Chapter 125: Rough Scales

Chapter 125: Rough Scales

Truth was back in the reflection chamber. Naked again, but this time for a more practical than spiritual reason. Mastering the scales portion of Incisive was now an urgent necessity. He thought it was best to be comfortable in his own skin.

He looked around the tiny chamber. Still bare stone three meters square, a bowl, a mat, and nothing else. Only what he carried in with him. It had been... God, how long had it been? Not even a month, right? Or maybe a little over a month. Not long at all. But so much had changed. He had changed. The Truth who was carried out of this chamber last time was quite different from the Truth who walked in today.

Truth looked into the little basin of water. Strong face. The “him” before the well didn’t look much like this, but there were clues here and there. Something to the set of his eyes, particularly. That look that he had come to recognize as hardness. It probably said something that he saw hardness in his eyes when he looked at his reflection. Though the look was less mistrustful. It was less ready to lash out. Less afraid.

Had he learned to feel safe? To love himself and accept the love of others? The face in the water broke into a pained smile. No. Not really. He would probably spend the rest of his life learning to do that. However long that life wound up being.

In an odd sort of way, he was finding faith- faith that he would become someone who was enough. Someone who didn’t need to rely on outside strength. Someone who didn’t just join a fancy gang. Strength being defined as emotional, physical, and magical. He snorted- was faith in God just joining a fancy gang? Obviously, there was a lot more to it than that, but he did just rush some guys who had perched themselves unwisely at the intersection of politics and religion.

And who employed smugglers that called him a fuckboy. Which he would deny until the day he died.

Truth could believe that one day he would love himself. That one day, he could sincerely accept the love and goodwill of others. Not today, but one day. It was harder to believe that the words “I love you” wouldn’t stick in his throat. Hard to believe he could tell Etenesh what she deserved to hear.

Maybe he could tell her how scared those words made him feel. How vulnerable. How frightening it was to allow her to become a weakness of his. Admitting to her that she had a hold on him. He was overthinking it. He knew that. But still, the words sealed up in his throat and choked him.

He was stronger, faster, more elusive, and deadly in combat. His knowledge of the world had expanded exponentially. He felt like he was coming out of the valleys of ignorance and starting to climb the mountains of wisdom. He could see so much further now. He could see he wasn’t yet truly strong. He wasn’t yet safe.

So, the scales, then. They weren’t armor, not on a real snake, not in the spell. Thinking the scales looked like armor was a human thing. For the snakes, scales were just skin. Useful skin. They retained water in dry places and acted as camouflage or warnings to predators. They could even help the snake climb and move along the earth.

All well and good, but the spell was called Incisive, not Useful Things For Snakes. Botis named it that for a reason. The rest of the spell seemed to point directly to the name- the foresight, the cutting power, even the ability to debate or use rhetoric. But scales? How did scales tie into the word Incisive?

He knew what scales did for vipers in the wild, but Botis was a stellar demon of ancient and terrible power, just a few short steps from God. He was far, far more than just a snake. What did the scales mean to him?

Snakeskin. Shedding? Not really incisive. Just the opposite, actually. Identity? The camouflage or warning you show to the world? Again, not really incisive, and let’s be real, Botis gives exactly zero fucks about anyone’s opinion.

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Merkovah was delighted by Truth's progress when they sat for the tutorial.

“That is certainly one of the classic understandings of Incisive, though I will caution you that it is not the only one. Don’t go looking for texts on it. They are rare and can only slow you down now. Concentrate on your own conception and your understanding of Botis. The revelation on the mountaintop has given you an extraordinary edge in learning this spell. It would be a shame to slow your growth by internalizing the thoughts of others. Become competent with it first, then once you have stalled in your growth, go and see what other people thought.”

Truth thought that sounded sensible. However, “I want another crack at that demon if that would be OK?”

“Which demon?”

“Child Eater. The one you made a specialized curse tablet for?”

Merkovah shot to his feet. “BY THUNDER, YES! Merciful heavens, it has been a stressful, miserable few decades, and the last month has been particularly trying. No offense. You, Etenesh, and Jember have been some of the rare high points. It’s just hard to have a good time when the world is collapsing.”

Merkovah rubbed his hands.

“Yes indeed. Time to see what you can do now that you have some grasp of Incisive. And relieve some stress by torturing a truly wretched demon.”

“Should I pick up some snacks when I collect the cousins?”

“Yes. Get a variety, but avoid the “cheese” flavored plantain chips. I’ve investigated. The recipe is merely bad, not infernal, though the difference may be tiny.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“I wouldn’t even feed it to the Child Eater. Go!”