[center][h3]Doubt and Harmony[/h3]
[colour=9e0b0f][b]Jvan[/b]
the All-Beauty[/colour]

[colour=orange][b]Lifprasil[/b]
the First-Born[/colour]

[i]As work unfolds on the Capital. Prior to the hysteria of Jvan.
Written by [@Poog the Pig] & [@Antarctic Termite][/i]
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Sunrise from space reminded Jvan of Arcon.

She'd seen it for... Minutes, maybe, but the memories burned clear through the intervening years and filled her with longing. Another explorative mission she had not yet wagered; Logos, whatever he was behind his veil of distance, had become a jealous god. There was a year and a day in which it was right to take away the obsession of the jealous, but that day had not yet come.

And after all, the view from Ovaedis still remained beautiful beyond purposeful comparison.

As the fortress drifted betwixt the river of meteoroids, it shed a thin trail of colourful fractal spheres into the floating, silent din. They fell from the overgrown clumps of eyes bulging at the end of its stalks like berries from an unharvested orchard, spinning into the silicate stream, embarking on the long, long, but long plunge down to the gleaming and colourful surface of Galbar, transmitting their gaze as they twirled into the airless fathoms below.

There was plenty to see. Always plenty to see.

Hordes of the Devil, marching, camping, waiting. Elementals, slaving arduously behind the beck and call of their useless instincts. Angels, marshalling in the mountains and beyond it. A tree Jvan hadn't seen before, standing in the high north, beside a stormcapped mountain the like of which was only challenged by Bormahven itself. Beneath it... Bears? [i][colour=9e0b0f]Huh.[/colour][/i]

The spires of a Celestial Citadel were visible from above, now, as well as from below and within. Still the creatures inside it remained a mystery to her, those of grey complexion and unknown origin, tall, disciplined. Jvan could not place their origins, and had put them out of her mind.

An unexpected and uncomfortable link was soon to bring them back.

One of her eyes dove over a forest, the incline of its flight so shallow as to be almost parallel with the ground. A glassy [url=http://pre05.deviantart.net/45bc/th/pre/i/2010/214/d/2/julian_sphere_by_blepfo.png]thing[/url], almost a metre across, its transparency defying its great weight and all the inertia that came with that. Moss and twigs it tore like paper, and heavy boughs only bent its path before they snapped; It skidded when collision finally forced it to kiss the earth, a momentary gouge, a bounce.

It came to a halt jammed between the sides of a stream-ditch before it stopped spinning, but mud did not cling to its frictionless surface, and the delicate patterns painted into it tightened and focused.

A flutter of book-paper did not fit in to the scenery.

[colour=9e0b0f][i]Oh. Oh. Uh oh.[/i][/colour]

The air tasted of deity, and that taste was bitter in its foreigness. Dangerous.

A twang of memory somewhere in the distant hulk of Jvan struck lively, and the face of the choking humanoid in the Citadel danced there. Not [i]entirely[/i] foreign.

Just enough to be unpredictable.

Vesamera, having been left alone by Belvast, again, found herself surprised by a guest. [color=orange]"Oh, hello."[/color] Vesamera greeted, buried deep into the infinite scrolls residing in her fractal library. Seeking the source of the voice, the eye tried to squint into the nest and failed. The construction was familiarly complex, but its mystery robbed it of allure.  [color=orange]"Would you be my father? Or maybe Teknall? Although your nature defies the logic of both deities."[/color] she fussed, already packing the information into one of the many scrolls, that which created a rough cocoon around her.

With a huff, she stood, and dispelled her former clothes - which morphed from cloth to glittering blue and yellow metal, this then took shape as ribbed armor throughout; restoring her, or should I say, his, regal glamour.

[colour=9e0b0f][i]A god![/i][/colour]

Curiously enough, the divine protection seemed almost... Alive, it swirled around Lifprasil, and pulsated with its own breath, constrained by the Chaos Blade that had sheated itself around his waistline. [color=orange]"One must present themselves around guests, as Zephyrion would always say. Who sent you, curious creature?"[/color] the soon-to-be lord asked. [color=orange]"I am Lifprasil, Child of Chaos, Child of Thought, and one day I will rule this world and its inhabitants."[/color]

But the words struck only a steadily dilating pupil of jittery panic.

A hybrid demigod. [colour=9e0b0f][i]A mixture, a mongrel- Do they lie?[/i][/colour] Was there any other explanation for the entity's words? Yes, there was. And truth is ever the most dangerous of causes. [colour=9e0b0f][i]Madness has ever followed the mind, but how [/i]this[i]? What is it? How? Who put such such zoetic weapons in their hands and on their shoulders? Why does it threaten so?

What is Zephyrion [/i]doing[i] in that palace?[/i][/colour]

Lifprasil was his name, and, standing before her eye now, they were far too great a variable for Jvan to ignore- Too strange, too bizarre. The glass sphere cracked over its entire surface, spilling glass and colourful ichor into the stream. From within there came a sound of grinding teeth, and a tightly curled ball of skin swelled from nothing. Its surface was studded with sooty, blind eyes, drained of sentience to make room for the goddess herself.

Heartworm's puppeteered body uncoiled as the last of the orb collapsed into the creek, a little worm in a puddle on a curved piece of glass. Jvan spoke from a distant place behind its clenched teeth.

[colour=9e0b0f]"That so, Lifprasil? Then I present myself, for [i]you[/i] are yet a guest on [i]my[/i] world."[/colour] Better to set boundaries. No safe being carried such a hungry sword. [colour=9e0b0f]"I am Jvan, All-Beauty, Engineer, whom some call Horror and others Divine. I watched Vulamera's stillbirth out of the void in the before, and I saw Vestec's descent into rampage in the now. And today, I find myself listening to a child proclaim themself King."

"Who are you, child of one accident and another? Who are you really? Abomination, maybe?"[/colour] There was a faintly teasing note, there, but it was wary, not friendly. [colour=9e0b0f]"By what right do you claim so much? The simple sword, or the conceited crown? Might or reason? Speak to me, yon strange bastard, or fight me!"[/colour] said the little worm, squirming in its puddle. [colour=9e0b0f]"This world is far from no man's land, Lifprasil."[/colour]

Lifprasil smiled at the strange creature that stood before him, and then, he began to speak. [color=orange]"I read about Jvan in the Codex of Creation when I held it upon my birth, I have a knowing of this world and its inhabitants, and I know that you don't concede alone. I proclaim myself King for the Greater Good of all things sentient and immortal, and for the Greater Good of this universe, for collaborative purposes."[/color] the Demi-God explained, releasing the handle of his sword, before cordially extending a hand to the Avatar of Jvan.

[colour=9e0b0f][i]That's not very... Vestec of you,[/i][/colour] answered she, but silently. It was tough not to cringe back from the hand in its pulsing gauntlet.

[color=orange]"If this world is yours, I would ask your permission to allow my lordship to extend along its borders and be recognized. As equals I wish the god all-beauty not a single bit of grievance from my budding regality, and my people, just that we can speak on an equivocal level."[/color] he smiled, as his hair moved with grace against the winds.

And what could stand against that smile? 

[colour=9e0b0f][i]...They're their mother's child, aren't they? Permission. Rationality.[/i][/colour] A well-crafted body, even, to smooth out Vulamera's fatal flaw. He was reasonable, damn him!

As it was, Jvan did not shake hands. Looking at the demigod, his muscles not tensed against their armour, his smile not too wide, it panged to turn Lifprasil down. With the faintest tremble, the row of teeth on Heartworm's underside unlocked just long enough for a hair-thin antenna to reach up from within and tap each gloved fingertip in turn.

They clamped shut once more. Still too close, too untested. Too good to be true. Too good, [i]fin[/i].

[colour=9e0b0f]"I guess we can speak, then,"[/colour] echoed Jvan. [colour=9e0b0f]"An empire without hierarchy or strain is... But, stranger things have been made. We are not well met, Lifprasil, as, maybe, you wanted to be."[/colour] Her eyes, many, gazed into his own softly gleaming pair. Doubt is a hefty burden. 

[colour=9e0b0f]"There is a race," [i]keep talking keep asking don't show weakness[/i] "That resides in the Celestial Citadel. Militant, passionate things, of robust design. Are they yours? Your people? Did you make them for your kingship? Or will you simply rule, without creating?"[/colour]

Lifprasil nodded, retracting his hand, while his smile dawdled and remained. [color=orange]"They are of my mother's creation, but I manipulated them into my own - I created them for my kingship, and am in the process of building a kingdom for my kingship."[/color] he then explained, keeping a hand on the writhing hand of his sword throughout the encounter, always.

[color=orange]"I do not intend to rule without creation and the like, without these things I would simply be an antagonistic beaurucrat. Not a king."[/color] Lifprasil then finished, having become very prideful, and confident in his own diction. His lapse brought a faint thrill of safety to a keen audience. Not [i]entirely[/i] flawless. [color=orange]"What interests you in my people?"[/color]

[colour=9e0b0f]"What interests you in my planet?"[/colour], returned Jvan, Lifprasil's confidence breeding her own. Not a challenge, maybe, but her head-end jabbed the air along with her tone. [colour=9e0b0f]"Only divine nature. If yours is in rule, mine is in design."[/colour]

Sensing that she had opened a note that could be pried to her advantage, Jvan seized it. Heartworm's stolen body flipped upside down, and that tight clamp of lower teeth stretched impossibly wide, disgorging a great blurring rush of skin and eye and gristle and tongue that sagged and cracked and tightened in the air to its full, roughly spherical size.

[colour=9e0b0f]"Design,"[/colour] repeated the voice behind the again-locked teeth.

It was conversational cheating, Jvan knew. The bulge-eyed meat nest had always been Heartworm's laboratory, but there was no reason for Lifprasil to [i]know[/i] that. Better they think she had created it on the spot. The worm flicked its tail and leapt up to the lowest bough of ancient-oak-sized vehicle, finding an arteriole to crawl into.

[colour=9e0b0f]"Join me, Lifprasil. I'll never be able to outdo Wise Brother Wind, but I can at least pretend to play host. Where shall we go?"[/colour] The intertwined branches of the loosely hollow thing seemed to sag downwards, offering purchase. Condescending? [colour=9e0b0f][i]Maybe![/i][/colour]

Lifprasil took the offer, and with a step ascended into Jvan's grasp [color=orange]"Wherever you may choose, Engineer."[/color] he said, and stood tall in the grasp, and at the mercy of a god.

[color=orange]"Collaborative, and friendly bonds are best formed on one's own homefront - correct? Why not take me to one of your creations?"[/color] Lifprasil suggested with a keen smile.

And the vessel's eyes smiled back. [colour=9e0b0f][i]The fish swims into the barrel.[/i][/colour]

The tangled vehicle tensed, and leaped skywards without releasing its muscles nor losing momentum as it rose. It pushed itself through yielding air until the distant peaks of mountains, rivers and plains were visible from above, and its skin began to ripple and fold absurdly against the wind. Cold, and colder, and gales whined through the branches of the net.

Jvan carried Lifprasil atop a spire of brilliantly twirling contrails until the sky deepened its blackness and daylight stars speckled the view; Too little moisture remained in the air to continue the trail. They did not slow. The night widened and the blue sky receded until it was only a glow around the horizon, and the horizon was shrinking, falling back, curving away behind them and losing meaning. The entire daylit face of Galbar basked beneath them, and above, the Ring glittered.

In the silence of the vacuous void that Galbar had been suspended in for eons, Lifprasil's armor reacted in silence, and with the same silent motions as the machinations of the cosmos, shifted its helmet into place.

The helmet generated a sort of atmosphere for Lifprasil to breath inside of, his armor generated the same protection, allowing him passage into space.

Cold, colder, colder still. The surface of Jvan froze over and began to desiccate. There was an icy crackling noise as she exhaled a warm cloud of fog to cushion the vessel against the vacuum. Heartworm would never have approved of her abuse of its property, but Heartworm was silenced.

There was very little sign that they were moving any more, though they hadn't stopped accelerating, either. The duo was sinking into the emptiness, and the further one looked, the smaller one seemed. A grain of dust in the night wind.

[colour=9e0b0f]"We're approaching my machine. My factory."[/colour]

Lifprasil gazed at the blackness encompassing him, fascinated by the vastness of what he was witnessing... [color=orange]"So... This is the greatness of the Universe..."[/color] he muttered, humbled by the presence of distant stars.

Their voices carried through the mist but no further; Even then it was like a shout against the quiet. The isolation was absolute. It took a while to dawn on Jvan that she was not, after all, alone in the silence.

[colour=9e0b0f]"Lifprasil."[/colour] She was back on her guard. [colour=9e0b0f]"If collaboration is best forged on the homefront, then where is [i]yours[/i]? Why do you stay with my brother when you could have already sprouted a place of your own, from which to expand?"[/colour]

Simply, Lifprasil responded to Jvan [color=orange]"I have naught but a single land of my own, my friends, and Illunabar, however, they build a land for my people as I realize the complexity of Galbar; but up here it seems so..."[/color] he paused, gazing down at the speck that had begun fading into nothingness.

[color=orange]"...Small..."[/color] Lifprasil said, a sort of wonderment having taken to his flightly voice. [color=orange]"What is your factory like, Jvan?"[/color] he then asked, peering into the blackness - punctuated by tufts of light that he would soon hope to be his.

[colour=9e0b0f]"It is an observatory-fortress, and within it a device with which to sample flesh from the Other with utmost ease."[/colour] Trickle by trickle, the sparkling reflections of Galbar's ring were drawing near. The slowness of approach was only an illusion- They were very close, and drawing closer.

Waving away the shrieky complaints of conventional physics, Jvan killed their momentum as the orbiting shapes drew near. The ring was narrow, for all its magnificent breadth, only a few hundred metres thick, loose, shuffling. And in that river a great grey iceberg with frayed horns, and eyes on stalks.

[colour=9e0b0f]"I have claimed much and many, but this ring is to be mine and mine alone. Galber is a tangled wonder, but there is plenty of space here."[/colour] She spiralled around the listening-horn, and down, to the cervix. [colour=9e0b0f][i]But-[/i][/colour]

[colour=9e0b0f]"...I, ah. I haven't tested it out yet."[/colour] Hardly impressive. [colour=9e0b0f]"But it does work! I can prove it to you! You are a new god, and I have yet to give a birthday gift to match your sword and crown. Name your desire, nibling cousin of mine."[/colour]

Lifprasil paused at the offer for a gift, stilling himself upon the approach to Jvan's living fortress. He ruminized upon the idea, another offering from another divine power.

[color=orange]"I would like help from you - I feel like we can both learn valuable things from comradery and good will, dear uncle."[/color] he replied, his mystified expression having been replaced by another smile. [color=orange]"With your flesh engine, we could do great things."[/color] Lifprasil then said, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DruE5ya8zI]turning his head down to the glimmering nothingness that Galbar had become; before craning his eyes to look at the magnificent forefront of the universe behind it.[/url]

That premonition would not be upheld.

[colour=9e0b0f]"There is always something to learn from any being,"[/colour] came a not impatient reply, [colour=9e0b0f][i]especially the dangerous ones. I'd rather learn sooner than later.[/i][/colour] Still, Jvan doubted she could just manufacture friendship, even with this facility. Even with those smiles.

[colour=9e0b0f]"And great things it was made to do. And can and will. I'm not sure where its limits are; Maybe [i]your[/i] imagination can stretch them."[/colour] The gristly joints bent to lean inwards, bringing a small cluster of eyes very close to Lifprasil's craned head. [colour=9e0b0f]"Do you see all that? It's closer than it looks. Distances are great challenges, but no barrier. The grandest empire is united by its highways- If you would pave."[/colour]

[color=orange]"And pave them I will,"[/color] Lifprasil smiled [color=orange]"With your help, of course, and Illunabar's, we will make Galbar beautiful and peaceful."[/color] he then said, and looked down to the eyes that surrounded him. [color=orange]"I would like you to build me a mount. Something mighty, and elegant, something for a ruler - something that can show me your potential, and Galbar's. Can you do that?"[/color] Lifprasil questioned; an excited grin on his face. Despite his position, gifts were still something beautiful, especially when dutifully offered from a new compatriote.

[colour=9e0b0f]"Only on condition that you will take it far and ride it hard,"[/colour] but Jvan's tone was rising, and as she felt the swell of creativity, the sound of a pen tapping on an inkwell, the fortress itself began to tilt, swivelling in its river, until the grand gate was aimed at the blue-green dot of Galbar. [colour=9e0b0f][i]And keep it close by, so that I will not have to be kept in the dark over any sneakery.[/i][/colour] Lifprasil had commissioned the perfect work, and now Jvan was in her element.

[colour=9e0b0f]"A steed for the rider- A throne for the sovereign!"[/colour]

The rounded portal contracted painfully open and a faint thrum rose from within. It was the Ovaedis' maiden voyage, and though strange, its engine lit up with the exhilarating buzz of a mechanism working as planned.

Against the darkness, it was hard to see the vast stringy tangle of matter that stretched from it, like thread being spun from a fleece, into the open space. Harder still to guess its scale, but it was growing, and then shrinking. Unweaving and recoiling in an ever larger jungle of dark tendons, and at its core the living fabric condensed tighter and tighter. As the gate behind it closed and the collapsing ball grew smaller and closer to critical mass, it began to glow.

The weak white luminescence, like moonlight, cast soft shadows throughout the inside of the still-coiling feltwork creature, outlining the surface of a face. A smooth, gently rounded rectangular face, and on it on features but for a set of flimsy teeth at the jawless end, and two little pinpricks of light hidden in the sockets of a [url=http://austenmengler.deviantart.com/art/Keep-Glowing-285609517]skull[/url].

A flicker. A blink. The creature was tiny, now, in comparison to the ball it had come from, the size of a foal. And like a horse, it was maned. What thread remained uncoiled was too fine, too delicate and smooth to tangle into the glowing body, and so it formed a black cloak that hid the newborn's entire body, like that of a priest, an executioner, a scholar. Its legs- Though perhaps they were tails, and they numbered three- Were hidden. But the great hunch of its shoulders led into no arms, and the soft fur that hung from them were no sleeves.

They were wings. And, like a foal must stretch its legs and stand from birth, the child spread them wide. Wider. Wider still! Taller, too, somehow, as tall as three men. Its wings were sleek, curved things, furred, and at the elbow of each, where a pterosaur's hand may have been- Well, would 'turbines' be too misplaced a word?

Abruptly the grey glow from inside the hand-engines brightened and two pulses of pure white moonlight jetted out, lighting up the entire meteor ring, launching the awkward young foal forwards, into the void. Somehow it managed to brake with its thrusters and silence them, hiding under its cloak, suddenly very small again. Frightened by its own body.

[colour=9e0b0f]"A shadow complements its caster, and this is yours, given flesh. It will grow,"[/colour] whispered Jvan, as if surprised to find herself not at all tired from creating the reaper-angel. [colour=9e0b0f]"Not much more, but within a day's time it will be large enough to support a throne-saddle on its hunch even when upright, and cover forty men in its wings, when it has not folded itself to child-size. Of its mind, I- I'm really not sure. It is not exceptionally clever, nor can it speak, but it is aware enough to feel shy. It will imprint on your face, if you would go to it, and trust no other. From then on it may become the squire at your side, or the war-strider beneath your feet, or your wings. It is your shadow, the long shadow that a king casts in the glory of dawn, or of dusk."[/colour]

Lifprasil was shocked by the intuitive design of the monstrous machine of flesh, but still he floated down, into the fray of tendons, into the hive of flesh, and reached past the wall of organs and spacious design to reach out to his new companion. He rested an armored hand to its extensive, spearheaded forehead, and felt the streamlined skin of the beast.

[color=orange]"Prosit,"[/color] he cooed, and smiled past his helmet down to the monster, gently petting its still growing body.

There was a little flinch, from the movement, but it did not recoil as Lifprasil's fingers ran over its silken hair. It was still jittery in its movements, and it let the hooded face drift closer to his own several times before twitching it back again, as if to practice to focusing the hollow eyes behind the soft cloak. The longer his hand remained the more it seemed to swell and relax under the pressure, finding home.

It had a voice, and it sang back, in a faint sound like a low-pitched flute and wooden wind chimes in a secret garden. At last it looked away, staring at the stars and the rocks and Jvan, perhaps not so scared to look anymore.

[colour=9e0b0f]"Alas, space is not particularly stimulating, but it will feel safe to explore anywhere as long as it is with you."[/colour] She seemed to smile. [colour=9e0b0f]"Does it suit?"[/colour]

[color=orange]"It suits well, thank you, Jvan. Build on, and I will put your machinations to use."[/color] he thanked, gently pulling the creature's head to rest against his chest. [color=orange]"Now I must return to Galbar, and finally, my home, any of your people, and your creations, are welcome within the protection of the Causeway of the Phantasmagoria - provided they live in harmony with my own. This new friend, this... Oevadia, will be proof that such things are possible."[/color] Lifprasil said, before he looked into the socketed eyes of the creature gifted to him.

He then looked back to Jvan, and the form she had perused for her own motives. [color=orange]"I now see the beauty in your ways, and I'm sure there are those that will see it as well. They must be willing to see this on their own accord, however, as I will spread your word, I will create willing subjects from it, not slaves."[/color] Lifprasil then announced. [color=orange]"Prosit, my relative, and now, my friend. You have my gratitude."[/color] he finished, before he mounted the shadowed beast.

After that, Lifprasil commanded the creature, and he soon departed on his new steed... Back toward Galbar.

Jvan watched him go. [colour=9e0b0f]"And fare ye well, little sovereign!"[/colour] She wasn't sure if her voice had carried, but it could hardly matter. The twin blazes of white that propelled her nibling on were goodwill enough.

For the first time in a little while, she breathed, mentally. [colour=9e0b0f][i]Lifprasil.[/i][/colour]
The last few hours had been... A rush. She had made some choices that had seemed right at the time, seemed comfortable. Now that they were gone, Jvan was no so sure. Something about Lifprasil did that to you, she supposed.

But what, really, had she lost? She had tested Ovaedis, and had learned about the new deity, who had bid her welcome in their spaces, and marked her a friend. The promised quest meant little to her, for she did not fear much from fear of her. [i][colour=9e0b0f]Then again, there are the Urtelem. Those who call me Spiral-Palms.[/colour][/i] She liked those. Did Lifprasil see all mortals the same way? 

[colour=9e0b0f]"Maybe a little harmony would not go amiss."[/colour]

...A transmission. Maize's corpse. The voice of Vestec. The grave of Slough.

[colour=9e0b0f]"No!"[/colour]

Heartworm consumed its nest immediately to prepare for the jump, and divine energy was racing through her like hot blood. The Devil himself, so close to the peaceful grave- So close to a disastrous awakening.

The rapidly fading light of Oevadia was the last thing Jvan saw before she entered the Deadwood. She remembered that the willing people are ever the most vulnerable, and the most dangerous. That the rogue she was going to fight was the very father of the charismatic child she had lent her hand to freely. Then there was no time to dwell on her mistakes.

[colour=9e0b0f]"You summon the wrong gods, Fallen Devil..."[/colour]

[hider=A jolly little chat]
Prior to her breakdown, Jvan launches some ocular probes down to Galbar from Ovaedis. One of them impacts near Vesamera, who was studying in peace, and recognises its creator.

Jvan, not particularly inclined to like either Vulamera or Vestec, sees Lifprasil for the first time and decides to deal with them personally as soon as possible. She brings in Heartworm to impress and intimidate him, but is uncertain and afraid.

Lifprasil introduces himself and talks to Jvan about his ambitions for unity. She grows more confident in his presence, seeking to impress well on him rather than isolate herself from such a growing force.

So they go to space together.

Lifprasil gets his first chance to see the scale of the universe and all that may one day support a grand interplanetary empire. Encouraged by Jvan, he begins to consider his own ambitions on an even larger scale.

Jvan offers Lif a present from the Ovaedis's creative potential, to welcome him into divinity (and show off her generosity and power, because she's insecure as all heck). When he asks for a mount, she creates for 1 Might a [url=http://austenmengler.deviantart.com/art/Little-Death-377792054]black-hooded[/url], [url=http://www.unexplainedaustralia.com/images/imagescontent/hoodedfigures.jpg]silken-cloaked[/url] creature to be his figurative shadow. Although it is quite shy without Lifprasil's assurance, it unfolds its cloak to reveal huge wings with [url=http://jflaxman.deviantart.com/art/On-Charnel-Winds-261783478]biomechanical jet engines[/url] of white light.

Lifprasil names it Ovaedia, and then promises to spread Jvan's word where he can - but not to force it upon the people of Galbar. She is pleased to have his friendship.

Then Maize's eye picks up Vestec's transmission and Jvan leaves to do what she has to, wondering how far the apple falls from the tree.

[b]
Jvan
7 Might
0 Free Points
Level Four

Lifprasil
10 Might
Level One
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>get noticed by a goddess with a feud against both your parents
>confuse the hell out of her by being nice
>allow her to overcompensate for her fear and insecurity by giving you free stuff
>????
>prosit
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