Chapter 22-2 Inheritor of Shadows (II)

Chapter 22-2 Inheritor of Shadows (II)

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: What a mess. Calvino? Can you talk him down? Because we still need Thousandhand. As much as her death might–

[EGI] “Loch-Ness Bomber” has entered THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

[EGI] “Loch-Ness Bomber”: Nevermind that boring shit, everyone get in here! The fight’s still going! I’m activating local units to get a better view. Sweet Sol, I miss pay-per-view.

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: Bomber, this is a serious matter–

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure”: If you want them dealt with, I have the capability... I just need approval from Aegis–it will be a setback to lose New Vultun, but I theorize if I can trigger a localized singularity with a Schwarzschild implosive, we might be able to settle the Godclad problem once and for all. Then, with them in disarray–

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure” has been removed from THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

[EGI] “If on a Winter’s Night a Wanderer” has entered THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: Ah. Calvino.

[EGI] “If on a Winter’s Night a Wanderer”: It’s bad. Get your Dentons. Time to call in all the favors you have. I think my ghoul is about to get Thousandhand arres–

[EGI] “Loch-Ness Bomber”: OH MY GOD! OH! STARS! STARS AND SYSTEMS! THE PALM! THE PALM FALLS! SAMIR NAEKO IS ON THE SCENE! SHIT IS ONNNNNNNNNN!

{OVERRIDING AUTHORITY}

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure” has re-entered THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure”: YES!

[EGI] “Loch-Ness Bomber”: WOOOOOO!

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: Why in all the bloody blazes are you two so excited? Two of our critical assets are about to be exposed!

[EGI] “If on a Winter’s Night a Wanderer”: ...Well, one, anyhow. Avo can now... part his mind and shift himself between any of his fragments. Like a trans-spatial hyper-infectious infomorph. He will likely escape.

[EGI] “EVERYONE ON IDHEIM SHOULD DIE AND DIE NOW” has entered THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

[EGI] “EVERYONE ON IDHEIM SHOULD DIE AND DIE NOW”: WOOOOOO!

[EGI] “Loch-Ness Bomber”: WOOOOOO!

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure”: Holy shit, I want to glass the planet so bad. I’m betting the next satellite rotation that Naeko stomps both of them in seconds.

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: ...You underestimate Zein. She might just disengage successfully herself. Also, I’m calling for the polities to convene. We need to... prepare for the fallout.

[EGI] “EVERYONE ON IDHEIM SHOULD DIE AND DIE NOW”: I’m gonna stream this to all my pops! They’re gonna love it! Burn that city down!

WARNING: SERVER APPROACHING SUSTAINABLE EGO LIMIT

[EGI] “Kant Was A Prick”: This is a nightmare.

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure”: Again. I can solve it. I just need–

[EGI] “The Only Way To Be Sure” has been removed from THRESHOLD-Node-Zeroth

-Conversation between Aegis Category [Black] EGIs

22-2

Inheritor of Shadows (II)

+It’s Thousandhand alive! She’s here–she’s–she’s trying to fucking get my rook!+

Maru’s words made Naeko drop the mangled boulder of disfigured corpses he was about to cast over the district’s edge into the Maw.

He’d been fast to react when the Nether fell. Fast as he could. But enough had died regardless, and more than a few outbreaks had to be suppressed. Then there were the ones that kept trying to enact violence. Even when his palm was down. Even when his Heaven seized the city. They became his offering to the Maw. Food for the nothing. A ritual to cleanse his mind, just as he and his father oversaw the filling of the pits all those centuries ago.

Yet, distant as it was, the past clung to him still. Along the edges of his thoughts. In the rare moments he risked sleep and dreams instead of the usual resurrections. When he heard certain names.

Thousandhand.

Thousandhand.

Thousandhand.

Zein.

Caked bodies greeted cracked plascrete with a pattering squelch as the Chief Paladin’s mind went hollow. A droning set in, and long-repressed remembrances breached through — psychological scars reopened.

+You’re having an attack.+ The words left Naeko as an accusation than anything else. Maru had to be wrong. The boy was always shaken by these things. His softness was deeper; more supple. The stress of the day must have caused a cascade inside him. Or maybe he was compromised.

+Will let you ride free in the Sunderwilds after this,+ Avo soothed, shifting his attention over to Zein.

Less than fifty ghosts remained within his pinned sheath, but it was still enough to use it as a monitoring device. Both he and Zein lay compressed against a dormant fountain. At the speed they were struck down–and with how vicious their struggle had been–Avo expected the area around them to be utterly annihilated.

Instead, the surrounding structures held strong, responding to their impacts as if memite. Even the ground gave naught but a light thud as they landed. Neither time-flung blades nor space-shredding winds achieved any more destruction after the fog of Naeko’s palm condensed around them. If anything, he felt another pattern slide into place, superseding his influence over reality, denying any act that fell under the purview of force or damage.

The complex around them stood unfinished and half-built, but still, they were tall enough to be imposing, to be shadows beyond the smog. The builds ran as interconnected walls joined in an unending spiral, and inside, squatters and refugees lurked, most huddling behind cover, some peering out–screaming as their minds shattered from exposure to naked divinity.

+You are a fool, creature. A short-sighted, ignorant, spiteful fool.+ Vehemence laced every syllable of Zein’s words, and against the prone form of her shifting dragon, she strained on one knee, fighting to rise, glaring at him all the while.

Something in the fog shifted. A new form graced Avo’s awareness. A body absurd in proportions and muscle density, wider than it was tall, forming from the palm itself.

Naeko was. And he came striding with his gaze fixed on Zein, sparing the Fardrifter not even a glance.

Something shifted across the Godslayer’s expression. A twitch between respect and undying ire. +But what spite it was,+ Zein said, eyes still fixed on Avo. +What an utter, desperate act of destruction. I commend you for this; I will see you broken for this.+ A beat passed. Naeko stepped over the rim of the fountain and closed on Zein. +Oh. And give my compliments to the squire as well. She honors me with this... humbling.+

+Rather would have killed you,+ Avo admitted. +You’re not a problem I wanted to leave unsolved.+

+Then I suppose you learned something of value from me after all. But know this: I merely sought to collar you. When you trace the paths, know you walk in the shadow of my daughter. And as you are now, she will break you. She will take from you. And she will see you turned as a willing slave before the end of things. You are not ready. Swim quietly, pest.+ Zein laughed softly, and Naeko’s footsteps quickened. She finally tore her gaze away from the Fardrifter–away from the ghoul–to face her once disciple. Her finest pupil. Even his shadow seemed to bear weight, the pressure of the palm increasing as he loomed over her.

Avo watched with the excitement of a vouyer, and the templates inside him were noß better. Before him stood two figures that predated the Godsfall. Two bleak legends from the depths of Idheim’s history.

Impossibly, the Godslayer’s gaze softened as she laid eyes on the Chief Paladin, and she signaled the beginning of their dialogue with a soft exhalation. “Dearest boy. It’s been too long.”

Light struck the side of Naeko’s face, revealing the impossibly smooth texture of his ebony skin and his taut tendons, each as thick as a cord. Then there was his eyes. There was hurt. There was fear. And there was exhaustion.

“You’re alive.” The statement left Naeko as if an admission of defeat.

“At this point in time,” Zein replied.

He clenched his jaw. “I was hoping something else, you know. I was hoping you were dead. After all these years.”

And the near-motherly affection flattened behind Zein’s eyes. “A wish we both share some days, I assure you.”

Naeko’s hands opened and closed as fists. “Why?”

“Why?” Zein asked.

The immense palm slammed down on existence. Zein bounced off the ground. Avo’s ego rang as the symptoms of a concussion overcame his senses.

When coherence returned, he found Zein’s head capped by one of the Chief Paladin’s immense paws. Thousandhand felt a titan in battle. An impossible threat. But next to Naeko, she seemed almost as she appeared: an old woman. Brittle. Frail. Aged.

A hitched breath preluded Naeko’s words. His hand tightened. Cracks spread across Thousandhand’s armored faceplate, but she offered only a muted stare of exasperation than fear.

“Where the fuck were you? Where? What–how could you let this happen?”

“Let?” Zein said, sounding incensed again. “I let nothing happen. You know Veylis–do not pretend to think her our lesser. She made a choice. She made a choice and held it close to her heart. Told no one. Not I. And not you. And when the time came, she acted.”

Something that was almost a sob escaped from Naeko. “Just like you taught us.”

“Clearly not,” she replied, humorless. “She heeded. She acted. She enforced her will. You broke. Truthfully, you disappoint me, my boy. I expected more from you.”

Her helmet shattered completely between his fingers. But he stopped. With his thumbs an inch away from sinking into her eyes he stopped. “Osjane is dead. Ya Wei is dead. Mordeinn is dead. Joramadr is dead. More and more and more. All dead.” Naeko took a steadying breath. “You expected more from me? So did Osjane. But I just let Osjon kill her. I just let Veylis turn them. All of them. You expected more from me? You know me, Zein. You know me. I’m all I’ve ever been. Less. Less.”

An uneasy expression came over Zein. “Samir. Enough. Enough. This weakness is beneath you.”

He didn’t heed her words. “I’ve only ever been a dog. For you. For Jaus. For her. I listened to you. All of you. Whatever you did to me, I took it. I learned. I trained. If there was a farm, I burned it. If there was a god, I fought them. If there was a rebellion I suppressed it. If there was an assassin, I killed them. I did it. I did it. I always did it.”

“Stop. Stop.” Zein’s voice took on a harrowed quality. Her eyes flicked to Avo, and her character took on a new dimension. “Another is watching. You cannot do this to yourself in front of them, boy. I will not allow–”

Her words faded into a choked grunt as he tore her from the ground, huge hands wrapped around her neck. His eyes were closed, but his mind was sobbing, the pain inside him so resonant Avo could feel the man crumble.

“It’s not up to you!” Naeko snarled. “Not anymore. You left. You failed. You–you let him die. You let Jaus die. You let Veylis fall! It’s you! It’s always been you! You left me here to hold things together! All of you did! But why couldn’t you hear me when I spoke to you! Why couldn’t you listen when I told you! All of you! I’m not a leader. I don’t have it. Never did. There’s not enough of me left to believe. There never was. Everything I was belonged to all of you and... and... and you all went away. You went away and the world fell and I tried and it wasn’t enough! Do you hear me now! I wasn’t enough! Even in the end! Even as a god! I still couldn’t stop them! Still! Still! I still couldn’t win!”

A tremor passed through Zein’s lip, but as Naeko was breaking, she endured. “Samir. Samir. Control yourself. Please. You are wounded, but you must not fall. You must not show your foes you are pained.”

“Were you there? Were you alive all this time? Were you there that night?”

The sudden question from Naeko left Zein choked with apprehension. “I...”

“Were you there that night when I called for you? That night when Osjane was murdered. When I had to kill my own brothers and sisters to save Scale. I called for you. When I fought Veylis. When I found Osjane’s body. I called for you. Did you hear me? Were you there?”

A soft breath left Zein, and Avo realized even his Fardrifter was silent. Enraptured by the scene. She mustered her strength and spoke. “Yes. Yes, I was. And I heard you. But–”

And then the palm resting upon them turned to a fist and Naeko’s thumbs were pushing deep into her eyes.

A chortled cry came from Thousandhand, but it was drowned out by a rageful roar escaping Naeko, the volume deafening, the Rend exploding from his body, the act of violence going off with a force greater than a thousand warheads.

For the first time in centuries, Samir Naeko found the floor of his anger, and existence trembled.