Chapter 137: Pyrrhic VII

Chapter 137: Pyrrhic VII

Holy hells. Guemon breathed out.

I glanced around the room, intentionally avoiding Mayas expression for the moment. Guemon and Persephone were much as I remembered them, though there were minor changes. Guemon was still a rotund, brash looking man. At some point in my absence, one of his horns had broken off, making his appearance asymmetrical and slightly unhinged. nove(l)bi(n.)com

Persephone looked far worse for wear. Id once found the bisected nature that reflected her heritage an interesting dichotomythe left side of her face was comprised of dark chitin, while the right side a half-visage of a beautiful violet infernal woman. Terror and beauty isolated in features split directly down the middle. The demon hadnt changed much, but the woman had developed dark bags under her eyes, and she toyed with a xescalt flask in her lap.

Despite being generally tough as hell, she was clearly still grieving the loss of her son.

Maya, on the other hand, was utterly inscrutable. Her expression was set in an almost regal apathy, and her dark hair was cut short, tied back in a severe ponytail. The resemblance she shared with her mother was far more striking than before, and she now had a self-assured air that replaced the kindly, nervous atmosphere she previously projected.

I spoke on instinct before anyone paid heed to my gawking. Id strongly advise against sending a messenger to sue for negotiations. Guemon is correct. It wont end well.

The Sanctum was good to you. Persephone observed quietly.

Guemon pressed a hand to his forehead. Well, happy fucking resurrection and welcome back to the fray. What the hells, Ralakos. How long were you hiding this under your tabard? He glared at the elder.

I didnt know. Ralakos shook his head. If I were to guess, only a few elders in the Sanctum were aware. And they tend to hold their secrets close.

Time is short. I interjected, trying to skip over the initial shock.

Yes. We do not have the luxury of mincing words. Maya said, her voice perfectly even. Thus, I would question the wisdom of bringing an outsiderin hiding for years, cut off from all information and news from the outside worldinto a war council at such a critical moment.

Persephone chortled to herself as Guemon stared at Maya, as confused as I was. Hes the human heir. Groomed for that very purpose. Even if his knowledge is out of date, he still holds a far more profound understanding of their politics and insight into the king than any of us.

It was a strange inversion of how I expected this to go. Guemon was defending me while Maya took the offensive, instead of the other way around.

What Cairn holds, Mayas calm cracked, showing a hint of cold fury beneath. Is an over-inflated sense of importance and self-aggrandizement. Any authority he possesses is immediately undermined by the man marching an army to the enclave. If anything, his presence places us in greater danger. Unless, of course, hes willing to cut bait and return home.

I dont see a way around that, to be honest. I admitted.

Because you have another angle. Maya gave me an unimpressed look.

No. I shrugged. I needed to return to Whitefall eventually. There are matters that require my attention, and have been unchecked for too long. I glanced at Guemon and Persephone. My intent was to do so after my accolades had grownmore leverage that waybut I suspect the only thing that will stop my father now is the return of a son he thought dead.

Were we all so lucky. Persephone took a long pull from her flask, and didnt bother refastening the cover.

Unless I was reading her wrong, Mayas disposition grew even more frigid.

Id like to fix the dimension gate before I go. I said, holding out my palm and letting violet flame dance across my palm in complex patterns. Ive fully mastered the Dantalions third stage. Will we have time for the repairs before my father arrives?

A sense of gloom overcame the inhabitants, answering the question before anyone spoke.

They did an excellent job mimicking the sort of styling popular amongst human royals, and by the time they were done I barely recognized myself.

Kilvius stopped in briefly to welcome me back, though he didnt stay long. It turned out he was working with Persephone now. Though he was vague on the specifics.

Ralakos stood with his hands behind my back in the parlor of what were once my rooms. A sense of nostalgia washed over me as I approached the bookshelves, running my fingers across their weathered spines. I missed this place. The wealth of knowledge just pages away. I found a few libraries within the Sanctum chambers, but they were mostly written in languages unknown to me. Or archaic demonic. Which is

Devilish? Ralakos joked.

Yes. Almost entirely different from the language now. I turned to him. Any news from Bellarex?

Ralakoss expression darkened. I cant say Im pleased with your handling of her. Especially considering what happened to her father. There is only so much a person can take.

I cringed, a wave of familiar guilt resurfacing. Our options were limited. But yes. It wasnt ideal.

Ralakos sighed, the darkness subsiding, and strode to the bookcase, seemingly looking for one book in particular. There were sporadic letters. Coded. The cypher wasnt particularly complex, and I imagine if she was caught sending them, that would have been the end for her. Unfortunately, the adversary seems to keep her on a long lead and well outside the inner circle. Still, Bellarex was able to confirm Thoths movements, eventually confirming her plans to leave the continent. Subsequently, nothing. Thats to be expected. The cost of sending a missive overseas is astronomical. The councillor plucked a book from the bookcase and opened it, revealing a hollowed-out section that contained several letters, organized by date. You might get more out of them than I did. Take them. I made copies.

I took the letters gingerly, committing to comb through them at the earliest opportunity. It was the least I could do. A mix of guilt and curiosity got the better of me.

Did she seem alright? In the letters?

Ralakos rubbed his forehead. For the first time, the kindly visage fell away, revealing the tired person beneath. He looked almost frail. Shes conflicted. Understandably. In her eyes, she killed a dear friend at his behest to save her people, only for those same people to exile and pelt her with stones. How do you think shes doing?

I think I hesitated, the letters feeling heavy in my hand, When Thoth returns to Uskar, we need to extract her as soon as possible.

Yes. Assuming she even wants to return.

What?

Just read through the letters when you can. Ralakos waved my questions away.

I was about to push for more information when a knock at the door interrupted us.

Come in. Ralakos answered.

A violet, middle-age infernal in full xescalt plate stuck his head in the door. Is he here?

My jaw dropped as I recognized him as Ralakoss son. A son that was meant to be dead.

Xarmos? Youre alive? I couldnt keep the incredulity out of my voice.

Xarmos feigned hurt. You wound me, Cairn. I never doubted your return. And from the look of you, Ive been waiting far longer.