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—The Unknown Regions: Castle Abstract—

Hohenheim raised a curious eyebrow at Titanica's sudden bout of silence. It was rare to see the rambunctious lizard as silent as she was right now. Maybe she learned to read the atmosphere, maybe she was stunned by Hohenheim's natural beauty. Whatever was the answer, it looked like Titanica wouldn't be bothering Hohenheim as she worked on the term of the contract. Which was more than the Alchemist could ask for, probably.

"Here it's. All that you need is sign it and then we can get to business," Hohenheim said as she turned around to address Titanica while waving the roc's feather quill, like an owner trying to entice her pet cat.

The terms of the contract were simple and clean: In exchange for Hohenheim's assistance in her all-too-nebulous goal, Titanica was bound to not betray, harm, or lie to the Alchemist, in any way, shape, or form, until her goal had been achieved or Hohenheim had provided as much assistance as she was capable of. Furthermore, Hohenheim's cooperation wouldn't extend to any combat, unless the Alchemist wished to, nor could she be held liable for the consequences of Titanica's choices. Lastly, Hohenheim's assistance couldn't be used to betray the Court, Masters or the goal, unless it fostered the goals of Hohenheim's Mistress. The same terms applied to Hohenheim as well, in exchange for a future favor of undisclosed nature that Titanica was bound to answer to unless it violated the other terms of the contract. Lastly, failure to uphold the terms of the contract—by any of the involved parties— would result in immediate termination of it as well as the offending party being bound to become the other's 'Servant'—read: slave— for the next year, counting from the day of Court's founding.

A contract between fellow Vassals, infused with both their powers, under the almighty authority of the Court. If Titanica really wished for Hohenheim's cooperation, she knew what she should do. Otherwise, she could simply walk away and continue to mind her own business.

She inspects the contract carefully, making sure to catch every part of said contract to make sure she knows what she's dealing with. In short, she reads it as this: 'As long as she doesn't abuse Hoho's cooperations, and as long as Titanica doesn't defy the Alchemist's calling if need be, there'll be no trouble in between them'. This is also the same regarding Hoho's call to Titanica. Admittedly it still disgusts the saurian Vassal that she has to work underneath this child of an alchemist, but if she wants to find what she seeks, then she'll need to force herself to cooperate with her.

With no other choice, the saurian vassal reluctantly signs the contract herself. After all, she chose to waste her time getting these stupid materials. She might as well finish the job. After signing, Titanica gives it to Hoho slowly while exhaling bluntly.

"Here it is..." she states as she crosses her arms, "Now then, can we finally get on with it?"
—Hell: Castle of Pandemonium—

Tholman was pulled from his thoughts as the being who was previously harrasing the bee turned his attention to him. Before The Herald could get any words out his ears were berated with the sound of shrieking bats, followed by a more recognizable voice berating the incessantly cackling entity above. Well, he didn't remain above for long, instead appearing next to.. Victoire Bordeaux. Tholman pointedly made sure to move out of the way of all of these increadibly powerful individuals. Not to say he himself was not strong, simply that he was not made for the task of...what was it? Front-line fighting? Hell he hardly belonged on the battlefield.

While Tholman knew little of the world with his hermitage, he had heard of the exploits of Ghelgath. Tholman was fascinated with the process that made him, well, who he was.
"The Wicked Lich King himself... How incredibly interesting. Tell me, are you actually Undead? You certainly don't seem like it. Or... do you know?"

"A cur in heat trying to impersonate a lovey-dovey maiden... This stench make-believe love is enough to make me retch." Victoire indeed had to make an actual effort, covering her mouth, to not paint the hall crimson with her latest meal once Apia skipped past her and latched onto Gelgath like a flying lamprey. No one in this corridor had even an inkling of class to them, however, a demon—no, a dirty-blood who must have sold herself in exchange for power that she was never meant to yeild— acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl was the height of travesty.

At least with Apia out of the way, Victoire had proper passage to follow her way— or so she thought, until some random buffoon that Victoire had never seen before decided to violate her personal space. A grin appeared on Victoire's face as an idea flashed through her mind. "Maybe I can make better use of the resources at hand while having some entertainment," she thought, inconspicuously using her blood magic to slowly raise Apia's libido, quite literally making the newborn vampire's blood boil down with her own heat.

A moment later, Victoire turned to face the clown, with an inscrutably neutral smile on her lips. "What is it that I can do for you? If you do not want anything, I would appreciate if you could stop staring at me like a deranged hyena," she asked while keeping her actual attention focused on Apia's reaction.

Apia's face turned red at the mention of her deeds. Thomas was quite the despicable fellow indeed. One fellow with quite the punchable face, at that. Apia opened her mouth to respond to Thomas with a witty remark, but then the world got... cloudy.

Apia felt her body constrict as she stared around an ever-enclosing void of feeling. The air was hot and her face grew even redder. It was as if she was being suffocated by her own feelings. It hurt her, but even then... the world was not all blurry.

The pristine blue hair of Him stuck out to her. Not only that, but nearly every feature of His facade and body stuck out like a sore thumb. It was entirely captivating. Comforting. Enticing. The world began to clarify, but the colors were all gone. What remained were shades of gray and hues of blue. Apia felt her body rise into the air, her legs crossing as she sat within the air beside Him.

Everyone else could die. He was the one that mattered. Nobody else did.

"Go choke on your own insanity," Apia shouted at Thomas. Fuck him. He could die and nobody would care. Hell, everyone would likely be better off without him. Especially Him.

Thomas' intial remark regarding the relationship with Rufus didn't deter Ghelgath' cold stature. That whole ordeal has since frozen over after being placed inside a burning furnace simply by trying to assert for him (see previous thread). Of course, he should've known better than to help King Rufus. He may have technically saved him from his deep slumber in ice, but it wasn't personal in many, many stretches. Now as for the 'girlfriend', who just landed beside him as she admires his dedication in wearing the scarf she made for him, there wasn't much he can say regarding that subject. Yes Apia was someone he'd saved several times in the past, although his usual demeanor seems to contradict with this. Perhaps a bit of unusual warmth managed to hit a soft spot within him, prompting him to do these nice things for her, which is usually a rarity outside say his second in command. He doesn't really understand this either. Does he consider the bee queen a date though? Not quite... yet. For now, he considers her as a close ally. After all, he simply wore the scarf she made just because it looked cool and that it fits his attire.

Meanwhile, some plague doctor is curious about Ghelgath's biological structure. Tholman was it? He only heard the name flutter around here and there so it managed to stick.

"Nah." he simply scoffs as the Lich looks at his own chalky-pale hand, "I'm more flesh than bone. I just command the undead to my every will."

He looks to see Thomas giggling his head off as he lands right next to Victorie who seemed to hide in the shadows. If Thomas wanted to piss Ghelgath off right this minute simply by showing him this chick, then he's shit out of luck. While the Vampiric girl was indeed someone you don't want to mess around with, and the Lich knows this, Ghelgath had very little interaction with her. All he knows is that outside of battle, the girl simply shows a bratty like attitude. An attitude he utterly despises. He can just shove her remarks off relatively well, even that particular one she just said. However, Apia seemed to take these insults a little too personally, especially the one from Thomas.

"Oi, enough." Ghelgath calls out assertively as he gestures her to halt. He then looks at Thomas who was just sitting in mid-air while relaxing to his little jokes. "So?" he asks again in a calm, yet rather hostile tone, "What's the point here? I swear you must've hit your head on something when you were little, cause you're making ABSOLUTELY no fuckin' sense here."(edited)

Thomas's smile quickly shrunk as he backed off of Victoire, moving back to the throne room door. Even he wasn't crazy enough to fuck with a Primordial. A moment passed and he quickly shrugged it off, looking back to Apia and Ghelgath. Neither of them seemed particularly afraid, which was really a damn shame. On second thought, Apia looked a little hot under the collar, but that wasn't fear- ah. Thomas began giggling once again as he looked over at Victoire. "My my, I didn't think she had it in her." He said to himself out loud as Apia began shouting and clinging to Ghelgath. He cooly ignored her and looked back to the icy lich. "I have hit my head when I was little actually. It's a minor neccessity when you headbutt a soldier to death at the fragile age of 7. Regardless, I just came here to tell you what I just told you. Enjoy yourself."

Thomas turned towards the throne room doors and opened them with one push, the doors swinging open with a mighty creak. He walked inside the room, his giggling trailing away from the group as he walked towards the leaders of Hell. RILD, the four baddest Demons of them all. Rufus, one of the first leaders of Hell and a master of all things portals. Ira, a swordswoman with a chip on her shoulder. Lucille, one of Hell's more recent rulers and a stone cold bitch if he was being entirely honest. And last but not least Dana, one of the last remaining Primordial Vampires and Rufus's wife. Thomas liked Rufus and Dana, they were fun.

"King Rufus! I delivered your message as you requested! Better news, they're here right now to recive your judgement!" Thomas turned back to Ghelgath and Apia with a pleased look on his face, standing in front of Hell's leaders without a care in the world. They had recently taken to sending him out to do things they couldn't be bothered to do, some would say he was a glorified errand boy. But Thomas preferred the term enforcer.

Rufus favored the approaching clown with marginally less disdain then the usual sycophant bartering for RILD’s favor. By all accounts he would have been amused to follow in the vain of long departed Hell Monarch’s like Void Dark and having a running line of spokesman to murder on a daily basis, but with the long standing nature of the Nexus it would only get worn out fast. So he refrained from the whimsical impulse to laughter into choked cries for mercy and rose off his couch after Thomas said his piece.

“Well it’s pleasant to see I can rely upon competence at home. Pat yourself on the back, would you?” He patted the clown’s shoulder in passing and strode through the ajar doors to find a motley assortment of blood suckers, popsicles, and a doctor he wouldn’t want to see practicing medicine anytime soon. “Is there a reason you lot are cowering out here? At least step inside so we can glare at you for entertainment. Oh and Victoire, how are your dogs doing? They must be getting lax if you aren’t walking with a limp.”

A dangerous leer formed upon the Eldritch Horror who formed a portal beneath the group’s feet and swallowed them all whole through the ground. In that same instant it another opened over his and Dana’s couch, depositing them in an ungraceful tangle of armor and clothing atop Dana while Rufus stood inverted upon the air, unphazed by gravity as even his hair remained in place. “Come on gang, Let’s have a group pow-wow and talk about this blood bath someone left in my meat storage.”

Apia was surprised by the sudden hole under everyone, but it took a second to actually be pulled down into the portal. Of course she did fall straight through after a second, and immediately as she looked down towards the garment pile she noticed His falling speed. Was this a chance for her? She had to take it.

As soon as He would hit the pile, Apia flew towards his body and fell onto it in such a way that her head was resting perfectly fine on His lap. It was surprisingly soft, and it was also that perfect temperature for sleeping. A nice cool feel. Comforting. Encapsulating. Just like Him.

Was it getting a bit warmer...?

"Boring." That was the only word to escape Victoire's lips in response to the grinning buffoon's act. If he thought that he could probe her for an easy reaction like he did with the others, he should reconsider his harassment tactics.

The bloody cur's reaction, on the other hand, was enough to make Victoire grin inwardly. Not only her obvious distress but the obliviousness of her unknowing 'paramour'. Beings of this lowly caliber could barely call themselves demons in Victoire's opinion. A Demon takes that which is beautiful and leaves nothing behind for others to claim. Love and affection are prerogatives of the strong and yokes of the weak. That's the only truth that there's to know.

Regardless of the entertainment she derived from observing maggots squirming under her claws, Victoire had a mission—no, missions— to accomplish; she turned around and began to make her way to the Throne Room only to be interrupted by no one other than the Great Slacker himself. Naturally, Rufus was as derisive as ever which—as ever— ended up with he abusing his subjects in some sick new way.

"Kin—" Victoire didn't even have the time to properly curtsey before being forcefully teleported away in a messy heap along with the remainder of Hell's rabble. Victorie's reflexes kicked in as soon as she was dropped on the other side of the portal causing Victoire to shapeshift into her shadow bat swarm form and fly away from Dana, landing a few feet away from the throne in the position she usually takes when attending the Hell's Court summons before changing back in her normal self, already in a graceful knelt stance.

"'Tis an honor to be in your presence again, My Lieges. I come to bring news of my findings that may give an edge to Hell in the upcoming future."

Ghelgath quickly realizes that Thomas wasn't annoying them just for the sake of annoying him. He's in fact trying to fetch him, and perhaps Apia by the looks of it. The Lich scowls at the giggling lunatic as he looks up at the four leaders that only recently united to become a Council for Hell. He almost forgot that the group were hanging out right outside RILD's throne room. In fact, he has no idea why he's being summoned to face the Council, other than the fact that whatever was going to conspire wasn't going to be good.

"Ok..." he growls as he tries to keep cool, "What the flying fuck do you guys think I~"

But before he finishes, he finds himself falling down a portal that opened directly underneath him. Ghelgath prepared to be douched in boiling hot lava, but much to his surprise he lands on a couch... or more precisely on Dana who was sitting on said couch. With nothing to push him out of the way, it seems he was going to anger Rufus' wife. And that was going to be nothing less of fun. However, before that can be done, he suddenly gets hit by Apia who saved him from falling on the blonde. As soon as they hit the floor, Ghelgath looks to see the bee's head rested on his lap. Awkwardly the Lich attempts to lightly move her body away from his while getting off the floor, before Rufus and the others descend with the others to talk about this 'Blood Bath'. He can see Victoire kneeling towards them as if she's waiting for some reward and can't help but to issue another dirty look at her before looking back directly at Rufus.

"What bloodbath?" he asks bluntly as he brushes any dust on his clothes, "I don't recall doing any of that shit, nor am I interested in it. And why must we be here out of all places?"

The great government that ruled over Hell was not amused even in their happier days. Indeed, those who visited their chambers were usually there to grovel or beg for their lives or, by some foolery, proclaim to think they could claim leadership themselves. Whatever the case, Team RILD were not kind to their visitors as they were usually witness to idiocy and failure. Such was the case even now, Rufus opening the gates of Hell wide open for the gathered group to stand before them.

Well, stand wasn’t exactly the term to be used, all of them being portaled by Rufus to specifically land on his wife’s lap. Dana exchanged a glare with tongue spat out, sound effect included, before preparing to be bombarded with the pile of demons. It never came, not when each of them apparently had their own ways of avoiding the elder vampire. The other two members of their rulership looked on with equal glances of boredom and annoyance.

Ira, the Arch Demon and Goddess of War, sat with one leg crossed over the other. In her hands lay the crimson blade of her weapon, the woman running her hand over its surface. With each pass, chaotic sparks flew as she sharpened it to a warrior’s point, not taking a single cut from her practice. She ignored the ensemble of buffoonery gathered before them, eyes narrowed behind that helmet of hers.

“Oh?” Lucille the Black Goat raised an eye to Victoire’s attempt at groveling, resting her cheek into the knuckles of her fist. “To what ends do you claim to have found new findings, vampire. And what use do you assume it will have towards our goals as Hell,” she said, leaving the others for Rufus and Dana to be dealing with.

“Whoah, whoah! Hey, hey, isn’t that your bee lady friend, Ira?” Dana said with a wave of her arms. “Look, look, she’s like, totes snogging that walking ice cube. Like, OMG, she’s not letting him go! You totally have a rival to fight over with now, oh ho!” she continued, ducking down to avoid a glob of black flames Ira tossed her way.
—Heaven: Stargazer's Observatory—

Saef's knocking were answered almost immediately. It was pretty much as if someone was standing by the door, waiting for any guests to come by, be it by fate or coincidence. This certain someone was a white-feathered harpy, wearing a maid outfit. The aura emanated by the being, made it clear that she was one of many Celestial Spirits, aligned with the stars and constellations of the endless night sky, one of the many creatures that serve Ciel, thanks to her unique position.

"Welcome sir. What may I help you with?" She asked as soon as the door swung open, with a light gust of wind, no doubt of magic nature.


If Saef was surprised at the speed of the welcome he didn't show it. Not in any major way at least. The comparatively young man put on his best smile, the one he used to use to convince grant givers back home, and spoke.

"I was wondering if the Stargazer would allow me an audience. There many stories about her but few hard truths. I may be young among the ranksnof the divine but even I know that the best place for knowledge is the source.”

"Lady Ciel will be glad to have your company," the Harpy replied, smiling as she beckoned Saef inside. She took a moment to look at the other individual following closely behind the young man, before addressing him again, "Excuse me for asking, sir, but is she with you? Lady Ciel's instructions were a little vague about the number of guests we would have tonight. I may need to get more refreshments ready if you have company."

With a confused tilt of his head Saef turned to look behind him, and then up. His brow furrowed as he caught sight of the goddess watching them.

“No...I didn’t even know she was there.”

Amaterasu’s presence was worrying for a variety of reasons. Did the higher ups not want him to meet with Ciel? No, if that was the case he would have been stopped before reaching the observatory. So why was she here? And the fact that he hadn’t noticed her irked him. The safety of Heaven was making him soft, he had started to rely on his technology too much and had let his personal awareness slip.

He turned back and stepped through the welcoming doorway. Giving the maid a smile and a nod as he did so.

“Thank you. It appears the Stargazer is more knowledgeable than I had expected.”

"Very well then, please, follow me, sir," the maid said. She left the door open, as an obvious invitation, in case Amaterasu decided to come inside as well. Finding her way to the library were the Harpy was guiding Saef to wouldn't be an issue. 'All roads lead to Celestia' was a saying even more true when someone like Ciel could freely manipulate causality to make 'coincidences' happen more or less at-will.

"Lady Ciel is waiting for you in the library. Excuse me while I bring up the refreshments," the Harpy bowed graciously after she guided Saef to the entrance of the observatory's library, before leaving towards the kitchen.

Ciel waited inside the spacious chamber, whose walls were lined with all sorts of books, scrolls and mystical looking artifacts all the way to the ceiling —almost three stories above their heads. The center of the library was arranged in a way that made it clear that Ciel used it as living room. A luxurious circular couch occupied the edges of a small depression in the floor, around a glass table decorated with a simple vase holding some of the same flowers that lined the fields outside. Above them, ceiling made entirely out of wrought crystal allowed for a clear view of the sky.

"Welcome, please make yourself at home," Ciel said beckoning Saef to take a seat.

"What may I help you?" She asked with a smile in her face.


Amaterasu took the chance, seeing as she had nothing better to do with her time. The goddess followed a fair distance behind the Harpy and Saef, seeing as she wasn't willing to really start any conversation. She didn't have anything to talk about, so there was no point in even attempting any conversation.

The goddess sat down on the ground next to Saef in Ciel's library, maintaining her silence. This meeting was Saef's, after all, and it was already rude enough for Amaterasu to intrude on the meeting.

The inside of the observatory was large, too large. To say that the dimensions were off would be an understatement of space warping proportions. He could have sworn that the building he entered wasn’t more than two stories tall. The library the maid led him to was a full three.

It really shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. At least his host seemed nice enough.

Saef too a seat on the large couch, not right next to Ciel but not on the opposite side of the table either. Call him paranoid but he figured the closer he was to Ciel the less likely Amaterasu was to try anything.

“Since I’m new to Heaven my knowledge of who is who is a rather lacking. I’m doing my best to rectify that when not busy on the battlefield. And it appears that you have a significant fan base. Lots of people know of you and quite like you. But nobody seems to know much about you. At least nobody who will tell me. I couldn’t even find out what you do.”

The Thaumaturge leaned forward with a respectful but eager look on his face.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you do for Heaven?”

Amaterasu's reaction earned a chuckle, followed by a warm smile, from Ciel. The Stargazer was used to this kind of reaction coming from older, less trusting beings, but a young goddess such as the Solar deity before her being this wary of Ciel was rare. Obviously, the Stargazer was aware that the cause of it came from a cosmic misunderstanding—which Ciel might try to help solve, if that's the stars decree. Yet it was ironic that a Celestial Spirit, of all beings, was this apprehensive when in the Stargazer's presence.

"Lord Saef Harken, right? Iona talked about your arrival in the Nexus," Ciel asked, after Saef finished his questions. She tried not to sound like she knew too much about him, out of education, while confirming that she indeed was aware. An encounter of this magnitude wouldn't pass unnoticed by the one that knew all paths of fate, after all.

Before Ciel answered the second question, the Harpy from before came into the library, carrying a silver tray, holding a tea set made out of the same crystal and silver that decorated the skylight. She filled the cups with a fragrant tea whose smell was slightly reminiscent of that of the flowers that dotted the fields around Ciel's observatory and served them along with checkerboard cookies covered with sparkling vanilla powder.

"Thank you, Aquila. Please, take some of these to Leyona as well. It's not fair of us to be the only ones enjoying your cooking," Ciel said, dismissing the girl, who bowed graciously once again before leaving the library.

"I'm sorry for the interruption," Ciel said, beckoning them to the tea, before taking a small sip of hers. "To answer your question in the simplest way possible, Lord Saef. What I do for the Heaven as you know it can be summed with one word: Nothing," she chuckled slightly, before adding, "Well, it is slightly more complex, but I don't know how much you would be able to comprehend without seeing your reaction to what I just said."

Iona had talked to Ciel about him? Doing so now might make some sense, what with his recent successes in battle. But to have two such important people discussing him back when he first joined was odd to say the least. At least odd enough to try and find out the specifics of their discussion at some point.

As the Stargazer continued speaking Saef accepted a cup from the white harpy with a polite nod. A wisp of steam rose from the liquid in the elegant cup, carrying with it scent that harkened back to his walk through the field outside the observatory. It appeared that his host had a fondness for that particular flower.

He took a sip as the youthful looking woman before him continued. His mind racing at her words. ‘The Heaven as he knew it.’ That would imply that there was a Heaven that he didn’t know. In fact hadn’t he just come across something like that in the last battle...

“How,” He cleared his throat as he set his teacup back to its saucer. “How many Heavens have there been?”

Amaterasu remained silent, but something resonated in her. The thought of another Heaven was intriguing, if anything. It was becoming easier every day to understand what emotions were, but this was something she still couldn't fathom. Was there truly another world that existed for Amaterasu to protect in some other dimension? She didn't know, nor did she care to know, really. Did she? It was all a blur at this point.

A low and emotionless noise came forth when Amaterasu felt the presence of the harpy return into the room before escaping. Why did that happen exactly? Perhaps it was her instincts. She was a fair amount canine compared to the other residents of Heaven, save that magenta-furred humanoid and the submissive disgrace. Maybe she was bred to act like one of those dogs they held in hospitals, calm in every situation. Bah, whatever. She would figure it out in time.

Ciel stared blankly at Saef and Amaterasu's reaction. It was only after the angelic man asked her how many Heavens there were, that she noticed what was the source of it and... broke out into a fit of light-hearted laughter. "Oh, hah, hahaha... I—I'm sorry. I kinda screwed up there, did I not?" She said, resting her cup on her lap and taking a small breath to regain her composure.

"While it's not untrue that there have been other... iterations of the Heavens, as you saw when we met for the last time under Lenuria's waters. However, that wasn't what I mean by 'the Heavens as you know it.'" Ciel brought a finger to her chin and stared at the polished, black marble floor for a moment, considering her options, before she continued, "Well, I guess that telling you a little more isn't going to hurt."

"The reason why I replied like that is that I'm not bound to what you understand as Heaven, or even the Nexus itself. Well, not 'this' me, at least," Ciel made a brief pause to see if Saef and Amaterasu were following her train of thought up to now, before continuing. "This may take a while to explain, if you want a proper explanation, that is. What do you prefer: to hear about me, or about the Nexus itself? Well, at least about as much as I'm allowed to talk about it..."

They had met before? Saef certainly didn’t remember meeting Ciel in the now restored underwater city of Lenuria. Although the mermaid ruler of the city did perhaps bear a certain similarity to the Stargazer.

And as far as the Thaumaturge knew you couldn’t leave the Nexus once you were pulled in. It was the nature of the eternally war torn universe. If she wasn’t bound to this place like the rest of them well, that meant a lot of things. Both about her and the Nexus. The questions he wanted to ask her bounced around in his head like ping pong balls inside a box. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted to go with first.

“Honestly, both. But if I must pick I would like to know what you can tell me of the Nexus. My knowledge of it is as limited as my knowledge of its inhabitants.”

Amaterasu spoke for the first time in this entire ordeal, her cold voice simply uttering her answer to the question. "Harken has the correct mentality in this situation." She believed that, anyhow. Asking a question about Ciel seemed unneccessary for the time being. It was like asking Amaterasu how she felt about anything.

There was only one true question the goddess had to ask the Stargazer, but that would come in time. Her own thought settled down in her mind as Amaterasu shifted into a more comfortable position for her to be on the floor in, which just so happened to be on her front looking forward towards the two other people in the room. Instinctively, her tail began to wag to and fro, though there was no emotion associated with it. Perhaps it was just out of a newly achieved sense of comfort.

"It's not that you 'must' but rather that I cannot speak about two different subjects at once, can I?" Ciel had a loving, yet slightly patronizing smile on her lips—not unlike that of a mother or older sibling talking to an eager child— as she answered Saef and Amaterasu. While it wasn't untrue that Ciel could talk about both literally at once, what purpose would it serve?

"Anyway, I'll assume that you are familiar with the publicly available history of the Nexus. Please, correct me if I'm wrong," Ciel said as a way of introduction before making a brief pause.

"Among the information that I can talk about—for a number of reasons of various degrees of importance— the one that I think that you are most aware at the moment is that this is not the first... shall we say version?, of the Nexus. What you were fighting for in Lenuria was one of the previous capital cities of Heaven, from the times of the former Triumvirate," Ciel said as she summoned a starlight globe to project images of the battle of Lenuria, or so it would seem at first, until the obvious discrepancies like it not being fought by the same combatants, one of which being the very same Mermaid Saef talked to before, and that the giant whale-like creature seemed to have an actual physical form as it rampaged through the city spreading death and destruction unimpeded. The soundless projection ended as soon as the creature's massive form charged into the Mermaid's squad, her fate left untold.

"I assure you that both Hell and the Humans shared a similar fate. It happens every time when the forces that are behind the demi-world known as the Nexus, issue a test and its inhabitants fail to succeed. On the other hand," Ciel changed her projection to what looked like the even more distant past, or distant future, showing what might as well be considered a travesty, or blasphemy, by modern Nexus' standards: The three factions coexisting in peace, along with a number of beings who seemed to be members of the higher Cosmos' Hierarchy—of which at least Iona would be recognizable for Saef and Amaterasu— looking over them, "if the tides of fate shift ever so slightly, this world would be achievable as well. After all... even if Their methods are not the most appropriate, They will indeed offer compensation to those who are 'worthy of it' in Their eyes."

The more human of Ciel’s guests sat silent for several moments as he absorbed the information. The Nexus was even more different from an ordinary universe than he had though. He was even starting to suspect that it wasn’t a natural universe at all. Rather it was more akin to some sort of cosmic Petri dish, created by the Powers of the multiverse in order to some desired result. And had apparently failed and wiped clean an unknown amount of times. It made one wonder just what they were after.

The second scene also gave him pause. Demons had all but destroyed his world, the remaining habitable areas wouldn’t remain so for much longer after the massive ecological damage done. There had even been talk of creating a massive mobile space station to hold the survivors. Regardless, Saef hated the denizens of Hell. Hated them with a passion that had once threatened to consume him. The idea of peace with them caused him to clinch his jaw as the embers of his rage smoldered in his eyes.

And yet even as the emotions rolled through him he could see what lay ahead. Eons of constant and unending combat. None of the three sides of the Triumvirate would ever truly win. Not while the resurrection system was active. And he had the distinct feeling that They wouldn’t allow the creation or usage of loopholes in that system. No, they wanted the fighting to continue like this until somebody passed their test.

Saef’s jaw unclenched and he slowly blinked. When his eyes opened again the lights were gone, the rage now a dim thing exiled to the back of his mind.

“Something tells me you know the kind of shift needed to bring about such a future. If you are willing I would like to hear it.”

Amaterasu silently listened to the explanation, understanding most of what occurred in the past Nexii. Amaterasu felt like she should've felt some kind of emotion here, but she simply couldn't. Rage? Empathy? Susanoo would be drunk off her kiester and Tsukuyomi would just be looking for others to understand how to feel. Amaterasu just... didn't know. She didn't know what to feel.

So, she didn't. She remained with a stoic expression on her face as she watched the light show continue. Though, one part did pique her mind. A compensation would be awarded by the Gods of Gods? It only piqued her interest because of one thing and one thing alone. The goal of a real heart.

But first, Amaterasu would wait. This was Harken's business.

"They don't call me a Fulcrum of Fate for nothing, you know?" Ciel replied to Saef's question with another one of herself, before letting out another light-hearted chuckle. "I'm sorry for that, I know that I should not steal others' time—especially in an hour of need such as this one— but I'm having quite a bit of fun breaking my routine. Let me answer your question straight and perhaps address a few other of the other concerns I can see on each of you right now."

"First of all, I do know what paths of fate could lead to that outcome—I know about all of them, after all— but neither can I exert much of will to steer fate towards any given path, nor do I see it in you the will to try and follow a path that would end in peacemaking with the Demons. If you still wish to know, I can guide you but is that really the choice you want to make, Lord Saef Harken? Also, what is your opinion Lady Amaterasu? Even though your heart is locked, you should be able to make choices and express your desires," Ciel asked with a more serious tone now, staring Saef and Amaterasu with an intense gaze, before returning to her default expression.

The Stargazer scooped a cookie and nibbled at it slowly as she waited for their reply.

“Spoiling are we Stargazer. I never expected someone of your stature to so loose-lipped.”

The fun and games were over; whatever calm Ciel felt would dissipate to a voice she knew very well. Made manifest in a flicker of reality, the space beside her temporarily undoing herself, came the mismatched girl. Her expression curled into a sneering frown, Harley not even giving Ciel so much as a glance; her interests lay more in the two who wanted to learn more about the Nexus. Only when she had studied both did she bother to regard the Stargazer.

“Careful now pet. You might choke on your cookie if you talk too much,” Harley mused, leaning on the sofa’s edge. “We wouldn’t want to have these fine warriors of the Nexus get the wrong idea now do we. No, not at all,” the Vassal said, placing an unwavering stare onto Saef. Immediately however, she flicked back to the goddess and smirked.

“Well, well, look at her Ciel. She’s just like that undead brat of yours.”


"I hold no stong beliefs in either way," Amaterasu stated bluntly. "As sad as I should be to admit, I'm a bit foreign and ignorant on the concept of 'desires'. I hold one true desire, and that is to retrieve my heart from the Machina that stole it."

The group was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Harley. Amaterasu had been informed of rumors of such a being, but never actually expected to meet the being under these conditions. Similarly, she didn't expect for her ear to flick towards Harley in a disapproving manner. Protective instinct, possibly. The Stargazer was a figure of high authority, and it made sense for Amaterasu to leap to her aid.

"What do you mean by 'undead', Miss?" Last time Amaterasu checked, which was about fifteen seconds ago, she was breathing and alive. What is the meaning for this attempted insult?

Something happened and a black and white woman was suddenly among them. His knee jerk reaction was to go for his tome, this person was most certainly not friendly. He stopped himself however. The monochrome woman before him radiated zero power. That just didn’t happen. Ever. Everyone and everything possessed some level of magic no matter how small.

Besides this had all the hallmarks of a warning. The kind he had been expecting from the goddess on the floor nearby. Apparently they were dancing around some highly classified information here. The type that They didn’t want their little test subjects knowing.

So he didn’t jump halfway across the room to gain space. He didn’t summon his most powerful barrier. And his tome remained tucked away in its pocket dimension. His momentarily widened eyes narrowed once more while his posture remained rather tense. He didn’t care if the monochrome woman knew how much she freaked him out. It would probably help his chances of survival. When an apex predator showed up it was best to let it know you knew what the pecking order was.

“If I might chance a question,” He asked of the newcomer. “What should we not get the wrong idea about? I would hate to have my spine removed because of a lack of clear information.”

—Heaven: Palace of Celestia—

"Sometimes, even I'm impressed by myself, hehe! This is really gonna be great," Diana said to no one other than herself—while flashing a huge grin— as she made her way back from the store she went to visit earlier, lugging a couple of bags that were full with a wide assortment of cooking supplies. "I wonder what I should do for Bastion? Last time we fought I remember that she had a bit of blueberry smell coming from her— perhaps I should do a jam filled one for her? And for Suparna, I guess that fermented golden apples will do fine. But... what if I screw up and make them alcoholic? Nah, like that gonna hap—"

Diana's outwardly thinking was interrupted when her ears caught an unfamiliar noise. "Someone's playing something? How long has it been since the last time?" Diana asked herself as her feet carried her towards the source of the sound. A quick visual scan would lead to Diana spotting someone she wasn't acquainted with playing the violin in a balcony overlooking this wing of Celestia. While Diana didn't think that it would be polite to interrupt said person's solitary sonata but she didn't have any pressing matters—the chocolate won't run away on its own... right?— so she found a place to sit nearby and took a moment of her time to listen to the song while chowing down one of the golden apples that she bought earlier.

Shade sat in silence, gently bobbing its head while listening to its partner's music and calmly munching a cookie. Despite being a fragment of a force that existed before Creation itself, it did not have grand ambitions like its counterparts such as a desire to maintain an abstract ideal like "Balance" and much rather enjoyed peaceful moments like this. This was likely the reason it and Sheena went together so well as they were both content to do their own thing when not out taking care of a mission.

Sheena had never been the most talented at playing music back when she was human, but did well enough to had been offered the chance to play in his/her high school musical....which was yet another event her deadbeat father had never showed up to, which was fine with her as she figured he had stopped caring about her a long time ago. Shade seemed to appreciate the music though, so that was an upside. As she took a break, she heard someone munching an apple and turned to face the lady who had been watching, "Oh, hello there. My apologies, I didn't realize I had an audience."
No worries on my part. I won't be going anywhere any time soon.

If anyone has anything to talk about, I'm up for discussions.
I am stuck waiting for the assembly


It'll come no later than this weekend, we are just piecing some details together.
I'm interested in joining this. Is there a faction that is short on players compared to the others?


Both the Demons and the Machina need more meat on their bones. Quite literally in some cases.

@KoL

Thanks for the advice, I just didn't want it to sound too OP.
I'll find some alternate weaknesses instead :)
Hopefully have a WIP up soon for further critique.


We will be waiting for it, then.
So I just finished watching 'Altered Carbon' and it's got me inspired to make a character with the same concept.

His life and soul have been digitalised and can be put into different synthetic bodies or mechs. Happens automatically when he dies but he might not get all his latest memories depending on his latest upload.

My character is different because his soul/spirit is active like a ghost in these mechanical bodies. They are still stupidly expensive to replace, death is always painful and reawakening can take some time depending on where the next available body is.

This is my concept along with some early demonic intervention during his normal human years that set him on a very vengeful, demon hating path.

Sound ok?


First of all, welcome. We appreciate that you have taken interest in our game.

The concept of a ghost in the machine, can work very well. However, there are a few things in that need to be clarified:

Ressurection in the Nexus didn't really come at any great cost. He could be destroyed and rebuilt without losing any memories whatsoever.

Also, the Machina are a very post scarcity society, the concept of cost doesn't work for them like it applies to most other words. You character could always have as many spare bodies as needed. So he would not have to wait before being revived.

Other than these details, the idea is very acceptable. Let us know if you need any more information.
I'm pretty sure the message at top of the homepage means that we (may) face instability for some time.
@Hank

I never said I expect the Guild to behave like a business, that's irrelevant for what I was trying to say in regards to the issue at hand (i.e.: the progressive degradation of the site's functionality) and the continuous stream of passive aggressiveness when I'm simply touching on the only possible measure we have to protest is really making me reconsider my opinion abou this site.

I mean, I could be snarking in the sidebar (if I could access my profile, that is) like a good deal of others are. Just because I decided to talk in the thread relating to the issue you don't need to be this defensive. I'm not accusing you or anyone else other than Mahz for his neglect; I know that you can't do anything (which is a whole other can of worms). However, this site being a hobby, or being free, aren't walls that you can keep hiding behind forever, otherwise we will be left with no site to play with when something finally happens.

I'm not trying to sound entitled or demanding, but the truth can't be denied forever.
@KoL Out of curiosity, how many websites do you use daily that have no monetisation model?

(The Guild's ads only cover the hosting costs, no more.)


Why do you think that I leave my adblock inactive on this site? I know this very well and am not bothered at all by the one small ad at the top of every page.

You seem to be misunderstanding the reason for my actions, while trying to use very aggressive ways of talking to someone who's tying to make their point come across as peacefully as possible.

You still wonder why I'm feeling that the administration here isn't worthy of my support these last few days when the best argument you can come up with is the question you issued me?

Reiterating: I'm an avid user of this site and personally like it much more than any of the many other options around the internet. It's pretty in its minimalism, but the neglect —along with passive aggressive behavior— from the administration makes it so that I can't give my support at the moment.

Since the only support that we users can give is allowing the single, non-invasive, ad to run, the only option to taking this support back is turning the adblock on.

It's not a protest against the ad, it never was, it's against the current state of the Guild. I'll turn it off immediately once the site goes back to being usable, hopefully along with a more user friendly staff. However this last point is another issue altogether so I'll drop it here.

Just don't try to derail my argument again, right?
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