipped behind the rings in the sky, casting the land in darkness, Alyssa was probably the only one really starting to get hungry.

But she didn’t complain. Not while Izsha was still maintaining the pace of a horse’s gallop. A full day of running had to have been hard on it, even if it wasn’t complaining.

An hour after nightfall, just as Alyssa was about to call for a break, the treeline of the redwood forest broke. Though she wasn’t an expert in arboreal matters, Alyssa could tell that it wasn’t a natural end of the trees. There were stumps. Lots of stumps. Man, or monster, had deliberately felled the trees here. But nature was trying to take the area back. Larger saplings, ones that had clearly been around for longer than a season or few, were growing between the stumps.

Beyond the felled forest, the land was relatively flat. For a moment, Alyssa thought there were fields around. But… if they were fields, they were untended. The plants were overgrown, crowding each other out, and weren’t all one crop either. Weeds, plants, grains, flowers, and more all grew together.

Just beyond the fields, a town sat atop a small hill. It wasn’t a large town. As big as Teneville. Maybe slightly larger. But it had one big difference.

Two. It had two big differences. There wasn’t a giant statue of Tenebrael or a temple to her. And there wasn’t a single light on in any of the homes. Even though Teneville went to sleep soon after night fell, except during the festival bonfire nights, it was still possible to see light shining through the cracks in windows, doors, or the walls of the homes. Without an easy way to light fires, people didn’t like to let their personal flames go out. They would get up multiple times a night just to feed the embers to keep things going until morning.

But here… there was only darkness.

And a strange sense of foreboding.

“Wait,” Alyssa said softly. Closing her eyes, she focused on Tenebrael’s power and the aspect of it that let her see souls. There were only two in the entire village. They had a distinct feel to them. The slime to a regular mortal’s candle. Demons. Or rather, infected. “There are two infected in that village. I think they’re pretty weak compared to some of the ones I’ve seen elsewhere.”

“Do we go around?”

Alyssa hesitated in answering. The easy answer was yes, they would be going around. It was safer. They could always send a Message to Trik and Fela. The two of them were trained for demon fighting. Plus Brakkt and Irulon would be there to even the odds.

Here, it would really only be Alyssa with maybe Izsha helping if the demons were outside. Kasita could act as a distraction and maybe help with a spell or two. But Alyssa would still be carrying out most of the legwork.

However, if she wanted to set up a camp, the town would be a good spot to do so. Even abandoned, shelter was shelter. And she wasn’t sure that she would be able to sleep easily knowing that two demons were out and about. They did tend to stay in one spot unless they spotted something, but that hadn’t held true for the Taker and Octavia. Not to mention the possibility that one was staring out its window, noticing her right at this very moment. Or, if not now, then when she inevitably went to make a camp fire. She could go without for a night. Their packs had some food that didn’t need to be cooked. But boiling water was almost a necessity. And water was what she needed the most of at the moment.

If the abandoned town had a well, even half dried, it might be worth it.

“We’ll go forward,” Alyssa said, holding out a hand to summon a Spectral Axe. “Carefully. Slowly. They aren’t next to each other. We should be able to take them one at a time.”

“Sounds fine with me. Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.”

Alyssa pinched her eyes shut with a grimace. “Did you have to say that?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Izsha? Do you want to take a short rest before we head forward?”

Izsha didn’t respond except to start forward. It didn’t carry them at a gallop. It didn’t even got at a moderate trot. Alyssa could have hopped off and walked faster.

But she didn’t mind the speed. In fact, the slower the better.

Walking through the abandoned town was an eerie affair. Up close, it was even more like Teneville. One didn’t really notice the temple while in the village proper, removing that particular difference. Instead, there were just empty buildings. Doors hanging off their hinges. Cracks and broken cobblestone in the walls of the houses. A roof collapsed here or there. Overgrown plants even in what had once been roads and pathways.

It was what Teneville might have become had they been overrun with demons.

Alyssa had to wonder what the Astral Authority might have done in the actual village. After the statue killed the first Kindness that Alyssa had ever seen, she had gone back to Lyria. No portals had opened up to spit out more of the Astral Authority in the short time that she had been around the area. But she didn’t know what had happened afterwards.

When she got back to Lyria, she would have to poke her head through the portal and see if that statue still stood.

But that was a thought for another time.

For now, Alyssa hopped off Izsha’s back, gesturing to one of the dilapidated buildings. The soul was right against the wall, as far as she could tell. In Teneville, she had hesitated, worried that her sight of souls might have been giving her wrong information. She had sent Kasita in to confirm, which ended up with Kasita getting noticed. What should have been a quick fight turned into a minor, but potentially dangerous fight.

This time, Alyssa did not hesitate. An opportunity had presented itself to her. She would not waste it.

The scythe passed straight through the wall as if it didn’t exist. It only met resistance when it hit the soul. An ear piercing wail split the sky, but Alyssa ignored it, gritting her teeth and gripping the scythe with both hands. Like with all demons that Alyssa had killed, the scythe required tugging, pulling, and a bit of leverage. With a foot on the wall of the building, Alyssa pulled back.

The sticky ball of tar of a soul came straight through the wall. A swipe of the scythe carried it safely away from Alyssa. She considered sticking around until the true demon showed up to take it back, but figured there wouldn’t be much point.

Besides that, the infected had screamed.

Closing her eyes, she could see the other soul, several buildings away, in motion.

“It’s coming,” Alyssa said, narrowing her eyes. “Be prepared.” Her fingers tightened around the ethereal shaft of the scythe as she moved to a more open position. Izsha and Kasita both flanked her. The former coiled its muscles, readying for an attack. Kasita pulled out a few spell cards, holding them between her fingers, pointed down the remains of the street.

A single infected was not a threat.


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033.005

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War And Peace

Entropic Decay


Alyssa charged through fields of wheat on Izsha’s back, fleeing from Illuna as fast as she could. The golden light of a single Kindness was still visible over her shoulder. It didn’t look like it was following her, but Alyssa wasn’t taking any chances. If it spotted her, she had a feeling that hundreds of the Astral Authority wouldn’t be far behind.

The others were still in the city. Partially to warn off people from attacking the Kindness. Partially because Brakkt hadn’t quite finished resupplying. Izsha’s bags weren’t completely full either, but there wasn’t much anyone could do about that. There was enough food for a few days. It would have to last.

Alyssa had to get out of the city before that thing found her.

Owlcroft was a full week out from Illuna. If Izsha could sprint the entire way, they might possibly be able to arrive in twenty-four hours, but Alyssa doubted that a draken could move at full speed for that long. They had already been planning on picking up the pace over what they had averaged on the way from Lyria to Illuna, so even twenty-four hours might have been optimistic.

Pulling out her spell cards, Alyssa stared down at the one Accelero spell she had managed to create. Having never tried it before, she didn’t know the exact mechanics of the spell. Given that it was a highly ranked spell, casting it might have unknown side effects. Like the difference between Lumen using an Annihilator and Alyssa doing the same. Could it get them to Owlcroft faster? Very possibly.

“What do you think? Should we even worry about getting there faster?” Unless that Kindness spotted her, it probably wasn’t necessary. Simply heading out a ways and waiting for the others would suffice. Then they could continue as normal.

Izsha, of course, did not respond. Alyssa still hadn’t found a good way to communicate with the draken that didn’t involve calling on Tenebrael’s power. After this trip. After distracting the Astral Authority with the demons of Owlcroft. After getting far enough away that they weren’t likely to turn and descend on her, she would try again. Until such a time, she had to get her advice from other sources.

Kasita, leaning forward so that her voice would be heard over the air rushing past, said, “The faster we get there, the less we’ll have to possibly deal with things like that. I don’t like it. It feels like your staff or angels or… like it shouldn’t be there, but it obviously is.”

“I think you’ve mentioned that before.”

“It’s here a lot faster this time too. It took two weeks for one to show up at Teneville. Then you killed one and nothing happened immediately, but something might have happened after a while if you hadn’t called all of them to that giant circle above the city. Even after it had disappeared, you wound up chased all around the city after using only a little bit of Tenebrael’s power. Now this one shows up twenty minutes after you do nothing particularly special? They are learning what they need to be looking for. And if they learn too much…”

“They might come after me without me even doing anything.”

“Right.”

Alyssa bit her lip. Purposefully, not because Izsha was bounding up and down as it sprinted. She had inadvertently given the Astral Authority a bead on her location. All it would take was one more accidental slip up to have them all crashing down on her.

She still wasn’t sure what she had done. Her sunglasses had melted off her face, which had happened to a different pair of sunglasses back in Lyria after making a request to Tenebrael. But this time, she hadn’t made any requests at all. All she had done was cast about half of her collection of Spectral Chains at once. That shouldn’t have had anything to do with Tenebrael. Or rather, the cards did act as prepared requests, but they weren’t the same as Alyssa’s requests at all.

Had it just been her anger at the guild? Or her fear over Fela?

Would it happen again?

Alyssa couldn’t discount the possibility. Which meant that it was probably very necessary to get to Owlcroft faster, thus removing the problem with it happening again.

“I don’t suppose you know whether or not Accelero can affect all of us at once?” When the Pharaoh had used it, the spell had affected only him. And spells tended to only do one thing. Even when Alyssa used high rank spells, it really only did a more powerful version of the same thing that everyone else got.

“You’re mistaking me for Irulon.”

“Yeah…” Looking through her deck of cards, she tried to find other things that might help them move faster. Reducing their weight might work for Izsha’s endurance. If she had more of those short-range teleport spells, she could chain them together to rapidly blink forward. As it was, ten wouldn’t get her very far. And, like when she had used them in Lyria, they were far more valuable for dodging sudden attacks than traveling.

Too many of her spells were designed for combat. She hadn’t even used a fireball spell in forever, yet she had twenty of them. Why bother wasting the time to draw them out when she could have been looking up speed enhancement abilities. It wasn’t like being able to move quickly had no usage in combat.

Alyssa had to wonder whether or not Irulon had any spells that would help. Fractal magic did nothing straightforward, so she doubted that there would be something as simple as ‘move quicker’ in her tome, but who knew what kind of strange esoteric effects there could be. She had pictures of quite a bit of Irulon’s tome in her phone, but drawing out Fractal spells took an entire afternoon for just a single card. As such, she had only the most necessary spells available.

Like Empty Mirror. Which could help with the problem of the moment, at least so long as the Astral Authority didn’t adapt to its use.

“Let’s just find a good spot to hide out. Between Fela and the other draken, the others shouldn’t have any problem finding us.”

Izsha immediately angled herself off toward a large grove of trees in the distance. Illuna, despite having the deserty Plains of the Dead so close, was surprisingly lush. In fact, it was almost too alive. A river ran right past the city, but a small portion of it leaked out into a fairly wet marshlands. There were insects around, among other things. Alyssa hadn’t seen any alligators yet, but she had seen half destroyed animal bones that looked like they might have been eaten by a larger predator.

Barring magical shenanigans, she was pretty sure that Izsha was the largest predator in this ecosystem. Alyssa didn’t know what kind of monsters lived in a more marshy and wet climate, but it shouldn’t matter anyway. Illuna, despite apparently being more open to monsters than a place like Lyria, was still expected to keep monsters clear of their lands. Still, when she got back to Lyria, she decided to pester Oz into letting her peruse the guild’s bestiary.

Illuna proper was positioned on a high hill for the most part, keeping it well outside the watery land around it. Someone had tried to create roads through the land, but the water level at the moment must have been higher than average. Now that Izsha had moved beyond the fields of wheat, she could easily see that Illuna’s department of transportation needed some additional work. The vast majority of the road was underwater. The parts that weren’t were overgrown with greenery. Which might have been more a product of neglect than of a high water table.

Now that she was thinking about it, neglect was probably the actual answer. As far as she knew, the only place this particular path led to was Owlcroft. Anywhere that had once been connected to Owlcroft likely had been rerouted to keep travelers as far away as possible. Long looping roads that went northwest or southwest might be annoying, but at least there was a smaller chance of running into demons.

It took almost an hour, even at speed, to reach the forest. Part of that was the marsh. Izsha couldn’t plow through it as easily as hard land. That meant that the others would be a long while as well.

Hopping off Izsha’s back onto some soggy but mostly solid earth, Alyssa pulled out her binoculars. The golden light from the Kindness wasn’t visible anymore. She wasn’t sure if that meant it had left or if it had simply dipped out of view. Just to be sure, she scanned the skies as far as she could see in all directions, both with her binoculars and with the naked eye. There was nothing to indicate that the Astral Authority was after her.

That let her relax ever so slightly.

Now she just had to stay calm and try to figure out what had happened.

Though poor Izsha was soaked up to its belly. If Alyssa’s feet had been dangling just a few inches more, she would have been skimming the water in some places. As it was, the bottoms of her pants and boots looked like they had when she was a kid and had to walk to school on a rainy day.

Shuffling through her deck of cards, she pulled out a simple Draw Water spell. It wasn’t very highly ranked, so there wasn’t much chance of hazardous side effects. And she had used it before. Learning potion making from Tzheitza had involved the use of several low ranked utility spells like Draw Water. Applying it to her pants and boots wasn’t quite the same as using it on a bucket to extract water, but it did still work.

A globule of water floated in the air for a moment, growing larger as more water siphoned off to feed it. As soon as the spell had run its course, it dropped to the ground and splashed a little. Not enough to soak her again. Without water, her pants were stiff and crusty from whatever other dirt and grime was left clinging to her.

Hopefully no brain eating amoebas.

“You too?” she asked, looking to Izsha. “I think the brush is in Brakkt’s pack, so you’ll be left with whatever this grime is.”

Despite the warning, Izsha still nodded. A nod was a bit of a strange gesture coming from a dinosaur, but it was understandable. Holding out the cards, Alyssa carefully drew in only the surface water. Draw Water could be used on things like worms to dry them out quickly. Alyssa had never done so on something larger, but she really didn’t want to dehydrate Izsha if at all possible. It wasn’t very efficient on a living creature, so she should be able to stop in time if she noticed something strange.

Being a larger creature, Alyssa expected more water to cling to Izsha. But the glob of water was actually about the same size in the end. Scales didn’t soak, apparently. Most water just ran off them.

“Alyssa,” Kasita said, voice a hushed whisper. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but you might want to turn around.”

The warning sent a chill down Alyssa’s spine. Her hand snapped to her pistol as she pivoted.

A porcelain mask stared at her from only a few feet away. Bursting pustules of eyeballs stared as well. Hundreds of them. Each looking over her for only a moment before exploding into nothingness.

Alyssa squeezed off three bullets into the Kindness. They weren’t enhanced with Tenebrael’s power, but they still tore straight through the creature, popping eyeballs as they went. It writhed back in clear and obvious pain, but it didn’t die instantly.

A fourth shot cracked the porcelain mask, splitting it in two. The smaller chunk fell to the ground, sinking into the damp earth. The larger portion remained attached to the Kindness. But it was enough. The Kindness reeled back, taking to the skies.

With some space between it and her, Alyssa felt far more comfortable actually speaking.

“Tenebrael. Destroy this foul creature before it can call for aid, use the weapons I wield to deliver an end to our enemies. And… can we please not call down a thousand more because of this?” Alyssa pulled the trigger. The hammer drew back and slammed down on the cartridge. A beam of black-white light burst from the end of the barrel. It lanced straight through the Kindness, obliterating dozens of eyeballs as it continued into the sky.

The golden light dimmed as the Kindness dropped in a wide spiral. The wings beat a few times more in an attempt to keep it aloft. But, after a moment of fruitless attempts, it gave up. The kindness dropped like a stone into the swampy marsh.

Alyssa immediately grabbed hold of Kasita’s hand and dragged her onto Izsha. Without even needing a word from its rider, Izsha took off in a sprint. With them heading through firmer land, the run was much easier on Izsha. Their speed was much faster as well.

“Sorry,” Alyssa said, eying the skies for any sign of more of the Astral Authority. “No rest yet.” Their portals were visually loud with their glowing borders, so she wasn’t too worried about one opening up right in front of her. She was far more concerned that beings from the skies would drop down on her. Or that some long range bombardment would happen.

Iosefael didn’t know how the Astral Authority communicated with one another. Neither did she know how they detected Tenebrael’s magic. She suspected that it had something to do with Charities. The logistics and portal summoners, but wasn’t positive. But they couldn’t be any more omniscient than angels were, so getting away from the position of cast spells had to work.

Izsha made it another ten steps before a square portal opened high in the air. The snake-like form of a Diligence didn’t even fully emerge before the porcelain mask split in two. A golden orb of light welled up from the recesses of its throat.

Shorten Distance moved Izsha to the side just in time. The orb carved a small trench into the ground, blasting apart trees as it dug into the spot where Izsha would have been.

“Tenebrael! Did you not hear what I fucking said!” Alyssa shouted as Izsha jumped aside.

Another portal opened. The speared rod of a Patience was the first thing through. It would have bisected them all had it not been for Izsha’s quick reaction time.

The sudden movement almost made Alyssa bite off her tongue. Far more carefully, she shouted over her shoulder. “Kasita, send a message to Irulon. Let her know that I am going to try something risky.”

“What exactly do you mean by risky?”

“My companions.” Alyssa felt it. Her fingers tingled with the glory of an angel. She hadn’t even made the request yet, but she already felt like it was going to work. “Have faith. For Tenebrael will not abandon us. She gave us a mission. We are close. We will accomplish it. We simply need a little more time. And time is something that Tenebrael can provide.”

Black light tinged with white edges erupted from Alyssa’s fingertips. It spread outward, forming into a wide circle beneath them, following them even as Izsha tore through the forest. The design that filled in the interior looked familiar. Alyssa had only seen it once, but she doubted that she would forget it soon. The lines and geometry of the Enochian formed into vague depictions of gears, cogs, and springs, looking like the interior of a pocket watch.

“Halting entropic progression.”

A high pitched chime echoed over the land as the circle beneath Izsha pulsed. She couldn’t remember that chime happening last time, but then again, something could have been different this time. It might not even be the same thing that Tenebrael had done.

The pattern pulsed again. The chime rang again, but this time, it was lower pitched and drawn out. A neutral hum that vibrated against the air.

A third pulse was accompanied by… she wasn’t sure if it could be called a chime anymore. One time, she had gone to a concert with her mother. A Pink Floyd cover band. She distinctly remembered the bass guitars reverberating deep within her chest, making her almost feel as if she were having constant heart attacks.

This third chime was a single strum of a low note played over the world’s most powerful subwoofer.

Alyssa thought her heart had stopped. Placing a hand over her chest, she could still feel it. Just the opposite of being stopped, she could feel her chest thumping a mile a minute.

Izsha was still moving. Kasita as well—Alyssa could feel the mimic’s arms tighten around her waist. The mystic circle was still underfoot, still in motion like the gears of a clock. Somewhere, in the background noise of the universe, the echoes of that bass cannon were still reverberating across the world.

But outside the edges of the mystic circle, nothing moved. Leaves, knocked off the trees from wind, hung in the air without falling. A chipmunk sat atop a stone. Even with Izsha only a few feet away, it didn’t even look in their direction. It might as well have been a statue.

Alyssa snapped her head to the nearest Astral Authority. A massive portal the size of a building had the chimeric form of an Equanimity halfway through. And it wasn’t coming the rest of the way through. Like the chipmunk, it was frozen solid. Locked in time.

Two Patiences and a Kindness were high above, flying in a triangular shape with the Kindness in the rear. They weren’t moving either. Even their wings were perfectly stiff and immobile.

“It worked,” Kasita said. “I don’t know what you did, but it worked.”

“I thought it might,” Alyssa said, not taking her eyes off the Astral Authority, just in case. “A real angel would have ignored that and kept coming after us. But these aren’t real angels. People can see them. Regular mortals. And they can interact with them. So it stood to reason that the Astral Authority is a part of the real world rather than whatever metaphysical plane actual angels teeter on. Or so I guessed, anyway.”

“Should we go back for Irulon and the others?”

“No,” Alyssa said before Izsha could even start to slow down. “Keep moving. We… might not have that much time.”

Looking down, Alyssa watched the mystic circle. It vaguely looked like a clock. And, as part of being a clock, it had a pair of hands. They were large, ornate designs, but recognizable nonetheless. The shorter hour hand was just past the twelve o’clock position. The minute hand was at the two. And they were moving.

They were moving anticlockwise.

They were counting down.


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War And Peace

Illuna


The city of Illuna was, indeed, a city. It wasn’t as large as Lyria, but Lyria was known as the Grand City for a reason. It was still the largest man-made settlement Alyssa had seen since coming to this world that wasn’t Lyria.

It seemed to have taken a lot of cues from Lyria’s layout as well. A wall surrounded the majority of the city, though it did have a significant number of buildings outside, sprawling the city beyond its borders. A few towers were stationed around the wall as well, though none of them reached even a quarter of Lyria’s tower’s height. There wasn’t a central palace either. At least not one that jutted up very high above the rest of the buildings. House Illuna, the rulers of the city and surrounding lands, lived in a fairly large manor with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town. The construction was fairly lavish with real wooden floors. Not as smooth as what someone would find in a modern home, but quite nice considering that most peasants just had dirt floors. The roof might have even been tin.

The yard, quite expansive in its own right, was filled with turkeys and geese. Alyssa couldn’t understand why. The noise they made as Alyssa left the building was worse than firing pistols in small secret passages inside Irulon’s laboratory. It was constant and obnoxious.

As Alyssa walked through the streets with Fela, Irulon, and Kasita, she couldn’t help but notice just how different the humans were as well. There was a completely distinct culture here. Especially regarding how they treated monsters. Rather than something to be feared, people viewed Fela and the draken as curiosities. Something to be gawked at as they walked past. There were still glares, but there were a whole lot more people looking like the circus had come to town than there were people looking ready to form into a lynch mob.

“The day you arrived in Lyria, the city was attacked by that monster army. That is still in recent memory and contributes a lot to the current climate toward monsters,” Irulon explained. “Besides that incident, the shadow assassins and gaunt attacked the palace. It was less publicized, but plenty died. And there have been other such happenings in the past, well before you even existed in this world, including the war with the elves. Illuna, on the other hand, is located such that many other cities will shelter it from typical monster attacks. Most of its citizens probably haven’t even seen a monster, let alone one that tried to kill them.”

“They don’t have slaves here?”

“Not to my knowledge. Which might be simply because they haven’t had the opportunity to enslave any. Most of those in Lyria came from various wars or conflicts. Very few monsters are actually captured from the wild for enslavement purposes.”

“Surely travelers bring monsters along. This city trades with Lyria.”

“Indeed. Any monsters they bring are likely treated as Fela is right now.”

“Well, the curiosity is probably better than fear and anger.”

Fela, shrugging, said, “Doesn’t bother me one way or another. As long as they leave me alone.”

She had barely taken two steps before two children rushed out into the street. A little boy, apparently being chased around by a little girl and not watching where he was headed, slammed right into Fela’s legs. Like he had slammed into a brick wall, he fell backward, even managing to bounce across the dirt a bit.

There weren’t many people watching, but the collective gasp was almost comical in how synchronized it was. Alyssa actually started looking around, wondering if someone had planned the stunt. The timing was just too perfect. She completely ignored Fela reaching down, grasping the boy under his arms with both of her large paws, hefting him up as if he weighed no more than a small rock, and setting him down on his feet. There just wasn’t a point to keeping an eye on the situation. It wasn’t like Fela was going to murder a kid for bumping into her even if she had just asked to be left alone.

The little girl, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, suddenly dashed forward.

She slammed into Fela’s legs, fell down, and promptly started giggling. “Me too!” she said, lifting her arms in the air.

Fela, making a slight grunting noise, shot a glance at Alyssa.

Alyssa could only shake her head as Fela hefted up the little giggling girl.

While being lifted, the girl clamped her arms around Fela’s arm and nuzzled her face into the fur. “You’re so soft!” she said with a squeaking cheer.

The little boy grabbed hold of Fela’s free arm, just about making her drop the girl, and proceeded to mimic her nuzzling.

Fela, eyes wide and obviously on the verge of panic, turned to Alyssa for help.

Alyssa just shook her head again.

“Get off,” Fela mumbled, lightly shaking her arms in a vain attempt to dislodge the children. “Go away. I’m a scary monster.”

They just laughed and giggled, holding on even tighter.

“There,” Kasita whispered into Alyssa’s ear.

Following the mimic’s gaze, Alyssa found a younger man approaching. One with a smooth face and cropped short hair. He wore an emblemed tunic of quite high quality make. The emblem, a simple grey sphere with a fleur de lis, matched that of House Illuna. Three people accompanied him. A teenage girl clutching his hand, a heavily cloaked figure whose face couldn’t even be seen behind a cloth mask, and an older gentleman who also wore the emblem, walking with a cane.

Irulon stepped forward, smiling with a mask that Alyssa only rarely saw when she had to interact with others at the Observatorium. “Ah. Good morning, Martin. I haven’t seen you in years. You look well.”

“Is that you, Princess Irulon?” the older man said, stepping in front of the other two. “I haven’t seen you since you were as big as my grandchildren over there.” He nudged his cane toward where Fela was still trying to get rid of two miniature humans without harming them. “I’m surprised you recognize me. What brings you to Illuna?”

“Business at Owlcroft, I’m afraid.”

His countenance darkened immediately. “Yes. I just finished penning a missive to your father and sent it out by courier. Out at the gate, I found my court arcanist returning from a journey. With him, I thought to send a faster albeit shorter Message relaying the trouble we’ve been having.” He said with a slight nod toward the blond man at his side. “He was out of the city for a few weeks and only just arrived. I went out to meet him, but… I must have missed you arriving.”

“We’ve been here for about six hours now. My team,” she said, waving back to Fela, Alyssa, and Kasita, “joined up with a group of Knights Solaris who had a quest to escort your granddaughter back here. She’s waiting at your manor along with the leader of the group.”

“Wonderful,” he said, a gentle smile crossing his face. “Sorry that I could not greet you at the manor. But it is good that there is some positive news. How is Raugis?”

“A bit fatigued from the journey, but I believe she enjoyed it overall.”

“Splendid, just splendid. We’ll have to throw a feast—”

“Ah. Apologies, Martin. Our schedule has us setting off before nightfall. My brother and one of his trusted captains are currently resupplying. As soon as they’re done, we’re out. However, our journey back to Lyria should be on a far more relaxed timescale. I’m sure we can set aside a few nights to mingle.”

“A shame. But I suppose a few days of preparation will allow for a banquet befitting a princess. Do send me a Message before you arrive.”

“Of course!” Irulon said, voice too chipper. “But I really must be going now. Our schedule is quite tight.”

Nodding, Martin looked to Fela and the two children. “Horace, Sabine. Leave that poor creature alone. You’re clearly traumatizing it. And you,” he turned to the blond man at his side. “Don’t encourage them.”

“Couldn’t resist,” he said with a hearty chuckle. “Overhearing what she said, I thought it would be amusing. Seeing a monster act like this… It gives me some hope.”

The two children, after a second admonishment from their grandfather, finally peeled themselves free from Fela’s arms. They ran right up to the blond man and started talking a mile a minute, speaking over each other. Despite them being all but unintelligible, he nodded seriously to them both, as if he could actually understand. The girl at his side just… stared.

Freed, Fela quickly moved right up to Alyssa and Kasita, sandwiching herself between them as if either one of them had the bulk necessary to shield her from potentially being grabbed once again.

With a few words of parting from Irulon, and a good deal of urging from Fela, they got on their way once again. As soon as they turned down the street that led toward the local guild branch, both Kasita and Irulon spoke at once.

“Interesting,” Irulon said.

“Ufufu~”

“What?” Alyssa said, glancing back at the two of them with an eyebrow raised.

“The company that Martin keeps is very interesting. And might explain his son’s actions back in Lyria as well as the urgency of getting Raugis out of the city.”

“Ah,” Alyssa nodded. “I do remember Oz saying something when he was telling me about the job. Illuna’s… leader?”

“Serling. Martin’s son and current head of Illuna. Martin still manages some things around here, especially while Serling is away, but he is much too old to travel long distances these days.”

“Oz said that Serling not only supported the Pharaoh’s decisions, but liked having Fela around. Though it is still somewhat surprising that his court wizard would send children to hug her.”

“It’s not just that. It’s…” Irulon paused, turning to face the street behind them.

At least ten children of varying ages were following behind them. They had been talking softly among themselves, but fell silent the moment Alyssa and the others turned to them. One child, the oldest-looking of the bunch, wound up nudged forward by a few of the others. He opened his mouth, looking right at Fela.

Without a word, Fela started sprinting up the street.

“Oh dear,” Irulon said as the children charged right past them, chasing after Fela. “Be at the guild in an hour unless you want to be left behind,” she called out after the fleeing hellhound.

“Is that really alright? Shouldn’t we stop them?” Despite her words, Alyssa made no motion to run after the children or the hellhound. For one, hellhounds were fast when they wanted to be. She would have to burn some magic to catch up. Secondly… nothing bad would happen. Probably. Even the guards of this city didn’t seem all that perturbed by the presence of monsters.

It made Alyssa wonder why that sanctuary of monsters had to be kept so secret. If the people here weren’t quite as hostile toward monsters, they might be able to walk around among everyone else without fear. Then again, it wasn’t only Illuna that the monsters had to worry about. Brigands, glory seekers, monster hunters, and even the city of Lyria might all become their enemies if their presence became known. They wouldn’t be able to house fleeing slaves like Rizk, Pho, and Enrique.

Unless they got official support, it was probably for the best that they remain hidden. And even if they were invited to the city for feasts or simple trade, keeping their sanctuary a secret would still be a good idea.

Kasita, hands clutched over her stomach, chuckled to herself. “She’ll be fine. She’s having fun.”

“Is that what you call it?” With a shake of her head, Alyssa continued walking with the others. Notably, they walked down a street in a completely different direction than the way Fela had gone. She was probably going to lead the children away, get out of sight, and double back toward the guild building.

Hopefully, anyway.

The Knights Solaris, Illuna branch, was a tavern and inn much like the one in Lyria. A bit smaller. It didn’t have quite so many tables set out for adventurers or guests. There weren’t quite so many adventurers and guests around, for one. But, even though there were fewer people inside, the smaller size made it seem just as occupied as its sister location.

Behind the main counter, there was a board filled with a variety of requests and the expected reward. Lumen was up at the desk, perusing. Probably checking to see if there were any easy tasks for quick money while they were out here in Illuna. Or perhaps looking to see if anyone wanted an escort to Lyria. Sticking around for a caravan headed back might actually be in their best interests. Otherwise, they’d spend two weeks traveling without any pay at all.

Alyssa was glad that she didn’t have to worry over such things. Tzheitza provided shelter and enough cash on the side for her to live comfortably. Her dealings with the royal family helped as well. Alyssa was mostly sure that she could ask Irulon for any supplies and she would get them. Assuming her requests weren’t too outlandish.

Trying to get a peek into the Pharaoh’s time magic books was, apparently, an outlandish request.

After grabbing a meal for herself and Irulon at the counter, they moved off to the table that Lisa and Catal sat at. Catal didn’t talk much normally, but he seemed to be in the middle of a political discussion with Alyssa’s mother. Politics of the great houses.

Alyssa listened in as she ate. It wasn’t a particularly interesting discussion. Her mother had simply asked what gave the nobles their statuses. Population was one of the biggest requirements. The houses were required to send a certain number of soldiers to join with the Lyria city guard, at which point Lyria and the nobles there would distribute them to wherever they were needed. Oftentimes, that was to Pandora or various outposts along the main roads. Despite being called the city guard, they were more national peacekeepers.

Great houses tended to be even larger, usually with a primary city and several villages and towns that they were essentially in charge of protecting. They had more control over their own land and were expected to keep it clear of monsters and other hazards. Lyria’s city guard only tended to intervene in dire circumstances.

But even essentially being a state on their own didn’t necessarily make a house great.

What made a house great was something else they provided in addition to personnel. House Bwickly, for instance, was essentially a city of lumberjacks. They exported a unique and slightly magical supply of wood to Lyria and all the other main cities. Another city sat right on a quarry. Most of the stone that made up Lyria’s palace came from them. Illuna had, at some point in the distant past, been responsible for ferreting out and putting a stop to an assassination attempt on a previous Pharaoh. So not all of what a great house had to provide needed to be physical goods.

Though Alyssa had to question the wisdom of granting a bunch of power to someone and having that power stand for generations. It seemed much more prudent to give them a more transient reward that benefited people at the time who actually performed the service. Then again, Illuna didn’t seem like a terrible place. Perhaps being granted the status had helped them build up to what they were today.

Someone in the room letting out a fearful shout interrupted Catal’s explanation. A beat of silence passed before half the room scrambled to their feet, drawing their weapons.

Alyssa jumped up as well, drawing her spell cards without quite realizing what was happening.

It didn’t take her long to notice the hellhound standing in the doorway. Not just any hellhound, but a miserable-looking hellhound who dripped water across the floor as she stomped over to the table, ignoring the sharp blades pointed in her direction.

Not wanting anyone to accidentally attack, Alyssa ran up to Fela, shooting a glare at the nearest adventurer with a sword out on the way. Her presence seemed to calm down the room. Somewhat. A few people, perhaps those who had been inside earlier when they stopped by on the way to the manor, sheathed their swords and returned to their seats. They didn’t stop staring, but that couldn’t be helped. A few others were clearly more agitated, remaining standing and armed.

Alyssa ignored them, focusing on Fela. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled. Folding her arms across her chest, she dropped down onto a bench and just glared at the tabletop.

“You’re soaking wet.” Her ears were completely drooped to the sides of her head. Her tail was like a water fountain. Even the flames coming from her eyes looked a little soggy.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Was it the children?”

Fela let out a low, guttural growl. “Did your noisy guns hurt your ears?”

“Children?” Catal said, raising an eyebrow.

Alyssa had to fight off the smile on her face. “Fela wound up chased—”

Fela stood again, knocking into the bench with the backs of her knees. The jolt just about sent Alyssa to the ground. “Is it time to go yet?” she growled in that same irritated tone of voice, this time even baring her sharp teeth.

“Should be soon,” Irulon said, undisturbed despite sitting on the same bench. “In fact, if you want to go check on Brakkt, I believe he should be at the stables.”

With a curl of her lip, Fela turned and stalked back the way she had come.

“I think I made her a little mad,” Alyssa whispered to the table, eliciting a light chuckle from Catal. “I better apologize later. Though I do want to know what happ—”

A clatter from the other end of the room had Alyssa turning to find Fela face down against the floor. Groaning, she slowly put her paws under her in order to get back up.

Alyssa was on her feet in an instant, eyes searching for what had happened. She quickly zeroed in on a group of four at the table nearest to Fela’s fallen form, sneering and brandishing weapons. More besides them were watching as well. Some wary. Others looked almost eager. Plenty had their swords out and at the ready, obviously expecting a fight.

Two dozen Spectral Chains lashed out in an instant.

Chains bound every person in the room before they could so much as blink.

Twisting her wrist, most of them lost their balance. The ones that didn’t tried resisting. With their arms pinned to their sides, the most they could manage was a backwards motion to try to pull her off balance.

Alyssa didn’t budge.

Her vision split into facets as the glass of her sunglasses cracked and melted. Molten glass ran down the sides, dripping to the floor.

Ugh, she thought with an annoyed click of her tongue. That was my only other pair.

“Fela. Are you alright?”

The hellhound finished pushing herself up to her feet. She turned slowly, taking in the entire room as she moved. Slowly, her tail started swiping back and forth. Still wet, it sent out sprays of water over everyone nearby.

“She tripped,” Irulon said, stepping up beside Alyssa. “Or rather, she was tripped.” Continuing forward, Irulon gracefully ducked underneath one of the chains and stopped just in front of one of the men closest to Fela. One who had fallen with the flick of Alyssa’s wrist. “Were you trying to instigate something? Perhaps bait the monster into attacking you? Had she actually risen to that bait, you would have put everyone here in danger. So either you have a callous disregard for the lives of your comrades, or you are a fool. Either way, it isn’t only the monster you have to worry about.”

Standing upright, Irulon turned back to Alyssa. “So what shall we do with him? Truss him up outside as a warning? I have several Rigor Mortis spells, if you want.”

“Alyssa,” Lisa said, warning in her tone. “You need to calm down.”

“I’m perfectly calm,” she said softly. Lifting up the hand without twenty chains attached to it, Alyssa removed her sunglasses. Glancing at them, she tossed them off to the side. “I just wanted to make sure the situation couldn’t get any worse before I knew what was happening.” Louder, to Irulon, she shook her head. “That’s all a bit disproportionate. Unless Fela wants…”

Fela was just sitting on the floor, wagging her tail back and forth as she stared at Alyssa.

Smiling, Alyssa just shook her head. The smile didn’t last long, however. “We should leave,” she said, staring at the sunglasses on the table. “I think I did something unintentionally. I doubt it was anything large, but moving on would be safer if they noticed.”


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War And Peace

Oasis


“Fela? Think you can convince them to calm down?”

The monsters in the pit were clearly panicking. A few, like the two with animal ears, ran to take cover inside some of the carved out houses. A whole lot more had emerged, looking more than ready to fight. Some of them looked fairly scary too, like the ones with scythes attached to their arms. Between Brakkt’s skill and sword and her overpowered Spectral Chains, the scythe that would likely remove their souls as easily as a knife through butter, and her regular old pistol, she wasn’t too worried for her personal safety. Though she did activate a Projectile Reflection, just in case one of them decided to do something from down below.

But she didn’t want to fight them if at all possible.

“I can try,” she whispered. “They might not be too happy to find a monster taking the humans’ side.”

“You’re not taking sides. You’re brokering peace. Saving lives.”

“I doubt they’ll see it like that. My family would have…” She trailed off with a shake of her head.

“We won’t let anything happen to you. If worse comes to worst, we’ll just carefully back out of here and leave.”

Brakkt shook his head. “They won’t let us do that so easily. I believe we just stumbled upon something that humans weren’t supposed to see. If they let us get away, this oasis will have to be abandoned for fear that we will tell someone.”

Alyssa could honestly not believe that it hadn’t already been known about. The volcano was very likely the only real landmark in the entire plains. True, the path was a few miles north and most people probably stuck to the path to avoid getting lost, but this wasn’t a new formation. It might have been like this for hundreds if not thousands of years. There had to be some explorers that made their way here over that time.

Unless monsters had killed them all.

Fela, ahead of Alyssa who was just behind Brakkt, started slowly down the path. It was a fairly narrow walkway that hugged the wall as it wound down to the shoreline of the watery basin. They couldn’t walk side by side. That was just how narrow it was. And that narrowness was likely the only reason they had a chance to talk. It worked the opposite way as well, keeping the monsters from approaching in anything but single file.

Their approach had apparently not been expected. The monsters, who looked like they had been preparing to give chase, started backing away, moving into a semicircle around the pathway. One of the insectoids with scythes for arms jumped. Iridescent wings carried it right up to the wall where it started crawling higher, staring down at the humans and Fela. It didn’t go directly overhead, but Alyssa kept an eye on it just in case it was planning on ambushing them.

The scythe insects were by far the most populous of the monsters. There were six of them, including the one climbing on the rock. Or, rather, six of them had come out to fight. There might have been more hidden away. It was, in all honesty, difficult to tell. The two with animal ears had hidden. Using her soul sight, Alyssa found another five had not joined the defense. Two monsters hadn’t come out of the water. They looked like the bunyip with a single long tail from the waist down, but… rather than a fluffy snake, Alyssa was almost certain that they were fish of some sort. Their tails, what little of them that poked above the water, had fins. Mermaids? The tails were really long though, so maybe some kind of eel? Two were goblins. Alyssa recognized them, at least.

Another two monsters didn’t have any sort of animal analogy to their forms. One looked rather like a human wearing some strange armor and wielding a sword even longer than she was. Her armor, obsidian black and twisted with glowing red almost tattoo-like designs, didn’t fully cover her. Rather, the armor looked like it was growing out of the sword, which was made of the same material, and was slowly enveloping the body of the human. With her holding the sword in her right hand, her left hand and left leg were hardly touched by the armor. Her left foot was completely bare, even.

The other was a strange creature. It looked like two people, a little girl standing behind a tall man with a greying beard who, by all appearances, was human. But the two of them only had one soul and it was centered in the little girl. An illusion? Or some kind of construct?

In front of them all, the bunyip had drawn itself up high on its tail, towering over everyone else. Alyssa wasn’t sure if that meant that she was the leader or if she was just the most dangerous and was trying to make herself into a larger target to protect the others.

None of them, Alyssa noted, had scales. While Irulon had probably been exaggerating about Brakkt’s lack of knowledge, Alyssa was wondering why she had left Oz behind. He would have been able to tell what was most dangerous in the room.

“We come in peace,” Fela said like some kind of stereotypical alien. Even though she had watched some movies at the house, Alyssa didn’t think she had paid that much attention. And they hadn’t watched any of those kinds of movies either, so it was probably just coincidence.

The bunyip drew itself up just a little further. The white fur along its tail bristled with the tensing muscles. Its eyes, black sclera with silver irises, emitted an uncanny light in the darkness of the cavern. “Liar,” her voice rumbled, echoing off the relatively smooth cavern walls. “Already, those two prepare to attack.”

Alyssa winced, unable to fault that statement. Brakkt had his sword in hand while she had her pistol and spell cards out. She considered holstering her pistol, but it was a bit late. Not only that, but disarming while that scythe-arm insect thing was trying to get to an ambush point was just stupid.

Fela turned away from the assembly of monsters, meeting Alyssa’s eyes. She gave a half shrug. “Well, I tried.”

“You call that trying?” Alyssa hissed. “Ugh. Fine. Look—” She took a step forward, only to pause and retreat upon noticing the monsters tense. Especially that sword woman. Alyssa wasn’t sure if that sword was enchanted or not, but it was big enough that it would probably cleave right through all three of them in one swing regardless. “We’re honestly not here to hurt anyone. Our caravan is preparing to set up camp for the night. Noticing a bunch of monsters in the distance, we wanted to make sure you all weren’t going to attack us in our sleep.”

A murmur started up, mostly among the insectile monsters, though one of the goblins looked like it was paying vague attention. Alyssa only caught a few words of it. Caravan. Home. Abandon. The context wasn’t hard to put together. Even the bunyip’s face, though still bristled with fury, took on a note of despair. It was just a subtle movement in her shoulders with a relaxing of the muscles in her face.

“Tell me how you found us,” she said, voice low and demanding. Her slightly luminescent eyes bored into Alyssa.

Pressing her lips together, Alyssa stared back. After a moment of thought, she reached up and pulled off her sunglasses. “I see everything.”

It wasn’t really true, but… true enough. And it seemed to calm down the bunyip. Perhaps she thought it was a unique ability. Or… oh no.

“What are you?” the bunyip asked.

Alyssa slid her sunglasses back in place and just about blurted out that she was, in fact, a human in the process. At this point, it was almost a reflex. She managed to stop herself just in time as a better response occurred to her. “A friend. If you’ll let me.” The bunyip frowned, but Alyssa wasn’t done. “We honestly only came down here because we thought you would chase us if we tried to leave. As long as you aren’t harassing caravans through this area—”

“Of course we’re not. How could we expect to remain hidden if reports of monsters committing regular attacks made it back to the humans?”

“Then we have no quarrel with you. We won’t even tell anyone that you’re here.”

“Like I’ll believe that,” she said, drawing herself up to full height once again.

“Can we cut them now?” the sword woman said. Her facial expression hadn’t changed since Alyssa and the others walked down the path. Her cheeks were rosy with a heavy blush and her mouth was agape in a vapid smile. “That looks like such a nice sword. But I’m so much better.”

Brakkt, at Alyssa’s side, tensed his grip on his sword.

Alyssa considered just chaining them all up. It would give them a moment to talk without worrying about being attacked, but it would probably guarantee that there would never be trust between them. Perhaps that wasn’t truly necessary. After all, it wasn’t like she was planning on coming back anytime soon. But, if they thought word of their little sanctuary was going to get out, they would have to leave. If kicking them out could be avoided, Alyssa would have preferred that option.

But if they were going to attack…

“They’re telling the truth, you know.”

Alyssa snapped her head up to the cavern entrance. Kasita sat on the edge of the path, dangling her legs over. She swung them idly, looking down on the ongoings with a faint smile.

“Weren’t you supposed to be watching the entrance?”

“Ufu~ but it’s boring.”

“More humans,” the bunyip said, sounding defeated despite the apparent advantage of numbers.

“Not quite.” Standing, Kasita’s form shifted and changed. It went through several rapid variations. From her more sultry Waterhole form to one inspired by Fela, a long-eared elf, a large beach ball that rolled down the path a short ways. The ball shifted seamlessly back into Kasita’s usual form. She didn’t even stumble coming out of that roll. “I am a mimic, as you can see. That one there is obviously a hellhound. There are three draken sitting at the entrance to this cave as well. They’re a bit too large to fit inside, but I guarantee that if you harm these humans, we’ll all take exception. Even if we didn’t, that one right there—” Kasita pointed right toward Alyssa as she continued to move down the path. “—possesses magic capable of destroying this entire mountain in a single spell. I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes, as has Fela. Perhaps you’ve noticed the crater in the moon? That was her as well.”

“I was trying to get through this without threatening them,” Alyssa whispered as Kasita came up close.

“Some monsters need a show of force in order to be cowed. Just think of how you met Fela.”

“I didn’t threaten her.”

“No, but you turned her enemy into a fine red mist just by pointing in her direction without even saying a word.”

“Eheheh…” Exquisitely sinister chuckling echoed off the smooth walls and water. The sword wielding woman took a step forward. “One more doesn’t matter. I’ll cut and cut and—”

“Wait.” The man with the little girl hiding behind his back took a step closer, holding a hand in front of the sword woman.

“Oh? Ufu~ Hello cousin.”

“Cousin?” Alyssa snapped her head to Kasita. “You know—”

“No. Cousin as in we are both illusory monsters. You are a doppelganger, are you not? I am Kasita.”

The man standing in front of the little girl melted. He didn’t show off fear or worry in his face. Rather, his face completely froze as his entire body disintegrated into a dark oil. In seconds, his entire body was nothing more than a puddle around the feet of the little girl. A puddle that warped up her legs, drawn into her skin as it turned to a dark onyx color.

She walked forward, moving closer to the intruding group. As she walked, Alyssa noted something interesting.

Alyssa had thought that the bunyip was the leader. Propped up on her tail, she was the largest monster in the room. She had taken charge of the conversation, and had been the only one to really speak aside from the sword woman. The insect creatures had murmured a bit, but that wasn’t really conversing. Not with Alyssa and company, at least. But with the doppelganger moving forward, the bunyip lowered herself. She didn’t prostrate herself as if the doppelganger was some kind of royalty. She just lowered herself to a more normal height.

Even that much was an obvious sign of deference.

“Volta,” one of the insects said, reaching a hand out as if to stop the doppelganger from getting closer. But she ignored it entirely.

She stepped right up to Kasita. Unfortunately for the doppelganger, she only came up to Kasita’s chest, so she was stuck craning her neck just to meet Kasita’s face.

Perhaps as a show of good faith, Kasita shrank down. She maintained her form as Alyssa’s sister, but that sister became a very little sister, perfectly equal in height with the diminutive doppelganger. “You’re the leader here?” Kasita said.

“I’ve been here longest. And I’ve kept humans from discovering us on multiple occasions.”

“I understand. I have been in a similar position in the past. Though we didn’t have such a nice sanctuary like this,” Kasita said, eying the chamber. “We were slaves. The less said, the better.”

“We don’t want to have to leave.”

“You shouldn’t need to. This one—” Kasita motioned as if she was going to put a hand on Alyssa’s shoulder, only to pause as she realized that she couldn’t quite reach in her current form. Instead, she grabbed hold of Alyssa’s hand. “Alyssa killed the slavers and rescued all the monsters. She even helped the rest of them escape the humans’ largest city. I stuck around, curious as to her motivations and drive. She’s a lot more normal than I first thought, but fantastical in other ways. But I can attest that she won’t want to disrupt your lives here… And if you try to fight, you will lose. Her magic is on par with that of a dragon.”

“Alyssa?” the doppelganger said, turning to the girl in question. Her eyes had no color to them. Not even the slightest bit. They weren’t black holes in her head—not like the gaunt—there was clearly some fleshy orb in her eye sockets, but they were closer to black marbles than to normal eyes. “You are the Alyssa?”

Feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, Alyssa could only glance askance to Kasita.

“You’ve heard of her?”

“From a few sources. Our sanctuary housed a small group of monsters a month or two ago. An elf in that group mentioned the name.”

“Oh? You met the group I was talking about then. A salamander and a honey bee were with the elf, were they?”

“They stayed for some time,” Volta said with a nod of her head. “I believe here was the first rest that they had taken in quite some time. All seemed weary and wary.”

“They aren’t still here, are they?” Kasita said, a bit of hope tinging her voice.

“The salamander and bee left for the Great Forest after only a few days. The elf stayed around for a few weeks more, but eventually left on her own for the mountains of her people.”

“On her own?” At the doppelganger’s nod, Kasita bit her lip. “I hope she’s alright. It’s quite a distance.”

“She claimed to be an expert in druidic magic. I wouldn’t worry so long as that is true.”

Kasita nodded and even smiled a little. “Well, I’m glad to know that they at least made it this far. In any case, that should hopefully convince you that there is no need to fight. These humans are friends, not enemies.”

Volta sighed, turning from Kasita to look over the other three intruders. “It’s a precarious situation you’ve all put me in.”

“How about this as an apology,” Alyssa said. “We will be traveling back through this area in… a few weeks time?” She had to toss a questioning glance toward Brakkt. It had been a week and a half, but she wasn’t exactly certain how far away they were, whether they had been making good time or not, or even how long they would be at Illuna and then, after, Owlcroft.

In fact, if Tenebrael’s plan worked, she should be able to make portals after distracting the Astral Authority. So getting back to Lyria might not even require them to go this way. But… then again, making a portal so close to Owlcroft was probably not a good idea. For security purposes if nothing else. A bit of travel might be necessary.

Shaking her head, Alyssa focused on Volta. “We don’t have much to spare at the moment, but we will be heading to Illuna. Are there supplies we might be able to acquire there that you would be interested in?”

“You’re heading to Illuna?”

“We’re escorting some girl, which is why we thought it would be prudent to ensure that the large group of monsters on the horizon weren’t going to attack. Or rather, we’re traveling with the people who are escorting her. Our business actually lies in Owlcroft.”

“Owlcroft?”

“You know it?”

“I would warn you away from it if you hadn’t already demonstrated reckless abandon by charging into a den of monsters that you knew was occupied.”

Alyssa fought a frown off her face. “We can handle ourselves.”

“You won’t be able to sit and chat with the creatures around Owlcroft as you are doing here. Not even a mimic will save you from that. All are maddened by the influence of the demons. They have been unusually active as of late.”

Brakkt stirred, moving forward only to freeze as a few of the other monsters started. Carefully, with slow movements, he sheathed his sword. He held out his hands, both now emptied, showing them off to the monsters before letting them drop to his sides. “Active in what ways? Plague incidents?”

“Among other things. More and more demons have been climbing out of the pit. They wander mostly aimlessly, spreading out in all directions. But when a few come across the human city, more and more will take note. It won’t be long before they are overrun.”

“How long? Are we talking days? Weeks? Longer?”

“In the order of weeks. Perhaps even months so long as the activity doesn’t increase further. It is attrition that will overrun them, not a sudden force.”

The tension in Brakkt’s shoulders lessened slightly as he nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

“Roughly a month.”

“Hm.”

“We’ll be there soon,” Alyssa said. “And they’ll have a new enemy to fight.”

“I suppose we would be remiss to stop enemies of the demons,” Volta said, shaking her oily hair back and forth. “Next time, perhaps send in Kasita first to let them explain the situation before getting everyone up in arms.”

“Sorry.”

“Be on your way,” the doppelganger said with a shooing motion of her hands.

“You didn’t want supplies?”

“If you survive Owlcroft, I’ll let you know what you can bring back.”

“But…” Alyssa trailed off as Volta walked back to the monsters.

The bunyip was first to rush forward, putting her hands on Volta’s shoulders as if to check for damage. The insects quickly gathered up around her as well.

“Let’s get out of here,” Alyssa said, noting the sword woman still staring directly at Brakkt. “We’ve disturbed them enough. And we got information out of it.”

“Why would Illuna not have sent word back to Lyria?” Brakkt hummed as they started walking up the path.

“Pride? Perhaps they thought it would be a temporary thing. Or maybe they don’t realize that they’re losing a war of attrition. Assuming Volta is correct, of course. I don’t have much experience in warfare, but I can picture it being a slow and subtle thing. Losing a few soldiers here and there would quickly spiral out of control as losses keep piling up.”

“We should get to Illuna quickly. See if we can’t convince the guild to pick up the pace.”

“We’re almost there. They should be fine alone for the last leg of the journey.”

“I would rather not. Just in case. Having Raugis harmed while I was anywhere near her proximity will reflect… poorly.”

“Then we’ll see about getting a few more miles a day out of their horses.” The harsh sunlight slammed into Alyssa as she exited the cool cavern. “Maybe we could even travel through the night,” she said with a wistful sigh as the heat set in.


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Alyssa’s Notes: Been a while since I had a chance to write, but I haven’t come across too much truly new stuff in my journeys so far. Except the Astral Authority. Iosefael and I discussed them when we met, but it wasn’t a very good discussion. Still, on this trip to Illuna, I managed to find some time to compile a few notes on them. They can be found along with my notes on angels.

And now there are all these new monsters I should probably add to my notebook. Hope I find time soon.

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War And Peace

Plains of the Dead


A week and a half on the road had Alyssa wondering just how upset the Astral Authority would get if she tried to portal directly to Owlcroft. Or at least Illuna.

The terrain varied quite a bit over the journey. From the green plains and forested hilltops to a fairly winding path through some canyons. For the past three days, they had been in a fairly arid and incredibly flat area. There weren’t any tall trees, mountains, hills, or anything to break up the scenery. The only things living around the area were drought-resistant plants, insects, and small creatures. Without much in the way of covering vegetation, the black rocky ground stood out. If she remembered correctly from the one geology class she had taken, the rock was volcanic in nature. Basalt, if she had to put a word to it. Given how flat the entire area was, it had to be a lava flow plain rather than what she typically thought of when the topic of volcanoes popped up.

Brakkt had called the land the Plains of the Dead. Despite the ominous name, there weren’t ghosts or monsters or really much of anything anywhere.

It was dead because the area got such little rainwater and there were no nearby rivers, lakes, or reservoirs. Without water, only hardy lizards and sparse plants could survive.

Alyssa found herself reminiscing of long road trips through the American mid-west on the way to her grandmother’s house. As that particular grandmother had died when she was still fairly young, she couldn’t remember exactly where such a place had been on the route. Only that she remembered staring out windows at terrain that looked exactly like this.

Between this place, the northern desert, and the entire country where the First City had been, Alyssa had to wonder just how much of the planet was even habitable. Then again, she didn’t know how much of Earth was habitable, so perhaps the line of thinking was entirely frivolous.

Except, this trip was a bit different from visits to relatives. Instead of staring out from the windows of a minivan, basking in the cool breeze from the air conditioner, she was seated on Izsha’s saddle, wondering why whatever it was that increased the power of spells like Annihilator, up to the point of destroying hilltops, didn’t also overpower Chill. It probably had something to do with the rank of the spell. All the lower-ranked spells that she had cast did exactly what they said they would do. It was really only when she got to the fifth and sixth ranks that things started to get crazy.

“Hey. Irulon,” Alyssa said. It was the first anyone had spoken since leaving camp earlier in the morning. Even Oz and Raugis seemed drained by the trip through the desolation. Their endless banter had fallen to only a few quips and comments over the past few days. “What would it take to turn Chill into a Rank Six spell? I don’t think this Rank Zero version is even doing anything.”

Musca’s rider didn’t look bothered by the heat in the slightest. Either she had a more effective version of Chill—which Alyssa doubted because she had heard Irulon cast the spell—or she was simply more accustomed to being out under the hot sun.

“Chill is a very simply spell. Technically, it doesn’t actually create cold. Rather, it removes heat from your body faster than should be normal. But that heat has to go somewhere. Namely, into the surrounding environment. That gives the feeling of a chill across your body, but has a significant drawback in that it works far less effectively the hotter it is. So, ironically enough, Chill works best in cold environments where one doesn’t generally want to use it in the first place. As such, a Rank Six version would likely not help that much in a situation like this.”

“Shouldn’t we at least be traveling at nights like we did through the northern desert?”

Irulon opened her mouth, but it was Brakkt, riding only a short distance ahead, who responded first. “The Plains of the Dead are one of the more dangerous locations we’ll pass through on our journey. Maintaining an outpost is nearly impossible, yet brigands tend to ambush weary travelers for loot, people, supplies, or whatever else might be carried through. Such attacks are especially common at night when visibility is limited.”

“That might be true for other people, but we have Night Vision. And are probably better armed than ten caravans combined.”

Brakkt dipped his head, acknowledging the point, but otherwise didn’t offer any reasons for their daylight travel. A bit of sweat rolled down his face with the motion. He didn’t seem like he was handling the heat much better than Alyssa was.

If Alyssa was being perfectly honest, she almost wished someone would try attacking them. First of all, she could use a laugh. Just imagining the faces of a surprised group of bandits who hadn’t realized just what they were ambushing was enough to put a smile on her face. Seeing the actual thing would surely have her at least chuckling.

Secondly, she could use getting off Izsha’s back for a little activity.

The two week walk from Teneville to Lyria hadn’t been that bad. Alyssa liked to walk. It felt good and got her exercise. She had gone at her own pace. Sometimes, she had rushed a bit, but most of the walk was fairly lackadaisical. If she wanted to stop and rest or eat, she did so. Plus there were several villages between the city and Teneville, so plenty of different places to stop.

Izsha was a comfortable ride, all things considered. Better than a horse, that was for certain. Alyssa had swapped with her mother—much to Izsha’s disappointment—for one day before deciding that she absolutely did not want to ride horses everywhere. They were wider than draken—most draken, anyway. Ensou was quite large, forcing Alyssa to sit with her legs completely bowed out.

On Izsha, Alyssa had started riding sidesaddle. The saddles were clearly not designed for it, but she managed. She just needed to switch positions.

If she could, she probably would have jumped off and walked alongside their little party. But they were moving at a pace where Alyssa would have to maintain a fairly brisk jog just to keep up. And that was later in the day when exhaustion had settled in. Both the horses and the draken were significantly more energetic in the mornings after a long rest.

Aside from not being able to keep up without using her one Accelero card, running in the desert just screamed bad idea.

Alyssa closed her eyes and started fanning herself with her deck of cards. If magic wasn’t going to fix her temperature issues, she was going to at least use the cards. How did the draken stand it anyway? It wasn’t like they had sweat glands to help cool themselves down. Then again, Oz had said that they were native to hotter areas when she very first met him. They were probably used to something like this.

With her eyes still closed, Alyssa noticed something. “You said this place was dead because nothing really lives here, right?” she said loud enough for Brakkt to hear. “Are there any exceptions to that?”

“Not that I am aware of. Just the occasional groups of brigands. Maybe a maximum of ten men. But they don’t tend to live here. Rather, they’ll stalk their targets, ambush them, then leave to wherever their hideouts are.”

Ten was too small for this group that Alyssa could see with her soul-sight. Not only that, but she was mostly sure that they weren’t human. Monster souls were just slightly different from human souls in most cases. These were definitely different. “Are there large groups of ants out this way?” They lived in the northern desert. It made sense that they would be able to thrive here. Though this would have been a smaller colony. There were not one million of them off in the distance.

“I’m not sure.”

“My brother knows hardly anything of monsters unless they have scales.”

Alyssa felt like that was a bit disingenuous, but… “Kasita? Fela?”

“Never been around these parts,” the mimic said as she materialized onto Alyssa’s back. Fela just shook her head from side to side while Kasita spoke. “But I might still know. What do you see?”

“Maybe twenty monsters. Can’t answer more than that. The soul-sight doesn’t exactly give me a readout of their races or intentions.” Cupping her hands to her mouth, she called out. “Hey, Oz!”

A red mane of hair flipped over his shoulder as Oz looked back. Alyssa waved a hand, beckoning him. It took a moment of fandangling with the horse’s reins, but he managed to slow down enough to get within easy talking distance. The hoses still didn’t like being too close to the draken, even if they seemed to understand that they weren’t really in any danger. Even Musca hadn’t so much as snapped at them.

“What’s going on with you lovely people?” he said with a smile.

“You know a lot about monsters, right?”

“Do I know a lot about monsters? You’re looking at one of only five people who have memorized the guild’s monster repository.”

“Then you’ll know what kind of monsters live in these parts, right?”

“Hmm? There shouldn’t be any monsters in these parts. Not that there aren’t any that couldn’t live or thrive out here, but this area is close enough to be watched by Illuna’s guard. If anyone noticed any monsters trying to settle in, reports would have made it to the city. They would send out teams to exterminate them. Or hire people like us to do it.”

“They don’t seem to watch brigands,” Alyssa said with a glance toward Brakkt.

“Ah,” Oz said, holding up a finger, “but brigands and highwaymen wouldn’t live here. They might even live in the city, only venturing through these parts when they spot prey they want to attack. It’s much harder to clear them out when they can blend in with the population. It would take survivors to point them out. So they don’t often leave any. An ambushed caravan could have been attacked months ago before anyone would realize it was missing.”

“Alright. So what is a group of twenty monsters doing out here?” Alyssa said, vaguely pointing off to the south. “They don’t look like they’re passing through. Then again, they might just be waiting out the heat of the day like sensible people.”

“You’re not going to let that drop, are you,” Irulon said in a grumbling tone.

Ignoring her, Oz put a hand to his chin, humming. “Twenty is quite a small population for most social monsters. But a bit large for those that are individualistic or pack-based. It could be remnants of a group fleeing after being attacked. It could also be that a portion of their group is away at the moment, whether scouting or hunting or something else entirely. They could even be a caravan of sorts. Despite humanity’s best efforts, some monsters do manage to set up thriving communities. They have to skirt around and remain hidden or risk being discovered, but I wouldn’t put it past these communities to have trade with one another.”

“You’re really not narrowing it down much, are you.”

“Perhaps we should take a look,” he said with a shrug. “They can’t be too dangerous. Not this far north of Pandora. Even outnumbered, we shouldn’t have a difficult time snuffing them out.”

Alyssa immediately put on a scowl. She could feel discontent from both Izsha and Kasita as well. It was a mild thing. A subtle thing. A tightening of muscles under Izsha’s scales and a slightly firmer grip from Kasita. Brakkt and Irulon probably noticed as well if their draken were similar at all in temperament.

“Why don’t we find out what they’re doing before we start collecting ears for paltry pay.” If they were geared up to attack travelers or even the city, that was one thing. But Oz just gave a dozen scenarios where they were not doing that. If they had been fleeing or were just trying to live their lives… “I’ll go. You just stay here and keep your sword sheathed. Your job is to protect the noblewoman anyway, isn’t it?”

“Oh,” Oz sounded distinctly unenthused with her idea. “You’re… Just don’t bring anything dangerous back to stalk us.”

“Don’t worry. I learned my lesson with the fairy. While I agree that we need to make sure we aren’t attacked after setting up camp tonight, that’s no reason to just go stab them all if they’re minding their own business.”

Oz looked at her for a moment before slowly shaking his head. “You’ve gotten lucky in the past,” he said, eyes flicking to Fela momentarily. “I’m just worried that your luck will run out and drag us all down with it.”

“I can handle myself.”

“And I will be going with her,” Brakkt said. “As will—”

“Pass.” Irulon dismissively waved a hand for a moment before having to lunge to grab a book that almost fell from her makeshift desk. She barely caught it by the edge of the cover, leaning far off Musca’s saddle. “I have better things to do,” she said as if she wasn’t about to fall off. With only a little effort, she managed to right herself. “If they start attacking, do let me know.”

Brakkt nodded slowly before turning to glance back at Fela. The hellhound, much like the draken and Irulon, didn’t seem visibly perturbed by the heat. But then, Alyssa wasn’t sure what to expect from a monster only half covered in fur but with literal fire flowing from the corners of her eyes.

“I’ll go if you want,” she said, grinning wide enough to show off a few teeth. “I like meeting new people when they aren’t trying to kill me.” Pausing, Fela tilted her head slightly. “And if they do try to kill me…”

“Hopefully it won’t come to that. We’ll be back soon. I’ll send a Message if something bad happens.”

As Oz headed back to the others, alerting them to the possibility of trouble, Alyssa, Brakkt, and Fela—riding on Izsha, Ensou, and Dasca respectively—broke away from the rest of the group. The group of monsters she had spotted were at least a mile away. Possibly more like three or four. Draken, going at a moderate speed so as to not wear themselves down, traveled at about thirty miles an hour. That was a completely rough estimate. It wasn’t like they had speedometers attached to their heads. She could be off either direction.

The ride was nice, at least. With Izsha moving faster, it almost felt like a cool breeze across Alyssa’s skin.

In the end, it took about fifteen minutes to reach the rough edges of where she spotted the monsters. It was still well within the Plains of the Dead. But it wasn’t quite as flat around here. A lone mountain jutted up from plains. Not a high mountain. Just a little nub on the terrain. It even had some vegetation growing on it. Nothing significant. It wasn’t like they were growing crops or anything. But there was slightly more green here than anywhere else. Even with as little moisture as this place got, the ground was probably most fertile here.

It was almost certainly the dormant or extinct volcano that had created these plains in the first place.

And the monsters were inside.

Lava tubes? Perhaps just regular caves.

“They’re inside the mountain and partially underground. I don’t see any lookouts. No souls near the surface, that is.”

Fela, tilting her head upward, sniffed the air a few times. “I think I smell them,” she said. “Don’t know what they are, but I smell them.”

“Think you can find an entrance?”

Standing, Fela vaulted off Dasca’s back, landing on the rocky terrain on all fours. Without even getting back on two feet, she started prowling around, smelling the air all the while. Izsha, Alyssa couldn’t help but notice, also started making a bit more noise as it breathed. It wasn’t long before both of them took off at once, running around the nub of a mountain. Brakkt, Ensou, and Dasca all followed just a few lengths behind.

Despite having caught the scent just a few seconds sooner, Fela quickly fell behind Izsha as the draken sprinted forward. The side of the mountain quickly approached, looking a fair bit larger up close than it had from the outskirts. Eventually, Izsha slowed to a stop with Fela stopping to the side.

Some of the desert shrubs had clearly been moved. From far away, it probably wouldn’t have been notable. Here, standing right in front of an entrance to the mountain, it was obvious.

“A bit of a tight squeeze for the draken,” Alyssa noted aloud as she slid down from Izsha’s back. Izsha might have been able to fit inside. Ensou definitely couldn’t.

“The draken will wait outside. Find someplace you can lie low while still watching the entrance. If anything comes in behind us…” Brakkt trailed off, frowning.

“I’ll stay as well,” Kasita said, not sounding too happy, but still smiling. “Then I can warn you all if something happens out here.” Just like that, she had deduced the problem and provided a solution. If Irulon had come, she could have sat outside with her books.

But honestly, Alyssa was perfectly happy with Kasita watching their backs. “Thank you,” she said.

“Ufu~”

“Fela, Alyssa, and I will head inside then. Try to avoid large scale destructive spells. We don’t need the mountain coming down on us.”

Alyssa started to glare at him for thinking she would be so foolish, only to stop when she noticed the corners of his lips. He had on a faint smile. “Alright. Enough teasing. Let’s go see what we’re dealing with.”

“Keep an eye open for traps,” he said, voice serious without a hint of that smile. “Night vision would be prudent here.”

“Already on it,” Alyssa said, drawing a pistol and her spell cards.

The dark of the cave wasn’t dark at all under the effects of magic. A quick scan of the area showed nothing dangerous. Nothing immediately, at least. No tripwires or spots that looked like they might have been pressure plates. That probably meant that the monsters weren’t elves.

Brakkt, sword drawn, moved alongside Alyssa. Fela was right behind them, smelling the air as they went.

It was a good thing that she could fit inside. The cave split off into three directions almost immediately. Fela pointed down the centermost entrance, a wider passage that led down a gentle slope. There were faint lights set inside the stone walls. Just little tiny blue lights. It didn’t look like potions or candles. Some kind of bioluminescent fungus? Although there was a slight stagnant smell to the air, the temperature was most welcome.

It was cool. Almost cold. Much like the air of a basement except more… natural.

Alyssa basked in it.

Fela led them past another three forks in the road. The entire time, Alyssa could tell that they were getting closer. In fact, if they had broken through the walls at various points, she was sure that some of the monsters would have been on the other side.

But they didn’t. They kept going until the tunnel opened wide into a large cavern.

Large might have been an understatement. The ceiling was a good two stories overhead. More glowing mossy fungus clung to it, making it look almost like a particularly dazzling night sky. The path from the tunnel led down into a large circular basin. Water filled much of the center, but around it, the walls of rock that made up the cavern sides had doors and even windows in them. Some were set higher up with little ladders to reach them, others were right down at the water level. Brighter blue light shined out of the openings, though there didn’t seem to be any glass in the windows.

There were definitely monsters down there. A variety of kinds. Two had animal ears and paws, much like Fela, though they lacked the flames from the eyes that would have identified them as hellhounds. One, fetching a bucket of water from the lake, looked to be mostly covered in a green chitin. A long blade extended out like scythes from each wrist. One had bright white fur covering a long tail, much like that of a snake. It clicked in Alyssa’s mind just what that last one was. Tzheitza had mentioned a furred snake-human monster that went by the name of bunyip. It glided through the water on its back, swimming in total relaxation.

At least, it had been relaxed. On its back, it was staring upward.

Although Alyssa, Brakkt, and Fela were all only partially out of the tunnel, taking cover to avoid being noticed, it clearly saw them.

And immediately let out a cry of alarm.


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War And Peace

On The Open Road


“I can’t believe this is happening again.”

“Well,” Oz said with a bright smile. “think of it this way. At least you aren’t rushing off into the desert with little preparation to rescue someone you got mind controlled before they could be eaten only to discover an enemy encampment protected by monsters that only you can see.”

“That seems like an oddly specific occurrence,” Raugis, the first daughter of House Illuna, said. A hand covered her gentle smile. “The lives of mercenaries must be filled with such thrills.”

“Yeah. That’s one way of putting it,” Lumen grumbled.

Alyssa, once again, found herself in the company of Oz, Lumen, and Catal while they were on a quest from the guild. This time, it was more than just her and Irulon accompanying them. On the guild side of things, her mother had decided to join against Alyssa’s recommendation. Though, honestly, Alyssa wasn’t sure why she bothered protesting. Being out in the wilderness was probably safer than being in the city at times. Especially times with demons and fake-angels and all kinds of nonsense going on.

It wasn’t actually safer. People didn’t typically hire guards when they walked around the city unless they were carrying something valuable. Incidents happened, true. Even with demons and saboteurs running around, the total amount of deaths per month probably wasn’t that different from a modern Earth city of equivalent size. If only because of vehicular deaths. Outside the city, on the other hand, people only rarely traversed alone. Even the relatively safe trip to Teneville got people like Aziz to hire guards.

But, with Alyssa also headed outside the city, she really didn’t have much room to try to get her mother to stay in one spot.

Raugis was the name of the girl being escorted. A nobleman’s daughter, maybe a year or two younger than Alyssa. Roughly Irulon’s age. Although she didn’t act like it. From their admittedly short interactions so far, Alyssa got the feeling that Raugis was a fairly sheltered young woman. So far, she had spent the entire six hours of the day’s journey leaning out the window of her fancy carriage, talking with Oz. Accompanying her were a few members of her house’s staff. A coachman, who kept making nervous glances toward the draken despite the surprising calm of his horses, and some kind of butler-like servant. The latter was a fairly old man who, upon meeting up with everyone outside the city, had barely glanced at the draken.

Alyssa had to wonder what kind of stories he could tell that had him shrugging off a dinosaur walking alongside the carriage in definite biting distance of Raugis’ head.

For the draken, Izsha was around of course, as was Musca. Much to Pesca’s chagrin, Lisa had decided to take a guild-provided horse instead. Ensou and Dasca were around as well, ridden by Brakkt and Fela respectively. Dasca seemed just as excited as Musca and Izsha had been on their trip to the desert, even though the latter two seemed a bit more subdued than normal. Izsha might just be getting used to running around on the regular.

Musca, on the other hand, had been told in no uncertain words that running wild wouldn’t be tolerated for the time being.

Irulon rode atop the tiger-striped draken, somehow having modified the saddle to work as a writing desk. A fairly small desk, but large enough to hold a tome and a stack of papers. The papers had to be weighed down with a fairly big stone to keep from flying off. Apparently, all the running around in the past little while was slowing down Irulon’s studies. Although she wanted to see what magic Alyssa was going to conjure over Owlcroft, she also wanted to get some work done.

Brakkt, Fela, and Trik of the plague containment team made up the last of the party. It was, apparently, not far off from a quarterly inspection of the Owlcroft defenses. With Alyssa and Irulon headed out there anyway, they had come a few weeks early.

As it turned out, Illuna was right on the way to Owlcroft.

Hence the slightly crowded caravan.

“I, for one, am quite happy with the situation,” Oz said with a wide grin. “The chance we were going to be attacked was pretty low to begin with, considering the situation as a whole. We are quite intimidating,” he said with a wave toward himself, Lumen, and Catal, “and should have easily scared off most ruffians. But with some extra free support? Who in their right mind would attack the Black Prince, a squad of draken, two Rank Six arcanists, and a hellhound? Really, I’m more worried for your daddy back in Lyria.”

“You think someone will attack Father?” Raugis said, obvious worry in her voice.

Oz’s smile froze stiff for just a moment. “N-No. Of course not. He has his guards and knows how to take care of himself. But, as safe as he surely is, we are that much safer.”

Alyssa wasn’t so sure. She had a bad habit of attracting unwanted attention. Not only was it unwanted, but it also tended toward larger, more dangerous threats. Like rogue angels or true demons. Then again, the trip to Teneville had turned out rather well, all things considered. Maybe nothing would happen.

She didn’t voice her concerns. Unlike Oz, she didn’t want to jinx it.

“So convincing,” Lumen muttered. Alyssa heard clearly, but Raugis didn’t react. “Why don’t you tell her about that time in Briarbank? You know, when you–”

“Briarbank, huh?” Oz said, just a bit too loud. “I can’t remember anything of interest that happened in Briarbank. Quite the boring job, as a matter of fact.”

“Really?” Lumen’s emerald green eyes glinted in the light as she turned a narrowed gaze in his direction. “Because I’m pretty sure I remember you—”

“Nonsense! You must be getting confused with Briar Bones, the brigand scourge of Flint. Fifteen men went to fight that day. Only four of us returned. And we never found Bones’ stash of treasure. They say the hoards of loot old Bones stole are still out there. And that there exists a map! But who has it? No one knows. Could be one of Bones’ old comrades who managed to flee their hideout before we arrived. Could be it is buried, lost forever. Or…” Oz paused, dramatically looking around the slow-moving caravan. “Could it be that one of those sent to fight him managed to get their hands on the map? They might be waiting for just the right moment to go claim the treasure!”

“Shame you don’t have it,” Lumen said with a smile. “You might actually be able to woo wealthy ladies if they knew you weren’t after their money.”

Oz sputtered a bit. At the same time, Raugis put a hand in front of her mouth and giggled. It was a polite, dainty giggle. But there was something in her eyes that Alyssa just didn’t like. As if she were acting the whole thing out. Like she had a mask on made from her own skin.

Or… that could just be paranoia talking.

Nothing was going to happen. As grandiose as his stories were, he was correct in that nobody in their right mind would attack their group. From inside or from out.

Though, Alyssa had encountered plenty of people who were not in their right mind.

That said, she didn’t actually think that Raugis was going to turn out to be an enemy, no matter how fake her giggling actually was. If anything, her giggling was fake because she had heard plenty of boasting from men trying to get into her good graces. Alyssa knew that she would have been sick of it all. Especially if they were just after status or, as Lumen had suggested, wealth.

Of course, Alyssa doubted that Oz was actually trying to impress Raugis that much. On the road like this, there actually wasn’t all that much to do. It wasn’t like modern car trips where everyone had a phone, headphones, and movies to watch or music to listen to. Unless they wanted to sit around and travel in perfect silence, they passed the time with stories and song. Maybe they would be interested in playing I Spy. Though there really wasn’t much around at the moment aside from trees, the distant mountains, and empty land.

Shaking her head, Alyssa looked off into the distance. It would be two weeks before they reached Illuna. Assuming they kept up good time. She had her phone. Irulon had her books. But everyone else? And that wouldn’t even be the end of the journey for half the group. From Illuna, Owlcroft was another week out—by horse, if they ditched the horses, the draken might be able to make much better time. Being one of the closest towns to the demonic pit, Illuna apparently had some good defenses. Well trained soldiers and arcanists to fend off any approaching demons. With them being in such a position, it was no wonder that they supported the Pharaoh’s acceptance of Fela. They probably wanted a hellhound of their own.

Alyssa honestly didn’t know where hellhounds naturally lived. She knew that Fela’s whole community had been wiped out, but not the exact location of where that community had been. It was a bit odd to think about it. Fela had to have come from somewhere north of the Fortress of Pandora. Maybe even from within the Juno Federation. The draken lived somewhere north of Pandora as well. Elves lived somewhere in the mountains on the southern coast. Ants lived in the desert. Bees could probably be found somewhere around.

With all the monsters north of Pandora, she had to wonder just what the fortress was protecting. Were they monsters even more terrifying than shadow assassins and gaunts? Was it just an attempt to keep more monsters from coming up from the south? Based on the map she snapped a picture of, there was quite the coast on either side of the fortress. Could monsters not build a boat and attack from the opposite side? Elves surely could build at the very least, were there no elvish communities south of the fortress?

Alyssa had been in this world for a few months now. She had learned a lot. At the same time, it sometimes felt like she knew so little.

Irulon was reading. Not really wanting to disturb her, Alyssa directed Izsha to drop back and fall in line next to Brakkt. For this journey, he had a lighter version of his armor on. A pack horse held his normal gear. For whatever reason, he had elected against bringing more draken. A quartet of horses carried gear, food, and other supplies for the Owlcroft group. Oz’s group had his own pack mules. Raugis’ carriage had a supply of food for her and her two servants.

“How far is Pandora from Illuna?”

“At our current pace? We could make it there in five months.”

Alyssa winced. Five months? That was longer than she had even been in this world.

“Pushing the draken and leaving horses behind might drop that time down to three, but I’d rather not strain them so much for such a long period of time. In addition, the closer we get, the more hostile people will be to the topic of monsters.”

“No. No. I wasn’t suggesting we go there or anything.” Not now, anyway. If the Astral Authority got suitably distracted with Tenebrael’s plan, she would definitely try to create a portal there. Five months was an insane amount of time to spend doing nothing but traveling on the roads. Sure, there would probably be villages and maybe even the occasional city that could offer distraction along the way, but… “Irulon,” Alyssa called out a little louder. She hadn’t wanted to distract the princess, but… “Did you say something about a Time spell that creates some kind of tunnel of warped time to speed up travel?”

Putting a finger between the pages of her book, she looked back. “I may have mentioned something along those lines.”

“Wouldn’t something like that help us get to Illuna faster?” The Pharaoh had not let Alyssa take a look at his spells. Aside from the Accelero card. Otherwise, she would definitely have tried to do so.

“I believe I also mentioned that such tunnels have been known to collapse upon the tunnel’s occupants in a fairly gruesome manner. While I have no doubt that your magical prowess would be capable of maintaining the spell, I also have no desire to help you test your very first one. My father practiced for years without ever actually entering the tunnel before he felt confident enough to use it to traverse even relatively short distances. You might be able to keep one stable faster, but… probably not in an afternoon.”

“You don’t happen to have one, or be able to draw one, would you?”

“The latter. Not while traveling, however. As smooth as Musca makes the ride, it isn’t smooth enough for delicate drawing. Perhaps when we rest for the night.” With a shrug of her shoulders, Irulon looked back down to the place she had held in her book.

“Why did you ask?” Brakkt said, violet eyes looking over to Alyssa. “About Pandora, I mean. Not the Time spell.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve heard about it, but started thinking that I would like to see it for myself. To help me better understand the exact situation between humans and monsters in this world.” And perhaps see if anything could be done about it. If the humans and monsters could be made to see eye to eye on at least some matters, the world would probably be in a much better place for dealing with Jason’s grand plan to modernize everything. And it would let the humans around here focus on the Juno Federation. She wasn’t sure that opening a dialog with them would work given her interactions with Bercilak and Morgan, but, at the very least, Lyria would be able to spare more soldiers for a proper defensive army.

“It is not the kind of place any should see if possible to avoid,” Brakkt said with a small shake of his head. “In addition, bringing the draken, Fela, or even Kasita would likely end poorly. On the few occasions when I’ve had to visit, I’ve always taken horses.”

A featherlight weight settled in against Alyssa’s back. Kasita had finally popped out of wherever she had been hiding.

“I’ve never been, myself. But I’ve heard stories. Hearing about how Pandora guards always keep monster detection spells active is the main reason I used to be so paranoid about the guards of Lyria,” Kasita said. Her voice started solemn, but gained a note of humor with every word. “Ufu~ I now know just how lazy the city guard is. Unless something is going on, I could sit right in the middle of the central garrison and nobody would notice.”

“Indeed,” Brakkt said, tight smile on his face. “I’ll have to talk with them about raising their vigilance.”

Even though she couldn’t see Kasita with the mimic up against her back, Alyssa could practically feel the pout. After a moment, a finger started poking into Alyssa’s cheek. “Hey, we’re not really going there, are we?”

“Not now, at least. But if or when I go, you can stay with Tzheitza. I’m sure she won’t mind. I think you’ve grown on her.”

“Hmph. She just likes not having to interact with customers. She would tolerate a gaunt if it could sell potions well enough.”

“That sounds accurate. Though, to be honest, I’m really quite surprised with how far Tzheitza has come. When you very first started hanging around the potion shop, she tried to stab you several times. That was back before you started appearing like you are now,” Alyssa said, catching a glimpse of Kasita’s sisterly form out of the corner of her eye. “So it was probably a bit more obvious that you were inhuman then.”

“All the men at the Waterhole seemed to appreciate my appearance. And more than a few female customers as well.”

“They were probably just too horny to notice how disproportionate your… proportions were.”

“I didn’t say that wasn’t true. I just said they appreciated it.” Kasita nestled her chin right on Alyssa’s shoulder. “Have I mentioned how glad I am to not be there anymore? To not have to worry about who might disappear next or what unfortunate would be arriving on the next slave caravan?”

“Just think. The entirety of Waters Street is shut down.”

“There are probably other monsters forced to work in brothels.”

“Perhaps. But that is something that is very likely to always be the case. We can only deal with what we can see. Everything else, we just have to hope that someone out there will end up helping out, doing what we did to Waters Street.”

Even with Tenebrael’s power, Alyssa didn’t feel like she would be able to solve every problem on the planet. In fact, so far, she hadn’t been able to do anything that would harm another mortal. Just the Astral Authority. Perhaps that was the actual limitation explaining why she would sometimes fail to cast anything. Like a portal to Tenebrael. If Tenebrael was hiding on the moon, opening a portal would probably create a sudden vacuum, directly harming anyone nearby.

Alyssa glanced up. The moon was its usual plain grey save for a tiny pockmark of black just off-center.

Shaking her head, she glanced back down. Even if she could, she wasn’t about to try it. Not until Jason and Guillem got started on space suits. Besides the possibility of venting the atmosphere, she couldn’t use Tenebrael’s power until Owlcroft for fear of attracting the Astral Authority.

“Looks like someone is on the road to Lyria,” Lisa said, slowing just enough to get close enough without having to shout. “Just thought you should have a heads up.”

Alyssa took a moment to realize what her mother was talking about. It hit her just as Brakkt started talking.

“We carry the royal banner,” he said, waving to the pack horse with a black and gold tapestry propped up on a small stand. “Any guards we meet shouldn’t attack. If they do… leave it to me,” he said after a glance from Fela to Irulon and Alyssa. “Hopefully the draken won’t startle them too much.”

“Will we be staying in towns during the nights?” Alyssa asked.

“House Illuna and the escorts will likely be staying in towns, but I imagine we should break away a short distance beforehand. Bringing the draken and Fela into the villages will only trouble them.”

Alyssa frowned, looking toward her mother. With her on a horse, she would join with the guild. She was a grown woman, capable of taking care of herself. And she would have Oz, Lumen, and Catal watching out for her. Trik too, in all likelihood. Still, Alyssa couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at the thought of leaving her mother alone.

She really should have asked Tenebrael for one more phone during her brief visit. Jason and Chris both had theirs back in their possessions.

“Everything will be fine,” Irulon said without looking up from her books. “The draken and Fela will be able to smell trouble from afar. I’ll be keeping an eye out as well.”

Right. Not only did her mother have allies, but Alyssa had her own.

Princess Irulon was right.

Everything would be just fine.


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