Vandrad was not used to such acts of empathy and caring, especially from himself. He’d shown several instances of it in recent months but had only been saved for Mercury, in their most private and intimate moments away from prying eyes. Going out of his way to hug Serilda was a step that even he recognized and yet that didn’t give him pause. Mythal was his adopted brother and that made her, by extension, his future adopted sister. Her pain and fear was as strong as a beacon over the sea, unable to be ignored and seen for miles. He had never seen the woman so shaken but he could feel it, practically infecting his own sense of self. What right did he have to ignore her when he could go out of his way and show her that he understood? Words could have been enough but he didn’t even have the right ones. So rather than stumble over some kind of monologue, he opted for the easiest path… and it seemed to have the effect he meant. She hugged him back tightly and thanked him, her ravaged emotions seeming to calm by a bit. But he couldn’t hold it for long -- it felt too strange. He retreated but the impact remained, which he assumed was a good thing. After a remark to Gren to keep his mouth shut, he led them back to the main room to meet up with Mythal.
Gren quickly explained that Vandrad had ultimately uncovered the truth of Zifu’s royal title, referencing Simon's journey through the poor nation. Despite not being named, Mercury was quick to pick up on exactly who it could have been, which was to be expected -- not like he had any other uncles on his mother’s side. He nodded to her. "Mercury has already witnessed how… aggressive he is in utilizing his charm,” he explained briefly. At least he’d managed to keep his obsessive family away from the Silver Wolf mage for the most part. He attempted to shut down any attempt to give him further nicknames, even as he delivered the water to the Darkness Slayer. Mythal himself made a quip at his expense, which Mercury leapfrogged onto by calling him yet another one of her favorites: Princy-Poo. Vandrad released a noise that was a perfect mixture of a growl and a groan as he glared at Mercury, whose response was to take up her practically reserved position of leaning on his shoulder like some kind of lounge model.
Apparently any kind of serious conversation was going to be saved until the members of the Order returned. Instead, Mercury decided to draw attention to Gren… or rather, more specifically, Gren’s beard. She inquired as to when he was going to grow such elegant facial hair, unabashedly giving him grief while also flirting with Gren. "Tsk, I’ll have you know that I am perfectly capable of growing a beard. I just choose not to -- I shave every day to ensure that my face remains clean,” Vandrad explained irritably, crossing his arms over his chest.
The former Knight chuckled and reached up to stroke his beard. “Truthfully, I used’ta shave all the time too. But afta bein’ dead for so long, I said screw it and just let it grow. I just make sure it doesn’t get anymore ‘mountain man’ than it already is. I’m glad you like it,” Gren thanked Mercury and, surprisingly, did not flirt back with her at all over her comment. Indeed, he simply seemed bemused at the focus put on him in comparison to his son. “Couldn’t hurt to have a little facial hair, Vandrad. I find it makes one look more… distinguished.”
"I tried keeping a mustache for a short time when I was in my twenties for the sake of trying. That satiated my interest enough for the rest of my life,” Vandrad shot down the suggestion.
Serilda was commenting on the water and the whole of the base being rather generic when the man made of light suddenly appeared again, this time simply materializing without all the pomp and circumstance. He simply started talking and drew the attention of the entire room to himself, looking quite smug to have gotten the jump on everyone. Vandrad glanced at the Seal and narrowed his eyes as he took him in. Now that he wasn’t on edge and pinning the Lightbringer to the wall, he could actually consider him fully. He was an odd looking spirit, that much was for sure. The-mask like flesh on his face was curious and even the prince had to admit that he was intrigued to the origin. He and Mythal talked, seemingly burying their feud for the moment in exchange for neutral conversation. The Darkness Slayer figured that Lux would have gone away once more but the Seal insisted that it was in his best interest to be out and at the ready. After all, it was his life on the line too if anything happened to Mythal. And he certainly didn’t seem the least bit interested in fusing together with Faera.
Mythal thanked the Lightbringer for alerting them of the approaching danger and the spirit, in turn, apologized that he wasn’t able to both keep the infection at bay and for waiting almost too long to let them know. Even Vandrad could sense that this was a strange conversation between the two; all that built up hostility that had been hinted at seemed to be missing. But frankly, it made sense considering the situation. Everyone was on edge, feeling anxious and worried and causing spats between a host and his spiritual symbiote wouldn’t make anything better. Yet if Lux hadn’t returned to his hiding place, where had he been? He was quick to answer that he’d never heard of the Order of Souls and, as such, his curiosity was quite piqued. He decided to go and look around their base personally, remarking that he couldn’t rely on technology like Mercury. For some strange reason he addressed her as ‘fourth wheel’, flashing a knowing grin. The Silver Wolf replied in kind, inquiring innocently if he meant her. That was strange -- the entire exchange was odd and Vandrad’s eyes remained narrowed and suspicious. What the hell was he alluding to? Why was Mercury some kind of ‘fourth wheel’?
Whatever that moment was -- and Vandrad would linger on it mentally for quite some time -- Lux moved on, stating that he had gone wandering through the lower levels and found mostly storage. He theorized that this was some kind of temporary base used for agents to come and record findings, or at least that’s what Vandrad assumed he meant. Lux’s lexicon was about as strange as his very existence. Before he could get much further into his theory, the Lusty Titans members returned, with Monica remarking about Lux’s being there. Ruzatz, now quite intrigued, walked up to the Lightbringer and analyzed him. He concluded that it didn’t quite live up to what he had expected, the Prime Sin remarking that he seemed less impressive than the hype gave him credit for. The Seal took offense to this and opened his mouth to retort but found nothing. After several attempts to find something to comment on, he gave up, stating that Ruzatz was too attractive to properly prod. He also stated that they were half-brothers in a sense.
Now that was interesting. They’d already learned today that the Seals were Nephilim, meaning they were equal parts celestial and demonic. By stating that they shared some kind of relation, it meant that Ruzatz had to be one half or the other. So the guildmaster was hiding things about himself as well… It seemed they had joined quite the mixed bag of people. After what was almost a playful exchange, Lux continued his explanation by saying that while others were busy, he had been doing work. Even more interesting was the fact that he seemed to correctly state all the actions of everyone involved. Vandrad probably should have been surprised to hear that some kind of coitus had occurred but considering how the three Lusty Titans members were with one another and everyone else, he seemed unfazed by the news. If anything, he kind of just sneered in derision -- a tense situation like this and those three went and had sex? Somehow, at the thought, his eyes trailed over to Agatha and for the briefest of moments, his imagination tried to spark a devious and severely unwanted image. He shook it away and burned it, refusing to let it put down any roots.
Whatever the case, Lux had discovered some things that had sparked some questions of his own for the Order. "Questions can wait until later. We need to let them focus on finding a counterspell to help with Mythal.”
Lux cocked his head over to Vandrad, as if he was seeing him for the first time. “Listen, Arnold Liftsalot, maybe you missed the memo. I’m the Seal of Light -- I’m a big deal. And I am far more invested in Mythal’s livelihood than you are. So how about you continue to stand there and brood while the adults talk? If I remember correctly, there’s a height requirement for this conversation.”
Vandrad raised a single brow and smirked, an amused look passing over his face. "Sounds like someone is still upset that I manhandled them like they were nothing. What’s the matter -- the big, scary key to Armageddon get his ego bruised?”
Lux’s eyes widened in anger and he stomped over to Vandrad, thrusting a finger up into the prince’s face. “Alright mortal, consider yourself added to the list. Once I -- ack!” In one swift and simple motion, Vandrad had grabbed the Seal’s arm and spun around him, twisting the limb up and behind his back. The prince kicked Lux’s leg out from under him and brought him to a single knee, while wrenching the held arm up at a very painful angle.
Vandrad twisted the arm a bit more, earning a pained yelp from Lux. "People have been surprised that I was able to grab you -- a seemingly impossible task it seems. For the briefest of times, I figured it had something to do with how strong you are. But that isn’t it, is it? No, I think I know your secret…” The prince said with a truly malicious grin, even as he continued to twist the arm. "Maybe a broken arm will humble you and teach you some proper manners.”
And the prince considered following through with his threat. But another voice cut in. “Prince Vandrad, if I may ask you to please release Lux?” Chishan, Zifu and Wanda were there standing in the doorway, having returned from their search. “The situation is stressful enough as it is -- I’d rather not have anyone squaring off with one another.”
Vandrad glanced up at Chishan for a moment before he settled his gaze back on Lux. Then with a disgusted scoff, he released the Lightbringer’s arm. Folding his arms once more over his chest, he watched as the Seal rolled his shoulder and winced. "Next time I won’t be so gentle,” he informed Lux coldly, earning a glare in his direction but no verbal retort.
Instead, the Seal got back to his feet and walked towards Chishan. “So you’re Lux, the Seal of Light.”
“And you’re tall, brawny and mysterious,” Lux retorted, looking over the Master before flicking his eyes Zifu. “Mrs. Tall, Brawny and Mysterious. And…” Lux’s attention stopped on Wanda, his brow furrowing. “Who are you…?”
Wanda opened her mouth to answer but Chishan gave her a small wave, asking her not to answer him. “So long as you’re here to offer assistance with what is happening to Mythal, we have no quarrel with you. I imagine you’d rather not have Faera as a bunkmate.”
“You bet your ass I don’t. So you better have come up with something,” the Lightbringer stated simply.
“We have something. But it’s risky… risky in a way that I don’t like,” Chishan said, his voice lowering near the end of his sentence. His gaze seemed to peel away as well, concern written over his face.
"Any tactic is better than standing around waiting for the worst,” Vandrad said. "So let’s hear it.”
Chishan glanced back at Zifu, who gave him a reassuring nod, before he turned and faced the group. “As we suspected, Faera is invoking a spell to merge her soul with Mythal’s. Essentially it is weakening his body and spirit and soon enough it will start to drain his memory until there’s almost nothing left. Then she will absorb it and gain access to his magic, his abilities and, by extension, you,” Chishan said, nodding to Lux. “The first problem we’re facing is simple to diagnose but not easy to correct. She is using the power that Mythal stole from her as an access point into him, recreating the connection that she had with it back almost twenty years ago. Through that portal, she is using her own magic to complete the ritual from inside him. It’s… almost like a telepathic link but arguably more potent. So what we know is that we have to cut off that connection… that means we need to purge Mythal of that magic he stole from Faera all those years ago.”
“Purge… you want to make him magicless?” Gren asked, openly concerned.
Zifu shook her head. “Not at all. We would just be removing his God Slaying abilities from him, cutting him off from the infected magic. Based on our readings, he would still have access to the other magic he has managed to assimilate, as it is wholly based on a different darkness.”
“But you will be substantially weakened. There’s also the fact that your body has grown accustomed to a certain level of magic and has grown with your abilities. Suddenly removing that will cause physical malfunctions in ways that we… can’t properly guesstimate. It could be as simple as you have flu-like symptoms for some weeks before your body adjusts or it could completely incapacitate you, removing your abilities to ever walk again. There’s also the chance that it could just kill you -- with your genetics being half celestial, your bodily makeup is going to react to this kind of operation more drastically than a regular human’s would. But there is a way around this -- one that won’t endanger you after the fact. Truthfully, it may even make you stronger.”
Zifu waved her hand in front of her and brought forth a… large, glowing tear, by the look of it. It was carved out of some kind of gem and carved intricately to look like a droplet. It emanated with a strange power, multitudes of colors swirling within the container. “This is the Nocturn’s Embrace lacrima, one of our rarest relics. It has been with our order for generations, a magical construct with a tragic history. We’ve held onto it because it is a true symbol of our goal -- protecting the innocent from the strong and savage monsters of the world. It has the capability to make one the ultimate hunter of the supernatural. Before now, no one has contained the strength to carry it and so it has stayed in our vaults.”
“But with your magical power level, Mythal… you could wield it. Adding into the fact that it, too, contains the essence of darkness, making the merging of it within your body a much simpler and safer task. The only downside is that, legend has it, it will bestow upon the user great power to slay the wicked creatures of the world for all time. If our research is to be believed, it’ll make you immortal. From the moment it connects to your body and is accepted, you’ll stop aging completely.”
“Some might consider that a blessing but it comes with the heavy burden of possibly outliving your loved ones. But mind you, it doesn’t make you invulnerable; you can still be killed. You’ll just never die of old age.” Zifu followed up as she continued to hold the lacrima just above her open palm.
Chishan scratched the back of his head carefully. “Counting that you agree to that, unfortunately matters only get more complicated from there. To safely install this lacrima, there are requirements. We have to be in one of the darkest places in all of Earthland which, luckily, we have a spot in the Cursed Lands -- the Silent Cemetery. But we also can’t have any of our defensive sigils up or it could affect the bonding of the lacrima. Which means--”
“Which means that Faera’s ritual will go back to its normal speed…” Gren said softly.
Chishan nodded. “Chances are she’s increased her efforts so we’d be dealing with an even more compounded spell upon Mythal. We’d have maybe minutes at most before he was gone and the ritual to instill this lacrima is going to take at least half an hour if we use the bare minimum of magical power. At face value, we would have no chance. But apparently Doctor Wanda took some of Serilda’s words to heart...” As his words petered out, he looked over at Wanda.
The doctor stepped forward and raised a single finger. “Indeed. I came up with a solution that can both save Director Ragnos as well as give us an opportunity to catch Faera unawares and bring about her end. You see, one of my magics allows me to create psychic bonds, allowing me, or others, to enter a person’s psyche. This is greatly advantageous when I am helping patients that have suffered certain mental trauma. But it’ll also allow me passage to Director Ragnos’ spirit, the one that is being targeted by Faera. The spell that she is using requires her to manifest within the body as a psychic link so, in essence, her own spirit is now within the body of Director Ragnos.”
"Gross…” Monica remarked softly.
“Yes but if we send a team into that same psyche, we have the chance to surprise her and destroy her. If her spirit is defeated there, then there will be nothing left in Kingdom Darkness but an empty husk, thereby bringing her reign of terror to an end. Even just sending someone inside to interrupt her will slow the progress of her ritual, granting us more time to complete the infusion of the lacrima.” The good doctor gave a nod at the end, showing her commitment to her plan.
“But that isn’t without its risks either. Doctor Wanda would only be able to send two people into Mythal’s psyche. And likewise, if Faera kills you there, your soul will never return to your body. There’s also the fact that if we fail to kill her while she’s inside Mythal’s psyche, once the lacrima is installed, that connection will be gone. But all that magic that Mythal has cultivated over the years, the magic he stole from her and empowered himself, will go back to her. She maybe won’t be able to take Mythal’s body and soul but she’ll get all that power, increasing her power to limits I don’t think we can even measure. But at least if we manage to save Mythal, we can worry about killing Faera later.”
“The good news is that we can increase the speed in which the infusion works by adding more magical power to the ritual. So if we were to go with this plan, two people would be sent into Mythal’s psyche, three of us would stand guard at our ritual site and the rest could use their magic to help hasten the installation. The guards would simply be there in case any prowling creatures happened by and decided to investigate.”
“We’re not worried about Faera’s forces tracking us down and trying to interrupt us -- by the time they got there, we’d already completed our ritual. We just need to ensure that none of the other grisly beasts of the Cursed Lands get too curious or hungry.” Chishan took a deep breath as he looked at the faces of the group, considering each one as much as he was sure they were considering his. “We know it’s not a perfect plan. It’s a lot of risk but there usually is with big payoffs. I’m not happy with it, I don’t like it and if we had time to spare, I would suggest we keep looking. But we don’t have the benefit of time on our hands. And truthfully, whatever other method we came up with could be more complicated and require more materials. Plus this has the added benefit of giving us a shot at stopping Faera once and for all.” The Master settled his gaze on Serilda. “It’s not the same as storming Kingdom Darkness but… if you still want to go and kick her teeth in, here’s your chance.”
“But ultimately it is Mythal’s decision. Because the only other quick solution we could come up with was… well… keeping Mythal’s soul from falling into Faera’s hands. Not a choice we can make either nor would we suggest it. We’re just presenting facts, be they nice or not.”
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