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Ductu Myrkul

We wander in the minds of other things.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

Description

Ductu is a rider that wanders along in the guise of other creatures. Myrkul dispatches them to understand things which are foreign and not human. She adds her intellect and thereby her goals to the creature and can speak in many languages producing the structures necessary to do so. While becoming a greater whole Ductu nonetheless holds the strings of the bonded creature's goals. While she has a distaste for bonding with sapient creatures she abjectly refuses to subvert the will of humans. She is likely to undo hostile psychic efforts against the host creature to effect escape. Weaving into the creature's body it becomes larger and more hardy and in the night or shadow one can see the faint crimson crown of Ductu's mental defenses above the creature's head.

Gender: Female
Race: Ascended hairworm
Age: Not applicable
Height (personified): 5'8"
Theme: Link
Description

Ductu can be somewhat androgynous when personified if going about her business alone but when engaged with other sapients she takes on much more feminine features. Her smooth face hints at some well designed symmetry hidden just underneath and defined enough for a warm smile. Her fingers shorten to lithe attractive hands if she needs to interact with substances. When interacting with physical objects her hands take on the smooth cool texture of silken gloves. The rest of her substance feels much like a silt caressing as it moves past. She takes on eyes sometimes which are silver with red irises.
Powers

  • Bond - When Ductu bonds with a creature they gain a supernatural hardiness. As she is woven into their muscles if they sustain any bleeding she can cauterize wounds very quickly. This is stupendously painful when done in large amounts so Ductu prefers to seal wounds with her own substance until the host can rebuild themselves. The host's skin is more robust as the networks of black motes are far more resilient than most flesh. If the host takes too much damage without having time to heal it may prove fatal for Ductu to leave as she may be triaging for a good amount of flesh that hasn't regenerated yet.
  • The Crown - Ductu's will produces the faint red crown above the creature's head seen largely at night as during the day it's too bright. The bonding is vulnerable to psychic attacks which weakens her but Ductu will not leave a bonded animal unless absolutely necessary. The bond allows her to repair hostile efforts against the host mind. While bonded with such a creature its will is very difficult to subvert by others without also breaking Ductu's own first. As long as she is there she is conscious enough to exploit the bond.
  • Personify - If she leaves a bonded animal and personifies Ductu will not easily be damaged holding a wispy solidity unless needing her hands to manipulate objects. Outside the weakness of the bond she will prove heavily resilient against psychic attacks but weak to fire. Touching Ductu's mind is damaging in of itself as it innately reacts with hostility to things attempting to actively bond with her benign or otherwise. She moves very quickly as her claws liquefy and consume what they puncture. Ductu prefers diplomacy for sapient creatures or bonding with everything else than damaging potential hosts however.


Current Host

Unknown female - Darknet handle "Neural Saint"

Ductu found this female with a sucking chest wound from persons she had no capability to identify. She would never take a human by force but neither could she allow a human to perish. So it was she bonded with the girl quickly fading from reality. Ductu reached out and anchored her from falling into the dark of nonexistence by replacing the destroyed flesh with herself. A mind still absent the girl's waking thread still recovers as Ductu's motes tend to the seared neural garden.

So begins...

Ductu Myrkul's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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Tea It shall be

Ondona examined her nice host, she looked to be an unfamiliar sight. Looking more patched up than fully healed, with long fingers and a flat but feminine make. It was obvious she was female. Of course the Goddess did not mind the strange sight, if anything her dress was a little bit weird. The pink dress seemed normal, but some would catch a glance through the arm sleeves. It was almost like a galaxy was stuffed inside there, signs of small light were moving as well.

Of course, as the woman who was now known as Becca was glad to have some tea. Royka immediately went to work. Bringing out a tray from seemingly out of nowhere, with porcelain tea cups with intricate floral patterns. He set two cups on the table and poured a purple liquid in each cup. "The tea you shall be enjoying today is Arnold Palmer. An iced tea with lemonade." The man spoke as he bowed deeply.

"Thank you very much Royka. Please, take a break. And do have a cookie." Ondona spoke with a gentle smile as she took a gentle sip from her cup. Roya of course slowly nodded as he helped himself to a cookie and ate it under his fedora.

Of course Royka noticed the Ductu glaring her distaste at them and he himself glared under his hat. His Mistress's safety came first of course.

A newcomer, and the arrivals

The Emperor soon turned to face the new arrival. He easily noted her battered appearance, made more obvious with her limp. But the power that flowed from her was great. "Greetings Mada, I see that you had doubts on my prowess. Of course, I am but human so its understandable. I will show you my skill in due time, but I am glad to meet you...speaking of which...I sense a disturbance in the warp. They are finally here."

Inside The Alter, Figures soon appeared. The first was The Primarch Lemen Russ, The Wolf King of the Space Wolves and the VI of the Primarchs. Emerging from a tear in the warp. Wearing his signature warplate, The Armour of Elavagar. This suit of Artificer Power armor looked rather dated, a sword and axe in both hands, Bolter strapped to his back and frag grenades adorned to his waist. The Battle ready Primarch simply gave a hearty laugh. "So the tales were true! Father has returned!"

The second to arrive was Jaghatai Khan, the V of the Primarch's to enter this place. The Great Khan of the White Scars appeared from a tear in the warp. Adorned with a set of Artificer Power armor covered with fur of some great beast. WIth a strange curved sword in hand and Bolter strapped to his back. "Ah Father, it is good to see you again. You did survive through your trials and returned once again."

And finally the last to arrive, was Corvus Corax, who had appeared from the shadows itself. The XIX of the Space Marine Primarch's. Wearing his signature Power Armor, The Sable Armour. On his arms were a set of Lightning Claws and on his waist lay an energized whip. He also had a pair of Archeotech Pistols strapped to his waist and a set of Frag and Shroud Grenades. On his back was a Jumppack. He remain silent, but nodded to his father.

However one primarch was missing, Vulkan. He had promised to only appear if the Salamanders could find all of his hidden artifacts. It was no surprise he would not be here but taking his place was Lion 'El Johnson who slowly woke up, his mind returned back to normal. Known as The First, and the First Primarch made by the Emperor. He was the Primarch of the Dark Angels. With his Lion Sword by his side and his Lion Helmet hanging on his waist, he stood at ready along with the other Primarchs, or at least most of them had returned from the maws of the warp, unfazed and not an ounce of corruption in their system.

"I was expecting to wait a bit longer for your arrivals. But to return back from the Eye Of Terra itself this soon is proof that you all have grown immensely stronger. The time is finnaly here to finnaly return the Imperium back to normal my sons, with the help of our new allies, we can finally fix everything and return to our faithful duties...and that is to end the tides of Chaos and everyone that threatens mankind."

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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The suffered comet

Nuria straightened up at the arrival of the Living Emperor's sons though it was clear she'd a few broken bones. Nuria closed her eyes as her billowing hair shone orange embers inside. Extending a hand a sputtering blue and yellow flame appeared above her palm. With it came a distinct smell of burnt sage as the discolored fringes of the bruises on her exposed flesh alit in red. They seared inward leaving scarring behind on her porcelain face. Chased behind them another blue line of purification turned scarring to smooth pale skin. As she purified herself a hand-sized nurgling crawled out of her armor leg its arm blackened and smouldering as if infested itself. It crawled a scant few steps before the glow of its own shadow tore at the small creature. Nuria's own will indoctrinated the infesting powers after she'd pounded through the Prime Egress as a singularly strong flaming ball of wrath. Still, the black storm's wind did her psychoportation no favors and smashed her against the rocks of the planar anchors long the egress.

The sputtering blue flame slowly turned toward a smooth cobalt as the remnants of the impacts through lesser demons burnt away. One could smell the fell blood slowly turn to the smell of sage as it ablated entirely. Tables now turned with her infiltrating demonkind instead to reduce it to ash. Her leg made a loud snap of a bone fusing together though her face winced hard no sound passed her lips. Less focused on the activity now that her leg was uninjured she nodded at the Living Emperor and the Primarchs, "I apologize for my state but the demon threat has not left the Jinhai's goings unnoticed. Their lesser hordes wander into the Prime Egress from the warp. My purifying wake has left few standing for now. The rest will die at the hands of my brothers if my blood does not kill them first. I am Nuria and direct my sisters, the Mada of Myrkul's Vein. I am glad to see the Living Emperor's progeny is in good purity."

She eyed them all carrying the bright violet eyes as marker that shows kin to the Fallen Emperor, "The bounty of Genesis has allowed me to dispose myself to you and your own, Living Emperor. Our defenses are deep there now and holds the Prime Egress handily. Many of my sisters will not be able to make the journey until the Prime Egress widens. The rest busy themselves with building defenses within the Black Storm."

A hooded Jinhai silently moved through the group to clean the floor with a wave of its hand throwing streams of pale green disintegration at the floor to destroy the writhing nurgling. The Altar of Myrkul was not a place that suffered soils long.

Myrkul greeted the newcomers with a pulsing under the floor, "Myrkul's Vein greets you, sons of the Living Emperor. Jinhai are at your disposal should you require them. We are aware of a Doom Eagle named Gunnac Umbercaller works with Jinhai to create a forge within Genesis. That True Rekindled one can provide needed armaments as we are still unfamiliar with your technology."

Adolefactus quietly left the source of the fallen behind for the Living Emperor and took his leave. He had yet more humankind to rekindle and a lot of sorting to do. It would take time to identify the aetheric nature of the souls recovered from the black storm. That storm suffered no identity to live and his race hardened to such things by taking refuge in the throng. The Mada as partial humankind did not fare quite so well passing out through the bulwark containing the black storm. It took great effort to shed the iron hand of that endless swirling storm let alone psychoport through it.

A day with visitors

Becca's human face brightened as she reached for the teacup though she winced from her position atop the counter to do so. Her delicate hand shook a bit holding the teacup at length but took a deep sniff at the cup. Ductu broke her gazed ire to delicately raise Becca up slightly with those black pointed fingers so Becca could better enjoy her tea.

Becca coughed once and smiled with her cybernetic eyes, "Your tea smells good, Mr. Royoka. Thank you!

She looked at the wide worry-eyed Ductu who still said nothing. "Ductu says this place is called Genesis and it only had wheat in it until the uh..", she looked at Ductu to remember, " Overbeings? Yeah, apparently somebody called Myrkul's Vein is making a forest for us."

"If I had a camera I'd take pictures. It's very pretty here! No computer or net access though.", Becca's tired face still smiled, "I like your dress, miss Odona. My only shirt kinda has a shotgun sized hole in it. Are you here for the scenery? And, um, I guess Ductu doesn't like you very much, sorry."

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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Events

As the Sons were greeted, they all simply nodded in respect. However what the Emperor said had drew out some questions.

"Wait, what do you mean 'Finally time to return the Imperium back to normal?' What has happened? We were in the for merely a year!" Lemen Russ was the first to voice the obvious truth. "Remember my son, inside the maws of the Warp, the laws of time do not work. You can be stuck inside for a minute but a whole month could pass in real time. It has been millennium since you all disappeared." The Emperor replied before turning to face Nuria.

The Nurgling that had appeared was quickly snuffed from existence, turned to ash. Her leg soon fixed and snapped itself back into place and she apologized. Before he could speak one of his sons spoke up. "Father, if you consider these people our allies than what we have just seen is the most ridiculous display. If she just dragged a Nurgling with her, who knows what would happen if she contracted one of the Plauge Gods diseases and brings it on a planet! Such failure has devastating consequences!" Jaghatai Khan voiced his displeasure. "However it was also showed you all that our allies posses the power to erase the disease the followers of nurgle carry. Without the need for extremely thorough cleansing. If they have this power, than others who are infected or at risk can be saved much easier." The Emperor replied silencing Jaghatai almost as quickly, with a nod of understanding.

Corax and The Lion simply watched and studied their new allies, to have The Emperor become allies with such strange people. They must have done something of great merit. "Onto the further topic, you speak of Chaos as though they are no longer a grave threat...what is going on?" Corax questioned and The Emperor responded with ease.

"Although Chaos still remains a threat hidden in the darkness, a new enemy has appeared. This in a new...'universe'...of sorts. We are no longer in 'our' universe. Our new enemy is one called the Shadow Legion who threatens mankind. Our mission is to gather enough forces for massive invasion to either wipe them out or deal severe damage to their efforts. They are not to be underestimated, so this is what we must do. We must invent new things...unfortunately your fellow brother of the Iron Hands is no longer with us...I do have an idea for the future to return the fallen back. But for now, we will gather as many forces that you can recruit." The Emperor spoke about their plans before turning to face Nuria once again. "If you meet someone called Cyther, please bring him to The Lion. He has something of his."

The Lion looked at the Emperor with a raised eye. "What do you mean? I have everything I need. My helmet and my...sword? This is not my sword! This is but a replica!" The Lion pulled out the blade to find out it was just a duplicate of his favored weapon. "Which is why Cyther is going to find you."

Tea Time

Ondona simply chuckled. "Royka here does have great tea. I'm glad you enjoy the tea." She smiled while her butler by her side visibly shook. "Its no problem mistress, I would not be a butler if I cant make some tea. Especially for you." He bowed deeply.

As Ondona smiled, Becca's question got her attention. "Well, the sights here look fantastic, however I wanted to spread news around. You see...some being called Ifrit is causing quite the problem. He is currenly corrupting a planet for some reason, then he up an imprisons me along with Duriel who came to mainly attack Ifrit for Lucifer. We are now free, but I fear that this requires the other Gods attention." She soon began to idly twirl a strand of her hair as she drank her tea.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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To stand firm

Nuria waited as the Living Emperor explained the situation nodding in approval at his defense of her and their kind. Though she remained concerned that the Primarchs would accept them listening to attentively in turn. The Jinhai and Myrkul itself could care for no such thing; living weapons neither kneel nor seek approval for their actions. Though their agency the Living Emperor's dicta is wrought. That is all they thought of themselves. Adolefactus understood her concerns more than the other two but he was ever more concerned with his work than the Living Emperor. There were so many rekindled coming so quickly she'd never seen so many humans wrought by the Altar of Myrkul. Perhaps Adolfactus' primary concerns of rekindling mankind were best. They needed humankind's approval in some sense as creatures raised alienated of all the things that still kept her human. She'd kept the Mada in the same home to help preserve that spark of humanity they kindled in spite of the black storm.

Nuria nodded as the billowing hair behind her wreathed itself in a thick braid from her helmet alone that alit from inside with all motes there readied to the purpose of witchfire once more. As the cobalt flame swirled purer the psychic power in her resonated slowly as if somehow empty. With a snap of her fingers she snuffed it out with it most her ferroplasm lantern armor's emission ports. They ring out a noise in the psychic field not unlike the clang bomb casing.

She took a deep breath the burnt sage odor heavy on it then replied to the Emperor, "I thank you for your words Living Emperor they ring true. I will see to studying the almanac while I recover and look for this Cyther hidden among the awareness of the Jinhai."

Then the ashen black eyes turned to Jaghati Khan, "I understand your concerns and that is why only some of the Mada may make the trip. I came because I am the only other Mada who can thunder through that egress and emerge only with bruises from the psychic landscape thereon. The Fallen Emperor made us to protect the scant territory Myrkul possesses within the black storm from taint. The black storm is too unforgiving to cleanse all things from a gyre within."

She walks over to Jaghati to offer her engram blade for inspection. It was a force weapon that was obvious to even a neophyte but the inside moved differently than the simple lenses of force weapons. Its psychic template trundled on its own a true machine spirit for the mind. The sword felt deeper than it should be certainly lighter on the mind than it ought to as an engram blade was a thing built for a venue psyker. The wielder of another mind's power. It had a trigger and a sight that pierced wide into the near-planes like the warp and aetherius. The fount of central ideas loaded like magazines into the haft. One that felt rough and built by hand made in the image of a reforging power but somehow different as it felt sizes too large. The other, well, it felt hot for the mind to grow near like touching the searing memory of a exterminatus seen first-hand. An inferno directed at many rather than one.

The sword is held up to the tall primarch with psimass woven gloves of her lantern shroud saying, "All Mada are weapons of war against Aetherkind in their own ways. Your bombardment and fire destroys their aetheric disease in the corporeal realm so it has no pedestal upon which to stand. As a Mada I am an aetheric pyre that consumes tainted souls that possess bodies."

With a feral smile her eyes flickered fire, "Even their own."

She continued, "Unto this Nurgle or celestials my blood itself is dissolution. The infectious demonkind was dead before it arrived. The pedestal that tainted soul supported simply had yet to understand the void it contained. That it had no choice but to die."

Myrkul interrupted with a dispassionate alert that crossed from a Ducu, then to overbeings, through networks of observation spires, then rolling across its mindspace, "The Celestialkind in Genesis has uttered the words 'Ifrit Aetundai'. My lesser overbeings are in watchful attendance."

Bigger problems than you

Ductu's dusty voice came from an empty face at that that moment as she gave Becca another cookie, "Ifrit Aetundai has been marked an enemy of Myrkul's Vein and thus to the Living Emperor. What information do you have on the corruption in use?"

Becca drank her tea the warmth helping to sooth her ragged throat but interrupted with patina-eyes wide open, "I... Gods? You're a Goddess? I... I guess... it kinda makes sense with what Ductu tells me about Myrkul's Vein. I guess this Ifrit guy is bad news? And It's about time you said something, Ductu! Miss Odona, Ductu said Myrkul's vein is like her boss. I don't know who the Living Emperor is yet but he sounds nice."

"Overbeing.", Ductu corrected.

There was a palpable force overshadowing like a thundercloud as the smaller overbeings drifted overhead. That name of Ifrit Aetundai rang like a gong across Ductu's connection to the overbeings. A small rumble and wooden crack rose as one coiled onto the ground nearby. They did not speak but to loom quietly. Becca rose her head momentarily to peer outside.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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Sudden News

"Thank you, this Cypher is a very agile person. One who could never be found, or caught. But in time he will find us, and when he does whatever my people say. Let him go. He is no traitor...which is another reason why we have to fix the Imperium. A nation built of Theocracy and Xenophobia is just asking for everything to come crashing down. We need to fix these silly ideals eventually..." The Emperor added.

Jaghati Khan looked at the blade Nuria showed him, he seemed to inspect the blade. Something about the blade seemed like it was forged first-hand in an unbelievable fire. Crafted from mass destruction. His mind itched at him, reminding him of an Exterminatus...such a blade...it was death made metal...

"I see I have mistaken you...you indeed possess great power. I look forward to fighting with you against our common enemies." He nodded his approval.

However, once Myrkul's voice echoed that the Celestialkind in Genisis spoke of Irfit. The Emperors attention seemed to focus on that. "So even the Gods are having trouble with this foe...more reason for us to eliminate our foes so we can work on stopping it..."

The News

[font=myriad]"Yes, I apologize about not telling you who I am. But as for this Ifrit person, he seems to be leading some sort of soldiers across the planet slowly converting it for some reason. I thought I could stop him but I never did enjoy fighting, I don't even consider myself a Goddess at certain points. I am just a woman who likes to hunt sometimes and live normally. That and when you are forgotten by humans you have much more free time to relax..."[/font Ondona spoke with a small smile of her face. It was both good and bad at the same time.

Royka remained quiet, looking around as the atmosphere changed.

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Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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Pulpit's price

Nuria nodded at Jaghati with a smile, "After I've recovered, perhaps. I can still spar with any of the Living Emperor's sons, here, if you like. The 'Black Storm's Heart' engram does not come without its costs even if I can shoulder them well. I must stay within the Altar for a time soon after channeling that kind of power or risk organ failure. Only Myrkul's Vein can suffer unharmed through such immolation poured out from the base planes. And I must inspect it."

She closed her eyes and gingerly set her sword on its point. The metal balanced effortlessly on its own straight up as it hadn't a scabbard but one sheath in five fingers of flesh, blood, and fire. Each digit had its nuanced shallow worn in the handle wrap just enough for the wear's uniqueness to her then took no more. Eyes closed she quieted her mind to open the engram socket inside her weapon. As a rectangular frame of etched bone pushed into thirdspace she took the loom of densely interconnected wires. The threads burnt deeply but black and the whole went further in than its frame's thickness. Some living shard of a burning void that suffered no aetherkind to live howls from deep inside the bone-framed psionic machine. A gale ever screaming through thin walls of ebon strands. The foundation bone was etched in Loross the language of the long-dead empire of the Fallen Emperor. It was his bones shaped into a vessel to contain the power.

She looked it over reverently while her mind's eye sought errant patterns and torn strands. This engram frame could be repaired but not easily replaced one had to be careful while it was removed. They paid to it a great deal of direct attention and maintenance. Speaking aloud she knew Jinhai were always listening, "Only minor damage to the engram. Mostly to me and I will heal. It will have to be stored until Sybil can see to its maintenance."

Myrkul continued in its original thread of thought, "The Celestialkind Odona does not carry a pantheon with her. A minor servant is in attendance. The Aetherkind does not bring an active strategic threat with her. I will pass questions to the Ductu if desired, Living Emperor. I can also thread a gate to that place with my lessers securing it."

There was a faint feel like the hum and spatial torque of a warp engine as Myrkul spun up the planar energies required to create a new node within the Way elsewhere in space. As prodigious mind did so with a distant astral projection it offered with its voice from glinting walls, "It is possible for the Mada 'Sybil' to make the trip through the bulwark once repairs to anchors have completed. Your energies, Mada, widen the egress. We give the Sons of the Living Emperor full dispensation of the Mada quartermaster and smith when she arrives unless the Living Emperor requires otherwise."

Looming watchers

A giant spiral of black dust peeped in one of the front windows at the wooden frame just out of Becca's view. An eye of a creature that arced long and high above the small cottage stared at him quantifying the threat. Though it still said nothing the lesser of Myrkul's Vein pulled away to merely look on with the others out of view of the windows. They were studious to not interrupt though they did nothing to conceal their pervasive auras of order. The humankind Becca couldn't detect such things and it suited them to ensure that the Aetherkind knew they were watching.

The ductu looked out the window for the moment as if speaking. Ductu's dusty voice then then turned back, "We are aware of Ifrit's attempts to corrupt. Genesis appeared to stifle his advance but we cannot protect an infinite plane at all points. We will do what we can and are also content that humankind does not care for you."

Becca weaved her head to try and see what Ductu was looking at but couldn't sit up. She did comment at the Ductu's tone however, "Ductu! She's not a bad person! If you don't like the Ifrit person either we should totally help! I'll get better soon!"

The Patina-eyed Becca tried her best to sit up and only made it to her elbows, "Um if you fought him did you figure out how they were uh, corrupting the land? I guess? He sounds like a demon."

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Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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Forgotten but happy

Ondona had a small smile when Ductu spoke about humans not caring for her. "How dare you say that to her! Mistress Ondona---" Royka was about to argue however a raised hand silenced him. "Unfortanantly...he is correct Royka. I thank you for not viewing me as bad but I am indeed a forgotten Goddess. But I do not mind it, it's wonderful to go to the realm of mortals to relax. They have many natural beaches, and so many beautiful planets. Without having to do anything, I may be ageless and 'immortal' but I enjoy the fun things in this life of mines." Ondona spoke with a kind smile.

Of course when she mentioned the beach, Royka seemed to tilt his hat even more over his face. But Ondona soon began to answer the second question. "I believe...he was using the planet as an anchor to his presence. And when I did fight him he was controlling time like child's play. My efforts were reversed, and he even duplicated himself. I was scared because as you know I don't fight, and I only just enjoy this life of mines. I wish I could help more but this is what I know...although he can create his own dimension..." Ondona soon thoughtfully drank her tea and ate the delicious cookies.

To Further Humanity

The Emperor nodded to his newfound information. "I see...We shall craft the finest armor here then but for the time being let us discuss what my Imperium is trying to accomplish. To become the leaders of Wing City and colonize a uncloninized galaxy which they have dubbed 'Segmentum Solaris' to finnaly rebuild the Imperium. These two evens are vastly crucial for our success. With a wealth of knowledge on so many species and enemies, and possibly recruiting elite warriors to join our fight against mans enemies. We must make sure nothing sabotages this election, and ensure the colinization of Segmentum Solaris goes well." The Emperor spoke as he began to put new plans into action.

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Character Portrait: Ondona Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul

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To balanced ends

Myrkul called a Jinhai busy moving about and redirected it to them. The hooded surface disturbed and dusted as Myrkul gave the Jinhai a new shape. The new body that coalesced was a colorless duplicate of Bristol Stacks about whom Myrkul explained, "A statement of affairs then. Another among that race of leaders for Humankind, Bristol Stacks, wears a Ductu. Humankind Bristol is considered friendly with you Living Emperor, and humankind. The Ductu monitors his health and defends against silent agents of corruption. We do not impugn the free will of humankind. The humankind's agency in goals of leadership is his own. We suggest interacting with humankind Bristol to assuage fears arising belief of the Living Emperor as Aetherkind.We are aware of another in the service of you, Living Emperor, and we have no information of detail as to his presence. We find him... incendiary."

Myrkul continued, "I have disposed as many Jinhai as I am able to Wing city as I am able to sustain across the Way as it now stands. Others such as Ductu are less reliant on the almanac so I dispense them as needed. Jinhai concentrate on Wing City to rebuild its foundations and rekindle as many of the destroyed as is practical. We prefer rekindling of imperial guard over citizens as ever under threat as the city is. Pockets of tainted Humankind remain trapped in rubble but we observe no further Umbralkind. A Zhou containing a Wen remains in the home of Dragonkind known as the Silver City. It expressed an interest to explore that world and so we have granted its limited autonomy. It has dispensed its Wen to one that may serve the aims of protecting Humankind."

The simulacra of Bristol Stacks rose one hand and a single point of light appeared then exploded in a network of fluctuating tethers, "I have expanded the Way as I am able. Most planets near to Terra now have at least one gate by which the Jinhai may travel. The planets of Humankind known as Taiyou and Ashen have proven resilient to gate formation. Once the core gate is established on Cryo I will be able to materialize corporeally anchored beings across the way gates such as soldiers of the imperium. I can move your... psykers as tainted as they may be without significant difficulty. However the Psi-forge near the place called Lorandor has been out of contact with us during the transfer of cognizance crystals with which the Jinhai are to build the core way gate. This would not be unusual for the psi-forge to generate interference however their Way link draws much from my wellspring in this moment without due pause."

The voice remained flat as it ever was, "I grow concerned that the interference is intentional and defenses at the psi-forge are underway. A Jinhai has returned to the altar without motes and is sequestered as it has suffered minor taint. As they are most active it would be unwelcome for the cognizance cube to come under control of Demonkind or Umbralkind. It represents suitable storage to create an unstable tear into reality to tether inside the core way gate and expose the Black Storm."

It paused to check once more, "The psi-forge is obscured to clairvoyance. We observe at a distance in Lorandor that there is a storm overhead. It does not resemble the effects of demonkind currently known to us. The humankind known as Ean is understood to be capable enough at completing the task."

Drained bridges

Ductu's sandy voice ground at Royoka, "You have the ire Aetherkind have earned. When the Fallen Emperor still ruled Aetherkind stood idly by as they destroyed whole cities into lifeless desert. They did nothing as millions fell to Phaerimm drained as all life from the thrones of Mankind. When the Fallen Emperor made a place for a nation to sleep until the Phaerimm could be destroyed Celestialkind sent Demonkind to the holy city to destroy all that slept there. We obey the Emperor's last Dicta, 'Suffer not the will of aetherkind with power they will not defend humankind.'"

The eyes narrowed of Ductu a member of what few creatures wholly from Myrkul's Vein could understand a grudge, "We acknowledge you are less of a threat than demonkind or outerkind. For that, you were last for us to turn to dust like all their armies that came to claim the holy city. The Living Emperor has made a new Dicta of neutrality toward those not humankind. We have not forgotten. We cannot forgive the dereliction of your kind's duties. For this reason only do the lessers of Myrkul's Vein not shoot you Celestialkind on sight."

Becca had only been conscious for a week or so at best. It was hard to tell here if not for her implants having a clock display. The sky never turned to night in Genesis. Becca didn't know what to say Ductu hadn't discussed what she was yet, not really. Becca had an ax to grind with corrupt authorities of wing city but she never considered absentee or corrupt Gods before. How would you even fight that? How would you stop a Diety that turned bad?

Becca looked between Ductu and Odona, "Ductu, that city you protect... it's empty? They killed everyone? They can't all be like that I mean there's got to be some that protect humans. I mean, don't gods kill demons? Why wouldn't they protect all those people?"

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To preserve Balance

"I have no intention of interfering in this election unless something urgent happens. This is for mankind to solve themselves, not me. This election will see who is more worthy of leading the city, if we fail then we don't have the right to continue to interfere in Wing Cities affairs. In which case, we of the Imperium shall shape our path in Segmentum Solaris, we may know mostly war...So at least any hostilities we make will only be directed there from now on..." The Emperor spoke with a firm nod. Win or lose, humanities path shall be made mostly by them.

Of course, the conversation went on. Myrkul was working around, rekindling mostly the guard forces and getting a gate up in Cryo, and informed the Emperor about the psi-forge. "This is rather troubling...If you need assistance I can send help immediantly. We should defend the force lest it fall into the wrong hands. We shall keep our eyes and guard up, and my honor guard will be ready to assist in a moments notice." The Emperor spoke.

A Past Long Ashamed

Before Toyka could be enraged, Ondona raised her hand to quickly silence him. This time, she had a more serious face on. "By order of the council of Celestials...All deities are forbidden from interfering with the mortals in any large scale. The punishment of breaking this rule is severe...Only angels and their kind may interfere with mortal business now..." She responded, this was to clear things up with Becca.

"I heard about Gaia...she was the recent Diety that broke that rule and I know not what happened to her...I know what my kind did was inexcusable...but I cannot say anything...No words would be sufficient...I apologize for my coming here if that stirred up any bad memories...If you ask I shall leave..." Ondona bowed her head low.

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A girl without scars or the visibly blackened soul common to those in this place walked down the street copper-colored cybernetic eyes gleaming. Eyes that would be similarly green with envy threw wary glances as this dark, sullen, and often sinful place was not anywhere to be rash. There were often bad dogs afoot and anyone this far in knew who wasn't an easy mark. This girl in particular from one hand with telltale stretching partly split hands where sharp dripping spines lay at the fingertips. One arm of the dark blue hoodie up to the elbow a darker color leaking drops of crimson periodically. Not all the thugs here were quite so wise.

A young girl with a face out of place but proportionately large looked at shop names then periodically mumbling to herself in different pitches. A long container in one unsoiled hand a small backpack slung over the same shoulder. This girl of two minds in a compromising position to her reckoning made traversing this den of unruly humankind an unfortunate necessity. Becca, hesitating voice the first, far more worried in spikes of trauma streaking across her face. The other, a Ductu of Myrkul, had the smooth pace and firm tongue of the mission-oriented soldier. It was the latter who'd just ripped out a mugger's liver patched the loose vessels inside then shoved the loose organ down his throat.

"Did you have to do that, Ducky? I thought you guys didn't harm humankind? The guy was just high off his tits. They said the new address was around here somewhere we don't have far to go," said the smaller voice as implanted eyes flicked from building to building.

A sandpaper voice that replied came by a writhing black cotton in her mouth as the girl kept looking around, "He was threatening you with a gun Becca. He might still live if he gets medical treatment very soon. We need to find the pair needed for this before we start running out of time."

Becca turned then looked into Titus's shop window, "It's this one! We're right on the mark!"

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Pagherra left her perch to land on Ada's shoulder as both of them looked to the window spotting a person outside. "It looks like we might have a customer Titus." She said, setting her short sword down and waving merrily to the person staring in the window at them "I hope they have something interesting for me to do!" Ada said with excitement.

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The Alchemist simply groaned as he finished off his cigarette and snuffed it out on the counter he was sitting by. It was almost as if Titus perked up a little at the thought of making a few credits on the side for his pilfered goods and illicit wares.

"I can see that."

Titus rose slowly from his seat now only to pop his neck while Waxy scampered away off into a backroom. This would be the day for something interesting to happen and after all nothing was so easily determined than a customer lookin for some backroom goodies that they couldn't get fresh from someone more reputable.

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Hood still up Becca's pale skin had some pattern seen lurking under it as she entered the building and looked around. She didn't look different than the average street urchin, other than the bloodied arm, until Becca's head turned to look left. For a moment a black flat-shaded woman's face did not follow while seeping out of her pale skin like so much sand. Ductu got Becca's attention to look at the woman sitting at the desk. Ductu wasn't one to take her eyes off of the unknown. The relic held at the clean side of haggard jeans dragged faint runic patterns through the dust to those with keen eyes as embossed shadows of some tightly contained energy within. Heaviness when swayed the long grey stone cylinder the diameter of her own leg seemed unlikely for such a waif of a girl to carry so easily much less effortlessly stand in place.

The voice that spoke first to the woman at the front desk was young and somewhat unsure, "Hello, Are you Titus? We're looking for particular conversion skills and beating thaumatological resources we need."

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Ada gave this peculiar an individual a friendly smile before Pointing in the direction of their desired person. "That is Titus over there. I'm just his business partner." As she said this Pagherra hopped onto the counter in front of Ada aiming to get a closer look at this peculiar girl. "Careful Pagherra, Not everyone likes having a young dragon in their face" The small dragon snorted with what could only be derision before taking to the air and getting in close to smell this girl. "Your curiosity and arrogance are going to be your undoing you know." She said, crossing her arms before looking back at the girl "I'm terribly sorry, Pagherra is a bit on the curious side, a bit too much for her own good" Ada apologized shooting a glare at the small black dragon.

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The Alchemist took a moment to look at the young girl wondering what on earth she had gotten into. It wasn't first apparent but now that he was getting a better look at the current company and the strange trinket they carried this was indeed something Titus could deal with. Honestly though things seemed to be going up besides a customer who appeared to have seen better days.

"Sure I can take a look. Hell I might even have what you need in order to take care of that little problem you've got there. It'll need to be examined though before we can do anything."

Titus moved out from behind the counter only to grab a small latched case and produced yet another strange cigarette from his jacket pocket while he walked over to the young street urchin only to shoot a glance over to Adanat and her familiar. They would not need to close up shop but to maybe be ready incase something happens to come their way.

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Becca nodded but the sandpaper voiced Ductu is the woman who responded with Becca's mouthful of black strands, "Good. We have brought compensation and resources for payment."

The cylinder was the first to be put down and the flow of the ley likely quivered as a sealed reservoir descended into its watershed. A small crackle emerged for a moment as brushed grey metal ferroplasm finally made contact. A bell against which power could ring but each stay on its own side the small cognizance vault resonated quietly from then on.

Her backpack was less energetic but rattled a bit as she dropped it at his feet. There were several tied-together credit chits that were empty and one loose where Becca had amassed the funds they contained to pay Titus. Becca had broken into them of course but nobody really cared about the equipment pile at the Wing City 'meat locker' the Jinhai creatures brought corpses to. Rather inspiring to the hacker as Becca really didn't want to end up really dead this time and used for repair parts like some old computer.

Most of the other volume in the pack was of a very old book bound in human leather. Power creeps from it like a fungus leaking from the cover of the pack. The title was in Loross a long-dead language of plane-wandering mages that in the end suffered the same fate. If one skimmed it would be obvious to a practitioner even without the language that it contained ritual for creation of a specific experimental piece of a larger construct not deeply mentioned. Rather than the pattern of rambling paragraphs of some dry theoretical treatise teaching this or that. If one could read the book the name of the artifact in question became apparent in the repeated mention of one 'Nephalem Locus' involving a positive aligned heart and a strong negatively aligned one.

Becca's eyes widened as Ductu removed the hoodie and her shirt in the process with a youthful yelp, "What? Hey, Ducky!"

Her face then turned a pragmatic blasé as the sandpaper voice replied, "Titus needs to see the injury. Your modesty will survive this."

Over the girl's heart was flesh that seemed to squirm sweating some white fluid in the process. Patterns along the skin to the runic eye as if a soul fighting against corruption only the patterns emerging from its pull to 'self' were something clearly alien to a pale waif of a hacker. The wound pattern having the distinct split crater common to a close-range shotgun blast.

The sandpaper voice explained, "Becca is undergoing aetheric rejection of the replacement heart we built. I appear to have spent too long triaging the damage and her soul now claims me as its own. I am not authorized to kill humankind so I cannot leave her. I have acquired a solution from the Necropolis library but we can neither create nor easily acquire the components without undue complications. We have provided a vault for manifestation resources. Becca has sourced local currency from waste objects."

Becca pouted and looked at the ground shifting and apparently unhappy about standing there with just a bra on just moused, "I, uh... the vault has an equivalent of 400 kilomoles of carbon in it. I think particle mass is conserved if you make something heavier? That's, um, about half a metric ton of carbon. I have about 23k in credits on the live chit for costs."

The face turned stony and the sandpaper voice returns, "The book returns with me upon completion. Celestials must not see or hear of that book. Will you take the job at the given compensation?"

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Ada, after noting Titus glancing at the door, stamped a few temporary runes on the wall and door creating a sort of one way lock and barrier to keep anyone from entering for the time being. She also blacked the windows out with a one way darkness barrier after reasoning that the shady folks outside would likely have no qualms with gathering for a free show once they spotted the currently topless girl in the shop. Seeing no further tasks to perform for the current situation, and having an idea. She went into her area "If ye two need me for anything I'll be In the back." Pulling out some empty pouches she got to work turning them into bags of holding.

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Setting the strange case down and igniting his cigarette Titus seemed almost entranced as he looked upon the handiwork of whatever it was that stood before him it was something other than the norm.

"So you offer me a bit of Eden only to try to avert my gaze with credits and what seems to be a near limitless supply of material?

Titus smirked as he brought a hand up to the wound only to take a drag off from his cigarette. Time was indeed of the essence and it didn't help that Adanat took the time to step away to work on whatever projects she needed to catch up on. Instead the alchemist popped the strange case open revealing several syringes of blue and gold mysterious liquid that seemed to pulse like that of a heartbeat. Without even considering to warn the girl or her companion Titus took up one of the syringes with the mysterious golden content only to jam the needle right into his charges heart. Within seconds Titus injected the strange content into the heart which sent the paralytic agent coursing throughout the young girls body which he took hold of and lowered gently upon the floor.
Within seconds of getting her on the floor Titus removed one syringe and injected yet another but this time of the strange blue liquid which would force the young girl to astral project above her own body.

"Adanat, I know your busy but I need your help, could you come over here and create a ward around this form of hers! Also in the back there is a container that is marked with curse seals."

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Ada jumped up and looked to her dragon who gave a nod and took to the air flying towards the back to locate said container for her while she took brisk steps over there. She did a quick stretch with her hands and cracked her knuckles before splaying her fingers out and sending arcs of energy upwards and down. stamping both the ceiling and floor with numerous golden and green runes at a rapid pace before stopping and waving her hands through the air leaving floating blue symbols of power there and a translucent blue dome.

"Ward done, getting your container."She said, quickly turning on her heel and striding hurriedly towards the back. Returning seconds later with the container that was requested and Pagherra resting on her shoulder with a level of inquisitiveness in her eyes not normally seen outside of a cat. "Here ya go Titus. I hope it has whatever ye need." Ada said, setting the container down and stepping over to maintain the ward.

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There was a short tip of sharp fingers that spread the fingertips of one hand even as the girl slipped into paralysis. Facial muscles contorted and seized as Ductu forced a critical squint at the man. It wasn't an organic creature but the astral tether tugged at Ductu's mind now as well. When the next vial came to flush the spirit into view the girl's diaphanous astral form rose out of her body wriggling and listless at first. As a fainter shadow pushed her 'upright' the soul could be seen where a shotgun had blown out her torso. Therein the soul now instead was a mire of threading and a very slowly thumping black heart. Two ragged holes for eyes but for green irises looked around only her mind's eyes present. Though both sides of the astral form clung firmly to each other to keep her alive Becca's soul suffered for it.

A set of oval gold eyes opened behind the girl with hands that clung tightly. It looked at the girl and squeezed eliciting a squeal with a thump of the black heart waking the weightless form, "Agh! hey! A little warning would be nice!"

Becca's astral form lurched and gagged, "What, I'm floating? This makes me really nauseous but I can't puke."

"I gave you a heart of my body so you would not die, humankind. You can now feel why your soul cannot keep it," replied mouthless eyes in a silken older tone from behind her.

The faint oval eyes spoke from their clung position behind the astral form the silver tether passing through the black mass, "The vault is not without limit but taken is deemed due compensation for the task. We are confident that if celestials know of you they dislike you. So we offer you a piece of the fallen emperor because instead if they find either of you with it they even Abyssalkind will mark you for death. They will not bargain and now it is yours until you give it back. Finish our task and fix the Humankind Becca and Myrkul will return with more duties it wishes tended and recharge the vault as tasks suit. Our kind in this city have only interest in our own betrayals not of you humankind to each other."

Becca hadn't spent much time on the streets rather than behind a rig didn't understand the implication so sick, "Hrg... what betrayal?"

"Ssshhhh, little humankind. Let the contractor decide.", came the quiet reply.

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What Titus was about to do with the excess materials he was presented and that crafty little book they had decided to show off was something he had only done once. Swiftly the alchemist reached over to the box and revealed a dark and withered heart which he took up and replaced with the faulty thing that was presented within the young girls chest.

"This is the heart of a long dead sorcerer, a necromancer if I recall correctly....."

Titus smirked as he looked up at the astral projection of the girl only to then dive back down into his work. He quickly placed the eldritch organ in place and called upon his own skills to materialize the excess material within the vault they provided to create diamonds and sapphires which he quickly crushed using time and energy at his disposal. The transmutation he willed upon the materials turned to dust which he sprinkled onto the heart while his hands deftly worked on crafting the arcane signatures needed to force the heart to beat once more.

"Khepa khepa Ra Asperuk...."

His words seemed to slightly take upon a unearthly tone as his hands weaved the spellwork forcing the heart to take root and allowing the blood to flow. Titus smirked as the arcane weave forced the heart to pump rapidly and watched the open cavity slowly began to close. He would reach up to the astral form above him and call the girl down to rejoin her body.

"Forta Forta ushul I'venkar Torshal...."

The eldritch words continued to echo within the safety of the barrier that Adanat had placed for him and soon the newfound heart would fully rest within the young girl acting on its own accord and allowing life to flow properly.

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Ada Just kept feeding her energy into the barrier, Silently observing the proceedings in front of her. Pagherra flitting around the room looking to find Waxy for a closer look at the strange creature.

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Weak pillars of material existence crumble away from a human soul rejecting the human heart therein makes replacement quite easy for Titus. The young girl's chest leaking white ectoplasm moved away like clay as the energy gathering in Titus' fist made a fleshy wake. Within the black motes that were still of Ductu quietly reorganized blood vessels that the fleshy clay would not suffer too much from the process. Coherence at scalar action replumbing the girl with throbbing rivulets of black matte tears of fluid like cotton cords. Those that jerked hard and taut as the new black heart replaced one whose soul strings slowly unravel. The action of his speWeak pillars of material existence crumble away from a human soul. Each string rejecting a pretender heart therein makes replacement quite easy for Titus. White ectoplasm from the young girl's chest leak away like clay from his pressing fingers. Energy gathering in Titus' fist made a fleshy bloodless wake. Within the body black motes that were still of Ductu reorganized blood vessels. Fleshy clay would not suffer too much from the process. Coherence at scalar action to replumb the girl. Those throbbing rivulets of black matte tears flow like eager cotton cords. Those quick lines of psionic life along a red marionette jerked hard and taut at a new entrant. A new black heart replaced one whose soul strings otherwise unravel itself. Every pulsing rivulet in that instant chose a new rome to travel toward.

The vault ever dutiful supplies force demanded of it in small well-written wellspring. The flow from it not diminished at all by the drain of its contained power unlike natural ley wells. A designed vessel of etheric infrastructure it suffused stability. Injection of arcane energy into spells wherever and whenever a void made contact. Particular note went to creation of structural voids designed by the transmutation. Each vent opening in the vault heated a pale green. Though crystal easier for the mechanisms of metacreative entities. The vault made bare struggle to bear the load of gems. Manufacture of high order by the vault near to forced them out his wrist to get into existence. An eager deposition of power went into such patterns.

Though filling those voids also called forth a certain negative energy. The black storm a left an eagerness toward the agent of this black heart. Toward which end power to a chant to liven a necromancer's heart filled Titus's lungs with ease. Aligned power eager to assert within them and alter reality with that call. In his breath faint thunder and howl of a very old planar wrath. One that deities sought but in time failed to hew out of reality evermore.

Those words propel a hurricane of blackness to tear away dying flesh. Even false bone fell away from the broken foundation. Instead the eye of that willed storm built a new foundation upon which the black heart could beat once more. Thus the words spoken with intent. A foundation for unlife laid. A chorus joined to his words like a throng of adherents and acolytes. All named a common cause to the life beneath their new church.

Flesh manifested as the Titus demanded of the throng by words of power. The blood organized as the body required to support its life. The soul rewove to conduct through it a throng of worshippers chanting along to aid the larger cause. The heart a seat for the soul and now so too capable its worshippers that neither would consume the other. That echoes remain a moment too long was easy told from an ear to her heart. A concordance of worshippers still chanted those words.

The ductu herself now free to leave poured out of Becca. That new church started left a gigantic hole in her torso where adherents once were. Her concordance could survive the larger goal as a creature of pure black mass and will of the many. The silhouette of a woman had that hole for only a moment until she shrank a few inches to close the gap. Inside that hole a seen a struggling cruor heart and bits of flesh eroding into black dust.

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Titus finished up the incantation as the final words flowed from his lips and reverberated upon the air within the shop. He worked deftly to even close up his own work as he nodded over to Adanat to lower the ward while the girl would descend back into her flesh with the now beating heart of a long dead necromancer fueling her like a battery.

"There will be some disorientation for a few days..."

The Alchemist sighed slightly as he reached over for the Vault and hefted it upon his right shoulder. It was indeed a payment worthy of his skills and would make a fine addition to the creation and process of valuable gems and metals. However what the man reached for next was something of even more value. Titus casually reached for the leather bound book nonchalantly as if it was a discarded item he was bound to claim as his own. After all a grimoire such as that would have been rare and filled with a variety of esoteric knowledge that could easily be transferred over to another medium, and even fetch a decent price if sold to the right buyer.

"Hell I imagine you might even forgo a meal or two........It will pass though..... Tell you what though sense we did a bang up job be sure and tell everyone you meet that this place is open to take orders and do some discreet business if needed. Trinkets, enchantments, and even potion work are all easily found within this little shop."

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Becca's soul lit from inside as the heart took root an interdiction of energies insulating two antagonistic parts from each other. An armistice thus declared the adherents of one took up the goals of the other. The heart gave motes, what were once part of Ductu, a final resolution to the double-binding Becca's soul foist upon them. A peaceful resolution of loyalties that went their separate ways as the eyes behind Becca's soul closed by the separation. As the strangely copper-colored astral cord finally hauled its soul back home Becca took the strongest breath she'd taken since a shotgun blast removed her heart and most of her lungs. A thick sandy black dune slowly leaks out of Becca as the Ductu leaves her for the first time in quite a while.

As Becca lay on the floor recovering the pile coalesced across her as the dusty motes reorganize themselves into a female shape with long sharp fingers. A ragged hole where a chest should be. Tatters squirmed then simply poured closed as the concordance that was Ductu adjusted its own multitude of hymns by shrinking to fill the volume. Red irises eyes open to look to Titus then down astride Becca.

She eyed the book but a hollow sandy voice said little of it, "Keep the book at the cost of your funeral, Humankind. I see no reason not to permit it. You have done the task asked of you. Seek the place known as Genesis if you wish to trade to charge the cognizance vault when it is emptied."

Becca piped up gathering red-eyed attention while coughing a black dust that simply poured back inside her, "Ductu, is that you? I... why do I see dark? I can see a pulsing dark red place. And there's something inside my head."

The girl bent up to rub one hand at the ragged hole in hoodie torn by gunpowder. Now that Ductu did not replace it only black satin flesh now resided there. Flesh slightly churned and mists blew across it like dunes across a desert. Patina-eyes helping a finger trace one mist drifting across her stomach and it was clear she could see.

"That's your altar now, Becca, the foundation of your concordance. It is your beating heart. You can feel Myrkul's Vein curating your adherents." Said the lithe Ductu's mouthless whisper with a flourish of sharp claw.

"The first Mada created by humankind in many years," She eyed Titus and the book, "Crude, but serviceable, but not likely the last. Celestialkind will not be pleased."

Ductu eyed Adanat's little dragon flitting the room able to see it herself now, "Dragonkind have changed little since we created the Zhou. A small one yet, this, and curious too."

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