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Agony successfully defended Sasha and impaled the Admiral with Oathripper yet found blood tendrils attempting to force him toward the pool. Their strength was noticeable as he found himself sliding toward the pool even as he began to resist. Obtenebra rippled violently in fear of watching its host succumb to the sudden spike of power attempting to latch out to anything it possibly could, even moving to latch on to Karuna’s hand where it would try to snake its way around her fingers and practically plead for her to use her own strength to pull to help Agony resist. This strength did not produce any fear within Agony at this time, however, the ancient being’s intrigue leaving him receptive to whatever plot the Admiral had to baptize him. The prospect of enduring more pain no matter the avenue pleased Agony but Obtenebra would not have any of it.

 

The black ichor dug hard into the ground beneath him, dug into the flesh of the bodies nearby, clung to whatever it could to protect Agony which was an oddity many would not realize given how complacent it had been to everything Agony involved himself in the past few months. Perhaps it no longer trusted that its host could not properly discern the level of dangers present within this world or perhaps it was simply still reeling from the betrayal only weeks prior. None would know nor could fathom the labyrinthine consciousness of this primordial symbiote.

 

In any case, the power that had started to drag Agony closer seemed to diminish and Obtenebra would recede back into the black knight guise it favored. The condensed ball that hovered nearby and had temporarily replaced Lunara proved enough of a distraction to have Agony veer himself toward that position and frantically search for the diminutive fairy. When it was clear that the spherical object housed his usually jovial companion, Agony narrowed that potent crimson gaze but just stood there and allowed the transformation to occur. He could feel the compressed power before him. When the silhouette of her frame returned, an odd sense of relief fell upon Agony that he would never admit to though the stinging realization nearly overwhelmed him. This concoction comprised of worry, dread, arrogance, annoyance, and anger had the black knight’s gauntlets subconsciously balled up into fists as Agony dealt with the flurry of varying emotion. He knew deep down that he had caused whatever was occurring before him to happen. That he had paved the way for this transfer of power into the fairy. He did not enjoy being forced to wait in such uncertainty. He found himself turning his head to look at the large monstrosity that filled this room with a seething anger. God or not, if it did anything to corrupt the purity of his fae companion, he was ready to avenge and spend all of his power doing so.

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The viscous substance that entered the fae’s body passed as visions through her mind, as if she was literally drinking knowledge. But the visions were broken, wounded, just like Lirrey Star in its incomplete form; discontinuous and disturbing. There were memories of an epic battle that took place in this very land. A clash of gods and devourer of worlds. It was hard to make out any details, the sounds and visions screeching by so fast that it made Lunara’s head pound. She had no eyes, so there was nothing to squeeze shut against the images that assaulted her. No mouth to scream her pain. A mounting fear that she was to be trapped here forever, with no body, and thus no mortality. An eternal torture. Lirrey was a trap..

But through the horribly disjointed scenes that Lunara was forced to witness, a Truth emerged, etched into her mind. It wasn’t a fact that she deduced from the visions, but truth with a capital T, indisputable and cast in stone. When the remaining droplets from the pool of blood had fused into her, and she was set down gently onto the ground, glowing with power, a name was upon her tongue.

“Velemibor,” she voiced, and all the villagers, including the massive tentacled creature above them, almost seemed to tremble. “The Eater of Stars - he will return. The Order of the White Hand must be eliminated.”

The light that suffused the faerie subsided, allowing the rest to take a good look at her. Ancient symbols snaked down her left arm, dark red tattoos resembling the pattern that Dr Xeyal’s pet had painstakingly arranged on the cave wall. Agony, being accustomed to the tiny faerie’s magical signature, would sense a shift to those powers. It was augmented with something unfamiliar, something perhaps even more ancient than Fae magic itself.

Lunara’s gaze shot towards the Admiral, the former Herald’s inelegant manifestation of Lirrey’s gift plain for all to see. “Your services are no longer necessary,” the faerie said. With a finesse that eluded the former Herald, Lunara threw her left hand outward, and a dark red tentacle uncoiled from her arm, lashing out at the Admiral. She tried to counter the fae’s attack with her own tentacles, but it was obvious that she was outmatched in speed and strength. Lunara plunged her newfound weapon through her target’s chest, drawing out a horrific scream from the Admiral that ended in a gurgle. She burst apart into a pool of blood, splattering them all with gore, most of it unfortunately ending up on Agony.

Then she turned to face the sinners. “Now repent,” she pointed at the three who had arrived with her. The villagers chanted after their new leader and ringed them in, cutting off their way to the newly-opened portal. Repent. Repent. Repent. Lunara flew over to them slowly, a gleam in her eye.

Then she stopped and stroked her chin. “I guess, since you’re already bathed in blood now, you can just… say sorry?”

She grinned.

Edited by jaistlyn

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Sasha is horrendously confused.  Everyone was fighting.  Then they weren't.  Then they were fighting again?  Then they weren't?  What was going on?  The Forbidden Snack felt different now.  Wrong.  The same kind of Wrong that surrounded them and pervaded this town at its very core.  The mob's stance seemed directly reflected by the flighty creature's mercurial mood.  Yet her mood, her aura now seemed tapped into the terrifying monstrosity.  It would be best if they all just left now during this brief opportunity.  But the Flesh Dancer was trapped in a haze of survival instinct, the Metal Dancer seemed enthralled by the creeping demise that awaited them within Yh'mi, and the Forbidden Snack's actions were as wild and unpredictable as her motives.  The only thing Sasha could think to do in this situation is to relent to Lunara's request.

A flurry of physical and mental anguish descend upon them as if a plague of locusts were assaulting their auditory senses.  A comprehensible and incomprehensible string of syllables melds together through the air in a concussive cacophony of chaos.  If staring into Lirrey Star's true form was an impossibly maddening feat, then listening to this was the equivalent incarnate of ill conceived ideas.  The word blasphemous is not strong enough to encapsulate the profane and paradoxical nature of the sounds this monstrosity ushered forth.

"Sorry," the little shadow girl replied, at Lunara's request. 

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Frantic for the next enemy to approach her, the odd sensation of tendrils grasping Karuna's hand snapped her attention to Dolor who was being dragged towards the pool of blood. Her first reaction was to strike, but at second glance, she realized her ally needed help and it was then she began to find some sense of composure. With a mind still not fully comprehending what was going on, she ran towards Dolor with the intention of assisting in some way,garbing on to dolor's waist, but by then everything went slack.

He may be able to feel the tremble of her adrenaline filled palms  as she slowly came down from the high. 

Those she had slain, were back to their feet. the blood that soaked her was gone, but she could still feel her guilt looming over her but there was little time to process these feelings. As the orb of blood flowed midair, and then condensed into the form of Lunara, Karuna remained at Dolor's side, unknowingly holding his arm.

The fluctuation of power shifting in the room gave Karuna to focus on, as Lunara took form, an uneasiness befell her. Still it was a relief to see her okay, more or less. 

She could feel the power in the Fae girl and as she approached, she honestly did not know how to feel. Should she leave? respond? Apologize? She inevitably decided to remain still as Lunara approached, and a quick joke was enough to ease her nerves. She took a heavy breath, still trying to compose herself.

Just as she felt calm, the horrendous sound of the talking shadow creature brought her immediately to 100 as both fists engulfed in orbs of purple magic were pointed at the sound. Realizing who it was, she just fell to her knees groaning, defeated. 

"I don't know...how much more I can take!" She chuckled nervously attempting to ease her own nerves, but she was still on edge.

"Are we done here? We can talk about what happened AFTER we leave this place?"

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Obtenebra had dug hard into the corpses nearby as well as the ground in a desperate attempt to prevent it’s host from subjecting itself to whatever machinations the Lirrey Star held for those who were judged and convicted by standards that were devoid of Terran law and morality. Agony himself, fearless as he had been pulled close to the pool of blood, fixated upon the sight of Lunara becoming imbued with a power that was ancient in nature and measured high during Agony’s unforgiving discernment as he neared her. His obsession was so acute that Agony had barely noticed Karuna’s attempt to prevent the success of the Admiral’s pull until the tremble and sense of the witch’s depletion caught Obtenebra’s attentions. Obtenebra, gluttonous as ever, rippled along the area that the woman touched as she feebly attempted to place her arms around Agony’s massive frame until things significantly calmed down and both witnessed the fairy’s elimination of their current threat.

 

The spray of blood fell upon Agony and Obtenebra wasted no time consuming the blood out of pure feverish hunger and curiousity. The dark liquid would seep into Agony as if the massive knight was absorbing it. Bright red seared through his helm and toward Lunara who pointed their way and asked them to repent. Lunara’s approach and grin were met with a narrowed gaze as he no longer sensed the energy signature that he had learned to discern from the fairy but instead felt something new. Obtenebra rippled violently now as the absorbed blood began prying against its own separate will. A compulsion arose to comply with the comical request of this new avatar which showed as tendrils formed out of what had originally been tough armor and lurched toward the fairy hungrily but Agony remained silent.

 

Karuna would feel the odd texture of the supposed armor she held latch on to her skin a bit until the witch snapped her arms away and toward Sasha in her fear. Still a small extension of Obtenebra would not allow Karuna to detach herself, clinging to some of the woman’s wrist even through the conjuring of purple energy on her hand, lapping on the vibrant energy she wielded and scrutinizing its potential as sustenance. As all of this occurred Agony had been deep in contemplation regarding what had just occurred. Logic would count this as victory but something else did not allow him to accept a win. His head turned to regard the larger creature in the distance with burgeoning contempt and suspicion. The creature’s physical size and the power that was felt did not deter Agony any. Were he bound by the emotions and inclinations he held as well as Obtenebra’s then what had just occurred may have only been a prelude to a much more difficult battle for dominance here.

 

He had heard the words that had been spoken by the diminutive fairy earlier concerning the Eater of Stars and the Order of the White Hand. While he was beginning to agree with the latter, he knew little of the former and it was this ignorance that annoyed him the most. The sensation that the fairy had allowed herself to be submerged within powers she knew little about filled Agony with a sense he had forgotten for centuries.

 

Dread.

 

Forceful baritone erupted from an unseen orifice to address Lunara now, Obtenebra still clinging to Karuna as if attempting to console the witch after she was clearly overwhelmed even while it felt briefly compelled by the blood it had ingested. “Am I absolved of the debt I owed you? Did you get what you wanted?” Emphasis decorated many of the words he had just spoken as if he was angry at something…or someone. Agony didn’t know why his words were delivered in this fashion but they felt right…especially when everything else just felt…wrong.

Edited by Dolor Aeternum

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Sasha’s apology reverberated off the walls of the cave like a barrage of dark energy, similar but also different from the nature of power in Yh’mi. The townspeople wailed in Terror and stepped away from the shadow girl, holding their heads as if in pain. Even Lirrey Star’s tentacles seemed to shift along the walls. Lunara was immediately reminded of the deafening screams in the weird echo chamber they had crossed on their way here. She winced. That was not a sensation she appreciated experiencing again. Now the faerie knew why the pet kept silent the whole time, and it was obvious that the cretin was far more intelligent than she gave it credit for.

“Okay, okay, you’re forgiven for your sin,” she said quickly to Sasha. She stole a glance at Lirrey Star to see if there was a response. This new Avatar role was something she hadn’t yet grasped the boundaries of. The sprawling creature showed no signs of movement, and so she shrugged and continued. The witch’s nervous chuckle was dismissed for the moment when Agony spoke, with more emotion in his voice than Lunara had ever heard before. In fact, he sounded like a spoiled child who had been forced to do something that he didn’t like. It irritated Lunara. “What, are you jealous because you haven’t been chosen to receive the power? Yes, you are free from the debt, but I thought your reason for coming along would be more than that. Perhaps it was just me being naïve, thinking that you are no longer the selfish person you once were. Well, you’re free to go now.” 

With a wave of her tiny hand, the townspeople of Lirrey dispersed and headed back out in an orderly fashion, no doubt either resuming their sigil in the church, or back to their perfectly routine lives. Lunara pointed at Karuna. “You haven’t apologized, but you’re forgiven if you teach me the spell you promised to when you almost killed me. But since you prefer it, we can do that outside.” She spun around, then flew back through the way they came, up the winding staircase that led to the nave, and out the doors of the church. On her way out, she stole a glance at the third painting on the wall, the one that remained blurry. A part of the puzzle had been revealed to her though, and it was in the form of the background, depicting a busy harbour. She had seen it in Lirrey’s visions, and she knew immediately that it lay far south in Yh’mi, within unexplored territory.

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