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A Journey of Black and Red 192 Fame
🕑 Added 2022-05-25 16:45:44 +0000 UTCAfter silencing Melusine with the promise of unbridled violence, I have the notable displeasure of facing a large group of irate vampires demanding answers. From their perspective, I was gone for half an hour while they were fighting for their freedom and the only witness to my disappearance was Martha. My friends would know that duplicity is not in my blood, quite literally, although deception is. The temporary allies I gained for this project are significantly harder to convince, and I do not blame them. Indeed, I have acquired invaluable strength while they held the line. The major issue here is that they are my allies and partners and therefore I cannot simply bash them over the head with a heavy root for questioning my honor.
Although, the drive is strong.
There is something different with me. I assumed some of my behaviors would fade with sobriety, but it appears some of the changes are permanent. The urge to remove shoes indoors will be manageable. My sudden bouts of irrational anger might prove more problematic now that the incentive to stop is considerably lower. Why would I care for consequences when I am the consequence? I must force myself to be mature, composed, and patient, the wiser person so to speak, especially when faced with an insistent Sephare buzzing with concern.
“Silence please, give me a moment to QUIET YOU LOT! As I said very clearly and several times, I will begin by telling you of my adventures, and then those of you who have questions can take turns to ask them. I will answer most questions to the best of my abilities, and we will not stop until the situation has been made clear. Now, I propose that we reconvene in the dead world where they have seats. Unless you wish to stand in the middle of the clearing until dawn chases us away.”
We move through the portal with our ‘prisoners’, although they keep their weapons and armor. They spread across the tents while we gather on the ritual site with the most precious of commodities and the reason why I moved us all here in this starved, desperate place.
Coffee.
I would have stabbed Constantine if he had insisted on talking outside when I have my own fresh supply of ground beans waiting for me in a prepared pot. It has been close to five bloody years without a nice cup of java. To deprive me would be a crime.
For the next two hours, I give them an abridged and simplified version of my discoveries, omitting the adventure and insisting on the spheres themselves — their compositions, populations and so on. Cadiz supports me whenever my word comes into doubt, not that they believe I would lie but they consider that my mind could have been influenced. The existence of the Sovereign of Summer spreads confusion and dismay among my kin.
At some point, one of the Mask vampires thinks himself smart by ‘retiring’ to a nearby tent for the express purpose of eavesdropping. Although not completely a breach of contract, the practice annoys me enough to shove him back to his own men with a forceful application of roots to the groin. Let it be known that I shall answer low blows with lower blows.
The questions come soon, and most of them relate to what I can do now since I have kept the existence of Pookie and the Dalton’s Fury secret so far. I answer politely. I answer patiently. Even the insinuations that I knew, should have expected, or planned my departure. The only accusations I struggle with are those of delaying my return. Unfortunately, they are correct. My arguments that the opportunity to gain advantages was simply too important fail to gain traction.
“A hypothetical final battle only you believe in makes for a poor excuse for leaving us alone.”
“I left you for half an hour, and this battle is nowhere close to hypothetical.”
“Even if you win, we would only be replacing a Devourer overlord for another.”
“I can only assume you have never interacted with my sire for more than one minute, sir, or the difference would be obvious.”
I can tell they are not satisfied and I know why. I have made incredible progress with this trip, progress that I have not shared yet. They most likely feel neglected. No amount of explanations will make up for that, and that is fine. I will reveal my gifts and acquisitions after they are properly secured.
I suspect what upsets them the most is the sudden upheaval of the balance of power. Constantine himself seems unsure on how to handle me, though my calm and lack of grandiloquent evil speech on world domination must assuage his fears.
Eventually, there is not much to do but to remind them of the reason for their coming.
“Mask is defeated once more and our land is secure. We have permanently removed their access to fae blood, equalizing the battlefield for the foreseeable future. I believe this calls for celebration more than blame.”
To my surprise, Constantine diplomatically addresses me.
“You have to understand that we have learned of you disappearing through that portal against our expectations. Now you return much stronger. Have we swapped one threat for another?”
My outrage must have been obvious because the Speaker winces, aware of his heavy-handed approach. Have I not been his supporter all along despite what he did to me? Do the years spent working on golems together not matter at all?
“What Constantine means,” Sephare rushes to correct, “is that this new situation is a lot to take in. We have seen much and been disappointed by much throughout the centuries. Please do not take our concerns personally.”
Of course I damn will.
“But never from her!”
Most vampires turn to Jimena, who had been so far standing awkwardly and with puppy eyes next to her equally uncertain progenitor.
“You have no right to doubt her. My sister has been nothing but an abiding, honorable member of this community and one of the most active proponents of our continued independence. You heard her. She was kidnapped and simply made the best of it, as I would have done, as any of you would have done in those circumstances. Our purpose was to stop Mask and we have done so. You are not entitled to any other results than the ones you joined for!”
“Ariane has been unerringly loyal to her allies during our stay together. I have seen her respect her word every time, especially to me. She has displayed commitment and a sense of sacrifice. I am glad to call her a friend.”
Suddenly, the public attention switches to Cadiz and I see something that I never anticipated from my kin. Relief.
Oh, they mask it so well I had mistaken it for concern but what they feel is fear, really. I can taste it in their aura, though they try to mask it. They are… smaller than I remember. The Accords vampires are afraid of me. Not all of them, of course, but enough to be telling. Despite what my dear Jimena said to defend me, the others will not trust me. Our kin cares about their immediate network to some extent, everyone else is rival, ally of circumstance, or prey. There is no in-between. She will not convince them.
In the next ten minutes, my ally and I perform an improvised social gig to soothe everyone. Sephare and a Constantine walk up to welcome Cadiz and fail to walk back, staying by my side instead. The Cadiz form a line behind the Progenitor who stays around while discussing his plans to stay for a while and observe. The Roland rally around Adrian who smoothly recenters the discussion around what demands we should make of our Mask captives. Ten minutes after the talk has started, I have graciously receded in the background of a newly formed circle, only intervening when the others involve me.
I am part of the group again.
The fear recedes, turned into the respect afforded to the strong as more and more people ask me questions about the fae spheres and the hypothetical danger they represent. I do not begrudge them their curiosity and answer truthfully, even though I know I will have to repeat myself in front of the council. The meeting winds down when Constantine walks to a waiting Bertrand, standing while surrounded by Hastings herself. I hear the unassuming woman jest to Sephare about the large number of Progenitors present. We do have four, an extraordinary occurrence. The fact I brought them together brings me great pride.
As expected of Mask, they smoothly turn the occasion into a socializing event and vampires who were skewering each other a couple of hours before now exchange jokes and taunts. A few sanctioned duels occur when opponents find themselves curious to see who would have prevailed. The abundance of willing mortals helps sake the thirst of those who were seriously wounded. I am fine with this outcome so long as they leave me alone, because I have not forgiven them. I only tolerate them because of our code. We are still on my land.
My mild annoyance melts when Urchin and Doe approach me.
“I knew you’d be back stronger ma’am. I told the big lug but he wouldn’t believe me. You’re so strong now, I feel like I’m standing in front of a coming storm. Are you fine?”
“More than fine now that I have had some coffee. I believe things are looking up.”
“I thought I had lost you again, Miss Ari,” Doe says.
He clasps my hands in his giant mitts in an unusual display of physicality. I allow it because it is Doe.
“I could not follow,” he finishes.
“But you were here when I returned.”
“I was waiting.”
“I know I could count on it. Come on, do not stay on the sides. Mingle.”
They obey, disappearing behind the arguing pair of Martha and Melusine. They look so similar besides hair color. I find the resemblance eerie. Shaking my head, I turn to Jimena as she discusses excitedly with her Progenitor.
“Not just the German School, but also L’Ecole des Armes and the progress of mounted fencing and formation! There is so much to discover!” Jimena says.
“I will be looking forward to it. I have my own treatises to write on fencing with vampire powers.”
“Oh, oh and I have a request. If I may.”
“Do tell,” Cadiz says guardedly.
“Could we spar? I do not mean to presume…”
“I would love to receive pointers as well,” Suarez adds.
Cadiz keeps silent for a few seconds, then slowly, a genuine smile blooms on his pallid face.
“I would love to.”
Before we leave, Constantine together with Cadiz, Ako, and a few other warlords ask to spar with me. It soon becomes obvious that despite their considerable powers, I still win. The thorn forest may not seem as impressive as Jarek’s seismic fists, but it is uniquely suited to making me control groups and their numbers do not help them when I can grow roots between each member of the squad and focus on one while keeping the others busy. Constantine’s barrage of powerful chains exhausts itself chasing ghosts while statues overwhelm him despite his decent close quarter skills. Cadiz cannot match my speed and I show no mercy in my style, fully aware that any sloppiness on my part will be paid later when I face my sire. I outpunch Jarek — which brings him great satisfaction — thus canceling his main strength. Ako and Wilhelm are not strong enough to oppose me although they use axes to great effect. The chaos of battle inevitably ends in my victory although I do have to make efforts. Between magic, fencing, my Magna Arqa, and guns, I have the tools to overcome any opposition.
I use the opportunity to remind Jarek that he would personally sponsor me for the seat Queen of America if I were to defeat Bertrand in single combat. My remark is taken quite seriously and leads to a round of negotiations behind closed doors in the Boston fortress.
In the end, I accept not to claim that title for two reasons.
First, there should be no queens in America. The last time someone tried it did not end so well.
Second, I find our community to be a den of ruthless, manipulative, devious, stubborn old curmudgeonly predators and I refuse to spend a second more than I have to one unruffling feathers. I would very much leave that task to Sephare since she not only excels at it, but she enjoys it too. Truly career socialites are strange creatures. The same applies to Constantine and his Watcher-cursed paperwork. I am pleased to let him handle taxes, fees, trade dispute arbitration and the general application of the law and by that I mean that I would rather stab myself in the knee with a sharpened cross than be more involved. I have enough to handle as it is.
“We effectively hold all power between the three of us. I propose to simply enshrine yours by granting you a title and the power you desire, that of summoning the Accords to war,” Sephare offers as we sit in comfortable chair in the Speaker’s private quarters.
“Unfortunately, we need a majority of two-thirds for any major change to the power structure. We do not have it now.”
“I can purchase it,” I assure them. “I have a bargaining chip I wanted to share anyway.”
***
The streets of Moonside have not changed much. A population of werewolves tends to remain stable at most times, due in part to their amazing physical resilience, and the lack of children. Jeffrey greets me with his usual congenial smile.
“It’s good to see you bosswoman. How did that little thing go? I told June it would be fine, that you knew what you were doing after all this time but she wouldn’t stop.”
“I am sure the thought of losing me was too much to bear,” I sarcastically reply.
The werewolf leader gives me a mischievous wink under the worried gaze of his guards. So long as I live, the werewolves are well-protected from many dangers.
“I happened to travel to the other side for a little while and I bear a gift. Or rather, I thought it was when I found it, but it might be double-edged.”
“The other side? The dead world you mentioned?”
“No. The world of the fae.”
“You… went there.”
“Briefly. And I brought something back.”
I remove a statuette from my pouch. It features the frame of a woman, little more than a miniature mannequin.
“Hmm. Very nice?”
“Touch it Jeffrey, and you will understand.”
He does and his fingers freeze as soon as they touch the delicate artifact, or delicate in appearance at least. His eyes search mine.
“It is calling but… I cannot answer. So calming.”
“Only women may bond this. If she touches it during the full moon…”
“It will cut her from the curse.”
“Yes.”
“But then…”
“Yes.”
Jeffrey breathes hard. He licks his lips with nervousness and a powerful longing.”
“Will the child…”
“I do not know. I only know that it will be possible. The artisan was quite certain it would function.”
Jeffrey guffaws. It is not a nice laugh.
“Poisoned indeed, bosswoman. The sweetest poison you could ever find. Ah, and to think we went five years without murder. Only one person at a time can bind this item, is it not so?”
I nod.
“It was difficult to acquire, or rather, I had to find one who could do it.”
“Yes. How wonderful and damnable. You know, bosswoman, sometimes hope is a curse. I read somewhere that all gifts of the fae were traps. You are no exception.”
“You could return it.”
“No, I really could not. Name your price.”
“I want you and your clan by my side when I face my sire. I will not send them to fight my kin but I will need all the help I can get during daylight.”
“When will it be?”
“Not any time soon. This is a pact between myself and your clan. Your clan must adhere to it and they will collectively hold the promise.”
“The clan answer to me. Yes, you have a deal. All of my warriors and myself for that last campaign.”
He stays quiet for a moment, though I can tell he has something left to say.
“ You smell…different. What else did you find?”
“Power. I found power.”
***
The White Cabal complex at Avalon may not have changed over the past years, but my accomodations have. Rather than being made to wait outside at the councilmen’s convenience, I now wait in a guest office inside of the expanded government building with a cup of black tea. I do not really enjoy black tea. I hinted at it several times but the only reaction I get from the assistant who delivers my drinks is terror. The last time, she almost tipped the cup into my lap, and so I sip the bitter liquid with mild annoyance. Finally the woman returns to whisper that I am expected. She smells of cheap terror. I can go weeks without feeding now and the mild temptation is easy to keep under control.
The council room is circular, with seats arranged in an amphitheater and each chair placed behind the more decorated one belonging to the main counselors. The fat president still gives and takes the right to speak with bangs of his mallet — I never bothered to learn his name. The Head Librarian is the same positively ancient woman covered in trinkets. There are some new faces however, especially since a few were removed from their shoulders after the attempted coup a while ago.
“What is that she’s holding?” a new councilwoman asks.
The president turns to me this time. I have in my hands a long staff wrapped in a snug wood casing. Its shape is quite obvious, especially for mages whose use of the gauntlet is only a recent change.
“Would you like to tell us now? I assume this is relevant to the conversation.”
“I come bearing answers and a proposal. The staff is part of my proposal.”
“How do we know it’s not a trap?” the councilwoman insists, breaking protocol.
She is quite young and beautiful in a pouty sort of way, with raven hair and thick lips tastefully underlined with minimal makeup. I approve of her efforts but not of her interruptions. Ugh, every time I deal with mages, a good third of the time is wasted on grandstanding. They are like us but without manners.
“Then I propose you start with it since there are bound to be many questions”
“Certainly. I will be brief. There will be a battle in the future that will decide the fate of our planet, and I want you by my side when it happens.”
“We have already agreed to a defensive alliance. Will this be any different?”
“The man we will be facing will not attack us, he will attack another immortal. If he wins, he will gain enough power to take over the world single-handedly, and there will be very little we can do to stop him.”
“One of your kin?”
“The one who made me. The first of our kind.”
They mull over the news in collective silence for a moment. I sometimes forget that the mortals know very little about us as we like to keep our affairs private and deny the curious with extreme prejudice. I consider the current notion to be relevant to the negotiations and ultimately harmless, unlike, for example, the number of top level civil servants we hold sway over. Which is most of them.
“How old is he, exactly?” the Black Dog asks.
“Approximately two thousand six hundred years.”
This time the mages are dumbstruck. They know very well the older a vampire grows and the more powerful they become. It does not take a genius to realize the implication.
“Can a man like this even be stopped?” another counselor asks.
“Due to special circumstances, I have gained the strength to face him at least. Victory is not assured, however.”
“Can you give us an idea of what he can do?”
In answer, I deploy my aura.
I always keep myself under control these days since it is only polite, but now I am here to impress upon them the necessity of unity. This time, I let go. It feels like removing an overly tight piece of garment if said garment encircled one’s soul. I refrain from sighing in contentment.
A few of the people at the back gasp, but the archmages and veteran politicians facing me merely flinch, doing their best to keep their composure. The lights flicker, which is new. Slowly, the warm glow of the lamps turn blueish and the temperature drops. The fading warmth of the mortals’ breath produces amusing puffs of mist.
“You have made your point,” the president says.
I regretfully pull my power back in. The cold lingers for a while, even after someone opens a window to let warmer air in. It gives the mages a moment to consider. Eventually, they recover enough to pretend they were merely considering my words.
“And what do you expect us to do?”
“I do not expect you to face him in direct combat. The strength of mages has always relied on preparations, planning, and superior tactics. This is what I would like you to contribute. In return, I will offer you this staff,” I say, and I open the package.
“What does this do?” a younger member asks with interest.
“It gives you a fighting chance.”
I reveal a silver implement of sublime make, a work of art covered in thin, interlocking layers of runes. No human hand could craft such an elaborate masterpiece, and even a mundane human could feel the power it exudes.
“This is a Blue Court war rod, a proprietary design of their fighting forces. No human mages can live long enough to hope to harness its potential, although Frost would have been able to use the entire ice magic system. The man or woman who wields this shall become a champion among mortal casters. They will outshine entire cabals through sheer might.”
“And the price for that…”
“I already paid it. Only one person may bind the staff, but so long as you hold your part of the agreement by supporting me with your full military for one battle, it will be yours now and forever.”
We understand each other. Mages may not lie or break oaths easily. If they deny me, they might not lose their lives but the staff will at the very least become cursed, not least because it was made by a Likaean. I am asking for a very serious commitment.
“Where did you find such a thing?”
“You know the fae are gone,” I start.
There is a little back and forth when they deny and deflect, as if the beat of their hearts and the smell of their stress were not all the answers I need. It takes half an hour of pointless deliberations before the leadership admits they knew of this phenomenon, which leads to another fifteen minutes of subtle recriminations from those who were unaware of the fact. It has only been two weeks. The news is still fresh. Casters in general only kept a handful of fae captive due to the amazing reward one could receive by giving them to our kin, and also the risk of being slaughtered if found sheltering them. It does not surprise me to learn that their fate would be hidden under a mantle of secrecy.
I admit I was also wrong, many of them did not know. Sinead has the truth of it. One of the most common mistakes is losing sight of what people know.
I will miss the smug bastard.
“The path to the fae worlds has closed and shall remain so for the next few millenia — barring the odd and unreliable phenomenon — so this is effectively a unique artifact of unmatched power. Please consider this a mark of my esteem, of my respect for your abilities, and of the hope that we will face that devil together.”
Over the next couple of hours, I am asked much about the Likaean spheres and I keep my answers secret and mysterious for a single overarching reason: I am having fun. Besides, being insufferably mysterious is so deeply rooted in our personalities that to act with too much honestly would raise even more suspicions. They finally work their way backward to the conclusion.
“Wait… you freed the fae? You?”
“And sent them to their home plane, yes.”
“How do we know she just didn’t slaughter them all,” the aggravating girl replies.
I learned that her name is Daphne and she is the new face of the human supremacy faction. Although I respect her for her attempts, her continuous insinuations are working against her at the moment. The proper way to do so is to save all those insinuations for her followers and only confront her foes with accusations that are too difficult to deny, otherwise the conclusion is what happens now.
“And how would she have collected the staff then? You can feel its power as well as I can. There is no denying it. It was made in another world,” the librarian scoffs.
I let the argument wind down a little, until I am asked to leave so they can deliberate. I wisely leave the staff in plain sight with a small charge just so they can feel its power calling to them while they talk. Eventually, the temptation is simply too great and I get a signed, carefully worded contract signed. I have the core of a group. Now that it is done, I need to keep searching for new allies. I have time, but so does he.
***
“Ariane? Lass, is that really ye? I thought you were still in the new world doing your thing.”
“I have not left yet and I also completed the project successfully. It is done.”
That’s great ta hear, aye. How can ye reach here from America? No mirrir should be this stable.”
“I have enough power to fuel a spell at this range. I am also using the Aurora’s chestplate. It has changed a little.”
“What did ye do to my masterpiece?”
“The fae ice world helped it along to… completion, shall we say. You will see when you get here.”
“And why would I get… what is that thing? Those runes, but no, it cannot be. I do not… Is that one gravity? Wait. Wait wait wait wait wai Ariane WHAT DID YE FIND?”
“Flying ships.”
“Please tell me ye didn’t let any of those young numpties catch a gander at this they’ll demolish the bloody thing. By Tyr tell me ye kept the diagrams. Drawings. Anything!”
“I brought back the ship.”
“You…”
“Yes. It is currently moored on my land, but we have a problem. The ambient mana is too weak to keep it afloat for extended periods of time. We need a way to adapt the design to our sphere. You are the best arcane engineer on the planet. Think you can help?”
“Dinnae move it, dinnae screw with it, and keep the humans’ mitts of that thing, ye hear? I’m coming.”
***
Over the next few months, I find that the recent crisis has subsided but that its waves only grow with every passing day. The news of Mask’s second defeat and their retreat over the ocean is noted by most information networks including the more mundane ones. The reason for their defeat and the disappearance of an entire species all trace back to me. As a relatively public figure I have no need or advantage denying the truth, especially since many rumors claim I murdered the fae to the last one. The unintended consequence of my success, the sheer scope of the operation, and Bertrand’s crushing defeat in a one-on-one duel propels me to fame. I receive much attention from almost every faction that knows of us. Isaac even hints that the information package on my person has been purchased so many times it became the information broker’s most sold commodity this year.
Not all of this attention is good obviously, and I am compelled to hire additional help to protect the secrecy of my latest project, as well as my life. The sun has not lost its hold on me and as unstoppable as I am at night, the cruel orb still stops me. I suspect summer essence has increased my resilience. It just means I will simmer instead of roasting. Progress.
Eventually, Constantine and Sephare put my request forward and the vote is called. I can tell from the eyes of my assembled kin that they expect some sort of compensation as the council assembles in the courtyard outside of the Boston fortress. I point up to the night sky, surprising many with my seemingly absurd display. Above us, there are only low clouds.
First they hear the flap of propellers and the woosh of hot hair leaving a balloon, then the hull appears, soon followed by sails. Curses and exclamations of surprise emerge from a notoriously quiet crowd, pleasing me greatly.
“Is this a flying ship”
“It is more than a flying ship. It is a proof of concept. It is… the future. It is here, and through me, the Accords shall control the exclusive rights to it. Welcome to a new era of magic and technology. Let us control it, shall we?”
Comments
ManguKing
Thanks for the chapter and the hard work
Kristof Dohrmann
According to google it's still almost 30 years until the first Zeppelin, which was first tested in 1900.
MrrC
I think she knows that deals like this need to be heavy on bait and light on initial cost. Helping her will mean fighting the mask faction again and all of her creators forces. Those who survive will remember the cost and the victory...as well as the fact that she can cast in her own right
jay
Jimena my day one, my og, the friend in my corner always got MCs side. Love her
RonGAR
Yeah... the site was down when it first posted. I had to wait 8hours before I was allowed to reply
RonGAR
Just had to go back in history to find some words Constantine said once upon a time. “Do you have any idea how much effort I spend every night regulating petty conflicts and signing things so that we remain the Accords and not some squabbling confederation of bloodthirsty old monsters? No one, not even I, have the power to put the likes of Jarek or even you in line. It would take the likes of your sire and nobody would benefit, but I digress. Spend a week shadowing me and we will see if you truly have the stomach for it. You know enough by now that it should benefit you.” Excerpt From 177. The Undead World The part that I found important was the part where he said, "No one, not even I, have the power to put the likes of Jarek or even you in line. It would take the likes of your sire..." Well congrats Constantine, now Ari can act as the Accords disciplinarian/enforcer! The steel behind the new Triumvirtes velvet glove. Everyone knows she is fair but also pitiless when annoyed. She won't give a single ***k or a second chance if she sent after you. And she will *bleep* up your whole night when she finds you! You best believe that! LOL
RonGAR
🤣
Mark Villalobos
By the Watcher, you’re an incredible writer 🥹
LenoraeKB
I just realized, ariane now has some true leverage. She can say she will only make the airship technology freely available if a law is put in place banning the use of the word OK
Emily Gurnavage
Anyone else having trouble viewing this one on mobile? Keeps stretching the post out to the sides no matter what I try to do. Might have to download the offline version for this one.
RonGAR
I personally hope the end is still a long way off. It's all about the journey, not the destination! 😉 (See what I did there? 🤣)
Pierre Steiner
Good god this is all so good! Srlsy you have a way with words and telling stories where you tie every little bit together in one multi-colored sinuous rope of emotions and expectations all bunched together, it's splendid, it is brilliant I love it! This story has been good since chapter 1 and it just keeps on getting better the more we progress as you somehow manage to keep up the quality. This all seems to be leading to this Journey's climax and I can't wait to see it
RonGAR
How about you stop being vague and just say what you have to say. I came here to read and interpret this story, not you and your passive-aggressive inuendos. 😤 And if you have so much to say to me about my long-winded comments and critiques, why not take more time sharing your opinions with the author instead? I'm sure he would love to read a comment longer than a single sentence. Being constantly creative isn't easy work you know. 😜
Hayden Leech
That you don’t even see why is even more unsettling.
RonGAR
🤔 ? U lost me...
Hayden Leech
Man. Your perspective makes me really glad you don’t have superpowers.
A
What year are we in now? Does this line up with real history’s invention of the zeppelin?
RonGAR
Or why not demand some respect
Leviathon251
Hell yeah steam punk Ariane. On a ww1 blimp. Let's go. What year is it now btw?
Riprexe
Not four progenitor for the accord, four progenitor present, Hastling is the fourth
RonGAR
Wow wow wow, where to begin? Let's take it from the top, shall we? The title of FAME should come w/ a question mark. LOL Seems like we are still bordering on infamy a bit there. 🤔What is this about 'Martha' being the last person to witness her disappearance into the fae world?🤔 I could've bet the house, car, wife and kids, it was Naminata. Even had to go back to confirm it was. Or did Nami not say anything in order to protect her friend and that left Martha as the only witness and 'snitch'??? I also could've sworn Nami was close enough to realize the situation for what it was. A vamp-napping, given how shocked Ariane seemed by the development when the door was about to close. (Re-read that part as well) Next up: Bunch of Ingrates. (Initially anyway, LOL) Wow-what a welcome home, smh 🤨. Why does everyone feel like they could talk down to her like that, and at the same time be fearful of her lashing out? Maybe she should've poked one or two of them and let some air out of their puffed-up chest. Would serve them right acting all haughty like that. Good grief. And who was the Jerk that said “Even if you win, we would only be replacing a Devourer overlord for another.” Doesn't he/she know that those w/ 'real' Power, tend to end up w/ the Rule. PERIOD! Take your current situation w/ Nirari for example. He could've steamrolled over every faction, one by one before Ari came into the picture, and long before she got dragon's blood. He could've made a secret army of devourers and taken down your whole firm! This isn't a comic book! You are not 'owed' altruism by those above you. You better just pray they care about those around them, or else there is F**k all you can do about it. Ari was raised by the worse and best of what the supernatural world has to offer. Her Journey made her who she is. She has worked for and EARNED her place among her peers, and now her power puts her above them. But she will take her guiding lessons from Constantine, for when he was above her as leader of her sect and as a progenitor, he sought to share his power, and make his laws equitable for all. It was the best choice given what she saw of how the others carry themselves. And what did that jerk think when he made that comment? Did he think she was going to allow them to fatten her up, take out Nirari, then step aside, and let some weakling subject her to rules they cannot enforce over her? SMH you know what, I think that's exactly what some were thinking. They wanted to get a weapon to take out 'their problem', then throw that weapon away. This brings me back to my thought, that they are going to just standby and wait for one to take out the other, then kill whoever is left. Nirari may be right... these people are not as loyal and friendly as they show themselves to be. She is really going to need to have a serious backup plan. Too many small-minded snakes crawling toward her right now. Glad Jimena and Cadiz spoke up and told it like it is. "You are not "ENTITLED'' to any other results than the ones you joined for!" That was PERFECT!!! Tell'm girl! And wow, Cadiz and Ari are friends? Wow didn't know it since he wasn't there for any of her most harrowing trials and tribulations outside of her sword lessons. That aside, Looks like the Cadiz are Drunkenly happy to have their progenitor back. Happy for them. And you mentioned 4 progenitors for the Accord. WHo is the fourth??? There is Constantine, Ako, and now Cadiz. Who is the other one?🤔 THE THING THAT NOTHING HUNTS: Yesssss, Our girl put the beat down on them all at once! Love, Love, Love to see it!!!!🤩 Love the group challenge!!! Love that she and Jarek got into a MA bare-knuckle brawl and he got his teeth handed to him in a bag!!! 😂 I would've showcased that whole thing a bit differently but either way the point was made. Our girl isn't a one time wonder or a one-trick pony. So you better bring it!!! I guess the next thing to see is where Cadiz stands among the progenitors and swordsmen. Lets see if we can get some ranking on that! 🤞🏽 Wait a sec... WHY is nobody freaking out about these statues/avatars in the battlefield? Haven't they figured out yet, that if they gave Ariane blood, or if she took it, there is most definitely a statue of themselves within her ??? Why isn't Constantine even thinking about that? I thought he would've been the first one to mention it. QUEEN OR NOT? : Soooo is Ari the new queen/ speaker? Or Not. Wasn't clear in the end. All they said was they had a vote, but not the result. The Accords, Eneru, and Mask have a strange relationship, boy let me tell ya. SMH. One minute they are fighting for supremacy, next minute they are HeeHee'ing all over the place together. I guess when there is only a few thousand of you, you can't go around killing as you please. That may change when Ariane starts making new Devourer's. Which is something that ABSOLUTELY should happen. She clearly knows how to raise good strong honorable vamps. Look at Urchin and DOE. WHITE CABAL: Omg I hate these pretentious A-holes. Admittedly they were better behaved this time around, but I always get a greasey vibe off them. Like they can't truly be trusted. I don't get that with the wolves, sea people or Red Cabal, just these jerks. Ari shows respect and deference in her dealings when she doesn't have to and the wolves, sea people and Red Cabal show it in return. Only with the White Cabal does unqualified arrogance play its part. Ariane could've single-handily wiped out the lot of them when she was only a Master. And any three master vampires could do the same at any point if they want the state of NY for a domain. So why, why, why do these fools keep acting like that is not the case? I think when frost died, so did most of my interest in what happens to this group of weasels. Sure she has to take care of her friends legacy/children, but other than that she doesn't need the headache. Some need a firm reminder of what it means to face a vampire. They need to know how to show deference and RESPECT! Something needs to happen to Cull their behavior! They are just too mouthy and unruly. That aside, I am surprised Ari's Aura release didn't do more. I was thinking it was about to be an Emperor's Haki, one-piece moment, and they were all about to faint or be suppressed by the pressure of her Aura. But nope.. only a few candles flickered. SMH that was a letdown for sure. And speaking of Cabal's : What did she bring back for the Red Cabal? You know, her OWN faction??? Why not concentrate your power with those who celebrate you instead of 'barely tolerate' you? 🤷🏽♂️ MOON BABIES: That was a nice gift if not perfect gift for the pact. Thier history will record it as Ariane's gift or the Queen's gift . And yes, it will be fought over. But not too badly or to the death I think. Its something they all wanted and the wolves that will come from that will be powerful I bet. Enough to take on a Master by itself I'm thinking or maybe at a rate of 3 on 1 ,instead of the 10 to 1 situation happening right now. LOTH's GIFT: Loved Loth's reaction to Ari's Armor and New flying tech. Love when they get together. Brings back old times. Good times. Simpler times. They have a great father-daughter relationship. IMO. His reaction reminded me of Torran, when Ari stole the unstealable Organ for him. It was perfect. Looks like they gonna build the first Hindenburg after all. Hope history doesn't repeat LOL. Now she gets to visit Torran since it only takes 48hours to cross the Atlantic. But I'm pretty sure Torran will know that she 'fibbed' and that Sinead was a lover on the side after all. Wonder how that will play out. She still needs to do something for ENeru to make up for her betrayal. Torran stuck his neck out for her, and she killed and stole from them. And did so after they protected her from the Knights. She NEEDS to make up for that, or what is her 'word' worth?! ASSASINS: Who is coming for ARi that she feels the need to hire daytime security? And who is running that security??? Seems like win or lose, Ari is destined to be the next Nirari. Too strong to live 'within'. I have a feeling they are going to eventually push her out when she gets tired of placating them and pretending to be on their level. Yeah, that train is coming, for sure. WAIT A MINUTE, wait a gosh darn minute: Wasn't Ariane going to Name her mental space once upon a time, so many odd chapters ago? Didn't we all guess what it was going to be for the upcoming chapter... What happened to that? Did she name her mental space and I just missed it?🤨 And whatever happened to BLAKE the Roland girl from Detroit??? She appeared when Ari was challenged for her territory, and where Ari first met Jeremy. That aside, GREAT CHAPTER. Loved it.
riseris
Looks like she’s kept her world tree seed a secret.
Murigi
Ahh poor Wright brothers 😂
Gardor
They get the staff forever if they help her in one battle? Why not ask for some more permanent form of loyalty?
