523. Welcome to Three – One

523. Welcome to Three – One

“We have arrived at our destination: Three – One.” The Train Conductor announced as the train came to an abrupt stop.

Cool air sept through the crevices of their scuttle as the sound of mechanical shuffling from outside roused interest in the Moons. It was a sound that lacked the clumsiness of the living. The footsteps eventually subsided just outside of the train doors as the Conductor turned his back to them all, bidding them farewell.

“This is your last chance to leave.” He warned, but the Moons only rose to their feet with adamant drive. “Wear the marking of your loyalty to the Head with pride then.”

The Missionary was the first to depart into the frozen landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see. Snow shavings fell from the sky as the groan of pipework reverberated throughout the world.

She was greeted by beings neither living nor dead. Enlarged mechanical hands stood proudly like spiders on their fingertips. Their bodies were a steel mesh and various liquids could be seen running through their hollowed lattice.

They were easily larger than an Octanid, and the Missionary grinned in response to their obvious inspiration.

“And I believed Act X was the first that took after the Anids. This is not the Inflow Direct we have come to know.” The Moons were far more surprised by the revelation of the giant hands that scuttled to make room for them.

Smaller hands of mechanical make magically floated behind their backs, scribing bloodied words from a crimson quill. The book dripped with blood that soon evaporated into a red mist before it reached the ground despite the arctic environment.

Several figures approached them from far ahead. Behind them was an industrial complex that was frozen all over. But little by little, the reverberations caused more shavings from the world around them to release what was once buried.

A pair of crimson eyes stared back at the Moons unwaveringly as the centermost Healer took the book from the floating, mechanical hand and opened it, revealing an arrangement of letters that only her kind could interpret.

Their hoods flew back as another shockwave was emitted by the book, revealing the faces of the healers. The ‘eye’ was in fact an orb that glowed in the middle of what appeared to be a gas mask that only covered their mouths. Red fluids flooded through a glass chamber where their mouth was.

The Expositionist’ eyes widened in utter disbelief as the Healers began reciting what sounded like a prayer from the book of blood.

“Blood Angels... That means – You are...!”

The book sealed shut, and the Librarian’s illuminous eyes trembled as they gazed deeply into their red irises.

“From the rise of the First Advent.” One ‘Blood Angel’ responded as the others turned their backs and began to march towards the frozen industrial complex.

As more of the frost thawed away, the silhouette of a gothic-styled castle revealed itself. Brown banners collapsed over its battlements, and they were all smeared with bloodied words.

“Impressive that you recognize us. We thought we were long lost to time, and for good reason. No matter. Moons. Recite to us your names one by one. They shall be written, and one elsewhere shall bear the burden of the curse.”

“Why... why are you... how...? You were alive during the book burnings of the fifth year after the First Advent. I thought our Hearts consisted of you too...?” The Expositionist was in a state of total shock. This entire time she believed that people from the era of the First Advent had made up the entirety of the Librarians and were the source of the woes of her Heart.

But to her shock, the very victims of that dark time were still alive.