Chapter 36: Thicker than Blood

Chapter 36: Thicker than Blood

How long had it been since Valdemar had faced his grandfathers portrait?

Days? Weeks? Time passed so quickly in Lord Bethors tower, especially since Valdemar had spent his time training or practicing magic. His painting had waited covered in cloth all this time, its own painter unable to face the ghostly echo within.

Valdemar and Marianne had put the portrait on a wall after disabling the Painted Field. Ktulu was busy playing in the bathrooms sink, leaving the two humans alone with the ghostly echo.

Valdemar? his grandfathers painted remains asked with an oblivious look in his eyes. Are you off playing outside again? Dont wander too far, or your mother will worry.

He doesnt remember anything, Valdemar thought as he glared at his grandsires echo. Even so long after the Silent Kings revelations, watching the mans face filled his grandson with rage and bitterness. Learning the countless atrocities he had made himself an accomplice of through the Verney Cult had only reinforced his loathing.

And yet and yet Valdemar had seen his grandfathers panic during his daughters ordeal beneath Verney Castle. He had tried to save her from Ialdaboaths attention and failed. Had he been deceived too?

Valdemar? Marianne asked while his grandfathers echo looked around in confusion.

I cant do it, Valdemar whispered. Just looking at the portrait made him confused.

You can, Marianne replied, you just dont want to.

No, he didnt. Valdemar knew the right questions to ask, but he was afraid of the answers. He was scared to see his doubts validated; to know that the family who had raised him only ever saw him as a curse, a tool, and a burden. That the cause for which Valdemar had dedicated his life had been a lie from the very start.

Lord Ochs words came to mind. All I offer is the truth, but it is true what fools say. Ignorance is bliss, and the path we walk is not a happy one.

Back then, Lord Och had said that his apprentice didnt understand his words. But now he did. Valdemar had been happy with his eyes closed, but the more he opened them, the greater his anguish. Each new revelation had left him feeling worse and more lonely than the last.

But its no longer about me, the sorcerer thought. Its about the world.

Why?

The word came out of his mouth on its own.

His grandfathers painting looked at him in confusion. Why, Valdemar?

Why was I born? Valdemar asked as he cleared his throat. Was I only a way home for you?

The silence stretched on for a few awkward seconds, the portraits face as still as a lifeless painting. For a moment, Valdemar thought that his grandfathers echo had fallen into another cognitive pitfall and simply couldnt process the question.

Yes, you were.

His grandfathers words were full of remorse, but they hurt all the same.

Valdemar clenched his fists while the portraits gaze turned hollow and distant. You sold out your own daughter to a Stranger to create a pair of doors, the sorcerer condemned his grandfather, his body shaking with rage. You condemned this entire world just for a ticket back home?

I was desperate, the painted ghost admitted, his voice breaking. I wanted to go home again. To my fianc and real family. This place this place is Hell.

Your real family? Valdemar snarled. Because my mother and I were only tools to you? Mom was just a grail to use and discard?

I didnt know His grandfathers echo sobbed as he held his head in his hands. I didnt know I didnt know Sarah would I didnt want any of this

You knew this would happen the moment you threw your lot in with a Stranger cult! This this cowardly trash watching him made Valdemars blood boil in his veins. How could he ever have looked up to him?

Mr. Dumont. Mariannes voice was softer, devoid of rage. Did you inform the authorities of the cults activities?

His grandfathers painting kept sobbing, heedless of the world around him.

He cant hear you, Valdemar replied angrily. He can only answer my questions.

Then ask him. Marianne locked eyes with her partner before he could protest. Please, Valdemar. Ask him.

What would it change to know that part? Valdemar argued bitterly.

A lot, and you know it. She let out a sigh. Are you so afraid of the truth?

Biting his tongue, Valdemar turned back to this shitstain of a painting. Did you rat out the Verney Cult to the Church of the Light?

The portrait twitched briefly as he dried his tears. The ghostly echo was fragile and raw emotions weakened its stability. I did, he confessed. I promised the inquisitors that I would tell them everything if they let us go. Me, Sarah, and you

But you didnt tell them everything, Marianne pointed out as she glanced at Valdemar. Or else the inquisitors would have executed him, promise of amnesty or not.

He was just protecting his ticket home, Valdemar thought angrily, but he asked the question anyway at Mariannes urging. Why didnt you tell them about me? To protect your gateway to Earth?

No, I his grandfather shook his head. Sarah she made me promise.

This time, Valdemars eyes widened. Mom?

I wanted to tell the inquisitors the truth to have the demon spawn destroyed, but Sarah She said she would kill herself if I did. She didnt want to lose you. Not like

Valdemar looked down in sadness. Not like Crtail?

It wasnt his fault, his grandfather sobbed. He was born wrong. Too much like his father, they said. He was hungry, but it was never enough. Your mother She lured him to sleep with the box. That was the only way to make him behave. But one day he he didnt wake up. But even in death, he he kept dreaming.

But you cannot die.

So you tossed his corpse in a well and tried to bury his restless spirit? Valdemar asked. He wanted to be angry, but he could only feel sorrow and pity for the brother he had never known.

Your mother there was no other way. She was the only one safe. He hated the living, and he wouldnt sleep The ghost of Pierre Dumont looked lost in his memories. Your mother she hoped they would find a way to help him rest one day, but we we never could.

His mother his mother sealed Crtail hoping it would let his tormented soul rest.

And now she had made him sullen. Marianne sighed as she looked at the firearms available, her eyes wandering from a rifle to another. She noticed one with three small barrels, the device barely larger than a hand. Ive never seen this kind, she muttered to herself.

The shopkeeper, a stone golem using a carved funeral mask for a face, turned to face her. This is a new one-handed weapon we recently reverse-engineered from the Derro Kingdom, he explained with a deep, bellowing voice. We call it a revolver. The range is smaller than a flintlock and the damage is mediocre, but it is easy to disguise and draw.

Interesting, Marianne said as she grabbed one, an exquisite steel weapon covered in dragon symbols. What about the munitions? How many shots can it fire before you have to reload?

Three. It is reliable, but I suggest using a rifle if you want more power. You can mitigate the problem if you turn it into a soulbound weapon and purchase enchanted bullets, but it will cost a fortune and you will need connections.

I could pay to have a soul bound to a weapon? It surprised Marianne. Soulbound items were excessively rare, since people needed a soulstone in the first place to manufacture them. Individuals wealthy enough to purchase one usually chose to be revived as undead or golems rather than have their spirit bound to a weapon or firearm.

Yes, if you have the militarys authorization, the golem replied with a nod. Lord Bethor does not waste resources. Prisoners with the death penalty unfit for military service have their soul extracted to power weapons, and their body is repurposed into a mindless undead thrall. The souls of murderers make especially good firearms, since their bloodlust carries through the bullets.

A soulbound revolver would probably pierce through Shelleys skin. Although Marianne had trained to rely on her own strength, having a back-up weapon that wouldnt tap into her bones for projectiles couldnt hurt. How much would it cost?

The military will need to place an order on your behalf for a soulbound revolver. Report to your superior, but I doubt they will agree. Such weapons are usually reserved for the best units.

I will try my luck all the same, Marianne replied. She believed Lord Bethor wouldnt mind, especially since she intended to enchant the bullets herself. She had an idea in mind that could prove especially deadly to the likes of Shelley and other wererats.

Bullets wont work, Marianne

The voicean inhuman, shadowy whisperechoed in her head while a chilling feeling took root in her mind. Invisible hands wormed their way into her brain and wove words from her thoughts

Mariannes head immediately snapped around her, trying to locate the source of the voice. The alien feeling in her mind vanished as if had never been here, the strange words drowned out by the noise of the forges. Ktulu briefly peeked through the bags opening as if startled by her reaction, but quickly hid back inside.

Did you hear that? Marianne asked.

Valdemar emerged from his thoughts long enough to answer. Hear what?

Since the golem looked just as confused, Marianne kept her mouth shut to avoid appearing like a madwoman. Had her mind played a trick of perceptions on her? Or had she misheard something from the forges?

In any case, she took the forgemasters coordinates to place an order later and left with Valdemar for the food stands. They were few and far between, offering little more than smoked meat.

I would kill for a vegetable plate, Marianne thought as she examined a stand of dried and fried fish. An undead worker had gathered an unusual collection of salmon, tuna, and strange creatures, but none that interested either Marianne or Valdemar.

He requires fish, Marianne

This time, Marianne looked straight at Valdemars bag. As she suspected, Ktulu was discreetly peeking out, his six cute eyes looking insistently at her. Ktuluh, it whispered while pointing a finger at the salmon among the various products. Ktulhu.

Shush, Valdemar whispered back, the familiar hiding back inside the bag before someone could see him. Ill take a few, I promise.

Marianne wondered if Ktulu was the source of the voice, until she remembered that it said he rather than I. She glanced down at Valdemars shadow, noticing three red lights briefly flaring on the shades head before being swallowed by darkness.

So thats how it is, Marianne thought as she focused back on the stand. I will buy six salmon, she said.

I will keep you safe, Marianne

Strangely, Valdemar seemed blissfully unaware of his pet monsters antics. I didnt take you for a fish person, he told his companion. But I can cook something with mushrooms when we get home.

You can cook? Marianne asked in surprise.

Yes, of course. I have been on my own for a while. Valdemar turned his head in her direction, his eyes piercing through the helmet. You never learned to?

I Marianne sighed in embarrassment. To my shame, I did not. Bertrand always cooked for me.

What is there to be ashamed of? Valdemar asked as he paid the undead worker, and received the tribute of fish in a separate bag. Ktulu grew agitated inside his own, perhaps displeased to have to wait to eat his dinner. I will teach you.

That would be kind, Marianne replied. And it will help you take your mind off your family.

As if he had heard her thoughts, Valdemar turned to gaze at Lord Bethors tower. The iron building could be seen everywhere in Sabaoth. Marianne?

Yes, Valdemar?

Do you think Crtail is a monster? he asked as they walked through the noisy alleys. Even after all you have learned?

Marianne considered her answer carefully. She thought back of Vernburg, of the Qlippoths playing humans inside its borders, of all the evidence she had gathered across this long and deadly case.

No, she replied. I think theres still a trace of humanity left inside.

His head snapped in her direction. Why?

The villages Qlippoths played humans, and the most lifelike of them was Crtails nurse. The one who took care of him alongside your mother. If your sibling is the demiplanes source, why wasnt he dreaming of horrors? Why was he dreaming of someone who he thought of as a motherly figure?

Why was he dreaming of Qlippoths playing human instead? Why did its Lilith handmaiden choose his mothers appearance as her vessel?

Your mothers music box lured him to sleep too, Marianne pointed out. I havent heard of any monster that behaved this way. His behavior is more that of a child with great powers than a destroyer of worlds. But Valdemar, someone who spent twenty years trapped at the bottom of a well, is never going to be normal again.

I know. I have seen him. He is a tormented soul full of pain and hunger. But He shook his head. Do you think there could be another way to deal with him? Outside of murder?

Do you think there could be another way to save Bertrand than killing him?

I already answered that before.

Then you answered your own question. Killing is the easy way to solve a problem, but its not the only one. Or else our entire society wouldnt exist. Marianne put a hand on his shoulder. I dont think you can turn him human, not after all he went through but a better option than murder might present itself.

Valdemar looked at her hand in silence, before nodding to himself. Im not going to destroy Crtail. He is innocent in all of this; just another victim of that filthy cult. Destroying him is not what my mother would have wanted.

He clenched his fist with determination.

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