XLII._Father of Monstrosity

XLII.

 The housey in ruins, and the citizens had gathered around it to see what had happened.

 Theres someone there, mother, a child-like voice said, the speakers eyes more attuned to the night than her mothers.

 Come on. Let the guards handle it.

 As their footsteps quickly retreated into the distance, echoing against the many stone buildings of the city, a three-wed hand dragged the figure out of the rubble of where they hadnded.

 They sniffed the air, trying to ascertain what part of the Principality they were in. There were many wonderful smells of the warm flesh of untold thousands.

 Raleigh allowed himself a satisfied grin, though the voice within had once again separated itself.

 These are my people! Do not harm them!

 Silence, weakling! We feed! Our Ascendancy is near! Once we achieve Knighthood, we will take our revenge on the Keenings Servant and remake the world in our image!

 The metallic tter of approaching guards suddenly drew his attention. These people had a strange scent to them, as though they were his brethren in Vice, pure and undiluted, but then he noticed the faint aftertaste of mortality and wrinkled his nose.

 He hated their scent, and yet it promised potent souls for him to devour, and with their sustenance, he would ascend the ranks of Demonkind and be ever-closer to the visage of his Primogenitor.

 With a forceful shove, he rbined with the weaker half, and together they brushed off thest bit of battle-damage, before reshaping the blood in their body to be a hardened scale armour of crystallised epidermis, covered in sharp spikes and wed hands and feet. A potent horn also adorned Raleighs brow, and before any of the four neers could react, he had speared the first on this curled spike and gored a second with his w.

 MORRLIGT, WATCH ME ASCEND!!!

 The ughter began anew. It would not cease until they had reached the promised heights.

 Jakob had made Hand drink a brew to appease his abstinences for the moment, though, as they grew in strength, his brew would not be able to keep up.

 After having the Gold-Ranker buy all the tools he required, he had filled the Workshop with alembics, sks, tubes, and boiling cups lifted above small mes. It was a miniature of Grandfathers alchemy and chimeraboratorium, but it would serve its current purpose in distilling a Euphoric that would utterly shackle Hands mind, making him a fiend whose morals and ethics held no sway over his actions, and he would do whatever was required to receive the next dose.

 You will tell me everything first, before I allow you this, Jakob told the man.

 He was sitting on a stool, watching the slow trickle of evaporated matter fall into the final sk, whereafter it would be mixed with an oil to produce an emulsion that, when chilled to room temperature would be like a paste. The paste would then be either smeared on the gums of the mouth, the roof of the mouth, or inserted deep into the nostrils, such that its absorption through the tissue would lead it directly to the brain, where it would do its work.

 The eutrophics paste could also be mixed with food and consumed entirely, though this manner of consumption would result in a muted effect and thus not be as effective in enthralling Hands mind.

 The Gold-Ranker swallowed deeply, saliva forming on his chapped lips. Jakob only noticed now how the mans previous euphorics-binge had destroyed his body thus that much of his hair had thinned or fallen out, along with the nails of his hands which were either paper-thin and brittle or entirely gone. His teeth had fared little better, and were a crumbled ruin.

 Now, if you would. Once I give you this, you will be in no position to tell me what sort of task binds you here.

 Hand nodded. I have been doing this for twenty-five years or more. At first I was simply chasing a mystery.

 A mystery?

 Have you ever heard of The ck Lakes of Lilibeth?

 Yes.

 Hand seemed surprised at first, but then he nodded. Of course, you Magisters are more attuned to such mysteries.

 I began my search in Lilibeth, and it was clear from the onset that something unnatural had brought about thekes, for no fish swam in their ck waters, nor did any children nor animals dare approach it, as it was said that something lived in their deep recesses, snatching any who attempted to swim across or even imbibe the waters.

 Jakob looked at the broken man, already understanding why he had fallen into the embrace of mind-altering euphorics. One did not seek toprehend the Great Ones and their powers without a measured mind. One whose mind was rife with emotional turmoil and inner conflict and preconceptions was a cradle into which insanity and madness would be born.

 He continued, I must have looked through all the history of the region for over a year, before I came upon the myth of The Wicked Doctor. A foul Magister whose work was said to be so unholy that it brought about the bottomlesskes and whose creations still flock in their dozens in the darkest forests of Heimdale.

 After leaving behind Lilibeth and my search for answers seeming inconclusive, I met a Gold-Ranked Adventurer, now the famous Rose-Gold-Ranker known as the Divine Hand. With his aid, I learnt of esoteric knowledge and ancient sites said to once have been visited by Gods, known as the Absolutes, or, more often

 The Great Ones, Jakob answered.

 Hand blinked a few times, then nodded eagerly, like a schr finding a willing and attentive listener to a tale he had told a hundred times prior to nothing but deaf ears.

 Exactly! After learning of these Gods and parts of their ancientnguage, I suddenly seemed to find clues all over the ce, as though left behind by the Wicked Doctor for anyone with the knowledge to find it.

 These clues eventually lead me to Lleman, though many also pointed to Helmsgarten, but my mentor, the Divine Hand, told me not to venture there, though the reasons he did not exin.

 And, so? What have you found here? Jakob wondered out loud. Despite himself, he was finding that he might benefit from the Gold-Rankers search.

 I have found some old texts that mention The Llemanian Widowmaker, and the descriptions of his work, though struck from public records, are eerily simr to those of the Wicked Doctor of Lilibeth. The particr details are so distinct that, despite five-hundred kilometres separating these two historical viins, they have to be one and the same!

 Jakob nodded, it was not a difficult conclusion to make if one had the proper historical texts to cross-reference, and a Gold-Ranker was certainly able to dig up information that was never allowed to see the light of day, such as guard reports, official statements prior to revisions, private letters, and so forth.

 Have you found the Widowmakersir? Jakob asked.

 He knew from Grandfathers brief tales of the past that hisboratorium in Lilibeth was now one of its twokes, which were the ever-expanding portals to the realm of Nwetrou, the Great Devourer. However, hisboratoriums in Lleman ought to still remain intact, and, one of them was where he had crafted Heskel, before travelling to Helmsgarten. If Jakob could find the specificboratorium, he wondered what sort of insights he might glean.

 In truth, he could simply ask the Wight, but he had the sense that Heskel was uninterested in retreading old paths.

 Not yet, but I am still diligently searching, Hand tantly lied.

 You have given up, Jakob told him, letting frustration take over. If you were diligent about anything, you would not have spent this long chasing shadows.

 I

 Dont bother defending yourself. I care not. Truly.

 Hand lowered his head shamefully. Jakob meanwhile ensured the seal on his mask remained perfect, then turned to the sk, where about a finger-digit-depths-worth of murky blue-brown water had collected. He took the sk by the neck and poured in a draught of Hester oil, then plugged the mouth of the sk with the thumb of his demon-flesh glove, before giving it a rigorous shake.

 The resultant emulsion would remain stable thanks to the addition of a unique acid found in asparagus, which Jakob had used the majority of the alchemy setup to iste, as the euphoric concoction itself was incredibly simple to produce, albeit requiring a rare flower native to the Llemanian forests, which, fortunately, a local flower vendor made a habit of collecting.

 It seemed to Jakob that Hand knew woefully little about what he purported to have studied for years, and, thus, there was no more use to be gained from him. He had momentarily contemted remaking him, but his body was tainted with the filth he had habitually imbibed to save his fragile sanity and he was too old for any of his organs to be of adequate condition.

 Jakob was thoroughly disappointed to find a vaunted Gold-Ranker to be such a poor specimen, but he still held out hope that something could be made with a Rose-Gold Adventurer, given their legendary status as one-in-a-million specimens of human fortitude and talent.

 Did you buy the other items I requested?

 Hand handed him the sack that had been sitting by his feet as he talked, though his eyes never left the sk.

 Jakob opened the bup sack and withdrew the cheap mirror and bnced it precariously on the edge of the alchemy workstation, so that Hand could sit on the stool and see himself. Then he withdrew the slender knife the man had bought from the cksmith in town. This too Jakob ced on the workstation.

 Some minutester, when the concoction had solidified enough, bing less of a liquid and more viscous like jam, Jakob broke off the top of the sk and handed Hand the broken bottom, which now was like a dish full of blue-brown paste. Even simply inhaling the stuff could have an effect on ones faculties, so he once again ensured the seal of his mask, then let out a puff of spent vapour.

 Dip a finger in, then run it along your gums.

 With a single-minded focus, the Gold-Ranker put his index and middle fingers into the dish and fished out a glob of the stuff, then smeared the paste all over his chipped-and-ruined teeth, as well as his infected gums.

 After watching a transcendent bliss ovee Hand and seeing his eyes ze over, Jakob carefully intoned his followingmand, such that the man would hear and understand each word.

 Hand, take the skinning knife and carefully skin your own face and give it to me. Afterwards, go to the Guild Hall and tell them you have found the Divine before slitting your own throat in front of them.

 Hand nodded dully and then picked up the knife.

 Jakob sat on the stool, holding aloft the skinned face of Hand, as a piercing scream cut through the air from further down the street, where the Guild Hally. With meticulous care, he rolled the skin up and stuffed it into one of the internal pockets of his apron.

 Wothram. Destroy the alchemy setup and workstation. Make sure no one will connect this to us.

 Before he left out the back of the workshop, he grabbed the remainder of the Elfs Lure euphoric and bade Marll craft a special sealed-off pouch where he could stuff it into without identallying into contact with it himself.

 Twelve more faces to go, he thought to himself.

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