Chapter 15-5 The Cult of the Unborn

Chapter 15-5 The Cult of the Unborn

She was in your custody. It is your duty to

An attack. When. How severe was the breach? Was it Ori-Thaum? Where is Elder DRongo. I wish to have words with herThen I wish to have words with Naeko

He will be on a Stormjumpers marathon for the weekend, so he wont answer.

You Enough! Listen. Hear my words.

I need you to release my daughter into my custody. Your shambolic attempts in preserving the sanctity and agency of a FATED are appalling. The Paladins and Exorcists have shamed themselves enough this one day, do not give me a reason to compound it.

You will relinquish my daughter to me

Voidwatch? What do you mean she is with Voidwatch? How do

No!

Do not transfer me to Guild Affairs! Do not! I have a right per the Articles

[THIS CAST HAS ENDED. THINK ABOUT A PUPPY IF THE QUALITY WAS GOOD. THINK ABOUT A RAINY DAY IF THERE ARE ASPECTS THAT CAN BE IMPROVED. FOR OTHER INQUIRIES, FOCUS ON FORMING A QUESTION MARK]

RAGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

[WERE SORRY: THE GENERAL VIOLENCE YOURE IMAGINING DOESNT FIT ANY OF THE MENTIONED PATHINGS. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.]

-Uthred Greatling Experiencing Technical Setbacks

15-5

The Cult of the Unborn

Avo's question of ontologic distribution was promptly interrupted by footsteps ascending the staircase below.

Apparently, his return did not go unnoticed by the absent members of his party. Nor did the infernal brightness of his accretion do favors for his subtlety.

First came Sunrises drones as a stream, and as the veil of particulate-sized bodies passed, so too followed Essus and Denton.

Denton had a comforting hand supporting the man by the arm as he staggered up the stair step by step. A momentary widening of her eyes was the only sign of surprise she betrayed with regard to the faint static now clinging to his Conflagration. Still, her task remained foremost. Supporting Essus as he continued onward.

It took one glance from Avo to see that the man had been crying again. Whatever the voiders were doing to him in this therapeutic session made his mind raw with pain and embrittled his egos integrity. There was an absence to his stare and a redness in his eyes. That, and the thinness of his thoughtstuff showed just how present he was. An additional oddity stood out to Avo in the cotton blanket Essus had wrapped around his bodyand the tightness to which he clutched it.

The room wasnt that cold. For what need could

[Its for shock,] Benhata said, adding points of interest to Avos cog-feed. [A very primitive method for treating shock, but whatever the voiders are doing, they know better than us.] He made a noise that was barely a laugh. [Still. Its easier to just cut the memories out from him. Theyre wasting time with this therapy thing if you ask me. I had the negative emotions tied to my sisters death removed, but I can still remember her. Its not that complicated. You can probably adjust him easier than they can His minds just not going to be worth much is all. Hes not suited to help us in any way.]

The pang of anger Avo felt came as a surprise to even him. The Glaives words offended him. They insulted him.

Essus was a flat; a vulnerable creature in flesh and mind, but by Avos effort and will, he survived. Avo chose for him to live. The templates judge the man for his weakness, but the absurdity of their prejudice stood naked from what world did Essus come, and to what hell did he arrive? What strength could have protected him from the eldritch distortions that infested New Vultun? And if he was to be mocked for his softness, then what say the Guilders and Godclads who fell to Avo?

A rank ghoul of all creatures, besting and brutalizing the elites of this world.

His templates recoiled as if lashed, and only a few stood unshaken alongside Corner. The former squire simply gave a laughing sneer. [You dumb motherfuckers done did it now.]

Benhata scrambled, fear exploding in his heart as he realized what torments could be visited upon him in this cage of consciousness. [Wait, thats not what I meant]

+All can be changed,+ Avo said, the ire leaving him in a rasping sibilate. +Me. You. Him. That is the truth of our reality. Change. Position? Power? Privilege? Bloodlines? Comedy. Delusion. All can be taken. All can be lost.+ And to end his words, he focused his attention anew on Essus as the man approached. +All can be granted.+

[I was referring to the difficulty of his station,] Benhata tried to remedy.

+In part.+ The template couldnt deceive Avo. It would be as if a current lying to the sea or the less lying to the whole. +But your love for pedigree remains. Know who has eaten you. Face the bitterness of your own truths. Judge my decisions if you want. Do it all you like. Wont torture you for it. But I will do the same in turn with your beliefs. Your words.+

The remainder of the templates existed at his whims, and he addressed them not as a tyrant looking down, but a voicea concept running deeper than bone or sinewfrom within their own egos. +Hear me now. You are dead because we were enemies. This is a city at war. Forever. Everywhere. Everyone. We warred. You perished. I remain. Might just be your misfortune. Might be my power. Might be my skill. But indulge in no delusions. You are here because this is our environment. You are here because New Vultun does not care. Didnt care about him. Same what it doesnt care about you. Only power is true. Power. Knowledge. Control. And what they let us choose.+

[Youve been real high off your shitty new philosophy ever since you gave your mind-dad a Frame,] Abrel muttered. Template or not, her will was adamantine, and she betrayed no hint of dread at her potential fate. She knew he would draw on her again. More, she knew this instance of her wasnt real. [Youre right though. We did fight. I did lose. You earned my mind and my deaths. Blessed be the worthy. The oath abides. But he isnt worthy. Hes broken. And much as Id like this Silver-fucker to get cast as one of Dannis Steelhards wound-holes while a be-cocked fem-ghoul from one of Chambers shows] her words drew a whoop from Chambers template. [teaches him some romance, letting Essus keep that Frame without changing him entirely is going to be a hard shit to pass.]

This was known to him, but something was beyond their sight. The limit of their imaginations was appalling.

Abrel sighed. [What? What arent we seeing that you are? No offense, but beyond jacking youre pretty lacking on your own. I wouldve had you in the lightrail without the Reg.] No she wouldnt. [And I guess the no being delusional rule can go fuck itself when its you doing it, huh?] This wasnt delusion, it was hypocrisy. [Fuck. You.]

+He matters unto himself,+ Avo said, ordering the templates to recede as he focused on the real again. +What matters was that he survived. Symbology. Mythology. A saint to be fashioned.+

[A saint for whom?] Abrel asked, her presence a fading whisper.

Her mouth opened but no sound followed.

Across the room, Cas began to chuckle. Well. I never thought Id see the day our great negotiator is speechless.

--You need to speak with Aegis today, Denton finished.

Yes, Avo said, agreeing. Interested in talking to one of your machine gods.

Aegis isnt a god, its just an artificial governing administrator.

It sounded like semantics to Avo, and most of his templates agreed.

Name, Cas said, enjoying the moment. Then, we split the bounty. Then we talk to the boss.

Denton frowned. Dont call them that, Cas. You know they hate it.

Im definitely going to call them that.

She narrowed her eyes at Avo. Youre bringing out the worst in him.

Didnt take much, Avo replied. Hm. Any suggestions? For the name?

Hey, I got one, Chambers said, giggling. How about the Thick

A blade of glass flashed out from seemingly nowhere and decapitated him for the second time in minutes.

Kae flinched. Essus cried out. Everyone was already looking away from Chambers body as it toppled.

Thats my veto, Draus said, snatching her blade of glass out from the air. Rest of you better come up with somethin good. Hey, Avo? What about the Second-to-Lowest Masters? She threw her head back and guffawed.

I would kill you if you had a clean cycler, Avo glowered.

The Unborn, Essus said. All eyes turned to regard him. He winced slightly but withstood the attention. We are fighting for a future, are we not? For children to be born again? For the Heaven of Love to be healed, for affection returned to the hands of the people? That is our newest goal.

Silence followed.

Shit. Thats pretty good, Cas said. Cult of the Unborn. Yeah yeah!

[Yeah,] Corner said. [That sounds nova.]

[Like one of those shitty heavy string albums Vator listens to,] Abrel muttered.

Chambers template, meanwhile, was more dismayed at his death. [Avo, tell the Reg that this is fucking bullshit! I was going to say the Thicket of Unseen Flames!] Avo delved into his thoughts and turned away in digust.

+No you werent. You were thinking Thick Meaty Intruders.

[A man can change his mind!] Chambers screamed.

Its good, Avo said. Its truthful. Good bones for mythology. Good work.

Essus didnt smile, but he came closer than before.

+Still think empowering him was a mistake?+ Avo asked.His templates considered for a moment, and responded.

[Its a nice idea, but yeah, hes not going to be a good Clad,] Benhata said.

Abrel snorted. [There is no world where he is worthy. Hes going to die. Its going to be stupid. Youre probably going to be scooping his Ontologics up after he ruptures.]

[If Essus dies, can I have his stuff?] Chambers asked.

Avo growled in frustration, earning him several odd looks in the real. My mind is unsupportive.

I know how that feels, Kae said, nodding sagely. Out from the veil of her holocoat, she produced a gauss pistol and her eyes grew hard. What helps me is doing things so I think we should move on to our suicidesoh! Avo, Ill examine the Ontologics first! Let me see if there are obvious problems before you graft anyone.

Before he could respond, the Agnos inhaled deeply, pressed the gun to her temple, and fired.

A welter of brain matter sprayed free, and Draus directed a mirror shard to swallow the flechette before it could hit Cas.

Gotta teach her to point that thing where other people arent, Draus sighed.

Thanks, Cas said, blinking.

Just dont pray at me, cult-boy. Now. Who wants me to do em?