Chapter 25-20 Wolf Among Hounds (I)

Chapter 25-20 Wolf Among Hounds (I)

The Puppy: Ser Wolf! Ser Wolf! What have you done? You have gnawed all our leashes! You have broken all our cages! You have killed all the beasts! Wherever shall we hunt now? What need will the masters have of us now?

The Wolf: None, my pup. None at all. But what need have we for leashes, cages, or vermin when suppler prey lay sleeping above. For long have you lived under the yoke of your masters, and fat have they grown from your labor. Starved of beasts, shed of leash, freed of cage, what us will the masters have of us? And what will we do of the masters? A pity. Truly a pity.

I should have thought ahead. But we are hounds, and hounds must feed, and so let us go to the castle above, and see what meat can be found hiding where our masters make their beds...

-Wolf Among Hounds, Old Kosgan Folktale

25-20

Wolf Among Hounds (I)

–[Naeko]–

The inside of the aero was choked with awkward tension. Four sat across from each other in Kare’s aero. Three humans shuffled on faux warg leather while the monster among them inclined at an awkward angle, the dimensions of their body inconsistent with the height of the seating.

Despite this, the ghoul betrayed no sense of discomfort. It didn’t even flinch as gunfire sounded from the outside—Guilder drones blowing apart a speeding aero for one reason or another.

“Can’t believe I agreed to this,” Naeko breathed. The ghoul looked imminently pleased with itself — it had delivered a killer final pitch to secure Naeko’s temporary acquiescence, after all.

“Imagine Zein’s frustration when she hears.”

And it had worked. Godsdammit, it worked. Like Naeko was some kind of child with issues, doing this just to spite the closest thing he had to a mother. Shit. He was exactly that.

They were closing on the transitional threshold leading out from the local district into the demiplane that held Scale itself. Singular structures towered among the hives of alloy and glass below, rising from the Tiers, fangs puncturing the nape of clouds. Spinning rings and pulsing bursts of electricity preceded the exhalation of vented heat. Rendsinks were being fired up into the void, intercepted by voidships along a near orbit trajectory.

This close to the nakedness of the atmosphere, the rupture-cleaned skies over New Vultun scintillated with countless bodies—the polities of Voidwatch were a celestial constant here. Fleets drifted across the black as trailing embers of ivory upon a canvas of obsidian. As Idheim gazed up, so too did they gaze down. Flashing beams slashed grids between satellites; the Nullstar’s hues licked at the horizon with ethereal tendrils of lilac bright.

Naeko never much liked taking in the sight. He didn’t like the knowledge that humanity didn’t need to be the way it was, that there were others who already lived in their own utopias, owned though they were.

“They have their own failings,” The ghoul said, breaking the silence. “Could envy them. But know they are also human. Human in the most original way. All existence was shaped by their failure. And their original sin chases time itself. Threatens oblivion.”

“Stop that,” Naeko said. He didn’t bother hiding his frustration. “Don’t—don’t listen to my thoughts or whatever it is you doing. Shit. I’m already trying not to regret taking a mind-eating monster into Scale and giving it a tour of our security. Better not do anything weird... hells, weirder than you already are, normally.”

“Yes. Wouldn’t want the palm to fall.” Somehow, that sounded both honest and condescending. “No need for threats. Here as your guest. Will respect your rule. More than the Guilds.”Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Maru snorted with derision. “Yeah. Like that will be a feat.”

His words lured Avo’s attention, and on his face followed a peculiar expression that left Neako ill at ease. “You are welcome, Maru.”

“Welcome?” Maru said. “Welcome for what.”

“The nightmares. The pleasant dreams. You miss them so. You deserve more than pain.” Avo didn’t spend as much glimpsing within Maru. The Splinter within the Paladin was often dormant. But the hurt inside didn’t lie.

It took a moment for the blow to land, but Naeko saw it — saw it in the slight widening of Maru’s eyes, saw in the way he swallowed, in how desperately he looked away. His fists clenched and unclenched, his face darkened, but he spoke no more, and fled from every gaze.

“Let him be,” Avo said, calling Naeko’s attention back. “You are not the only one who still mourns. And you have much to mourn. And much to avenge—”

The ghoul bowed down as a fog-made hand forged from Naeko nanomachines and charged with dormant violence dragged him closer to Naeko. “You stay the fuck out of his mind too. All my Paladins. You don’t change, twist, jack, cast, or do anything unless you tell us. Is that clear.”

He added more pressure to his utility fog, but the ghoul only grunted with faint mirth. “Yes. Of course. No problem with this. Will stop. Or ask before I do.”

The Chief Paladin glared into the pale, predatory eyes of the creature he held in his grasp for a few heartbeats longer before letting him go. Avo casually returned to his original posture as if there had been no threat at all.

A new silence settled thereafter. Silence, and a sense of foreboding.

What had he brought into his home? What was he bringing to Scale? He looked inside, but all he felt was worry and confusion. At the edge of the horizon, a rain of warheads consumed the bend of the world beyond, and the turbulence without matched his world within.

***

–[Avo]–

GHOSTS - [1,354,35,466]

LIMINAL FRAME (VI) - 255,070

The paths ahead were narrowing. He could feel a growing pressure pinching away options and angles. But they were focused only on him, and knew nothing of those he empowered. He needed more Souls, more cyclers, more Heavens, more thaums, more ghosts. He required more of everything, but most of all, he needed to find more people with purpose, and give them a little push.

New Vultun was a city on the brink. The trial just might make it go over. There would be no going back after he declared himself. And he was looking forward to that.

For long, the darkness had protected him during his nascent days as a god. But the time was coming to embrace the light, and as the Heart of Noloth writhed inside him, as he pulled at its animalistic nature and considered reshaping its cognition to become akin to Sunrise—pockets of darkness equated to drones in the swarm—certain thoughts came to him.

The thought of melting shadows into the bright of dawn, and the pattern of the void itself.

A conceptual weapon came with that epiphany. The vagueness of a design took shape in Kae’s mind. The EGI had their own categories, were patterned toward different operations and modalities in manners mental and material. Why not do the same with a god? Why not have something capable of dwelling above the world, gripping as much as it could in the nothingness.

[This will be a challenge,] template-Kae mused. Forwarding the potential concepts to her actual self, both Agnosi took on a contemplative posture. +But interesting!+[Yes, very! We need to go more esoteric. Create something that will be hard for any Guild to anticipate.]+Let us steal the place beyond the sky for ourselves. Encircle the planet.+

***

As the ever-shifting blocks of Scale came into view, Avo couldn’t help but give a displeased chuff. It would have been quite the experience to plot a run on this place. Fun for the whole cadre. Now he was being invited in as a guest.

Far more convenient. Far more droll.

As they passed through a shuffling layer of space, they drifted over razor-edged waves lapping over the sea and propagating landscapes. A pulsating wavelength pounded at the world, and up beyond the ugly clouds hovered hidden voidtech installations capable of coring kilometers of reinforced plasteel. Seven major traffic arteries containing lightrails and private skylanes ran like threaded strings through the glistening hollows within the mountain fortress that was Scale.

As they drew closer, its stair like features grew more pronounced, with countless blocks connected to another, all coming together as a progressive series of ascents.

The home of the Paladins and the metaphysical summit of New Vultun was not an aesthetic thing to gaze upon; there was a flatness to its design and a bluntness to its coloring. Yet, the symbology couldn’t be denied. The structure was always changing, always rebuilding. Progress stood paramount. Progress toward the future. Progress toward the dream.

Progress. For all mankind.

Once upon a time, anyway.

“You got a holocoat or something?” Naeko asked, turning to Avo. He responded by loading Kassamon in as his avatar instead. The Chief Paladin’s right eye twitched.

“Works better.”

“And it’s creepy as shit. Change—change the face or something. Don’t wear people I know.”

Hm. Naeko was rather fun to tease. His discomfort was a delicious thing, and though he had power capable of shattering Avo’s Frame like glass should a clash of violence occur between them, he was ever the man and his mind was ripe with revulsion and fear.

Nevertheless, it was not wise to over-abuse Naeko’s patience. He modified Kassamon’s appearance using traits drawn from several other templates, and the Chief Paladin just shook his head. “I’ve seen lots of phantasmal disguises. None of them just come together on a sheath like that. Not like yours.”

“Should spend more time in sophisticate company. There are many things I can show you.”

“Let’s just get today done first,” Naeko said. A beat followed. “What do you think you’ll get from the Gatekeeper anyway? The damn thing’s been busted for years. The Agnosi managed to reassemble its Heaven, but the ego was Jaus’ personal creation. When... after what happened in Second War, limited coherence was all we could muster. It’s pretty close to being a full-null.”

“So it is,” Avo replied. “Will see how true that assessment is soon.”

And then, almost too faintly, Avo felt a crackle across the Nether. Something moved in the metaphysical before him, and a transparent bridge rising high into the realm of mind came into his notice. Its symmetry resonated with his own, symmetry greeting symmetry, as a faint, crackling voice drifted with the whistling air passing over the aero.

Something was pulling at his memories. Memories of Jaus. Pulling feebly. Unable to focus.

{Jaus? Jaus?}

+Not quite,+ Avo replied, noting the ignorance of the other passengers. Only he heard the call. But perhaps the call could only be heard by him. +Have seen him recently. Have a lasting impression.+

{...Truth.}

Its statement embraced his ontology and nearly made him tremble. The statement was a reinforcement of absolute fact, and with its coming, a counterweight was banished—a certain unknowable damnation that came with the substance of a lie.

{Nether? Breach?}

Ah. It was hurt. Parts were missing. But it was still doing all it could to chain its thoughts together. Already, this was more promising than he hoped.

+Yes. Breached into Nether twice technically. You cast me across the first time. False memory trap. Second is more recent. Probably noticed that one. Felt me. I saw you.+

{Who... who?}

+Me? I’m a lot of things.+ As the tessellating cubes of Scale expanded apart before them and the resonance between him and the Gatekeeper grew ever closer, Avo grinned. +Right now? I probably the one who is going to fix you.+