5.12 – Borrow

5.12 – Borrow

The conversation from there went to lighter topics—with both Jacquelyn and Delta seeming more eager to flirt than discuss the Church and its principles. Zoey trusted that Delta knew what she was doing, so she played along. It wasn’t like it was unpleasant. Though the flash of zealotry had been off-putting, Jacquelyn was a great conversationalist, and Zoey had always been weak to pretty women.

Unfortunately, Jacquelyn needed to extract herself from the conversation; she had other guests to entertain, or rather, recruit. She suggested Zoey and Delta come find her after the event. Zoey was tempted to take her up on the offer, regardless that she and Delta had other goals today, and regardless of the rather disconcerting bit of fervency she’d displayed. By the way Delta’s eyes tracked Jacquelyn’s sashaying hips as she left, then how she quirked an eyebrow at Zoey, Zoey could tell Delta agreed. They silently agreed they’d figure out where that was going later, though; they really did have more pressing goals.

Not longer after Jacquelyn’s departure, the main speaker arrived and got everyone’s attention. The guests, who’d been scattered through the hall either eating or socializing, gathered around the raised platform. There was a decent amount of people, so a crowd formed. The man’s voice was amplified through magical means, carrying far, which meant they didn’t have to pack too tightly together to hear.

The following minutes comprised Zoey’s first-ever introductory cult pitch. It was a lot more moderated than Jacquelyn’s diving-in of the topics, but held the same general idea—that misbehavior among those granted powerful classes, both combat-oriented and not, was causing the literal erosion and destruction of the world. Dressed up in a calm, reasonable tone, Zoey could how people would buy into it. People believed far crazier things, even from Zoey’s world, where magic wasn’t real. And by cult standards, even, she would call it downright tame. They weren’t trying to summon demons or end the world or such. Though, to be honest, the exact goals of the group eluded her. They hardly divulged their full plans. Zoey assumed that was intentional. Deeper integration into the Church undoubtedly led to unpleasant realizations, but initial recruits weren’t privy to them just yet.

Following the speech, what everyone had been waiting for arrived. They made a great show of carrying out the mysterious ‘proof’ wrapped in black cloth, as if transporting some delicate, arcane artifact. Which was close to the truth, Zoey knew, having been told in advance by Jacquelyn. If they’d really found a ‘broken item’, so to say, then they were in possession of something incredibly rare. Because had the decaying shards been something common, or the resulting ‘broken items’, then this small-time cult wouldn’t be thought of as insane people—the secret would be out in the open, and likely, the world in a frenzy as they came to terms with their fundamental laws breaking down.

“Please be advised,” the speaker said, “that this will be unpleasant, but perfectly safe. One of our members recently found this in an expedition of hers. It is proof of our claims. That the world is coming apart at the seams.”

Without further ceremony, he unveiled the artifact.

Interested, Zoey inspected the item, a clear, unblemished crystal ball. So did most of the crowd.

She, as many others, winced, a wave going through the group as a jumbled cacophony of information entered their heads. It was similar to the item they’d found down in their own shard, but far worse. Her team had come upon a ‘chewed on’ shard, for a lack of perfect terminology. The invader had destabilized Mel’s home but had ultimately left it functional and in-tact in the ways that mattered.

This item, however, was far more dilapidated. Chewed up and spat out, nearly completely broken. Zoey couldn’t even intuit an impression of what the description should have been, as she had with the remote vibrator. Only a complete, jarring mess.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

The crowd broke out into worried whispers and even some loud exclamations. Zoey, for her part, shared a concerned look with Delta.

It was the last confirmation they’d needed. Whether these people had information on the shard-eaters or not, they at a minimum had a member who had been to a broken shard. Lacking any other lead, finding and speaking to that person was the best path toward information they had.

Soon, Zoey had secured cloth around Delta’s mouth, and some test yells showed she was well and muffled. This far away from the main hall, nobody would be able to hear her—it would be difficult even out in the empty hallway.

“Is this ... how you prefer doing this?” Jacquelyn asked, confused. The previously excited glint in her eyes had traded for confusion—though she didn’t seem entirely put off.

Zoey paused, then quirked an eyebrow at Delta, wondering the answer to the question. Her gag meant Zoey couldn’t get her exact response, but she intuited the spirit behind her shrug and wiggled eyebrows: Delta wouldn’t be wholly against it.

With Delta secured and gagged, Zoey faced Jacquelyn. She grimaced. “I really am sorry about this,” she said. “It’s ... necessary.” To save the world, in fact, which outweighed most minor issues over morality. Still, Zoey had certainly never abducted a woman’s body to use it to invade a cult’s leadership before.

“Sorry?” Jacquelyn asked, still totally oblivious. She didn’t distrust the two of them in the slightest. That almost made it worse.

Zoey held up the Mirror of Deep Echoes in front of Delta’s face and pointed toward Jacquelyn.

Both of them stiffened.

Jacquelyn—Delta, now—looked down at her hands. She rolled her shoulders.

“Huh. I forgot how weird this feels.”

Delta turned her attention to the tied-up Delta—Jacquelyn, now—who watched with baffled wide eyes, frozen in shock—then quickly started to struggle.

“Yeah, we really are sorry,” Delta said. “This is kind of an asshole move, we know. But I swear you’ll be fine. We need your body to do some sneaking around. It’ll be yours again in less than an hour.”

Panicked muffled noises were all the two of them received. Jacquelyn-Delta struggled against her bindings, but all she achieved was rattling some items on the shelf. She didn’t have Delta’s improved strength; her body was as strong as a normal human’s, and Zoey had tied her down with several loops of thick rope. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Delta watched Jacquelyn struggle for a moment, then grimaced a second time. She turned to Zoey, then said, “Well. Let’s not waste any time. We have a cult to invade.”