Riven sneered down at the prompt. Not going to make it out alive? What a fucking joke. As if he wasn’t walking a knife’s edge already. He’d been forced into scenario after scenario with little say in the matter, and he was goddamned tired of it. Anger and disgust surged through him, and his soul resonated with his will.
Fuck this phantom, fuck this hellscape, fuck Chalgathi, and fuck Elysium’s administrator. He’d do what he fucking wanted to do.
A ripple ran out from where Riven stood in the middle of the room, ever so faint…but the phantom in front of him imdiately lost her confidence.
“What are you doing?” Kajit asked warily, stiffly even, while moving slowly away to the other side of the room.
He focused on the shard of original sin in his soul complex, forcing it to wake up.
Another pulse radiated out from his body, and he gritted his teeth while clenching his fists in frustration. People or entities pushing him around would end now, right now, and after what Kajit had just said concerning not being able to devour his soul, it was only a matter of understanding. The pieces had clicked together, at least sowhat, because if the “great maw” was enough to deter a high-level phantom even while it wasn’t finished constructing its core…
He searched for her. His magic might not damage the ghost because she was likely recognized as a part of him by the mana he controlled, but that didn’t an his Gluttony core wouldn’t work. He searched inside himself, trying to scout out just where the phantom had lodged its own piece of being inside him, and it didn’t take long to find it. There, on the outskirts of his complex, a faint teal bubble pulsed with unnatural light.
He flexed his will, and Gluttony ca to life, howling inside his mind like an uncaged beast that tore through his spiritual grounds and rushed the phantom in a fury.
Athela watched him for so ti, unblinking and staring up at her warlock master while her eyes seed to twinkle with delight. She slowly nodded, then opened her mandibles…a sly expression that Riven had co to know as an arachnid smile playing at the corners of her fangs. Carefully, she pushed one leg into his right pocket. “You’re talking brave for being such a wuss! I think we should do it like we’d planned. But now that you’re asking , we have to proceed on one condition!”
Riven raised an eyebrow before sitting on the ground in front of her, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the mischievousness of his minion. “What’s that condition?”
She cocked her head and lightly tapped him on the nose with what could only be described as a giggle. Then she put two of her arachnid legs into his right pocket and pulled out the miracle stone they’d stolen from the Jabob demons. “You will address as Princess from now on! And I get to wear this as a crown jewel until it accepts you!”
The spider did a silly dance with the glowing red orb placed on her head, held there by two of her twelve legs. She strutted around as well as a spider could, going back and forth while humming to herself and bobbing her thorax up and down to emphasize her importance.
Riven could only snort and laugh, covering his mouth as he tried to remain quiet despite her ridiculous behavior. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am serious!” Athela protested with a gnashing of her fangs. “I am a princess, and I deserve a crown. Humph!”
Riven almost failed to see the abrupt change in Jalel a second later.
Almost.
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