“Is it worrisome that we’ve included the twins in our endeavor Dyrena?”

“Certainly Helgon. Everything about our endeavor is worrisome.”

“I am referring to the amount of time we have spent so far on predictions and balancing equations to ensure that there is at least a rough parity between the powers we shall all obtain.”

“Yes, well predictions of this magnitude are an inexact application of what it already an inexact field of study. I remain unconvinced that Insikir’s projections are as well founded as he believes them to be given that he is basing them on the Felspar-Hollins Hypothesis rather than the work Gertz, Snaghok, and Blinds did to refine it, but Gertz and Snaghok was repudiated for three of their papers which makes their joint work hard to advance.”

“I am willing to take as a given that we are lacking in precision but will at least be somewhere near to the correct overall range Dyrena. My concern is less with that and more that if we are not orders of magnitude apart from each other, then Vitor and Malgenia should hold sway over, on average, twice as many domains as the rest of us, will they not?”

“Individually? No. In fact I believe even collectively they will hold fewer than you or I will on our own.”

“That seems statistically unlikely though does it not?”

“If we assume a flat statistical spread, then yes. However Malgenia distorts the distribution rather strongly.”

“Yes. I’ve observed that several times now. Surely she will be as adept at gathering the god shards as the rest of us though? Or is it Vitor who you suspect will be particularly maladroit at the task?”

“Quite the contrary. I expect that both of them will prove to be quite proficient at gathering all sorts of power when it’s freely available. No, it’s more a matter of intent that I am imagining will set them back.”

“You believe they want us to fail? That would be an intriguing turn.”

“Sadly, they are as invested in this as any of the rest. Vitor flaunts his talents it is true but have you noticed that he only does so to the extent needed to win himself attention and accolades? Recall if you can any instances where he was pressed to his limits?”

“He dueled High Accessor Glenlin prior to ascending to Glenlin’s position. I recall that battle being a fairly dire one.”

“Was it? Or did Vitor arrange for it to appear so in order to win more support for his ascension?”

“You believe he was holding back even when Glenlin had a blade of aether pressed to Vitor’s throat?”

“I am sure he was. With how he smashed the blade later in the fight, he could have easily won in that moment, but an early victory didn’t suit him, and so he allowed the scene to play out for his devoted fans and those who imagined they could catch him on the back foot. He plays at being a feckless fool, but he is in some senses the more dangerous of the two.”

“You think he’ll collect more shards than Malgenia even? I thought she was likely to be in the lead over all the rest of us?”

“She won’t be. Malgenia’s interests do not lie in amassing power. She craves an ever greater understanding of death. Where the rest of us will grasp for whatever we can, she is going to be far more selective.”

– Helgon being convinced not to drop a mountain on the city where High Accessor’s Vitor and Malgenia were stationed immediately before the Sunfall.

The time for hiding was done. I’d walked from my house to Mt. Gloria in secret because there was power in keeping the truth of my existence hidden. The hadn’t been a bad call, but as it turned out, there was also a special kind of power in letting people know exactly what I’d become.

“Malgenia! How…” Tallgrim was gesturing so frantically he was barely able to weave a Tier 1 ward against my presence and the panic on his face was a balm to my soul.

I hadn’t really known Tallgrim myself. Since becoming the next Malgenia, I’d spoken with him a few times, and that had been a few times too many. Malgenia had found him delightfully stupid, but what I saw in her memories was a man who’d reduced everything and everyone to a calculation of value and had discovered far too many means to adust those equations to his liking.

Technically the speciality he’d been recruited to the god killing cabal for was ‘Soul Valuation’, which they’d needed in creating the inflationary period of grace production prior to the Sunfall. For me, he was useful because of all the remaining Neoteric Lords, he would be able to see the most clearly that I was no longer entirely a part of their world.

Oddly, I’d expected him to be greedier and less terrified on discovering that though? In Malgenia’s memories I couldn’t find any instances of him being phased by any of the horrific revelations and plans the cabal had come up with.

Perhaps that was a sign that he was the one who’d tried to kill me with the Beast Fragment? He certainly had a motive for the action, but then they all did. Opportunity? Again, they all knew where I was, roughly speaking at least. Means? That was the tricky one. In theory none of them had the means to send a Beast Fragment after me. If any of the Neoterics could even nudge a Beast Fragment onto a course of their choosing, there would very swiftly have been only that Neoteric Lord left.

“Hello Tallgrim, you stopped coming to visit me? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see the result of my research, so I thought I would come by and check.” I was out of practice with pretending to be Malgenia, my word choice was off, my inflections were all over the place, even my emotional center was far too forward.

And of course Tallgrim noticed precisely none of that.

To his credit he did get his warding spell in place, eventually, but all I had to do was glance at it and raise an eyebrow for him to drop it like a guilty schoolboy.

After all, what did he had to fear from me? We were co-conspirators. We trusted each other implicitly. And it wasn’t like we could afford to harm one another, right?

Right?

I stared into his eyes so that he would stare into mine.

He was good at valuing souls? Good. Let him take a look at mine.

In one of our early mathematics lessons, we were taught about multiplication and division. I was always fascinated by how they interacted with zero. Multiplying by zero produced nothing. Diving by zero however?

Tallgrim’s expression took on the decidedly strange cast of someone who’d brain had divided by zero when he tried to evaluate my soul.

So he knew what I was. As a reward, I did not let my shadow eat him. (That was mostly a reward to the shadow, Tallgrim would probably taste disgusting I imagined, even if it would only be the briefest of passing flavors).

“Y-y-you…” Should I have felt sorry for him? Should I have offered him mercy? Should he have lived long enough to utter another word when so, so, so many people died directly by his hand far before the sun fell? 

Malgenia holds the domains of death but I do not listen to the ghosts of the dead. I can’t. If I did I would hear nothing but their cries for vengeance, and justice, and peace ringing off the heavens so loudly that even endless night couldn’t cloak them.

Sometimes though…

Sometimes it’s hard not to hear the smallest of them whisper through.

Tallgrim should have died then and there.

He should have died the moment I gained Malgenia’s power.

He should have died before he could bring down the sun.

Or best of all, he should have died in his cradle.

It was easy to imagine a world that was immeasurably better for all of that, but that wasn’t the world I had to work with. 

And it wouldn’t be better in all ways.

I couldn’t turn back time, but I could take the things I loved about the world I had and work to make their future as bright as possible, which meant that, for now, Tallgrim got to live.

“Yes, me! I found somethings you lost too,” I said and conjured a handful of jewels into my hand.

That caught Tallgrim’s attention and dragged it up from the depths of the terror my appearance had cast him into.

“The fragments. The stolen fragments! But how?” He rose from his throne. 

Because of course he had a throne.

For all her fault, Malgenia’s place of refuge being a cozy bed seemed vastly less pathetic than a literal gold throne. 

“There were a whole bunch of them in Mt. Gloria. And another Beast Fragment there too. I was looking for one and I found these instead, so I thought I should get everyone together to sort them out. I remember it was important we all have about the same number, wasn’t it?” I said, again doing at best a paper thin pretense of being Malgenia, and again that was more than enough.

“Together? But, no, if you’ll let me see them all I can pick out the ones that were mine and then you could take the others fragments to the rest of them.” Tallgrim wasn’t able to fully restrain his hands from reaching towards me, but it looked like he was trying with all his might to do so.

“I don’t know. There were a lot of new Blessed. I don’t think we’d wind up with everyone even if things went back to who originally had them.” It had been Beauty who’d suggested having an answer for that request and I could feel her delighted approval that something we’d prepared for had come up already.

“The others won’t see us. They’re all…they’re concerned about what’s happened to you and Sasarai and Vaingloth,” Tallgrim said, crawling back onto his yellow chair.

“Vaingloth was silly, we all know that.” Which I felt was objectively true. Chasing Little into a Beast Fragment was just so idiotic. It left me boggling that any of them had made it as far as they had if even one of them was stupid enough to do something like that. “And I’m fine. So I think we’re good to pay the others a visit.” I opted not to call attention to Sasarai’s fate since that was a viable out for the Neoterics, and I wasn’t feeling especially kindly towards any of them.

“We can’t though. They’ve all raised their High Wards. We can barely communicate in writing with each other, much less project ourselves into their domains,” Tallgrim said, missing a point so shockingly obvious that I had to tip my head to the side to try looking at him from a different perspective.

Malgenia would have done the same thing fortunately, so it was in character enough that it didn’t give me away, but I doubt I could have resisted even if it would have.

“Where are we?” I asked, trying to lead him to the conclusion which should have been glaring him in the face.

“My Sanctum,” Tallgrim said. “It is the safest…”

And that’s when it hit him.

The safest place in his dominion. 

Tucked behind the strongest barriers and the most impenetrable magics he possessed and backed by the full force of a Neoteric Lord’s will. 

A Neoteric Lord’s Sanctum was more than just a well defended redoubt though. With the divine power they’d accumulated, their most person space was an area were reality was bent ever so subtly to their will. In no other spot in the world were they as powerful (and everyone else as weak) as they were in their Sanctum.

And we were conversing in it.

Not as projections.

Just Tallgrim and I.

Because his defenses meant nothing to me.

“I’m bored, when are we going to put the world back together Vitor?”

“We have put the world back together Malgenia. It is ours now, we can do with it as we wish.”

“I can make a diorama out of Vaingloth and Wepan then?”

“Well, no, clearly not. They are our fellow Lords. We cannot afford for there to be animosity between people like us, or the world truly will end.”

“That sounds delightful too! Let’s do that!”

“Come now Malgenia I know you do not mean that.”

“How? How do you know that. Maybe I do. I could end the world. We did it once already and it wasn’t even hard.”

“Precisely. If you wanted to end the world, you would be busy doing it. So, come, tell me what it is that is troubling you. Is it your new sculpture?”

“No. That wasn’t really a problem. I just needed to repair its vocal chords so it could scream again.”

“Well there then, you’ve completed another masterpiece, you should feel proud!”

“There’s no frozen keeberry custard.”

“Frozen…keeberry? When did you ever have frozen keeberry?”

“All the time.”

“You did? Who made it? I don’t recall father ever allowing the servants to make plebian sweets for us like that?”

“He didn’t.”

“Then where did you…oh, the church acolytes?”

“No…or, yes. But not them. They just showed me where the stands were. In the market.”

“Did they…did they give you a recipe perhaps?”

“What? No. They gave me keeberry custard. Why would I want a recipe?”

“So that we might know how to make it ourselves? Or, have one of our people make it for us. One of your Deaths perhaps? They are endlessly willing to please you after all. I’m certain they would make keeberry custard for you if you told them to.”

“They can’t.”

“Why ever not? We can get them all of the kitchen supplies they’ll need.”

“There’s no more keeberries. They were all destroyed in the Sunfall.”

“Well, then conjure some up? It can’t be that hard, berries are simple little things aren’t they? And you can pull almost anything from death!”

“I didn’t say they died. I said they were destroyed. The stupid Beast ate them. They’re gone forever.”

– A pair of Neoteric Lords beginning to understand exactly what they’ve inflicted on themselves.

I was going to kill each and every last Neoteric Lord in the world. It was a delightful notion. Malgenia would have been so proud of me. You know, if I hadn’t killed her first.

Hmm, actually on reflection, she probably would have been proud of me for that too. I mean, she was a horrible, terrible monster, but she did appreciate efforts that produced fatal results. In fact, the more I thought about it, and the more of her memories that came back to me, the less sure I was that she’d really been fighting me as hard as she could have.

Had I done her a favor?

You did the whole world a favor, Diyas said. I’m just saddened that we have to ask you to do several more of them.

I’m not sure there’s anything to be sad about there. Ridding the world of monsters is rather uplifting if my spat with Malgenia is anything to go by.

There was, however, just one tiny problem.

“Assuming you can kill them all…” Theia started to ask.

“She can.” Clarity cut in to stifle any doubts there, which surprised me a little. I mean, I understood the power I’d taken from Malgenia, but she didn’t have the same personal experience with it. Then she met my gaze and I saw that it wasn’t her belief in Malgenia she’d built her conviction on.

Which was kinda scary.

It was a lot easier to believe in Malgenia after all. Everyone was, quite rightly, terrified of her. I was just…

The one who killed her, Diyas reminded me.

“Assuming over the last couple centuries the nigh-omnipotent world destroyers haven’t worked out any defenses against the one person they all agree could murder them with a thought,” Theia said, “Assuming that then there’s the obvious question of how are you going to get them all in one place? Because you only get one shot at this right?”

“We do,” Responsibility said. “It’s possible to perform the Assumption Ritual multiple times but, after the first, any remaining Neoterics will understand what we’re up to and avoid us at all costs.”

“So we’ll need to draw them all together,” Clarity said. “At a time when they are at their most paranoid.”

“Several of them have lost all of their divine fragments from the raids you staged though haven’t they?” Jilya asked. “Could we leave them out of this and handle them separately?”

“Of the remaining Neoterics, we were able to reclaim the divine fragments horded by Hanshel, Tallgrim, Grosh, and Wepan. We couldn’t find a path into the hoards for Insikir, Vitor, or Malgenia,” Little said. “The four lords we did pilfer from however are arguably more dangerous at the this point than the ones we missed.”

“That gives us five hoards to their two,” Jilya said. “Do we need to go to war on them and bring them all together at the negotiating table.”

“Four hoards,” I said. “You didn’t find a path into Malgenia’s hoard because she doesn’t have one.”

“Wait, but that’s not possible. She claimed a lot of domains, didn’t she?” Theia asked.

“She did, but she wasn’t like the other Neoterics. They claimed the divine fragments, but the domains were still held by the bits of the gods they possessed,” I said, watching for when each of them would piece together what I was saying.

Responsibility and Clarity already knew. It hadn’t come as a surprise to them when I’d confirmed the catechism we’d been taught our whole lives. The same was true for Beauty, Inhibition, and Reason, though I hadn’t needed to confirm it for them since they lived it like I did.

“How, exactly, did Malgenia get access to the domains themselves?” Little asked. She’d grasped what I was saying, she just didn’t want it to be true.

But of course it was.

“She gathered all of the fragments of the death gods to herself,” I said. “And then she slew them. There are no more fragments of the gods of death left in this world. There’s only Malgenia…or I supposed me now.”

“And the other gods? The other fragments she claimed?” Jilya asked, horror creeping around the edges of her words.

“There were a few where she collected all the remaining fragments. Those gods died too. The ones where she only found some of the pieces though? Those she just turned over to Vitor.”

“If she’s holding onto the domains themselves though, then would she be…?” Theia asked, denial preventing her from completing the thought.

“And that’s why Insight needs to do the Assumption Ritual. Soon,” Beauty said.

“Malgenia, more than any of the other Neoterics, was always teetering on the edge of expressing the godhood she’d stolen,” Inhibition said.

“It’s why the other Neoterics never struck against her, despite their fear of her,” Reason said.

“But killing gods was kind of their thing wasn’t it? Why would they be more afraid of Malgenia as a god than they were of her as a godkiller?” Theia asked.

“Because we never killed any of the gods ourselves,” Helgon said. “I reviewed quite a few of our early papers which tried to argue that we could and each and every one of them showed that it was impossible. Mathematically, doctrinally, fundamentally impossible.”

“So what did Malgenia do then?” Jilya asked.

“Ignored Helgon’s research,” I said. “To be fair though, when people consulted with her on whether it was possible, she would always say something like ‘well of course’ and then offer, from what I can tell, zero justification or support for the statement.”

“I am afraid that none of us took her quite as seriously as we should have,” Helgon said. “She had a very silly air about her though, or at least that was what the others said. We never worked together much, she and I. I can’t imagine why?”

“She thought you were afraid of her,” I said, a stray Malgenia memory floating into my awareness.

“I was. Terribly so. But then I was afraid of all of them really,” Helgon said.

“Even Dyrena?” Little asked.

“Especially her. She was a true terror. A laughing, mean terror. Just the most cruel I must say.”

Ah, right. I’d almost forgotten that Dyrena still had someone who kept her at the center of their heart. Wouldn’t have guessed a ghost would count, but apparently a heart is a heart and death doesn’t change that.

You are mean, I said to absolutely no one in particular.

And cruel and terrible, no one in particular answered.

Ready to admit that you do have a worshipper? I asked.

It is…it is more complicated that that.

Because of course it was.

I hugged Responsibility and Clarity. Literally everything in my life was complicated, so I suppose I owed Dyrena at least a little compassion there. She might have wrecked the world, but my world had been born out of that wreckage, and at this point I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I don’t think we want to complicate things with a war if we can avoid it,” Little said. “We might have more divine fragments, but how many of the new Blessed are we willing to send to their death fighting even one of the Neoterics?”

“It’s worse than that,” I said. “I mean, clearly we don’t want anyone to die in general, but it’s probably worth pointing out that everyone who dies adds to the grace Malgenia is holding. Regular people, Blessed, even whatever we all are, any of us dying will make it ever more likely that I lose my hold on Malgenia’s power and ascend.”

“And then Night won’t be able to cloak you, and the Beast will come and devour us all for good,” Theia said, speaking as the representative of Night in our little gathering.

“That is the central problem yes,” Reason said. “But we also just don’t want any of you dying.”

“The new Blessed are our best chance to bring the world back to life. Losing even one of them, or one of you, would leave us that much more diminished when we may not have enough pieces left to work with as it is,” Inhibition said.

“And, you know, we’ve died, so we can say that living as good a life as you can is worth it,” Beauty said. “You’ve all got eternity to see what comes next, the time you’re here is precious because it’s so limited.”

“So, no dying, sounds good to me,” Theia said. “But that does leave us with the problem of assembling the Neoterics for your ritual.”

“In the past we would simply call a conference if we needed everyone to attend to something,” Helgon said.

“They did that when Vaingloth was destroyed,” I said. “But even with only one Neoteric down they were still too paranoid to come in person. Everyone simply projected themselves into Vitor’s conference room. And then they projected themselves into my house when I was ‘working on studying the Beast Fragments’. I have to wonder if they’re talking at all now given Sasarai’s, uh, demotion, and what everyone except Insikir and Vitor lost.”

“If I know my co-conspirators, and to be honest I’m not sure I ever really did, but I would nonetheless guess that Insikir and Vitor are working out how to divide the world between them, while the other four are conspiring on how to hold off Insikir and Vitor,” Helgon said before frowning and considering further. “That will be what they’re telling themselves. What they will actually be doing is working what the most effective means of betraying each other will be.”

“Seems like they’d be wiser to just try and get the divine fragments they lost back,” Little said.

“They know Draconia is back in play. And they can probably guess what happened to Sasarai – not the being made into the God of Worms thing, but how he lost all his divine fragments first and would never be able to retrieve them.”

“Can we put Insikir and Vitor onto an even playing field with the other four somehow?” Theia asked.

“That’s unlikely. We couldn’t identify anyone who could get into their vaults and none of them have had to expend the grace they have stored up yet,” Little said.

“Maybe we don’t need to push Vitor and Insikir down,” I said. “How many divine fragments do we have that don’t have Blessed yet?”

“Quite a few,” Little said. “What are you thinking to do with them?”

“I thought we might give them back,” I said, taking a page from Jilya’s playbook.

“Do you think we should have a funeral Vitor?”

“A funeral? What good would a funeral possibly do, Malgenia?”

“Well, funerals are supposed provide comfort to the loved ones of the deceased and, as we are now orphans, we must be in need of a great deal of comfort aren’t we?”

“We…what? Orphans? Well, hmm, I suppose we are at that. I’m not sure we necessarily count as ‘loved ones’ of the deceased however.”

“Certainly father always said that he loved us though.”

“Did he? I am trying to recall, did those words ever leave his mouth?”

“He said he was proud of us. Several times.”

“Think back, did he ever tell us that, or were those always as boasts to other people?”

“Does that make a difference?”

“In the end, I suppose it didn’t, but perhaps if he had…? But no, I doubt events could have played out in any manner but the one they did.”

“Well that’s clearly not true. We’ve made many decisions. This is our world because we chose to make it our world, and we’ve done so more purposefully than anyone in history.”

“I was referring to our, um, status as ‘orphans’. Given our gifts, and who our larger family was, I do not see any of the myriad paths we might have followed leading anywhere except to this state we find ourselves in.”

“You mean even if we hadn’t slain the world, we would still have slain father and mother and all our relatives?”

“Perhaps not all of them, but I imagine a large portion always would have fallen to our machinations.”

“Does that mean we don’t get to be orphans?”

“Closer to say we were orphans from the day we were born. Alone in this world save for each other.”

“So no funeral then?”

“You seem distressed by that, but I could only imagine a funeral as a party which we threw for ourselves.”

“Oh! But that’s exactly what it is! Come, let us plan the a year’s worth of funerals where we can dance on the graves of a new family member every night.”

“Won’t we run out well before we’ve filled a year’s worth?”

“We can always add more people to our family.”

– Neoteric Lords Malgenia and Vitor planning their schedules after the Sunfall

Crowded though it was, our conference room felt empty until the two people I needed to see most walked in.

“That’s mine,” Responsibility said, shooing Beauty away from my lap, while Clarity switched places with Inhibition at my side.

Clarity had been right too. Hugging their projections was nothing like cuddling close to them for real.

“Did the latest set of compatibility matrices yield the results we were hoping for?” Helgon asked, reaching for one of the stacks of paper that Inhibition had brought in with her.

“To 57%, well past our base threshold!” Inhibition said.

“Could you bring the rest of us up to speed on this, since it seems like you’ve got an answer for killing Neoterics and I think we’re all in favor of that idea,” Jilya said.

“No problem,” Reason said. “We have two problems here really. One; the Neoterics. Obvious. Been around for a long time. Getting worse the longer we allow them to remain.”

“In fact, if our calculations are correct…” Beauty said.

“And they are,” Helgon interrupted her to confirm.

“Then allowing the Neoterics to continue harvesting grace as they have been is an inevitable death sentence for the world,” Beauty finished.

“They’re managing the grace they’ve collected so far, but their storage devices all have an upper limit,” Inhibition said. “Your Holy Tree Jilya? It was maybe a dozen generations away from a cascade failure that nothing in the world could have stopped. Not even if we had ten times the Blessed that we do now.”

“A dozen generations is a long time,” Jilya said. “But given that Sasarai was claiming to be ‘eternal’, it doesn’t sound like he was thinking time would be up in another few centuries or so?”

“None of them are,” I said, a collage of Malgenia’s memories flickering past my mind’s eye. “Sasarai said his tree would simply grow to accommodate additional grace as needed. Insikir has portioned his stored grace into bounded containers that he claims he could stockpile to the sky if he needed to. Even Vitor thinks he has the answer; he’s been trying to create artificial Blessed since the Sunfall.”

“Well that is rather clever of him. And more ambitious work than I ever saw the poor boy attempt in our time together,” Helgon said. “Of course, if he’d just asked me I could have told him it would never work. He’s trying to create a Blessed without their being in communion with anyone else. That’s where the real power in the Blessing lies. The abilities and magics the Blessed can call on are trivial by comparison.”

“What about Malgenia? What was her plan?” Little asked.

“One that would work,” Reason said. “One that has in fact, been working.”

“Holding it all in herself? Or do you mean the Assumption Ritual?” I asked.

“The Assumption Ritual has been a big part of it, but we missed the most important aspect of it,” Reason said.

“It was the death. Our deaths. That’s what’s been holding Malgenia’s power in check,” Beauty said.

“We knew that though,” I said. “When she absorbed each of you that gave her more, I don’t know the right term, but ‘soul room’ I guess. She was able to hold more and more power because she’s offloaded it onto you until you’re all filled up and then she needs to take another Death.” That I had no useful memories from Malgenia on the matter was probably at least partly deliberate on her end and partly the natural fallout from destroying her in the heart of the Assumption Ritual, so bits of it were the first them she and I lost access to.

“That’s all true, and it’s spelled out pretty plainly in the Ritual. She modified it though,” Reason said.

“Of course she did. That girl,” Helgon said, shaking his head in exasperation. 

“Malgenia doesn’t have a population. She never needed one. She collects the grace from every death in the world. If someone dies in Mt Gloria, their grace comes to her. If someone dies in Sasarai’s Garden…”

“My Garden,” Jilya said, and I heard the echo of a divine claim there, which was intriguing and sent all kinds of wheels turning in my head.

“Sorry, right, he turned it over to you didn’t he?” Reason asked.

“He did. Also, he’s a worm now,” Jilya said.

“He always was,” Helgon said.

“The point is, Malgenia collects more grace than any other two Neoterics combined, and at that rate, she should have melted the world down decades ago,” Clarity said. “She did not however, because with each death in the Assumption Ritual, she is able to send a large portion of the grace she’d collected into the domains of the dead.”

“How does that make things any better?” Little asked.

“Because that’s where the grace of the dead is meant to go,” Responsibility said. “Malgenia has been artificially continuing the natural flow of the world, even if it was only on her terms.”

“Her approach is practical because she’s not hanging onto the energy, it just has an unfortunate requirement to it,” Clarity said.

“To make the flow happen, she needs to kill someone,” Little said, seeing what Clarity was saying despite being blind.

“Does she though?” Theia asked. “I mean from what I’ve heard of her, killing someone  seems like it would be more of a benefit than a drawback in Malgenia’s eyes.”

“We’ve considered that, a lot,” Responsibility said. “The problem is, touching on the domains of death means, well, you die. That’s kind of their whole thing. If anything the Assumption Ritual is weird because it only calls for one person to die at a time. If it had been wholly Malgenia’s invention it’s hard to imagine she wouldn’t have put the number a lot higher.”

“So we need to have the remaining Neoterics kill someone ever few years then and everything will be great? Or the world at least gets to keep going?” Theia asked.

“No.” I said. I didn’t have any more of an answer than that, but I’d rather see the atoms of the world burn than have that be the world we lived in.

“Correct,” Clarity said. “That is not a viable path forward for a variety of reasons, including the fact that Malgenia holds all of the divine domains of Death, so no one else can use anything like the Assumption Ritual and achieve the same ends.”

“Which brings us to the other problem,” Reason said. “Her.” She gestured, of course, to me, though I don’t think it surprised anyone in the room that I was a problem. “She’s teetering on the edge of becoming a god. Which is what the Assumption Ritual is designed to prevent.”

“Oh, yes, that is a problem,” Jilya said. Jilya the one who’d made a divine pronouncement. Jilya who had outwitted a Neoteric (even if it was one of the dimmer ones of their number) and had converted him into both the godhood he craved and a state where he could never be a problem again. “I don’t suppose you’ve discovered a means to hide another god within Night’s veil have you?”

“Nope,” Theia said before any of my family could. “There’s no chance. You made an excellent call with Sasarai since he’s tiny and bound to the dirt, but there’s no way she would become a god anywhere near as small as he is.”

“That’s correct,” Clarity said. “You drained Sasarai of almost all his power when you took the Holy Tree from him. Trying to claim the power that Insight currently holds would not go as well for you since you would, as stated, die.”

“Can she?” I asked, somewhat hesitant to point out the fact that there were three of us in the room who were only borderline mortals, and of that number, only Jilya’s spirit burned with the sort of fire that even the Beast of the End of All Things hadn’t quite been able to snuff out.

She is still borders on my domain, Diyas said. Which means she can also be drawn into yours.

Not that we will be undertaking any plans which would imperil her so, Draconia said.

That should be her choice, Umbrielle said, but I agree that other options would be far preferable.

One might almost believe that other options are nearly inevitable, Sola said, considering the work which has been put into them.

I had the sense of a great silence filling the next moment, as though, I don’t know, a full god who’d been working hard for centuries to keep us all protected and hidden was pointedly not addressing Sola’s evidence-less claim.

Theia rolled her eyes but also kept her silence.

And Helgon, poor Helgon, seemed to hear the silence as well and looked from Little, to Theia, to me and back and forth, face puckered in confusion.

“We do have another answer,” Reason said. “We’d originally thought to balance the Assumption Ritual between the three of us, but one of the critical underpinnings of it was finding a means to achieve that balance and with Helgon’s help we found the piece we were missing.”

“Our deaths,” Clarity said.

“Nope,” I said, rejecting any plan that involved either of women I loved dying for me.

“See, I told you she’d get it,” Responsibility said.

“That was a reflex. She’s not seeing the problem yet,” Clarity said, and so, of course, then I did.

“Oh. The Ritual’s point is the death, if you don’t die then the transfer of power to the domains of death doesn’t happen,” I said feeling trapped, but the two of them were too happy for that to be the end of the story. “And, no, that’s just stupid, oh really?” Clarity and Responsibility nodded in confirmation together, “If you die, we won’t be balanced, because you’ll be in a naturally weaker position than me unless one of you kills me like I killed Malgenia.”

“Now you might think we could simply add more people to the mix, say have a dozen people die and that might balance the one living you, but that won’t work either,” Responsibility said.

“Because it’s the living person the grace transfers through,” Clarity said.

“So we had to find another way,” Responsibility said.

“And we did,” Reason said.

“There has to be one, or more, deaths during the Assumption Ritual, but so long as there is at least one death, grace can flow into the afterlife,” Clarity said.

“Any amount of grace,” Responsibility said, staring into my eyes from only a few inches away.

I really wanted to kiss her.

“We can perform the Ritual,” I said, a future I’d never dared to hope for unrolling before me. “We just need to include all of the Neoterics in it.”

“I know protecting those we choose to shelter in our cities will be completely viable, we’ve discussed the plans for that ad nauseum. What I am suggesting here is that it may be practical to keep a separate population as well.”

“To what end Tallgrim? And why should it be a shared one?”

“Excellent questions Grosh. I propose to use this population as a resource. I believe keeping a stable of mixed peoples secured in a site unrelated to any of our cities will allow us a far wider range of experimental opportunities than we would be able to indulge in with the populations we will require to provide us with grace.”

“That will create a potential point of friction between us will it not though?”

“Potential, yes Hanshel, but I am certain we can agree on procedures and priorities to ensuring those frictions are properly lubricated.”

“I imagine the absence of half our number will be the primary one of those frictions Tallgrim. Is there a reason you did not choose to include Dyrena, or Vaingloth, or even Helgon? You know he is an experimentalist of the first order.”

“Yes, that was exactly what concerned me. My vision is to create a population any of us can draw from, for whatever ends we desire. Helgon would insist on his idea of ‘proper experimental protocols’ and endless reviews, Dyrena would object, I am sure, to many of the experiments we could envision, and Vaingloth would insist upon a percentage of any return the experiments provide.”

“And the twins?”

“Can you imagine Vitor having the capacity to design an experimental trial worth pursuing?”

“That is unkind Tallgrim.”

“Perhaps it is unkind Grosh, but can you say it is untrue?”

“I believe the silence in the roam answers that question most eloquently. But there is the matter of Malgenia. She is, unique in the experiments she pursues, and, as we know, she pursues them with vigor.”

“And that is my concern with including her Wepan. I fear if we brought her into the fold of this wrinkle in our project, she would be likely to make use of the entirety of whatever population we could preserve.”

“Her experiments do tend to have a certain finality to them. Very well then, count me in. There are, as you say, many experiments to pursue which will better our world, but which will need distance and discretion, and so long as we remain in agreement, we should be able to easily maintain a quite sizeable population of subjects between us.”

– The High Accessors of the cabal responsible for the creation of Lab Zone Zero and, within less than a dozen year, also its complete destruction due to the entirely predictable internecine squabbling over which inhuman experiments would be run first.

The plan had failed. I’m not even sure why that was a surprise once I heard the full details of it.

“So, the sum total of it was ‘let’s go and have a look around and maybe we’ll stumble on a pile of divine fragments’?” I would have been stabbed if I’d come up with something like that. Seriously, Responsibility would have stabbed me in a heartbeat. Clarity might have joined her, except, no, Clarity would simply have given me a disapproving look and asked ‘why’ and that would have been worse than the stab wound.

“Pretty much,” Jilya said as she loomed over me. To be fair, given her size, it wasn’t intentional looming so much as simply being a bit too tall for the small room I was hidden away in.

“That’s not fair, I had some idea how to find the divine fragments, and I wasn’t planning to take more than one of them,” Theia said. Theia didn’t loom, despite being somewhat taller than me, but that was largely because the she was content to merely watch us moving pieces around the board which was in between us.

Malgenia had memories of many planning sessions where a world map was stretched across a table with tokens to indicate the disposition of various forces. In our case the tokens fell into two categories; black disks which stood in for the positions of the various beast fragments we knew of around the world, and small figurines for the remaining Neoteric Lords. Our location was marked with two, one for Malgenia (which wasn’t strictly speaking accurate, but it was close enough) and one bit of squiggly wire to represent the God of Worms which Sasarai had become.

I had to suppress a chuckle again.

God of Worms.

Oh, that was just beautiful.

I didn’t hate Sasarai more than the rest of the Neoterics but then I hadn’t liked any of them except Malgenia when I was being raised and meeting them after I’d usurped her position had soured me even further on them.

That one of them had tried to kill me with a Beast Fragment wasn’t something I was going to be forgetting any time soon either. I had special plans in mind for whoever that turned out to be.

“All in all, I think it worked out well though,” Little said. 

She loomed as well, though she was much smaller than I was. Physically smaller. Spiritually was another matter. I carried the Beast Fragment I’d been devoured by with me, but it was just another part of the growing  constellation of peoples I was accumulating. Little was something else though. She was Blessed like Theia and I were, but she was something else too. I think where I carried the Beast Fragment, she’d become one.

An interesting observation, Diyas said. She’s still a part of my realm, still one of the living, but, yes, there is something different there too.

It was strange at first, but it’s oddly comforting now, Sola said.

I still find it strange, but you both have been as secure a refuge as we could ask for, Draconia said.

The picky lizard says someone offers real security? That is high praise indeed, Umbrielle said.

Shut up you brat, Draconia said.

Make me, Umbrielle said.

“They really are becoming more like us, aren’t they?” Little said as we watched the gods squabble playfully with each other.

It’s been a long time since there were this many of us together, Diyas said.

And an age since we had this many Blessed, Sola said.

“Yeah, can I just say thank you again for that.” Jilya’s leafy-dragon-person-sized form was not designed to look bashful but she pulled it off remarkably well.

“Hey, you took down one of the Neoterics,” Theia said. “I think we all owe you thanks for trimming the number of those worthless monsters down. No offense to our present company.”

“None taken because you are not wrong at all. I am fully onboard with trimming their number down. All of them. That’s why I asked you all to cram in here with me.” My room was tiny largely because it was one of the most densely warded ones in all of Mt Gloria, and as of yet the other Neoterics didn’t seem to know that I had survived. That little surprise I was looking forward to springing on them one-by-one and the thought of how I would reveal myself to each of them filled my cold black heart with such delicious glee that I had to wonder if I hadn’t absorbed a bit more of Malgenia than I’d been aware of. We do resemble our parents though I suppose, so that vicious delight was probably all me.

“I don’t believe we’re too crammed,” Helgon said. “I find it rather cozy.”

“You’re a ghost, Helgon, you could inside one of my shoes with room to spare if you wanted to,” Little said. “You’re not wrong about it feeling cozy though. It’s nice. Kinda like a being in a Nest again.”

“Or a pod,” Jilya said. “Leaving our comfort aside though, how are we supposed to get rid of any additional Neoterics? I don’t think the rest are going to be foolish enough to chase us into a Beast Fragment, and my approach nearly destroyed the world.”

“Killing them isn’t a problem,” I said. “Malgenia could have done that whenever she wanted to. The problem, as you found, is that each and every one of them has amassed so much grace that if it goes out of control it’ll erase the substrate of the world and we won’t be any better off than if Night flung back her cloak and let the Beast finish gobbling us up.”

“Sola can handle the grace,” Little said. “Or she did for me.”

That’s somewhat true, Sola said. I can handle any grace which is of my domain or sufficiently close that I can lay claim to it.

And therein lies the problem, Diyas said. The Neoterics claimed as many domains as they could. When Vaingloth pursued Little into the Beast Fragment he was fully vested in the grace he was carrying and only his reserves remained in Mt Gloria.

“Reserves which he’d purchased from the Lord of the Fires, which made them close enough for Sola to handle, gotcha,” Little said.

“Which was why feeding all of the grace from the Holy Tree to Sola wasn’t an option,” Jilya said. “Fortunately we have, what, about ten thousand new Blessed who were able to shoulder the load too.”

“I wish I could have helped with that,” I said, my toes curling at the thought of how close we’d come to the apocalypse I’d spent the last couple years fighting to avoid with all my strength.

“You are the probably the one Blessed who most couldn’t risk it,” Theia said. “Plus you definitely wouldn’t still be hidden if you had.”

“Just to flesh out our ideas, does she need to be?” Jilya asked. “I get that the element of surprise is a useful thing, but wouldn’t having her here, openly, help keep the other Neoterics away more or less permanently?”

“I’m afraid not,” Helgon said. “If I know my former colleagues, what that would do is unite them in moving against the Blessed here. There would be no concern about the division of the grace which was harvested, all they would care about is eliminating ‘Malgenia’ before she came for them. If that required falling over into godhood, I suspect its a bargain they would take. We were all petrified of the End of All things once we understood what it was, all of us except Malgenia, and I think we were terrified of her more.”

“So they’re willing to lose the world if they need to, but to stop them, we would need to lose the world too?” Theia asked. “There’s another way. I’m sure of it.”

“There is one obvious option,” I said. Obvious and hateful.

No. Diyas could hear the plan echoing in my mind and invoked her divine right to order me away from it. Normally that would be absolute. No question, just drop it.

But…there is an exception to the absolute authority the gods have.

It could save you, I said, only to her.

No, she repeated, which wasn’t exactly a solid base for an argument.

“I don’t want to do it either,” I said aloud, deciding that the others deserved to be part of this debate too, “but you know you’re more important than I am. Everyone here is more important than I am. If we can’t come up with any other options, or some means to handle the grace of seven Neoterics, then giving myself up to them might be the only option.”

“Seven? I thought there were only six left?” Jilya said. “Hanshel, Tallgrim, Insikir, Grosh, Wepan, and Vitor? Who am I missing?”

“Me,” I said. “This can’t end with me as the last Neoteric, or even just carrying the power of one.”

“You know, we had a feeling you were going to say that,” Reason said, manifesting on the small space of seat that was open beside me.

“Which is why we’ve got a better plan,” Beauty said, manifesting in my lap.

“And, since we have you all here, perhaps you make sure that our calculations for the new Assumption Ritual are correct?” Inhibition said, opening the door to the room like a civilized person.

“The Beast Fragment wards seem to have settled into the resonance we were looking for Vaingloth.”

“And they’ll be self-sustaining even if a Beast Fragment tests them Helgon?”

“More than self-sustaining. Credit to Insikir there, but if a Beast Fragment does try to pass between the micro-portals, its presence will enlarge the portals and provide greater deterrent the closer it approaches.”

“But the enlargement will still remain microscopic?”

“Oh, indeed. That was the spot in the formulae I had difficulty with. Insikir’s assistance was invaluable with working out the snarls in the equations. Thanks to him, we’ve got a multiply tangled function between the size of the wormholes and the depth they penetrate. Mathematically, as portals approach infinity their size grows as an asymptotic function, while their depth grows logarithmically.”

“And there’s no concern about what they might punch through to with that much force behind them?”

“There would be, but the even if a Beast Fragment were to physically interact with one of them, their presence would not have be able to push the depths outside the realms we have data for, and while there are theoretically inimical forces below the seventh devolution of reality, a Beast Fragment shouldn’t be able to drop a portal below the the third devolution.”

“Shouldn’t?”

“From our calculations, the main body of the Beast wouldn’t be capable of dropping below the fourth devolution, and even accounting for any inaccuracies in the values Dyrena gave us, we can establish a hard boundary that the main Beast would only barely breech the fifth devolution. So a fragment would at worst, reach the fourth.”

“Have you had anyone beside Insikir confirm those calculations?”

“I hadn’t thought to. His work is generally solid and the results align with the baseline projections? Do you think we need a formal review panel?”

“No. Not a formal review panel. Consider however that the baseline projections for this sort of thing are based on Insikir’s published research.”

“Oh, I see. You think if he made a mistake on his earlier research, he might make the same mistake on these more specific ones?”

“A mistake or an intentional oversight.”

“But we’re all at risk if these are incorrect. How could it be intentional?”

“Would we necessarily notice if Insikir installed his wards with different tuning values?”

“Certainly. Our walls would fall and his would not…oh, I see.”

– Helgon and Vaingloth a few days before discovering long standing flaws in several foundational texts of Aetheric Boundary Setting and Breeching.

I didn’t cry for that long. Not a million years at least. 

Had I been that scared? That lonely? That desperate?

I mean, it was a perfectly reasonable decision to march out across the Wasteland taking the shortest possible route to where my loved ones were, wasn’t it? 

And worrying about whether they still loved me was also perfectly reasonable. 

I mean, it had been months. And I was different. And, really had I ever been all that lovable…

Do you really want to go there? Beauty asked. Because we can have the conversation, and I promise you, Responsibility and Clarity will pummel you with affection mercilessly.

Uh, was that supposed to be a bad thing? Was that something I didn’t want?

They’ll also be worried for you, Inhibition said. And a little hurt that you doubted them.

“She needs you two to prove you love still love her,” Reason said, bypassing our private little mind space, and giving me no time to hide my insecurities at all.

“No she doesn’t,” Responsibility said pulling away from the group hug they’d all buried me in. “She needs to believe she’s still the woman that she knows we love.”

“And of course she’s not,” Clarity said, sitting back with a smile that was far kinder than her words. “Just like we’re not.”

“We’re not?” The words tumbled from a numb mind over numb lips.

“We’ve changed, all of us,” Clarity said. “All different people. Not the same in the slightest. First time we’re meeting in fact. So we get to fall in love all over again.” Between Clarity and Responsibility, I’d somehow missed all along that Clarity was the one with the greater gift for being So Incredibly Mean!

What I hated most though was that it worked.

She wasn’t teasing me. She was somehow teasing my insecurities directly.

And it was working!

Would it have worked on anyone else? No. No one is broken like I am, at least as far as I know. And no one else has the relationship with me that Clarity did.

“Maybe I won’t this time,” I said. “Perhaps I shall be cold and cruel. Devoid of love and light. I’ll wander off into the wasteland cursed to bear my loneliness until my faltering grip on mortality slips, ever, so, slowly out of my grasp. Look, the dark horizon calls me now, and I must go!”

“You try to stand up and I will break your knees,” Responsibility said. “You’re not leaving us again.”

“Oh? I’m a prisoner now, am I?” Not an idea that I hated.

“You could probably escape us, but do you think we’d stop looking for you?” Clarity asked, heat and intention scorching her words.

“No,” and for a moment I was not thinking about my plans for vengeance on the Neoterics. Or my impending fall into divinity. Or even the fact that we weren’t exactly alone.

“Good. Now get up and come see us properly. Projecting like this is like hugging you through fifteen layers of robes,” Clarity said and I had my marching orders.

Literally.

It was another two days of walking through the wastelands before I got to Mt. Gloria. Various things should have blocked my passage, malevolent spirits, wandering Beast Fragments, scrying probes from the Tallgrim, Wepan, and the other Neoterics (though not Vitor interestingly). Wrapped in a shadow that wasn’t my own, I slipped past them all offering no violence, no death, and no sign of my existence.

Happily though, I didn’t walk alone. Projection may have been unfulfilling but the others took turns keeping my company and making sure I wasn’t wandering off course or into the jaws of some hitherto unknown monstrosity.

Which was silly.

I was the hitherto unknown monstrosity.

I didn’t have problems. I was the problem other things had.

 Since sleeping and eating were optional, we spent the time my purely conventional mode of travel required discussing plans and bringing me up to speed on what they’d been working on.

The good news was that my ‘death’ had put the Neoterics into something of a holding pattern. With the loss of Vaingloth being certain, the loss of Malgenia seemed at least possible, but our spies (We had spies! Such a handy thing!) reported that none of the Neoterics seemed willing to gamble on it being the truth.

Vitor wasn’t an exception but he was exceptional in that he seemed to be the least interested in pretending that I might still be alive. He’d taken control of my estates, though he hadn’t broken the seals on my inner sanctums yet (somethings even he’s not quite stupid enough to do). 

It sounded like the other Deaths were being mostly confined, though they had been told that they were going to be evaluated at the next Sunfall Festival in six months time, which I knew was code for ‘Vitor was going to find something else to do with them as soon as he could be certain his sister was actually gone.

Closer to home, Helgon had actually proved to be useful and had helped Clarity and Reason make significant breakthroughs in understanding the Assumption Ritual. There was still some fundamental issues that they were working on but they were at least able to pretend they were in good spirits about the progress they’d made.

The Assumption Ritual wasn’t the only thing they’d been working on for me though.

“You’re heisting parts of Diyas from the other Neoterics?”  It wasn’t something they’d led with mostly, I suspect, because it was the kind of plan that I should have been yelling at them about. I’d lost all ‘complain about people doing stupid things’ privileges thanks to getting myself eaten by the Beast though, but the impulse was still there!

“Not personally!” Beauty said. That she was manifested beside me and holding my hand meant I could only roll my eyes in disbelief rather than punching her in the shoulder like she deserved.

“Who else would be interested in going up against the Neoterics?” No one else had my advantage that if the Neoterics could manage to kill me they’d be ending the world, and we all knew it.

“You didn’t get a chance to meet her. Her name is Theia and she’s a Blessed like you.”

“Diyas has another Blessed?” As welcome news went that was just about the most. I’d heard of people being jealous of others receiving Blessing, but they obviously weren’t Blessed themselves. Knowing that my god had someone else to love and support them? That was a relief I’d barely suspected I needed.

Sorry, but you’re it for me, for now, Diyas said. Theia’s blessed by one of Night’s aspects, Umbrielle. Which made her much better for this mission than one of my Blessed would have been.

It wasn’t exactly hard to see why that was true. I mean, sure, I could probably waltz into a Neoterics lair and take back the fragment of Diyas they held – assuming it wasn’t hidden too well for me to find, and that the Neoteric tried to face me head on (which literally none of them would), and I didn’t mind revealing that I wasn’t actually Malgenia or that they would immediately all team up on me.

A Blessed of Night though? Based on Meluna’s performances, I was pretty sure Theia could be standing behind me right that moment and I wouldn’t have a clue.

“So who is she targeting?”  If it was Vitor, I was going to feel compelled to help out. He had the knack for appearing to be the dimmest of all the Neoterics but he was Malgenia’s twin and there were times that showed.

“Sasarai. Meluna found a paper Dyrena had left behind about Sasarai burying his treasure vault beneath his big tree, far from where any of his people roamed. We figured burgling one that people weren’t around would be easier than one that’s under constant guard.”

A paper Dyrena had left behind? How ‘convenient’.

I thought about calling out to her, but, no, she’d stayed hidden for some very good reasons. Also, whatever she was, I was sure she had even fewer options for manifesting before someone than Diyas or the other proper gods did.

She says ‘thank you’, Diyas said, confirming my suspicions.

“Out of curiosity, why did you send Theia and not Meluna herself? I mean Sasarai’s kind of a shrub when it comes to intelligence, but he will notice when one of his divine fragments goes missing.”

“It was Theia’s idea. She can hide herself well enough to move about a Neoterics lair, which we proved because she knew what our bedrooms looked like.”

“She what?” I’d been kidding, somewhat, when I said she could be right behind me. Malgenia’s defenses on her rooms were second to none though. I definitely should have been aware if someone was creeping around in there.

“The Death’s rooms,” Beauty amended. “She’s got the sense not to mess with the Neoterics directly. Also Kalkit was able to let us know that Sasarai doesn’t visit his hoard of god souls. He just draws on their domains indirectly because he thinks if he never enters the vault no one else will know its there. Kalkit called it ‘security through obscurity’ and kind of spit on the notion.”

“So she’ll be able to get in and out quietly then? And Sasarai won’t noticed the fragment is missing until the next time he goes to heal someone?” Which could mean he’d never notice since the Neoterics as a whole weren’t in the practice of using the powers for the benefit of anyone except themselves, and avoiding injury was one of their highest priorities.

“That’s the plan!” Beauty said almost as though she was cueing Inhibition to appear.

Which Inhibition immediately did.

“The plan’s failed! We have a problem!”

“I have to confess, I don’t really see the point of this. I mean, yes, the screams were entertaining, but it’s a momentary thing. Over and done and then what? I suppose there’s repetition but they were all so, so similar?”

“Vitor did you kill all of Class 3? I told you they weren’t ready yet.”

“Excuse me Malgenia, I distinctly recall you saying that they would be ‘ripe’ at sunrise. I waited until a hour after the morning devotionals but it was you who chose to sleep in.”

“I always sleep in. Dreams are so delightful don’t you think?”

“So people say. You know I only rarely remember mine.”

“Something you should work on.”

“While I’m asleep? Is father’s ghost possessing you now, thinking that even in sleep I’m not allowed to free of the crushing requirement to be productive?”

“No, no, good brother. There is nothing productive about dreaming. It is the mind at play. Careful madness dancing with the deepest of bodily relaxation. Quite wonderful I assure you.”

“And when you are screaming in your sleep? That is deeply relaxing too I suppose?”

“Oh, those are the best dreams. Too often they shatter but if you are truly lucky you can find one that you can’t awaken from. To trade comfort for such exquisite experience is sublime!”

“You claimed this would be sublime too, but my hands seem to have turned it to disappointment and more than a little bit of mess.”

“Well of course you did. You are but a novice  to the devotions of the gods of mortality. But, as with everything, practice perfects the mastery of the art.”

“So I have heard.”

“And yet?”

“And yet, it is such a terrible bother assembling and sustaining the subjects of the ritual. Not to mention that it will take the better part of the day to clean the cells and it’s not a duty which can be entrusted to anyone else now is it?”

“No, it is not. Discovery would yield us no end of headaches, and the thin comfort it would provide those who learned the result of the our working would lessen the impact of it tremendously. But did you feel no thrill of anticipation in the collection of the subjects? Or in watching their slow degradation?”

“There was some entertainment in that yes, but it was drawn out over so long and miserly a stretch of time, and then all over so quickly once it came to the ritual itself. I admire your devotion sister, but I fear my interests are held by more lively concerns.”

“Well that is fine too. This will keep us from being in competition with one another for resources.”

– Vitor and Malgenia discovering that despite being twins, and both being prodigies with manipulating and mishaping grace, they had markedly different interests in some areas.

I walked through the cold and lonely wastes of the world, unseen and unheard, but I was not as alone as I appeared to be.

When you said you were going to walk to see the others, I assumed you were going to ask Meluna to cloak you for the trip, Diyas said.

Don’t need to be cloaked, I said, letting my mind drift in the nothingness I felt around me.

I can see that. I’m not exactly sure why though? I can still sense you, so everything else should be able to as well and there are definitely things out here that lack the awareness to be sensibly afraid of what you could do to them. For that matter there are spirits not far off that would more welcome being fully destroyed in a battle than they would enjoy winning it.

You’re the only one who can sense me, I said, keeping my thoughts tranquil and wrapped in the embrace of the nothingness. Well, you and Reason for sure, probably Beauty and Inhibition as well, since we’re bound together more deeply than a little thing like the Beast can severe.

You’re not cloaking yourself though? Why aren’t the spirit fragments nearby swarming us? Diyas didn’t understand because some things are completely outside her domain and as ‘Life’ tends to cover quite a lot, the sensation had to be rather odd for her.

I pondered a moment before offering an explanation. Would she be horrified with what I was doing? Probably. It was a rather stark violation of the fundamentals of reality.

Or it had been.

What was real had changed though.

I had changed.

Dyrena had warned me I would, but I hadn’t understood exactly what she’d meant, and I don’t think there was any way I could have.

It did make sense though. The Beast Fragment had been a piece of the End of All Things. When it swallowed me, I had to, in some sense, end there. Thanks to Diyas, that ending hadn’t been the end of all of me, or even most of me. I had my memories, I had the bonds that made hanging onto this world worth it, and I had a future I wanted to see more than anything. 

What I’d lost was a disturbing bit of my mortality and with it a worrying bit of my entirely rational fear of embracing things which weren’t supposed to ever have been a part of the world.

That might sound like a good thing. Who wants to be afraid after all? Survivors. Survivors are the ones who were smart enough to be afraid. We (generally) don’t like our fear, and it can be detrimental to be overwhelmed by it, but at its root level, our fears exist for several excellent reasons, not the least of which being cautioning us away from actions where the consequences are both unknown and potentially cataclysmic.

In my case? Doing what I was? I most certainly should have been afraid and it definitely had the potential to go cataclysmic in a heartbeat.

Which was why I spent the moment pondering. Not because Diyas was going to yell at me. She had every right to do that and she would be inarguably correct to do so. No, my concern was more about whether it was safe for my god to let her know what I was doing, or if that might trigger the cataclysm I was afraid of.

Did you notice the Beast wasn’t around when we came back? I asked her. Was it wise to share what I knew? I couldn’t tell, but trusting my god was sort of a fundamental part of our relationship.

It had been months, are you saying it didn’t move on? Diyas asked with the familiar tone in her voice I’d so often heard in my own when I realized I’d been missing something blisteringly obvious.

Moved on is a euphemism people have used for it in the past, I said.

What do you…wait…no. That’s not possible. And there was the creeping horror which a god should not have been capable of experiencing.

But Diyas wasn’t what she’d once been either. She was capable of a lot of things she that once hadn’t been part of her existence. Being able to feel fear probably didn’t seem like much of an upside to the changes she’d experienced, but she was far more of a survivor than I was and it kind of came with the territory.

I am Insight, I said, but I’m also the holder of most of the domains of Death.

But the End of All Things can’t die. It’s not part of the cycle of life and death. It’s not anything at all.

And there were the five words I could never say just waiting on offer as an explanation.

I should be a god by now. I’ve put off the Assumption ritual for far, far longer than I had the strength to hold out against it. I guess I was sort of lucky there? Melting endlessly for a million years let all that grace just boil over with no where to go. So I’ve got some margin now. I think I’m maybe about as close to deification as I was a few months before the Beast swallowed us? Sadly, I can feel the grace returning faster than ever.

Was I changing the subject? Yes. Obviously. Was Diyas still stuck between disbelief and a horrified understanding of the peril we were in? Yes, also obviously. If she hadn’t been, she would have dragged the conversation back to the objection she’d raised.

But she knew she couldn’t. I’d told her what she needed to know without telling her, which was how it had to be.

I hadn’t killed the Beast which had swallowed us. Malgenia herself couldn’t have managed that. I was, in some senses though, Death, and I’d accepted the Beast Fragment. Little had done something similar, but where she’d gained a companion, I had not separated quite that far from the Beast Fragment that swallowed me. 

The spirits around us couldn’t sense that, no one could since, technically, there wasn’t anything to sense. If you knew what to look for though, I was pretty sure someone would be able to notice that my shadow wasn’t the absence of light but a far deeper void, and that was something that pushed all of the spirits away, even the ones who thought they were seeking their own destruction.

Your reprieve from godhood will hopefully be enough. The others have had six months, and I know they’ve been working on modifications to the Assumption ritual with Helgon extensively, Diyas said, accepting that we couldn’t speak of what we knew about some topics even in the sanctity of our holy link.

With Helgon? They’re working with one of the Neoterics? I knew I’d sent them to meet with him but I’d pictured the encounter being a somewhat limited and partially adversarial event.

What had happened to my girls?

I think they will surprise you, Diyas said, some of her usual amusement returning to her tone.

After the last million years we’ve had, I’m not sure I like surprises anymore, I said, though the sense of having spent any time being dissolved by the Beast Fragment was fading faster and faster as the days and miles passed under my feet. It still felt like I’d been gone for a long, long time, but my memory of the ones I loved was as clear as it had ever been. 

Six months though? With each step I had to wonder how close my memory would be to their new reality. And how close their memories would be to mine.

Ah, there’s the nervous fretting we know and love, Beauty said, appearing beside me as though we had been parted for a couple of minutes rather than an age and a half.

Give her some time, Inhibition said, she’s been through a lot.

“Wait…can you be here? Are we…can they sense this?” I asked the question aloud because it seemed like the least obvious thing the other Neoterics would be looking for.

And laughter answered me back.

Reason’s laughter.

You don’t need to worry, she said, we’re not speaking through the web of Malgenia’s power that binds us together. We’ve learned a lot while you were, let’s call it on vacation, no one’s going to looking for that.

Then how…? I was expecting Insikir or Sasarai or one of the other idiots to descend on me any second and my plans very much did not allow for that.

The Blessing, Reason said. We know you’re still connected to Diyas through the one you share with her, so now we’re all connected to you through the one you share with me.

But..huh…is it a real Blessing then? I had been very much winging things when I set it up, but with six months of experience to draw on it made sense that Reason would understand our ‘new’ bond a lot better than I did.

It’s different than the one Solas and Little share, and from what we’ve been able to put together it’s different from any Blessing that’s been given before on some important points. Reason was in her element and I, for one, was all to glad to let her expound on all the discoveries she’d made since we’d last spoken.

There was just the small little problem that I was completely overwhelmed by emotion.

Somewhat annoying that.

I mean, it wasn’t like I’d been struggling on my own for ages against a fate that was beyond horrifying and that I’d had absolutely no basis for hoping that I would ever see any of them again. 

Seriously, how hungry could one person be just for the sound of another’s voice?

And shouldn’t despair shattering feel good? Not like shards of glass finally raining down you?

Crying was stupid.

I was stupid.

Everything was stupid.

And they were hugging me.

And even the comfort felt impossible.

Like how could it be real?

My shadow made a funny warble, as if to say this whole ‘being comforted’ idea was foreign, and new to it, and unwelcome, and weird. 

And it wanted more.

And so did I.

“Maybe we can help with that?” Responsibility asked, appearing near me just like Beauty had.

“I know this is a particularly odd question coming from me, but should you really be buried in research stacks on a day like this Dyrena?”

“A day like this? What sort of day is this Helgon?”

“Many sorts I suppose. It is, for example, our first day of pleasant weather after what was reportedly the most beastly winter in living memory. Also it is notably the first day of our week long school break when we are encouraged to seek out experiences our studies do not normally provide. Then there is the minor point that the research stacks have been closed for twenty hours now and access to the library is forbidden to anyone in the absence of the library staff.”

“Oh? Well that would explain a few things I suppose.”

“Such as?”

“I was rather curious why there were no guards stationed at the arch to the Forbidden Lore crypts.”

“I believe the vault doors and the sealing spells are meant to serve in lieu of an active guard presence.”

“Are you sure? The sealing spells were quite rudimentary. And the lock on the vault was, as you can see, rather easy to circumvent.”

“I believe they did not account for someone of your considerable talent to take an interest in gaining the access you presently have.”

“And you as well. I didn’t disturb the seal spells or the lock after all.”

“It is far easier to follow someone else’s lead than work out solutions from first principals.”

“And you followed my lead why?”

“I wished to prevent you from encountering any difficulties such as expulsion were you to be discovered.”

“I am reasonably sure they will wish to expel me regardless of any discovery of today’s work.”

“They are fools, but to expel the best student they have? Is the faculty truly that dim?”

“I doubt I am the best…”

“You are. Unquestionably.”

“Even if that were true, I can’t imagine they will prove to be tolerant about the rituals I’ve discovered here.”

“Why would they wish to expel you over simply learning a ritual? Learning is what we’re here to do isn’t it?”

“Yes, but we’re not supposed to learn how to end the world.”

– Dyrena discovering the insufficiently flawed and misleading version of the rituals she would eventually refine and put before the High Accessors who became the Neoteric Lords.

It should have been somewhat crushing to learn that my world only existed, only could exist, because of the destruction of the world that came before it. I, however, was about to be gobbled up by a blob of non-existence, and, more importantly, the world that had existed was something I had no interest in restoring.

It had made Malgenia after all.

Granted it was also a world where Diyas had been fully herself, and that I would like to see, but…

But I’ve changed too. The communion between the Blessed and the Divine was far more impersonal before we fell. We were literally not the part of your world that we are now, Diyas said with a sign that was equal parts sorrowful, resigned, and grateful.

“One other question then,” I said, addressing it to Dyrena. “While it’s good to know what you did and why, the Beast is about a hand’s width away from swallowing me whole, so, how does that help me?”

“Mostly I’m hoping it helps you believe I’m being honest here and that what I’m about to suggest won’t sound entirely mad, or at all hostile.” Dyrena folded her hands on the table in front of her, preparing to offer what I knew was going to be the worst possible idea there could be in this situation.

And the most terrible part was, I knew what it was going to be.

“I’m supposed to sit here and get eaten aren’t I?” I asked, not even vaguely uncertain as to whether that was the plan or not.

Dyrena nodded.

“That implies that there is some other options I could choose to take?” I asked, knowing what they were as well, and why I couldn’t take them.

“Two other options,” Dyrena said. “You could fight or your could flee.”

“But to flee, I’d need to use Malgenia’s power,” I said.

Dyrena nodded again before adding, “And even if you managed to avoid godhood again, the Beast Fragment would simply follow.”

“And the defenses around Malgenia’s sanctum?”

“Wouldn’t slow it at all. You would be able to ensure that the other Deaths joined you though.”

“And fighting won’t work either.”

“I couldn’t beat it when I had my full self. I don’t think beating it is even possible in any meaningful sense,” Diyas said.

“And being eaten by it?” I asked, horror beginning to creep up my fingers as windows of possibility closed before me one after the other.

“It will change you,” Dyrena said. “All experiences do, but this one more than most.”

“I’ll survive it though?” I asked and then understood what was truly scaring me. “Wait, no, will Diyas survive?”

I wasn’t being brave. I was broken. I’d been raised to believe in ascension through death. I just didn’t have it in me to be properly afraid of dying. I’d dreamed about becoming a proper acolyte to Malgenia from the moment I could say her name. Even with how I felt about her, that part of me was still a dream my mind clung to.

Losing Diyas was a different story though.

I’d heard the echoes of her pain. I knew what she was the to the world. What she was to me. I could burn, that was fine, but Diyas was another matter.

“I didn’t last time,” Diyas said. “But last time I didn’t have you.”

“She’s right,” Dyrena said before a mountain of doubt could crush me beneath it. “She’s not what she was, and the communion you two share is something outside the design of this Beast.”

“You made it so it couldn’t hurt Blessed like me?” I asked.

“No, no, but I made never accounted for what Blessings would be like when the gods were part of the world. You are a problem the Beast can hurt, can destroy, but the hurts it inflicts can’t define you, and the destruction you endure is one you can recreate yourself from.”

“That doesn’t sound easy,” I said.

“It won’t be,” Dyrena said with an apologetic frown as the Beast’s maw finally descended over me.

The world went away.

I went away.

I was nothing.

Except…

There was that “I” sitting there.

If “I” was nothing, then nothing was a quality I could possess? And if “I” could possess qualities, then “I” was something, and if I was something…

That particular bit of nonsense cost me a million years to work out. 

But I did work it out.

It was a millionth of a second after the Beast swallowed me that I upgraded the statement to be much more powerful.

Not “I am.” but “We are.”

We. 

Diyas and me. The Beast could dissolve my body, but Diyas was the God of Life. Making a new body for me was trivial for her. Or why even bother with that? She wanted my body to stay alive so alive is what it stayed.

The Beast could have erased Diyas as well of course. It had in the past after all, and among all the other things it didn’t have, a compunction against erasing gods was definitely at the top of the list.

Small problem there though. Where the gods existed on a mostly conceptual plan, I was solid. That wouldn’t have been enough to save me on its own but in conjunction with Diyas, where I protected her and she protected me? It was all too easy to see what Dyrena had meant about the two of us being a problem the Beast simply wasn’t built to handle.

Not that we escaped unscathed exactly.

Or alone.

Or quickly.

“The second time through was a little easier than the first, but I still owe you both a rather severe apology,” Dyrena said.

We were back in my house. Or the remains of it. The one the Beast had destroyed.

“Who am I?” I asked, since it had been about a million years since I’d had a name to work with.

“Mine, you are mine,” Diyas said, which was delightful because she’d been my companion for those million years and I still knew her name.

“Give her a moment,” Dyrena said. “I think I learned a bit from Little’s ordeal, so I’m hoping that this time wasn’t quite so rough, but I had to be very careful of alerting anyone about what was actually happening.”

“What actually happened?” I was tasting the words more than asking a question. It felt like someone had punched my memories in the face repeatedly.

I think I might have undersold what being eaten by the Beast was like.

It wasn’t fun.

And if Little had a worse time than I did?

Could I make someone a Saint?

Oh!

Wait!

I’d made someone a Blessed! 

Reason!

I went to cast my awareness out to her by Dyrena grabbed my hand first.

“Don’t!” she said. “You are in a precious instant, don’t waste it. Reason’s fine. All of them are fine.”

“They’re still alive?” I asked as my memories dragged itself up off the ground and started coughing up the names and faces I desperately needed to remember.

“Your time got a little frayed but it didn’t snap,” Dyrena said.

“It felt like a million years,” I said. “We were lost in there for a million years.”

“I think it was less than a second,” Diyas said.

“I’d hoped it would be less than a second, but that was the time I had to work with, out here, six months have passed.”

“Six months? Six months! I was lost in there for six months! What did the others…,” I couldn’t even finish the question. What could the others have thought? How mad with grief would they be? 

Oh, hmm, mad, yeah. They were going to be mad. 

Like really mad.

Maybe crawling back into the Beast wouldn’t be so bad?

“They know we’re okay,” Diyas said.

“They do?” That seemed like an unreasonable thing to hope for, much less find to be real.

“Apparently a perk of being separated as I am,” Diyas said. “I was there with you, but I was also with the fragments of me that they found.”

“So why can’t I talk to them?” I asked, the entirely irrational fear that they all had decided they hated me while I was away feeling unquestionably real.

“Because you’re dead,” Dyrena said. “Not really of course, but as far as anyone who is not part of your immediate family knows, ‘Malgenia’ was consumed by Beast Fragment six months ago. Malgenia being who she was, no one has quite given up on the idea that she might still be around, so the Neoterics are still outwardly counting you as among their number but privately they’re making plans based on you no longer being part of the balance of power between them.”

“So they think there might still be eight of us but they’re scheming like there are only seven?” I asked, happy for the momentary distraction from worrying about where my people were and how much they hated me.

“They’re scheming like Malgenia, specifically, is missing. The threat of her wrath was one of the great stabilizing forces in our little cabal,” Dyrena said. “It’s why I insisted we have her. Also, with her around it was much more likely that they would kill me.”

“You are strange, you know that don’t you?” I asked, feeling more and more the weight of the six months that I’d lost closing in on me.

“You’re not the first or the thousandth person to observe that,” she said.

“So, why can’t I talk to my family?” I asked, coming back to the most important question in the world.

“To talk to them from here, you’d need to use Malgenia’s power and, while they think she’s gone, every one of the remaining Neoterics is focused on little more than finding you and Vaingloth’s power.”

“Why would they think weren’t just erased by the Beasts? I mean that’s definitely what happened to Vaingloth and what should have happened to me.”

“They might have found a paper in my old journals concerning ‘the circuitous route power lost to a fragment might return to the world’. Searching for that route and the power they could claim has kept them just a tiny bit distracted.”

“And we want to keep them distracted. Got it,” I said and got up at last. Without wasting a second I began scouting around the house. I didn’t need food or water, thanks to Diyas, but clothes and travel supplies like a tent seemed useful to have.

“You’re going to find them, aren’t you?” Diyas asked.

“Yeah. They deserve the chance to throttle me themselves. Then we’ll turn our attention to taking out the right person.”

“The Neoteric who tried to kill you?” Dyrena asked.

“Them too, but I was thinking more it would be whichever Neoteric was the last one standing. Whoever tried to kill me needs to go, obviously, but just because they beat the other six to the punch doesn’t mean the rest won’t try to do the same or worse if we give them a chance. So they have to go. All of them.”

“You have a pet Beast Helgon.”

“I have no such thing Vaingloth.”

“There is a Beast fragment not two hundred yards outside your city walls. It is sitting there and it is not moving.”

“Aren’t most pets ones that people keep inside their dwellings? I would think being outside the city walls would make the Beast Fragment more akin to livestock?”

“Are you serious Helgon? You’ve captured a Beast Fragment and running who knows what sorts of experiments on it and your quibbling over the things nomenclature?”

“But I’m not running any experiments at all Vitor. We discussed that, was it last year? Or the year before? They sort of run together. Always have. Hmm, perhaps achronal magics would make a good area of study next. Might be what we need to unsnarl this whole mess. Or make it worse I suppose.”

“Helgon. The Beast Fragment. Why do you have it?”

“I don’t Vaingloth. As I just told Vitor, I am not keeping it as a pet or livestock, nor am I running experiments on it. Those would be far too dangerous and would yield little concrete data in isolation.”

“Then explain why you’ve allowed one so close to your city when you were the one who designed the warding rituals to ensure they can’t rampage through our strongholds as they wish.”

“Well that’s very simple Vaingloth, I can’t.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

“Can’t. Did I mumble that? My apologies. But no, I cannot explain why the Beast Fragment is where it is. I did move my wards in when it approached but that was really more an experiment on the wards, not the Beast Fragment itself, which as we discussed is much too dangerous to conduct experiments on and the experiments would not yield definitive results.”

“So let see if I understand this right, you claim you have no idea why a Beast Fragment has decided to camp on the edge of your city, and you are not undertaking any experiments related to it at all?”

“Well, I mean, I did invite it, and I have a whole host of experiments related to the Beast going on as we speak, but it’s not a pet you see, and I’m not doing any experiments directly on it, more ‘around it’ if you want to be exact.”

– Helgon almost managing to get himself executed by the other Neoterics sooner rather than later, and in the process convincing them that there were no viable avenues for attacking the Beast Fragments, and no avenues at all for controlling one.

So I didn’t have any means by which to survive and that turned out to be oddly comforting.

Had anything else come crashing through my wards to destroy half my house I would have been caught in a terrible quandary. Staring into the maw of a Beast Fragment however meant the urge to draw on Malgenia’s power was non-existent. The Neoteric had some highly specialized spells which could keep the Beast Fragments away from their cities, but those spells took months to prepare, a tremendous amount of power to maintain, and largely functioned by shunting the Beast Fragments elsewhere rather than blocking them. 

And that was the absolute best answer the Neoterics had for dealing with the Beast Fragments. In a direct confrontation their only answer was to not be in a direct confrontation, and that worked right up until a Beast Fragment was focused on you. 

If I’d been willing to use Malgenia’s power I could have teleported anywhere I wanted to, but the Beast’s relationship with space and distance was patchy at best and so it following me would have been an inevitability.

“Don’t try to run,” Dyrena said, still sitting at my table with Diyas.

“I’m not sure she can,” Diyas said. “There’s an interdiction field in place.”

“You two have slowed time down?” I asked, feeling an odd weightlessness in place of the gnashing teeth tearing through which the next second or two was sure to hold.

“No. This is familiar though,” Diyas said.

“You faced this before when the sun fell,” Dyrena said. “Its part of being devoured.”

I’m sure she could have picked less comforting words to say. I have no idea what those words could possibly be, but there’s probably something worse to hear than that.

“If we’re being devoured, that why is it over there and we’re a good arm’s length away from it still?” I asked, not panicking largely because there was simply no point to it.

“What we see as a fragment of the Beast is only a part of it,” Dyrena said. “Even a small piece of it is still massive enough to swallow the whole world.”

That it was close enough that I could extend an arm into it if that appendage had offended me somehow made Dyrena’s words less than thrilling to consider.

“So it slows us down so that we can’t get away?” I asked, grumpy at the idea that a cosmic void could somehow still hold cruelty inside it.

“Not at all, it’s slowing down time because it’s eating time as much as space,” Dyrena said. “I thought that was a particularly clever expression of its nature, though I will admit that it’s also as annoying as I imagined it would be.”

“Your talking like this is your fault – like personally, more than just as one of the Neoterics,” I said, wondering why I didn’t hate her completely yet.

“There aren’t many other people I can confess to,” she said. “Or commiserate with.”

“And we would have sympathy for you why exactly?” I asked. I was about to be destroyed, so the answer didn’t really matter, but as last moments went it was better than thinking about Responsibility and Clarity and how I wasn’t going to see them again.

Also, and this was irrational then, and probably mostly stemmed from Dyrena’s greeting, I didn’t think I was facing a hopeless situation. I couldn’t see any reason to hope mind you, but the tone she had taken told me there was something important I wasn’t aware of yet.

“Because she’s largely the reason we’re all still here,” Diyas said, who, notably, was also not fleeing from the every-so-slowly closing maw of the Beast Fragment.

“So because she only broke a few billion dishes, or one twelfth of a few billion, we should be grateful that she left us with, what a a couple million or so?” Was I being fair? No, not in the slightest. Did ANY of the Neoterics deserve the benefit of the doubt? I don’t know, let’s ask the billions of dead people they are directly responsible for? Or how about the remaining few million who get the joy of living under Neoteric tyranny?

“I see why you were drawn to her,” Dyrena said, throwing a smile in Diyas’ direction.

“You’re allowed to defend yourself,” Diyas seemed capable of doing that for Dyrena but also not exactly happy with the notion.

“I’m really not sure I should,” Dyrena said. “I mean, she’s not in the slightest bit wrong there.”

“Yes, but she needs to at least listen to you, and it’s unfair to hide things from her. You saw how it went last time did you not?” My god is the best god. It’s not a competition of course, but if it was, she would have already won it.

“You raise a valid and reasonable point,” Dyrena said before turning back to me. “I was never sure exactly what suspicions Malgenia had of me. She was disturbingly insightful sometimes, and cataclysmically oblivious otherwise. Tell me though, have you gleaned anything from her memories as to why I joined the Neoterics? Or why they really killed me?”

“Did they? Kill you I mean. You seem remarkably not dead at the moment,” I asked, unwilling to go probing around in the remnants of Malgenia’s thoughts as my last action before I was erased.

“Oh they most certainly killed me. There is, sadly, nothing mortal left to me at all. Which, I should confess, was also a part of my plan.”

As plans went that seemed like one that probably sucked, but I refrained from point it out. It just gave me a new benchmark to measure my own against. The others were going to be simply *delighted* with that, I was sure.

“They killed you so that you could attain godhood freely,” I said, her actual plan clicking into place and putting a scowl on my face. I needed to surround myself with people whose plans were worse than mine, not actual clever schemers.

“I’m not a god,” Dyrena said. “Though the difference is admittedly subtle.”

“I do have Malgenia’s senses you know. I can tell what you are.” Why she would lie to me at this point was puzzling in the extreme.

“Look deeper,” Dyrena said. “Look for my domain. Look for where I touch the world. Look for even one worshipper who could send me grace.”

And so I did.

And, huh, she hadn’t lied.

“Your domain isn’t…it isn’t a part of the world? And neither are you? What the…? And you’ve only got one worshipper?” It was confusing largely because I had Malgenia’s memories of what the gods were like to compare to and Dyrena had none of the standard elements, just the same aura and presence and well of divinity within her.

“Yes, exact…wait, what?” she said. “Are you losing your senses? The Beast isn’t supposed to be that close to us yet.”

“My senses are fine,” I said, which was true apart from the bit where all they felt from the Beast was a violation of everything that made up existence.

“Look again then, I don’t have any worshippers either. Like I said, I’m not a god. I’m more of a celestial janitor now.”

“Well you’re a celestial janitor with someone who’s holding you in their heart,” I said, ever more certain of what I was sensing.

“That’s not…no, wait, it’s not important now. What is important is that I make myself clear to you,” Dyrena said. “I’m not a god, I can’t be one. The Sunfall and what came to pass afterwards was largely my creation. I’m taking more credit than I should since there were a lot of people whose work went into realizing and defining the plans I’d put together, but the overall scheme is something I have to take responsibility for and no one whose done what I did deserves to be revered by anyone.”

“And what, exactly, was it that you did,” I said, feeling like it was not exactly a good moment for lengthy and inexact explanations.

“She put together crafted the plan which allowed the Neoterics to summon the End of All Things and overthrow the gods,” Diyas said. “She did so largely on her own, and certainly without any divine assistance, but she did so in a manner which ensured the world and the gods would exist afterwards.”

“How?” Again, no sense wasting time.

“The short form? I shaped the plans the others came up with to ensure we got exactly the End of All Things that we needed. The rituals to do what we Neoterics did have existed since the gods came into their dominions. They are literally how the world is meant to end, and they kept being rediscovered throughout the ages. Each time the discoverers either tried to hide them, and eventually failed, or tried to enact them and came perilously closer to success each time.”

“So you made sure they succeeded this time, but only enough so that people would see they should never be attempted again?” That didn’t sound right to me, but the next alternative that came to mind was even harder to believe.

“No. There’s no lessons you can teach to one generation that a later one will not forget or ignore. The rituals carried the ultimate lure you see; the one who ends the world can use its remains to create a new one.”

“But with twelves of you…oh. Oh, seriously??” It didn’t matter that there were twelve of them. That had been a smokescreen too, the part of the plan which hid its real goal.

“The world can never be what it was,” Dyrena said, sounding both mournful and proud of that fact. “In destroying what was, this Beast, our Beast also destroyed what could be and shattered the rules that allowed those rituals to work in the first place. It is both the first end of the world and the last. I sacrificed what was to ensure that what will be is no longer doomed to the ending its architects foresaw. This is your world, not theirs.”

“But it seems to me that the fragments of Beast – the smaller ones – represent a prime opportunity for us.”

“A prime opportunity to meet our former gods Helgon? Because I for one am not eager to make their acquaintance again.”

“Don’t be silly Vitor, the old gods are gone. Not just dead, your sister would have them if they were merely dead. No, we shall never see them again.”

“And likely no one would ever see one of us again should we flirt with actually encountering the Beast’s offspring.”

“But don’t you see Vaingloth? That’s the point. These aren’t offspring. The predator we summoned isn’t capable of having offspring. It’s not capable of having anything at all.”

“Ugh. Philosophy. Helgon what is your point. Find it sometime today, please.”

“My point Vitor is that the fragments of the Beast which are scattered about the world are not creations of the Beast-Which-Yet-Looms-on-the-Divine-Plane. They are the Beast-Which-Yet-Looms-on-the-Divine-Plane. I can hear your objections, and yes, I acknowledge that there are no causal links between the fragments and the greater whole. Any experiments we run on a fragment will have no effect on their source, but that’s the joy! Don’t you see it!”

“I see nothing but peril Helgon. Let us imagine the best case scenario you propose; some foolish number of us turn our attention to discovering the form and limits of a fragment of the Beast. Let us imagine as well that we bend our efforts to understanding where those extents would provide us a means with which to erase the fragment rather than allowing it to erase us. What would be the point and purpose of such an exercise when, by its very nature, the result could not be guaranteed to apply to even one other fragment, much less the greater threat on the divine plane?”

“Vitor is correct, we would risk ourselves for an outcome which is uncertain at best and cataclysmic at worst. Also, and this may have escaped you Helgon as I believe you were not paying attention to Insikir’s presentation at our last gathering, but we have no means by which to direct or contain even the smallest of fragments, so your proposed experiments must fail on the grounds of insufficient practicality.”

“Oh? How odd. You are quite correct, and I must apologize Insikir, Vaingloth is correct, I wasn’t listening closely enough I guess. There was a theorem I was working on. You can see it here, it covers directing the movements of the Beast fragments and the sort of micro-portals we can open to keep them warded away from a roughly city-sized area. Again, my apologies, but the idea you mentioned was quite captivating, and I thought it might prove to be something useful. It would seem not though?”

– The Neoterics meeting wherein Insikir joined Vaingloth’s growing faction for the murder of Helgon.

I wasn’t alone. I’m not sure why people had imagined I would be.

I think it was always the nature of the gods to fade from people’s moment-to-moment awareness in the course of their days, Diyas said. I feel we may have worked best when people turned to us for guidance in our domains or when they were seeking direction in their lives.

Giving thanks and the festivals sounded like they were pretty fun parts of the package too back then, or was Malgenia right that people didn’t have any fun on the Holy Days? That had seemed like it was probably only a ‘her’ thing?

I wasn’t as close to the world then as I am now, so I’m not certain I can say. The Holy Days were always accompanied by great swells of grace, so they seemed delightful to me. It was only with the Sunfall that I really understood how there could be a disconnect between the grace people gave to us and their own happiness. 

Hearing Diyas, the god I had pledged myself to, Diyas, the reason I was alive and not eaten by the worst monster the world had ever seen (and yes, I am including the god-eating End of All Things in that list), Diyas, the first person who told me I was even worth saving at all, hearing the sadness in her voice was heart breaking.

But I let it break.

Reaching out to her with any sort of soothing offering of grace was not only be a step towards the divine I could not afford, it was also exactly the problem which had wounded her in the first place.

“You’ve mentioned a couple of times how the Neoterics poisoned you and the other gods. I don’t think I’ve ever understood how they did that though? Or why?” 

I flipped the book I’d been reading closed. Part of the aetheric geometries it spoke of were starting to make sense, but I had a lot of work to do there and offloading it to my subconscious wasn’t necessarily a terrible move.

Diyas was with me – she’s always with me – that’s how gods work – but I folded my hands and looked to the chair opposite me at the table I was sitting at as an invitation.

Her appearing there wasn’t exacting a manifestation or an incarnation. I wasn’t in the midst of a divine revelation – not the ecstatic kind that allowed for a god’s observable presence in the world. Being Blessed just came with a few perks, like being able to see and speak with one’s god when the current moment wasn’t pulling ones attention away from the god onto more material matters.

“I’m not sure poisoning us is strictly accurate, but it’s close,” Diyas said, accepting my invitation. “Back then, Malgenia and the others who eventually claimed the title of Neoteric Lords were our High Accessors, not pledged to any one of us but rather to the management of several temples at once. As gods were weren’t always in harmony and we had little reason to prioritize each other over our domains since we were, we thought, endless and infinite.”

“So the High Accessors acted as coordinators between competing gods then?” I could imagine it, but that felt foreign to me. To be fair though, a world of more gods than just Diyas was almost unimaginable and I’d even met, hmm, I wasn’t sure how to count how many I’d met.

“Not so much competing as inconsiderate,” Diyas said. “Oh, some of us got along quite well. We had relationships which mirrored mortal ties, certainly including rivalries and real animosity, but for the most part we simply didn’t consider each other all that much. Solas and I, for instance, met often since her light was one of the core requirements for the life which flourished on the world’s surface. I’d like to think we were friends, but if a year or two went by between conversations, I’m not sure either of us would have noticed.”

“And the Neoterics took advantage of that somehow?” I was both curious as to what sort of scheme Malgenia had come up with, especially since it hadn’t involved just directly killing the gods herself, and, more importantly, how I could make sure to never hurt Diyas in the same way ever again.

“I think our separation may have been the first thread they pulled on to unravel us,” she said and rose to wander into the kitchen. I could hear her without trouble so I let her go, having a strong inkling she would be returning with a meal for me since I hadn’t really been paying attention to food much lately.

What?

Reason was off being my Blessed, helping shepherd Beauty and Responsibility safely to Mt. Gloria, while Clarity and Inhibition were escorted to meet Helgon by this Theia person I’d never met. 

So I was worried.

I mean, sure, the Blessing had been a success. A surprisingly quiet and simple affair in fact. I’d wondered for a moment if Reason taking the spark of blessing I offered had even worked, but when she opened her eyes and they were filled with stars it was hard to deny that she was something a little more than she had been.

And then she’d left.

Because we, both, needed, not ‘wanted’ by Needed, to make sure the others were safe.

Spending more than two weeks alone after that had not been my definition of fun. Especially since there was another two weeks left before either party arrived at their destinations! 

(Maybe the world was too big).

In theory I could have dropped in on Reason as easily as Diyas dropped in on me – no divine power needed, just a reflection of the new bond we shared – but I really, really did not want any of the other Neoterics discovering what I’d done.

For one thing, it would make Reason an immediate target. For another I needed them to think I was still hard at work on ‘discovering the how to destroy the Beast fragments’, although after several weeks of my ‘focused study’ even Vitor seemed to accept that I wasn’t going to make any progress radical enough to warrant daily visits. Most of all though, I didn’t want them to think of trying the same things themselves. 

The world needed more Blessed.

Desperately.

Even one Blessed pledged to an actual Neoteric however was far, far too many, and was probably the other reason which would convince me to draw on Malgenia’s power again.

“In the end it really came down to power,” Diyas said. “One of the principal roles the High Accessor’s held was to direct and shape the grace offered by the peoples they oversaw and ensure that it flowed to the proper deities. The festival for High Summer Stars for example was one of the great periods of worship each year and the grace generated was shared among perhaps a thousand or more gods. Ensuring that each god received their proper share was something no divinity could do because we all saw our proper share as being ‘every bit from each person who venerated us’, and so it was left in mortal hands to make fair and equitable divisions.”

“Wasn’t the problem that they gave you too much though? Malgenia had said the gods demanded more and more and the people couldn’t keep up, but it doesn’t sound like you were demanding at all?”

“We didn’t demand, but we did accept. And yes, the High Accessors presented us with more and more grace each year, as they ‘grew out flocks’ and ‘brought people closer to our doctrines’.”

“I’ve met the Neoterics. There’s no chance that’s what they were really doing.”

“They were not. As best as I can tell, they had converted some of our followers into little more than prayer machines. Beliefs as rigid as iron, with a monomaniacal need to be ‘Pure’ and ‘True’ and always, always under the control of those ‘above them’. It destroyed those worshippers lives and flayed their souls, but in the short term it generated such an intense swell of grace that we were sated and beyond, and that was our undoing.”

“They were fattening you up like festival geese?” I’d read about those as part of a ritual the day before and the practice seemed so bizarre that it could only have come from the world before the Sunfall.

“Yes. Drunk and swollen on the power they’d fed us, we fought first for ourselves, each defending nothing more than our own domains, when the Beast began to tear away at us. Maybe if we’d fought for each other instead? Maybe if some of us had been willing to lose everything so that the rest could achieve victory…? I don’t know. That part of the past was lost with all the pieces the Beast devoured. Perhaps there was never a chance that we could have defeated it. It could have been that the grace the Neoterics fed us was merely to keep us from noticing the trap they were building. In the end though, the Neoterics poison dulled our senses and our sense of self and that was all that was required for their victory to be assured.”

“I can tell you it took quite a bit more than that,” Dyrena said.

Manifesting before me in the seat to the side of Diya’s and mine.

Manifesting before me…

“Yes. We have some important things to talk about, but at the moment there is a slightly more pressing concern,” she said gazing up and to the side as though she was listening for something.

“What concern?” I asked, not feeling anything amiss.

And then half my house disappeared.

“That concern,” Dyrena said, pointing at the Beast Fragment who had penetrated the barrier around my house and was consuming more than half of it.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if we just applied to be Blessed though sister?”

“Easier? Easier in what manner Vitor?”

“The Blessed lived a, well, blessed life. No studying, no striving to master the abilities they’ve been granted, and they’re all treated as though they were beyond reproach, so no listening to father bang on and on about ‘our responsibility to keep the family name in the highest of standings’ and the rest of that rubbish.”

“Oh, were we supposed to care about any that?”

“Supposed to? Well of course. It’s because he thinks we care about our familial duties that he’s paid for the things we’ve asked for, like this dreary little visit to this dreary little resort.”

“I find the ambiance here quite lovely.”

“Of course you do, and that is why I will be selecting our vacation spots for the foreseeable future.”

“So long as they’re near a necropolis, I’m sure I shall have no objections.”

“Malgenia, please, there’s quite a bit more to life than visiting necropoli.”

“Obviously. Life is full of many things, many tiresome and uninteresting things.”

“I find good meals and charming company neither tiresome nor uninteresting.”

“And becoming a Blessed would provide you with more of either than you have presently?”

“I suspect it would. People throng to attend the Blessed.”

“I do not recall there being any fetes to which you lacked an invitation in this last year? In fact I recall several you wish you could have turned down but were compelled to attend for some reason or other?”

“Father. Father is always the reason.”

“And do you think the High Accessor of whatever god chose to Bless you would be more or less demanding than Father? Of their newest Blessed? And what about the god to which you had pledged your utmost devotion above all other things? Do you imagine they would sponsor you in the endeavors you wished to pursue, or would you be constrained to spend all of your time managing and growing one of their domains?”

“Hmm, well I suppose when you put it like that. But where does that leave us? Perpetually under father’s thumb?”

“I suppose that depends.”

“On?”

“How much influence do you imagine father could exert over a High Accessor?”

– Though many would see Vitor as the more active and thoughtful of the twins, that was largely because few, if anyone, else was witness to certain key interactions between the two.

What I was planning to do wasn’t that much of a violation of the natural order. I had told myself that several times and had almost managed to convince myself of it even if Reason found my arguments somewhat incomplete.

“I think the most impressive thing is that you managed to outwit us all,” Reason said. “We all knew you had some sort of scheme cooking, but we were so focused on predicting the sort of insanity you might attempt that I don’t think any of considered that the insanity might be contagious.”

“So you’re saying you will help then?” I asked. I knew the answer. She knew that I knew the answer. The important bit was at least maintaining the appearance that she’d tried to dissuade me, especially since the others would hold both of us accountable for anything we failed to consider.

“I shouldn’t. Should I?” Reason turn to address the question to Diyas who was calmly enjoying some tea from the stores I’d conjured earlier.

Given the peril of utilizing Malgenia’s powers, I was rather grateful Responsibility and Clarity had been with me for well over a month. Early on, conjuring anything they needed had been simple and easy, but for common things it had become easier to simply conjure a reasonable stockpile and fully automate the house so that they could do things like ‘grab a snack whenever they wanted’ or ‘take a shower when I was napping’. In theory that had made our little home harder to cloak, but in practice it had only required that I cast a trivially stronger cloak and jam enough power into it to sustain it for longer than we planned to be out in the wastelands. Two years seemed sufficient and far, far longer than we could afford to spend, especially since it looked like two months might be vastly more time than I had left.

“Should and shouldn’t are decisions for you to make,” Diyas said. “I can tell you what the consequence of those decisions might be though. Or, I could have. While all of you have done a wonderful job assembling my missing fragments, there are still many unaccounted for, an overwhelming portion of which I’m certain are lost forever.”

“She’s still more familiar with the process than either of us though,” I said. 

“Familiar enough to say this won’t push Insight directly into godhood?” Reason asked. “A Blessed’d relationship is with a god after all, isn’t it?”

“They were,” Diyas said.

“Were?” Reason asked.

“I am no longer what I once was,” Diyas said. “And yet, my blessing still joins my Blessed to my domains.”

“And so what would a blessing from Insight join me to?” Reason said.

“Malgenia collected a lot of domains during the Sunfall, though I’m sure you can guess their overall theme,” I said. I’d been considering the question of what blessing to give Reason and have come up with the brilliant answer of ‘let her decide’.

“The Death Neoteric? No, no, can’t say I have any idea what sort of domains she might have been interested in,” Reason said with a roll of her eyes.

“Which brings up the next question,” I asked, “if we do go through with this, is there anything in Malgenia’s repertoire that you’d even want to be saddled with?” Which was my real concern. Carrying Malgenia’s power wasn’t something I had a tremendous amount of choice about, but it didn’t have to be like that for Reason.

“It would need to be more than an office she was willing to endure,” Diyas said. “The relationship between a Blessed and their god is forged upon a shared communion through the domain. If the domain isn’t one which is fully compatible with the Blessed then the blessing will wither or never be received in the first place.”

“And that’s how it is with you and Insight?” Reason asked, looking to either of us for answers.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“I do, and yes, I was able to give her my blessing because she burned with life when I met her, and our bound has remained unsevered despite the weight of the death domains she carries because she has chosen life at every turn its been offered to her, no matter the cost the choices have entailed.”

“I mean, what else was I going to do?” I said, feeling extremely unworthy of the implied praise in Diyas’ words.

“What Malgenia did,” she said. “As you’ve said, you had reasons which spurred you onwards in your fight against her, but what ultimately decided that battle was that Malgenia chose oblivion over the pain of continuing on.”

“So I would need to find something I was willing to fight for no matter the pain involved in doing so?” Reason asked.

“Not exactly,” Diyas said. “In the cauldron of the Assumption Ritual, Malgenia and Insight’s futures were pitted against each other. There are, or were, many domains which are not defined by conflict or suffering. The Blessed of Daytime Slumber, for instance, tended to lead by their examples rather than any verbose arguments or great rhetoric, and certainly not through any battles and by overcoming great challenges. 

“I don’t suppose that’s one of the domains Malgenia grabbed is it?” Reason asked.

“Oddly, yes, she did catch a fragment of that. Her collection is a bit more eclectic than you might imagine, it’s just predominantly themed around her favored interests. The question for you though is do you think afternoon napping is a core enough part of your being that you could forge a blessing bond with me through it?”

Reason considered that for a moment and then sighed in defeat.

“I haven’t taken a nap during the day since I was five. That’s probably not the level of connection I’d need for a comfortable domain like that is it?”

Ah, Reason, how I love thee and they self-awareness. Diyas chuckled a bit too before saying, “No, you’d want something a little more present in your life than that I’d afraid.”

“That’s the other problem we have though, isn’t it?” Reason asked. “I’m not alive. Not really. I didn’t manage to do what Insight did. I gave up too. Just like Malgenia.”

“Nope,” I said, because I’d seen this objection coming. “Not like Malgenia at all. In my case, Diyas helped me meet Malgenia on a somewhat even playing field. At the heart of the Assumption Ritual we were both a part of the power she’d gathered and neither of us was. She had all her experience, sure, but experience only goes so far. In your case, you were faced with someone who was supposed to love you, someone you’d been taught to love and honor all your life, and someone who had you at the most extreme of power imbalances. You never gave up because you never had the chance to. The Assumption Ritual isn’t supposed to be a battle, not really, it’s supposed to be a feast for Malgenia and no one like fighting with their food.”

“Not true on a few points there my Blessed,” Diyas said. “First, in the world that was, there were some who very much enjoyed fighting with their food. The world was vast and strange in those days such as you can no longer imagine. That quibble aside however, you are also wrong about Reason’s Assumption. It’s true it wasn’t a battle. But Reason held on nonetheless. Its why she is here today. If she was truly dead, she would be quiet as all the dead are to the living.”

“What are you saying? I’m still alive?” Reason asked.

“What you are is unprecedented from before the Sunfall,” Diyas said. “You and the others stand on the border of my domain, not fully within it, nor quite lost to it either. You live in many important senses, not the least of which being that its possible for us to converse, but what shape and boundaries that life holds even I can’t say, and I suspect that would be true even were I restored to my previous grandeur and glory.”

“There’s a lot to consider there then,” Reason said. “But one other issue remains with your plan Insight; even if we could find the right domain and I could become a Blessed, and even if that didn’t push you over into godhood; we dispatched two groups. How would I alone be enough to protect them both?”

“Oh, that’s easy, you wouldn’t be,” I said.

Reason scowled at me, and rightly so. It wasn’t fair to tease her, but I had so very few chances I really had to take advantage of the ones that were available.

“Responsibiliy and Beauty will be fine,” I said. “They’re heading to Mt. Gloria, which has more than a few Blessed of its own these days.”

“And if something happens to them in the Wasteland while they’re traveling there?” Reason asked.

“You needn’t worry about that,” Meluna said, stepping from the shadows right on queue. “One of my god’s Blessed is traveling with them and Theia is quite adept at cloaking herself and others.”

“How long have you been here?” Reason asked, glaring at me with fully justified suspicions.

“Only a moment, after decades and decades of the world resting in silence, there is suddenly a great many things in need to doing. I didn’t want to miss this at all though.” Meluna nodded at me with an amused and somewhat chilling smile.

I really had to fight not to like her too much.

I am so broken.

“You’ve spoken with her?” Reason asked, clearly wondering why I hadn’t spoke with her first.

“I spoke with Diyas,” I said. “Who in turn spoke with Night, who I presume brought Meluna in? And Theia too?”

“Just me. Night tries to remain as quiet as possible. Makes it easier to avoid attention.”

And that was all she said about that and all she needed to. I wasn’t thinking even one thought about what we needed to avoid the attention of, or the five words I was never going to ever say.

“So do you think this will work then?” Reason asked but Meluna shrugged.

“It’s never been done before, and by rights should never have been possible for a mortal, but then by rights this world shouldn’t be possible so my curiosity is well and truly roused. Fear not though, in the worst case, your passing with be swift, painless, and silent.”

I looked to Reason to assure her that her passing would be none of those things because whatever it took I would not allow that to happen. Strangely that didn’t seem to reassure her at all.

“We are still left with finding a domain that might even vaguely fit me though,” Reason said, her voice sounding half filled with hope and half with resistance.

So I played my last card to tip the scales.

“I believe there is one in Malgenia’s portfolio which might fit that bill,” I said, offering her a single spark in the palm of my hand. “How would you like to be the Blessed of Research?”