LXV.

LXV.

Jakob had called Wothram and Mayhew back down into the basement so that they could clear away the ruined top-layer of the stone floor, such that Jakob had a clean surface to work on. He made sure to inspect the ground floor of the tavern to see if Kalameytas hideous aura had affected anything there, but it seemed to have been confined to the basement and bottom-three steps of the staircase that led down to it.

Once the Joining Ritual was completed, he would need to make a new door to replace the one that had become a pile of rancid slush already descended upon by a swarm of tiny flies. Fortunately, the Sigils on the walls did not require a functional door to keep prying eyes out nor suppress any sounds from within.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong with this whole affair involving the Sovereign. It felt warped and wrong, or as if some important piece of information was missing. Certainly, he was sure that without his quick thinking he would have died to the Envy Lords aura, but it was quite possibly one of the Watchers esoteric trials to ensure he was the correct one to carry out this important task.

He took a deep breath and a vapour cloud emerged from his face where the crimson scent-mask gifted to him by Grandfather was now permanently grafted onto the skin. Something he found peculiar was that, since his encounter with Nharlla more than a week prior, he had not had the urge to eat, sleep, nor drink. It was as if the only nourishment he needed was the knowledge he gleaned from his surroundings.

With his mind cleared and assured that the tavern would not collapse down around him thanks to Kalameytas, he went back into the basement. The Envy Demon stood within one of three interjoined ellipses, while Jkull was busy carving the remaining bits of the Joining Ritual, such as the copious lines of Sigils that snaked around outside the linework. Disregarding the Sigils, it was a very simple drawing that Jakob recognised from his gifted knowledge as a Rite of Harmonious Unity. In the same moment he recognised the Rite, he also realised why everything felt wrong. But he kept the revelation to himself, as he instinctively knew that revealing it to the two willing Demon Lords would ruin all the careful work that had led to this moment.

As he finished the final Sigil, Jkull stepped inside one of the ellipses as well, which left one vacant for the missing piece.

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Ciana looked at him and seemed to have figured out what Jakob already knew: the Demons were mistaken about their roles in this.

Jakob strode over to the vacant spot and bowed to carve the Seeker Sigil into the area within the third ellipse, then he manipulated his right hand to release a glob of his own blood onto the Sigil he had drawn. He took a quick step back and got to enjoy the moment when both Demon Lords realised that something was wrong, then he said the simple phrase to ignite the Ritual:

Let a harmonious and united whole be born of these three parts!

The Child will die, he said, mostly to himself, though he was sure the Lady heard him as well.

Ngel continued his journey. It was not far now and then he would kill the Pretender and the Fleshcrafters Apprentice, along with the foul spawn they had brought into existence.

Jakob held the child awkwardly. Even with his boundless stores of knowledge, he had no idea how to stop the baby from crying his eyes out. The supple and soft skin was stained red from the effort of boys hysterics, but no matter how Jakob held him or swayed his arms back-and-forth, the crying would not cease.

Ciana had regained her consciousness by then and came over and took the child from his hands, before sitting back down on the ruined floor. It was clear that her body was as feeble as Jakobs, but she carried it well.

She made a few shushing noises with her mouth, which Jakob found peculiar.

He wont stop.

Hes just hungry, she assured him, then pulled up the hem of her shirt and began breastfeeding the baby. For some reason, the sight made Jakob tumble down onto his ass. As he sat there in front of her, he noticed how her wing, the part of an Elphins soul that did not fit within their bodies, swished around in the air. He watched as it moved in a strange dance of sorts behind her and knew she was content. In a way, she had found that which she had always sought, even if her desire for it had been sacrificed to Nharlla.

While Ciana fed the child, Jakob just watched, spell-bound by the beauty of the moment that the Watcher and its Vassals had granted them.

What will we name him? she asked gently.

His name will be Iskandarr, Jakob told her. He is the Sovereign, so his name must befit his stature.