Father of Monstrosity XXXIX

XXXIX.

His na had been Actually, he no longer rembered. He was a cackling dervish of protruding crystallised weapons ford from his hardened epidermis, onto which fell scores of innocent souls and helpless guardsn.

In the wake of his ceaseless slaughter lay ruin and carnage, those few surviving the ordeal scarred and robbed of life, their eyes staring blankly around them in a mind-addled confusion.

He was heading east, or, rather, the Demon who controlled his body was. It roared in his mind about the battlefield they would find, all the blood they would shower in, and the flas and scalding winds they would conjure. It spoke to him of its ascendancy.

With naught but ruin and death dogging his heels, Raleigh hurled his reshaped vessel towards Octland and the delectable offering of power it contained within its borders.

What day is it? Jakob asked, carefully propping himself up with his right hand.

Youve been asleep for about a day and a half, the Elphin told him, visibly concerned for his well-being.

Do not look so distraught, Ciana.

He looked around the carriage, spotting the back of Heskel at the front, holding the reins of the horses. Opposite him sat Wothram inactively. He wondered what sort of pillow they had given him, but then realised it was no pillow at all, as he looked at Ciana leaned above him, her long silver-blonde hair hanging down her shoulders, tickling his exposed forehead. She had taken off her helt.

Wheres my mask? he asked, laying his head back down on her lap, making the Elphin grin.

She handed him the crimson face-covering and he took it gratefully, inhaling a puff of the Misty Reminiscence without attaching it over his ears. After removing it and releasing a puff of the vapour, he abruptly shot back up, a sudden realisation in his mind.

Wheres Zelesti!?

Cianas wide eyes made him realise she had not even noticed the absence of the doll-faced Envy Demon. Heskel just grunted, finding it amusing it would seem.

Demons do as they please, when their master is not available to scold them into submission or tie fast their bonds of servitude. Envious ones are the most troubling sort of servant, requiring constant supervision.

Jakob sighed and lay back down on Cianas comfortable lap. She must have also removed her bone-plate leggings at so point, he realised, noticing the discarded armour lying next to the inactive Golem.

He lifted his stump into the air, staring at it for a mont, wondering what he could replace his lost limb with.

She has served her purpose, so I suppose it matters not where shes gone.

Tress and her small army had been on-edge since the massive tremors had shook the earth beneath them. Even from a distance, it was clearly visible that sothing had happened to Rooskeld, given that a large portion of its northern sector was now a gaping hole full of abyss-black water.

The enemy, that lone pernicious Daemon, was no doubt aware of their arrival, but no defences had been mounted atop the towns modest walls, nor had the gate been barred from within, rather, it stood open wide, inviting them inside.

But one did not beco a Royal by falling for such tricks.

Tress gave the order to dismount about fifty tres from the wall, her contingent of nine squads spreading out in a defensive periter without needing to be told.

After they had secured their checkpoint and decided who stayed behind, they cautiously approached the town wall near the gate. But, they had only crossed halfway, when a small child, with her head down, ca slowly walking out the open entrance into the den of the Daemon. Tress judged her to be no more than five years old, but her once-bright dress was bloodied and she held a ruined doll in her left hand, which dragged along the dry and coarse earth.

Stay alert, she told her Guards, but a few of them still took so steps towards the young girl, their compassion defeating their rational minds.

The rest happened so fast she barely had ti to react, but, as she observed the young girl, a loud snap sounded from atop the wall and a huge commotion broke out within the checkpoint camp, as their falconer, Tobias, exploded in a shower of viscera and that oh-so-familiar despicable black blood of the Daemon they hunted. As the black blood shot out of him in a hundred tiny shards, infecting and turning not only the majority of those at the rear who perford support, but also many of their mounts, they quickly found a horde of Undying Slaves erging from the gate behind the little girl.

Tress was about to yell out her orders, when the girl looked towards her and an enormous ungodly abyss-black spear pushed its way out her mouth, tearing her face apart, before launching right at her.

What is this place? Jakob asked, looking about the little town. Surprisingly, it had no walls, but it seed to be because it held a branch office of the Adventurers Guild and thus its protection from bandits and marauders was ensured.

Hekkenfelt, Ciana replied.

You chose it?

Heskel grunted.

Should I have picked sowhere else? I thought maybe if we hid in plain sight, we might be harder to find. And I dont think the Guild in Helmsgarten and the one in Lleman get along well.

What do you think? Jakob asked, looking to Heskel for guidance.

The Wight nodded, before adding, Ciana chose well.

Very well, he replied, before turning back to the Elphin. What should we do first? You are in charge.

In charge? No, I was just

Ciana, he interrupted, making her pause. I have had a realisation, after losing my hand to Guillau.

A realisation? What does that have to

Just let finish, he continued, keeping his voice level. My enemies seek , first and foremost, and, thus, they have co to understand my mode of thinking, at least to so extent. Hence, I thought, wouldnt I benefit from letting soone else make the decisions?

Oh. I see. But, still, Im not sure I could lead us well.

Heskel grunted his disagreent.

I have to disagree with you as well, Jakob replied. Elphin are not known to live long lives, but Heskel has told that you are unnaturally long-lived.

Are you calling old? she replied with a raised eyebrow.

Jakob paused before answering. Yes.

Ciana laughed in response, but he was unsure why.

One does not lead a long life being hunted by all who lays their eyes on you, without having a cunning uniquely suited for remaining in hiding.

But I used to live in forests, not in cities not amongst people

I think my point still stands. You gave this enough thought and ca up with sothing that I myself overlooked and failed to consider. So, I ask again, where to first?

Are you registering as a party of three? the Receptionist asked. They were one of only a few groups of people in the Guild Hall of Hekkenfelt, which, compared to the one in Helmsgarten, looked mostly like a rundown tavern, if not for the plentiful bounty boards and flyers for quests that occupied an entire backwall.

Jakob looked back at Wothram who stood just outside, protecting their carriage and its precious haul.

Thats right, Ciana answered, standing at the fore of their group.

Very well, Ill need your nas, ages, and classes of expertise.

Im the group lead, my na is Ciana, Im an Enchanted-Sword Wielder, and Im twenty-three.

Heskel grunted, finding her modified age amusing. In response, the Elphin nudged him with her elbow.

And the other two? the Receptionist asked, watching their exchange with a tired expression.

This one is Heskel, hes a Brawler, and hes

Heskel shrugged.

Fifty-four, Ciana then decided with a grin, the Wight grunting in a less amused tone now.

Thirty-eight, isnt it, Heskel?

The Receptionist looked between them. So which is it then? Fifty-four or thirty-eight?

Forty-two.

Alright just so Im sure I have it correct, she said, while chiselling the na onto Heskels tin badge, Heskel, forty-two, Brawler.

Thats right. And the last one is

Goddarth, Jakob quickly interrupted, since there was still a slim possibility that his identity might be double-checked with the badges of Helmsgarten.

The Receptionist looked up from his badge after chiselling in the na. My uncle had the sa na.

Jakob just nodded. He had picked it because that was the na Grandfather had used half-a-century prior, when he beca known as the Llemanian Widowmaker.

Age and Class?

Sixteen and Im a Support Alchemist.

We dont get a lot of those, the Receptionist replied, suddenly excited. Youll find a lot of work in Hekkenfelt if you have the willingness to advertise your talents. After all, we just had our long-ti Alchemist move north to Libou.

Thats alright.

Heskel put a hand on his shoulder suddenly.

What is it? he asked, switching from Llemanian to Chthonic.

Seventeen.

What do you an?

Counted days in Mansion. Seventeen.

I see.

He switched back to Llemanian and addressed the Receptionist. It seems I misspoke. Please put down seventeen instead.

She nodded eagerly.

Monts later, they were each given a newly-chiselled tin badge to wear, and Ciana wasted no ti picking a hunting quest for them. It was a task to find out what was happening to the sheep of a farmstead so kilotres southwest of Hekkenfelt.

Did you notice how she was hitting on you? Ciana asked, seeming at once excited and outraged.

I dont know what you an, Jakob replied.

You really are quite bad at human interaction.

Ill take that as a complint.

No, but seriously, she wanted to

Procreate, Heskel interjected helpfully.

Thats a crude way to put it but, yeah, possibly!

I have better things to do, Jakob answered simply. He was unsure why the Elphin found it so important to discuss.

But, dont you ever have urges?

Jakob looked to Heskel for advice, but the Wight simply shrugged.

No.

Ciana looked both shocked and happy, which he was unsure of the aning behind. Her behaviour was quite hard for him to comprehend, but she seed to have changed rapidly as a person from when he t her to now only a few weeks later. Perhaps this was her true self, and the timid self-doubting creature she had been at first was an outward faade. In a way, her new attitude reminded him a bit of Pernille, which was a comfort in itself. He hoped she could continue where his forr Secretary had left off and broaden his tastes of the world.