Chapter 28-15 Hope Forgotten (II)

Chapter 28-15 Hope Forgotten (II)

...And the deepest cut is the one no one sees coming.

-Zein Thousandhand

28-15

Hope Forgotten (II)

The Hungers raged, spewing venom with each word. They arrived like a storm cloud forming over the court. With the recession of the Heaven of Truth's cosmology, a swelling patch of darkness pooled above, forming a third boundary between Veylis's paths and the Stormsparrow's stage.

The swirling maw of darkness twisted and splashed, like waves displaced by an emerging mountain. The first ridges of the City Eternal presented themselves. Dragons cycled through each other like torturous implements, burrowing through one another's forms. Golden blood spilled out in the shadows, diluting the deepness of the nether.

A vast cityscape of countless ziggurats, canals, and accretions greeted Avo's perception. With each passing second, the oppressive atmosphere only intensified. But unlike before, Avo didn't feel suffocated. Though the Hungers were still superior in cognitive bulk, Avo was something else entirely—a being aligned with the nature of cognition, while the Hungers were merely its source.

+Traitors! Traitors and bastards all!+the Hungers bellowed. The rejection of their rage fell like an anvil of hatred. Countless Saintists cried out, their wards cracking beneath the onslaught. Static composed the Infacer, who shivered as if grains of dust caught in torrential gales. But the Neo-Creationist mind endured, as did all those under Avo's protection. When the Hungers projected their rage, the Burning Dreamer became their bulwark, shielding them from any chance of nullification.

And so it was that Jaus stood, a man rising above the porcelain mask that roofed the Storm Sparrow's stage. Ghosts flicked from his form as he levitated, carried by Avo's will. As he emerged atop the Storm Sparrow's stage, he stood like an unshaken oak before the tantrum of a distant hurricane, with a dissonant placidity. With this same contrast, he spoke, all eyes on him and the Hungers, across New Vultun and beyond. Seen from the void, Avo felt a convergence of perceptions—of his templates, of the citizens and subjects of this wretched, ruined, wounded, yet magnificent world.

+Greetings, Masters of Noloth,+ Jaus said, without any hint of insult or mockery. He pursed his lips as he regarded the Hungers, sampling their sweltering fury. +Time has not done you well. The wound at your heart has grown ever sicker.+ A sense of sadness crept over his expression. +I had hoped that you would have learned bitterness or some form of temperance, found some measure of release, despite all that you have suffered, despite all you intended to inflict.+

+Temperance? Bitterness?+ The Hungers were aghast. Composed of countless millions, the collective consciousness became an orchestra of disordered outrage. +You wretched bourbon, you... How do you even speak these words? Where do you get the breath? Where do you get the boldness?+

+Because it is the truth,+ Jaus replied, without any sense of hesitation. +I have always desired to bring about the best future for everyone—not just my people, not just for the Guilds, but for you as well. Because I considered you one of mine—my compatriots, my burdens, my charge, those I wished to bring into the light, into an eternal future of glory and bliss, never to end.+

Then Jaus fell silent and contemplative. +But that was never to be, for you wanted more than bliss, you wanted more than glory, you wanted dominance and control. Fear, fear was what consumed you, and fear was what I wished to cure in you, every time we spoke, every conversation we traded. But I must ask you to forgive me now, for I am but a man, and you are a civilization, one that lived in darkness, one that festered in the underbelly, away from the prying gaze of slavering gods. I was not enough. I apologize, but you were also not enough for yourself. That is not an apology I can offer on your behalf.+

Avo didn't know how, but the outrage of the Hungers only grew. Yet how little that mattered. What worth was the impotence of an exiled kingdom, cut low before they could ever be a true threat to the Guilds, a genuine power in their own right?

+You did this to us,+ the Hungers said, their voices low and mournful. +For years, you cast us to the other side, used us as a fulcrum for your twisted benefits. The Nether, this realm of ours, formed of thoughts, the substance of our immortal souls, used as little more than a canvas, a dung heap for everyone to exploit. We are here, we drink your wasteful dreams, your traumas, all that you do not wish to remember, detritus and filth, staining the waters in which we drift. And as we bleed, that becomes the substance of your mental nectar, those dreams you inhabit, those paradises you construct within your own minds. The best from us, and the worst from you. That is what you did to us, Jaus Avandaer.+

+My dream,+ Jaus said, cutting the Hungers off with a resolute declaration, +was to incorporate you into my plans to come. Instead, you forced my hand and made me engineer your exile. And before you speak next, acknowledge what you intended to do. Acknowledge your desire to claim the minds of everyone within New Vutun. To betray all who stood alongside you during the gods' fall, just out of fear. Out of the desire to be the sole inheritor of our great deeds and darkest sins.

+I did not cut you down in an act of injustice. No, Noloth, you were sealed away for your sake and ours. The creation of the nether, likewise, was another necessity. No more heavens that rule over minds could be made, or down that path too much sorrow lay. For the self-determination of a human is one of the few privileges they might ever know. And to take that, to determine the limits of that...+

Jaus cast his gaze downward, staring through the colorful mask that had once endured the bombardment of cosmological cataclysms. +Horrifying,+ Jaus finished, regarding Avo.

+And yet look at us now,+the Hungers said, referencing the very same thing Jaus was contemplating. +The Burning Dreamer, our bastard legacies entwined. You say you did not wish for the mind to be made a heaven, for there to be another god of cognition. Well then, Jaus Avandaer, we mock you. We laugh at your wretched fate. For in whose embrace do you lay? For by whose whims do you exist?+

"My own," Jaus replied, giving the Hungers a smile. "It is my act that seemed to set all this in motion—everything I have done to engineer a proper future, a foundation for what is to come."

+A proper future for what? Determined by whom? You? You and your family?+The Hungers' voice was thick with disdain.

The High Seraph stood unmoving, like a tombstone rather than a person. And in the silence, a chorus sang out,

AND AS THE GRIEF REACHES ITS HEIGHT, THERE IN THE DARKNESS, A TRAITOR PERFORMS AN ACT OF TRANSGRESSION, TOWARDS UNUSUAL DELIGHTS.

Avo looked upon the Storm Sparrow, but she simply shook her head. "The chorus sings, but I do not know. Again, I am merely the star, and not the writer of the show."

—[Mercy]—

From the perspective of countless famines, Mercy looked on at the miserable scene. But slowly, thoughts inside him were turning, turning faster and faster. There would be no way he could strike at Jaus Avandaer—not with the InFacer there, not with the High Seraph there, and certainly not with Avo there. There were too many points of failure, and the Gatekeeper was still too powerful.

Yet, Jaus wasn’t the only fulcrum upon which New Vultun rested. There was also another, another that held even more importance. Another that composed the beating heart of the nether. With the shard of defiance added to him, the path between loyalty and treason grew ever thinner. But if he was going to do what he just thought, if this epiphany he gained was to be turned to actual action, then there would be no road back. Betrayal and service would become one and the same.

+What are you thinking?+ Defiance asked.

+I am thinking that the city needs a proper king,+ Mercy replied, gazing upon Avo. +I am thinking, thinking of how to disrupt all the pieces on this board, to strike a clean blow, and grant him a path forward, and grant us an opportunity to crown him with the City Eternal.+

+And how will this be done?+ Defiance asked.

+With the warmind, the Forgotten. Your suggestion remains true, but the target has changed.+

+And who is the target now?+ Defiance whispered, his voice almost treasonous.

+The Hungers, of course,+ Mercy replied. +Who else? Who else could see this coming? And who else holds the balance to the nether?+

+You know, if you do this, there will be no road back for us.+

+There was never any road back,+ Mercy said. +This was something that needed to be done a long time ago. And it’s only after your incorporation that I see it. The Hungers are masters individually. They were legends, artisans, geniuses, wonders all. But together, together they are fearful. Together they are so small and wretched. And so, what we need now is a radical transformation for our civilization and a new path forward. This moment, this place, the Court of Truth and the Gatekeeper—it will be our witness, and it will be our channel. There is no other opportunity, and there is no other way. Noloth will return as a power unless it is transformed.+

Defiance simply smiled beneath his hood. +Well, the Hungers did ask to be burned.+

+That they did, didn’t they?+ Mercy said. And with that, he cast his mind out to all the Famines of Joy before seizing them for his own use.

—[Avo]—

The space around the Hungers disordered. The feeling was faint at first, but then it grew stronger. Avo noticed a disappearance in the nether. It was like an absence forming across the vastness of the cognitive realm. They were shaped as if teeth closing around the City Eternal. And as they drifted forth, he prepared himself and marked the details on his cog feed for all connected to his mind to see.

Yet it was not he who needed to be worried.

As Jaus and Veylis sparred verbally, the Hungers reeled back, giving a cry of alarm. +Wait, what is this? Which one of you— No! Stop! Wait! No! Not—this won’t—MERCY, I WILL—+

And without warning, without preamble, and without a hint of explanation, the jaws of something unseen clamped down on the City Eternal. And all of a sudden, and the full weight of the collective Nether suddenly felt lightened as a cognitive disruption unlike any other swept through Avo and every other sophont on Idheim.