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August 29, 2024
Ser Illvin dy Arbanos
his translator.
The same one? Or was that one killed?
Haha take that ouch
Sordso
He smiled grimly at what he saw—or possibly at what he didn’t see.
Illvin
Ista
Not the god’s failure, then, but hers;
Maybe she had been supposed to give this task, to give the god, to dy Cabon after all. Maybe keeping it for herself had been the great presumption,
The god may be absent, but I am still present. Maybe this is a task for dense matter, to do what matter does best: persist.
Dowager Princess Joen,
a drab, moonfaced young woman
Foix
Without her demon, she was just . . . a little, sour, aging woman.
Stubborn will without scope of mind.
Joen, it seemed to Ista, was trying to fill Jokona with her authority as a woman filled a household, and by the same techniques;
Simile extended
Not even the gods controlled it all.
Men enslaved each other’s bodies, but the silent will of the soul was sacred and inviolable to the gods
Prince Sordso
the moonfaced princess at Joen’s feet.
She’s using the girl for a demon repository. Her own disdained daughter’s soul is made a stall for it.
Within Ista, the god unfolded.
The thirteenth demon, spinning wildly through the air toward her, trailing its evil umbilicus.
Ista opened her jaws in a fierce grin, and took it in a gulp.
Haha
Joen
Ista,
For a dizzy instant, Ista wondered who was the fisherwoman and who the fish.
Simile extended
Simile nice
Enter Joen’s body through that channel.
Ewww
Simile
Simile
The creature was very dense, and ugly. And large. And old, centuries old, rotten with time.
Ista flinched, but the Presence sustained her.
Your wrongful attempts to impose order create yet vaster destruction, said Ista to Joen.
The dead belong to Us; sorting them is beyond your calling.
The souls of the yet living, torn apart untimely while still trapped in the realm of matter, those are your care on Our behalf.
No, said the Voice regretfully. This is will-not. So it shall pass with its demon to the place of be-not.
Ista had a vision
the picture leaked, perhaps, from His...
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the Bastard’s hell. Reservoir of pure destruction.
the Voice
sweet Ista,
if you survive this, no other demon astray in the realm of matter should pose too onerous a challenge to you hereafter
Haha - she’s found a midlife career!
Haha
Persistent Ista.
Joen’s
One at a time or all together?
Ista swallowed the demon.
These cords. I recognize them.
