XXIX._Father of Monstrosity

XXIX.

 Where void rules, light the ember of Unlife.

 Where void rules, sprout the seed of thought.

 Where void rules, fill it with conscious noise.

 O Eternal Serpent, Birthe Sentience!

 The mes of the corpse-tallow candles reached towards the ceiling, casting their unsettling light on the entire room, before bending inward and diving straight into the figure curled in a foetal position at the centre of the hexagram.

 Slowly, and with ponderous and careful motions, the bone golem got up from the floor and lumbered towards him. It had a heavyset frame, thick arms and legs, and a squat featureless head.

 Jakob had originally wanted to make a simple humanoid automaton to help him in his work, but he had decided on a more purpose-made servant after dragging the two corpses, whose constituents parts were now part of the golem, halfway across the town on an improvised sled.

 Grandfather employed simr constructs, though his were crafted through gically-spliced artificial wombs, whereas Jakob relied more on his own ability to hand-craft every minute detail. Many of Grandfathers chimera were born wed, whereas Jakobs creations were only as wed as he allowed them to be, either through carelessness or poor design. As Jakob improved, so too would his constructs, while Grandfathers chimera would remain wed, unless their constituent gic inputs were refined, which the Old Spider seemed reluctant to do, given how he apparently cherished the ws bred into his creations.

 One day, Jakob would best his mentor even in the field of Chimera Fleshcrafting.

 He put a hand on the head of the golem, as it stood before him, awaiting hismand. It was a head taller than Jakob, which, given his diminutive stature, meant that it was more-or-less the height of an adult man, though easily twice as wide.

 Your name will be Wothram.

 Pernille, Jakob called to his assistant, when histest patient had left.

 She quickly entered his consultation room. What is it, Magister?

 I would like to introduce you to my newest servant. He indicated the bone golem which stood stock-still up against the wall behind his operating table. This is Wothram.

 Pernille looked at the golem with unmasked dread, then it stirred into action and reached for her. With a squeal she backed away from it, almost leaving the room.

 What? What? What is it!?

 He is a golem, who will aid me while Heskel is absent.

 Is he harmless?

 Yes. Hes very obedient, albeit still a bit eager, but that will pass with time.

 I I, ehh, I did not know you could create something like that.

 There is no need to fear him, Pernille. He is a simple tool to be utilised. Watch. Jakob turned to the Golem, which was staring at its outstretched hands with its nk head, seeming to be contemting what it had done wrong to scare the Receptionist. Wothram. The Golem immediately turned to regard him, its arms falling by its side. Pernille here may need your aid, and so you are to obey her to the fullest extent of your capabilities, so long as hermands do not interfere with mine.

 He turned back to his assistant, who seemed to have sidled even closer to the doorway. Try to give him a simplemand.

 I I dont think this is right

 Pernille, Jakob said, seriously. This is as much for your benefit as mine. After all, there are some things Wothram will be more adept at than me. Remember the incident with the irate patient? If Wothram had been present then, you would not have required the help of the guard to restrain the man.

 I understand, Magister.

 Now, give him amand.

 Wothram.

 Immediately the Golem turned to regard her, and Pernille froze like a deer staring straight at the hunter whose bow was trained on it.

 Wothram. I need my desk and chair moved slightly closer to the wall of the reception area.

 The Golem looked around, confused.

 It will help if you show him.

 Wothram, she repeated, as though speaking to a child, despite the Golem being taller than her. Follow me, Ill show you.

 As she went out into the reception, the Golem lumbered after her, mimicking the way she opened the door.

 Given enough time, the Golems Sentience would grow to the point of being able to anticipate when it was needed, but for now it was yet a fledgeling, even more so since Jakob had not connected his own mind to it, like he had done with his first application of Birthe Sentience. Given that the mind-link he had shared with the Centipede Construct had nearly killed him with the bacsh of its death, it seemed now an obvious w in its design. But then, mistakes were to be learnt from.

 The man ran across the understory with tremendous haste and finesse, dodging every tree, bush, and boulder in his way, though hisrge frame belied these athletic capabilities.

 She had been tracking him for a while, initially drawn to him because he cast off a scent she had not tasted in a long time. As a resident of the Goeten Wilds, she was no stranger to visitors, who used the cover of its vast canopies to cross the otherwise heavily-monitored border to Lleman. But demons, True Demons, were a rarity, though that was the scent this newest visitor gave off as she tracked him from above.

 A long-lived huntress of the forest, she had immediately gone downwind from her prey, as though it was second-nature. But she was not a huntress by birth, but circumstance and her pariah status had forced her into this role for the sake of survival.

 She wanted a closer look at the newest visitor and the message it carried in a scroll over its shoulder, so, as she leapt from branch to branch, tracking the prey below, she readied one of her triangr barbed arrows and, mid-jump, sent the missile soaring through the forest where it impacted with the calf of the nimble brute.

 Ciana fell from above,ncing into her prey with the longsword she had inherited from her father. Instead of shearing straight through the neck-tissue of her quarry, however, he managed to catch the strike with his forearm, raised pre-emptively to shield his weak-spot.

 She let her momentum withdraw the de from his multi-hued flesh as shended on the understory with all the grace of a felid. The brute immediately swung a massive fist at her centre-of-mass, but she moved into the blow and rolled aside from it at the moment just before impact, then speared her sword through his armpit.

 As the de rested there, surely ruining both lungs and possibly even the heart, the brute unexpectedly swung for her again, forcing her to abandon her de within his body as she danced out of reach.

 His right arm hung limp, where her de had carved into him, but otherwise he maintained all of his fighting fervour, somehow even faster than moments prior, as though the pain spurred him on.

 After another swipe at her body, heunched his knee towards her head, snapping a tree in half when she evaded the blow.

 Such power!

 It had been a long time since she had fought someone who could keep up with her, but she was disturbed by the brutes utterck of self-preservation, given that a de rested deeply within his torso and the barbed arrow still stuck out of his left calf.

 Ciana avoided another swipe of his left hammer-fist, then mmed into his elbow joint with the heel of her palm, audibly snapping the bones in the joint.

 While the brutes size belied his nimble nature, her small lithe frame likewise belied her incredible strength. She might have looked human, if not for her sharp ears, tiny horns on the right side of her forehead, hooves, long fingers with strong ws, and the single gossamer wing that always floated behind her, ignorant to thews of physics.

 The sudden m of the brutes right fist into the side of her head sent her sprawling across the ground. It took her a moment to realise what had happened, but by then the brute was already on her, his right hand seizing her by her chin and pinning her to the ground with his immovable weight bearing down on her.

 He pretended his right arm was limp, just so I would let my guard down!

 Before you kill me, tell me your name.

 Heskel.

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