Chapter 11: Slow Progress

Chapter 11: Slow Progress

Hermanns master was just as odd as he was.

The droning song of flies and cavern locusts heralded his coming in the Hall of Rituals, alongside a black mass of spiders creeping down the walls. A swirling tide of maggots fell from the ceiling, piling up next to one of the twelve columns holding up the underground dome.

Valdemar watched in amazement as the insects and arachnids gathered in the shape of a giant humanoid whose head reached the ten meters-tall ceiling. The swarms spiders worked as one to form a cloak of silk covering the monsters gruesome appearance. Twin yellow stars glowed beneath the hood, gazing down at Hermann and Valdemar.

Master Loctis. Hermann bowed deeply before the monstrous swarm. Thank you for coming.

Though the insects continued to drone, chitter and sing, one word cut through the noise.

Student. The swarms voice was as mighty as a dragons roar, deep, sinister, and undoubtedly male. Are you ready to begin?

Yes as you can see. Hermann raised his chin and waved a clawed hand at the center of the room.

As per the procedure, the group had rented the Hall of Rituals for their experiment, and outfitted it with the necessary equipment. A summoning circle of blood, salt, and silver surrounded a pile of gold and a dozen rodents corpses. The wealth would serve to attract the Collector, and the flesh to help it take physical form.

Valdemar and Hermann had also set a mounted canvas outside the circle, more than two meters tall and almost as large. Though the duo had originally intended to either wound or sacrifice the Qlippoth once they extracted its blood, another idea came to mind as they prepared. They had soaked the canvas with their blood, to serve as a spiritual anchor for the creature.

But Valdemar preferred to focus on the walking swarm rather than the summoning circle. He had already crossed paths with a similar creature when he arrived at the Institute, but couldnt observe him up close. Thousands if not millions of critters made up this entity, this Loctis. Valdemar analyzed them with his psychic sight, sensing the threads of magic binding them together. They were like droplets forming a large pool connected to others by invisible drains.

You are not really here, are you? Valdemar guessed, after offering Hermanns master a polite nod.

I am everywhere you hear the song of my swarm, manling, Loctis replied as it turned its face at the speaker. Valdemar felt the will of something ancient and sinister looking through the vermins eyes. But you are correct. This avatar is but one of many. As is the one you met when you crawled into this den of stone.

For a moment, Valdemar thought he faced the most powerful animancer he had ever seen, but the reality turned out to be far more impressive. Each insect contained a piece of soul, so small the summoner could barely perceive it. But together, all these small lights formed a brilliant tapestry radiating with power. One that rivaled even Lord Ochs.

You bound your soul to a hive of insects, Lord Loctis? Valdemar knew some animancers could transfer their soul into an animals body, but he had never heard of someone doing it to millions of them at once. May I ask how?

Each insect holds a piece of my consciousness, the sentient swarm answered, though he didnt go into the details. My intellect waxes and wanes with their numbers. I am one, manling, and I am many.

All breeds of insects share a familial bond, Valdemar thought as he observed the swarm. They tasted blood, and were bound by it as will all their descendants.

But could a human soul resist being torn apart in so many pieces? Very few sorcerers could afford cutting off pieces of their essence without damaging their sanity and sense of self. Yet Valdemar detected no madness in the swarms aura. If anything, it stood out by its focus, its singularity of purpose.

The fact Loctis called Valdemar manling made the sorcerer wonder how human the swarm remained though.

A skilled sorcerer can sculpt their soul like clay, and polish it like a stone, Loctis buzzed as he sensed Valdemars confusion. Though disturbing to look at and listen to, the creatures calm, educational tone somehow felt reassuring. Lord Och already guided you through the first steps. Perhaps one day, you shall transcend individuality and achieve the peace of the multitude.

Valdemar would rather achieve a less disgusting form of immortality, but he couldnt help but respect Loctis feat.

My Master is a biomancer, Hermann said. A sculptor of life an artist of flesh. Life is his canvas.

I can see why he became your teacher then, Valdemar replied with a smile. Lord Loctis, may I ask why you chose to join us today?

The creature you intend to summon shares characteristics with arachnids, the swarm explained. We shall see how many. I have studied all the lifeforms inhabiting this world, but paid little attention to the Qlippoths and denizens of other planes so far. This is an opportunity to cover a gap in my knowledge.

Master Loctis wishes to assimilate the Qlippoth into his swarm if we fail to bind it, Hermann explained. To consume its knowledge and subsume its mind.

Assimilate a Collector? Is that even possible? Valdemar asked in shock. A Collector wasnt truly a spider, it only had the shape of one.

I do not know either Hermann cleared his throat, while Loctis remained as quiet as a giant pile of insects could be. We shall find out.

Valdemar didnt hide his skepticism. The attempt was more likely to end with the Qlippoths essence overwhelming Loctis mind than anything. And yet no common sorcerer could bind their soul to millions of creatures at once either.

Begin, Loctis ordered.

Yes, yes, Valdemar replied as he knelt before the summoning circle. Hermann?

The troglodyte nodded slowly as he grabbed his paintbrush, waiting next to the portrait. Hermann raised his magical defenses, an invisible shield of psychic energy forming around him. Valdemar mentally probed his defenses to test them, and he didnt like what he saw.

Hermann, your shield is passable, but a bit weak, Valdemar warned his colleague. He knew he shouldnt complain since the likes of Och could shred through his own like tissue paper, but the summoner had no idea how powerful the Collector might prove to be. Cant you strengthen it further?

I I admit I focused more on practical uses of magic than combat-related applications. Hermann sounded a bit embarrassed about that. You said your summoning circle would hold the creature.

It should. Valdemar had checked multiple times. But should doesnt mean it will.

I will step in if anything happens, Loctis droned with impatience. Carry on.

If the hive insisted...

Hermann and Valdemar had originally planned to wound the creature on arrival, extract its blood, and then banish it... but the troglodyte had suggested a more daring alternative. They wouldnt kill the Qlippoth, but bind its essence and trap it into a painting to achieve a great feat in pictomancy.

They would create a painted place.

At least, that was the best-case scenario. Valdemar had faith in his summoning abilities, but he knew better than to underestimate a Qlippoth. He felt Loctis gaze on his back as he knelt next to the circle, channeling the Blood through it.

Collector of names and member of the fifth caste, I call thee from the depths of the Outer Darkness! Valdemar chanted, as a red glow coursed through the summoning circle. Spinner of wealth, I offer you this tribute by the grace of the Nahemoths!

Valdemar felt a chill run down his spine, as his Blood weakened the invisible veil separating the planes. His call echoed beyond the material universe and didnt go unheard. A powerful presence immediately took notice.

The world grew cold as Valdemar sensed his lifeforce drained away. The circle funneled his magic towards its center, soaking up the treasures and flesh like water. An alien force sank its teeth into this offering, using it to manifest.

The rodents corpses inside the circle started to dissolve into goo, mixing with the coins. The metal melted and expanded into a sphere, as an invisible force reshaped it into a vessel for its otherworldly essence.

Valdemar watched in amazement as this bubble of gold and flesh grew into a tangle of red spidery legs topped with sharp blades and far too many for a single spider to support. A chitinous body of red plates formed at their center, topped with a dozen yellow, gemstone eyes. A mouth opened in their midst, filled with insectoid fangs.

MINE! The word telepathically echoed inside Valdemars skull through the summoning bond, as clear as water. Mine, mine, mine! Its all mine! You are all mine!

The monstrosity grew larger than a giant beetle, its many legs pushing the summoning circle in all directions. When they touched the boundaries of blood and salt, a barrier of red energy formed to stop them. The creature madly thrashed against its prison, its eyes glowing with otherworldly madness.

A pulse of psychic energy erupted from inside the circle, and Valdemar sensed this telepathic wave crash against his magical defenses. Did I make an error with the circle? the summoner thought in alarm.

Your souls are mine! The abomination telepathically raged through the telepathic link. Valdemar grinded his teeth, as the beasts hits against his barrier reverberated through his bones. One of the Qlippoths eyes glared at Hermann, and another at Valdemar himself, bathing them in golden light. Your bones are mine, and this land too! Let me out! LET ME OUT!

Hermann, now! Valdemar shouted. Now that the creature had fully manifested, the summoner needed assistance to bind it in the painting. Hermann!

But nobody answered.

Valdemar turned his head at the troglodyte, only to find him frozen in place by the Qlippoths luminous gaze. A golden, weblike ectoplasmic substance coated Hermanns body, preventing the pictomancer from moving. His eyes were lifeless, his limbs as still as his paintings.

Damn, the summoning circle contained the beast, but not its power!

Hermann! Valdemar shouted, trying to shake his friend out of his temporal paralysis. Hermann, damn it, I cant hold him alone!

While struggling to maintain the summoning circles integrity, Valdemar psychically probed the troglodytes magical defenses in the hope of strengthening them and found them intact. Whatever spell the Collector had cast, it completely bypassed Hermanns protections.

Worse, the same substance had spread to Loctis silk cloak, freezing it in space and time. But unlike his student, the Master somehow remained capable of moving.

Many pictomancers created pocket dimensions, but none used a summoned creature as its fuel, the lich answered with a shrug. You can achieve a similar result with five human sacrifices and a kitten.

That was oddly specific. Thankfully, Hermann had more ethics than the lich.

I didnt know you were familiar with pictomancy, my teacher, Valdemar admitted. Do not take it the wrong way, but you do not look the artistic type.

I do not have your appetite for the arts nor Hermanns talent with a paintbrush, but I studied all forms of magic. A few pictomancers achieved a form of immortality similar to lichdom by binding their soul to their own portrait, and I sought to understand the process better.

Did you bind your soul to a portrait, my teacher?

Are you fishing for information about my phylactery, apprentice? The lich sounded more amused than anything. I decided against using a painting. I do not denigrate the great feat of achieving immortality through pictomancy, but I found this method imperfect.

Because the painting degrades?

That can be solved easily enough with the right spells, Lord Och replied dismissively. The problem is simpler, my apprentice. A sorcerer binding their soul to a portrait will always reflect it. They will never grow old, their wounds will close. But they remain unchanging, and thralls to their vanity, their passions, their lusts. Lichdom is the superior form of immortality because it frees the mind from these foolish temptations.

The answer made Valdemar smile. I suppose you have a poor opinion of vampires?

I do. The disdain in the lichs voice was real enough. I will never understand their appeal. I do not even consider them true undead, since they still need to feed. Vampires are a botched work.

The lich eventually led them to a small fountain inside the maze. A statue of a hooded, cyclopean creature poured water in a marble basin full of algae and translucent fish. Valdemar analyzed them with his psychic sight, and realized a biomancer had enhanced both animals and plants to make the small ecosystem self-sustaining. The fishs excretions nourished the algae that then produced oxygen and nutrients for the local animals.

What life lesson did you take from this adventure? Lord Och asked his apprentice, as he gazed at the pure waters.

Considering the life lesson part, Valdemar guessed the lich asked for wisdom rather than practical knowledge. The Collector was more powerful than I imagined. I shouldnt have underestimated it and prepared better.

A wise answer, apprentice, but not the one I wished to hear.

Lord Och glanced at a fish and telekinetically pulled it out of the water.

Let me tell you a secret about the Strangers, the Qlippoths, and all these arrogant creatures inhabiting our world, the lich said, as he coldly watched the captive animal struggling to escape his invisible grasp. You may meet a few pretending to be as old as the world, to have created mankind, or to claim godhood. It may even be true.

Valdemar raised an eyebrow, knowing such claims would have given an inquisitor a dire case of apoplexy.

But no matter how powerful they look, we can overcome these entities. The lich released the fish, letting it sink into the basin. Valdemar let out a sigh of relief upon seeing it flee for the bottom, as far away from the surface as possible. The gods do not deserve our worship, let alone our suffering. If these beings achieved great power, so can we; for there is no limit to the human genius.

There was something oddly reassuring in the Dark Lords cold, calm arrogance. Inspiring even. Impossible is but a word, Valdemar said. Countless people told him reaching Earth was impossible, and he would prove them all wrong.

Indeed. Lord Och put his hands behind his back while glancing at the cyclops statue. This realization should have given you clarity, and yet your mind remains clouded.

Im Im asking myself questions, Valdemar admitted, his own gaze turning to the water. Ive noticed a few strange occurances, and I dont know what to make of them.

The lich scoffed. Enlighten me.

The Collectors power didnt affect me and it stopped resisting my attempts to bind it, even though it had more than enough strength to fight back. Valdemar had wondered if it had been a trick, but the summoner had felt the creatures essence bend to his will as he reshaped it into a pocket dimension. It simply submitted.

You should take pride in your power.

It felt too easy, Valdemar replied. And someone commented on my stench.

I suggest perfume, the lich quipped. It works wonders for me.

Except that when I asked Hermann about it, he replied that I smelled like the Collector we just bound. I also heal far faster than anyone I know. I didnt think much of it beforehand, but when I add all these details together...

You feel there is something unnatural about you, young Valdemar?

I dont feel, I think. Valdemar scowled at the Dark Lord. And I know you suspect something too, my teacher. You sent Marianne to dig into my family history to confirm whatever hypothesis you made.

The lichs silence spoke louder than any word.

How did you learn to summon Qlippoths? Lord Och eventually asked, though he refused to turn around and face his apprentice.

Valdemar frowned in confusion. I bought a manual at the Midnight Market.

Did you? the lich asked innocently.

You can ask my empty purse, Valdemar replied with insolence.

Did you find this book, or did the book find its way to you? Lord Och looked over his shoulder, the glowing light in his sockets faltering. Are your dreams truly dreams? Are they even your own?

Of course the Dark Lord would answer a question with more questions. What are you getting at, my teacher?

That if you want to learn the truth, you should ask yourself the right questions. The lich turned around and faced his apprentice. I do not ask questions to confuse you, young Valdemar, but because the journey to an answer is as valuable as the answer itself. Life is a test, and effort builds character.

So if I want any answer, Ill have to find them myself? So much for tutoring.

Careful, young Valdemar, the Dark Lord said with cold amusement, having read his apprentices thoughts. I can tolerate insolence, but not ungratefulness. Have I not been helpful to you?

You have, Valdemar conceded. He wouldnt have met teachers like Hermann without the Dark Lords support, nor glimpsed at the true nature of the world without his guidance. The Institute had given him more resources than he could have ever hoped for.

But Lord Och was still a manipulative ass who withheld information from his apprentice, while putting him through potentially deadly tests.

Do you expect me to coddle you, apprentice? The lich chuckled. Like a blacksmith molding the perfect blade by hammering the steel over and over again, I will reshape you into the greatest sorcerer you can be.

How does keeping secrets from me help with the tempering process? Valdemar asked with a dubious frown.

Because you are the only one who can find yourself, young Valdemar, the Dark Lord replied with surprising gravitas. If I told you of my suspicions, they would influence you. I can teach you how to practice magic, to bend reality to your will, but I cannot tell you who you are. No one can do that, except you.

Valdemar crossed his arms, but took the time to consider his mentors words.

Who was he? He didnt need anybody to tell him that. He was Valdemar Verney, seeker of Earth, and that would never change. Though he was angry with the Dark Lord for keeping his cards close to chest, in the end, it didnt matter. Valdemar had taken him up on his offer of apprenticeship to open a path to Earth, not to learn more about himself. He could do that on his own.

Fine, Valdemar said. Ill find the truth myself.

Thats the spirit. The lich decided to throw him a bone. I did promise I would share one of my secrets with you if you proved an apt disciple, and I shall deliver. Tell me, what do you know of the ancient Pleromians?

That they built this place and many other monuments, Valdemar replied. Until their civilization went extinct, though nobody knows how.

Dont you find it strange though, that an entire population could die without leaving any trace?

Well, I did consider another possibility, Valdemar admitted. That they arent dead. That they just moved on.

But where could an entire civilization go without leaving a trace? Underland is a vast place, but they should have left hints. The lich tilted his head to the side. Unless they went... elsewhere?

Valdemars eyes widened, as a possibility formed in his mind. No way...

It is time I show you what stirs beneath our feet, young Valdemar. Lord Och put his hand on Valdemars shoulder, as space twisted around them. And where the Pleromians went.nove(l)bi(n.)com