Book 3: Chapter 70
Tiffany
“I’ll lead the way.” I said proudly…. That room down there was as much of my child as our charges. I’d fed that land nearly every day, charged it with my own reserves since I got here.
He looked impressed with how big, and how charged this room is. The runes are carved in the floor. The blood pools in the center of the room here, and feeds the land. My coven was already down there, along with Gulteer…
When did he get here?
Why can’t I sense him While looking at him….and who did he have with him? Some random human in black slacks and a white collar shirt.
“Ah, those are my grandchildren.” Beamed Gulteer. He waved.
“The young man looks strapping.” Said the gray haired human… He Can’t be human…
“Who the FUCK is that?!” Growled Lord Jerold… that was the first time I’d seen him be aggressive.
“I’m Norman!” he teleported in front of him and shook his wrist. “I am the Right Hand of Judgement.”
What. I blinked twice while they carried on casually.
“Oh! You’re the New demigod!” Said Jerold. “I heard you hunt those of Elkteer’s mentality.”
“That I do, and nothing less.” He smiled warmly. “The masters asked me to spend the day with the Witch King.”
“Aye. You broke the barrier, and it ported me here. You lot should have contacted me.” Gulteer’s eyes were red as they glared at us, but he was worried for our sakes, not angered.
“You chose to rule *nothing* so I don’t have to tell you *anything.*” King Jerold hissed. He then sighed. “BUT… Rodrick and Father Parez sent me here. You should trust they hold no ill to you or yours.”
“But Rodrick did use you.” Said Gulteer with a small growl. “I make Night amulets; they work the Same as the Light ones. You can calibrate Where you’re ported. He wanted you to shatter her barrier, to show them passively that the Church has the technology now….”
“Aye, but better that you know to make your own preparations, not that they need it if *you’re* summoned with its shattering.” Said Jerold, writing that down. “This will keep them from appearing without warning… “
“True.” Mumbled Gulteer. “Let them know of Norman’s alignment as well. I’m sure they’re Itching to recruit him.”
“I am stamped by his majesty Judgment.”
“Ugh, you already know.” King Jerold rolled his eyes and snorted. “Seat Alshifand can kiss my ass.”
“Damn, and I was joking. My condolences.” Joked Gulteer.
“Condolence’s accepted.” He chuckled.
“Grandfather, I didn’t know you wove summoning magic into the barrier.” Said Zayde with Honest surprise.
“You’re both too Young to handle a king.” He said casually. “Me and Norman here brought some better sacrifices too, from another world.”
So basically caviar for the Horned One.
“Thank you!” I ran to hug him…. We were following the rules… but the Horned One doesn’t really like Meat Market humans… they’re farmed.
It’s like giving a lion cat kibble….
At least, that’s what I could bet money on.
But I hugged Gulteer because he stayed long enough for us to see him here… He could have came, saw there was no danger and left… but that he stayed And brought a demigod with him was a message of our own…. That we have our own tricks too…
That we’re Not alone… Most other covens are like their own sovereign kingdoms… No fire coven would go out their way for another fire coven… Maybe they might house refugees or something… but they wouldn’t come to protect, nor fight for someone Else’s coven.
“Then you know I’m here to finish up.” Said Jerold. “You worry for less Gulteer. I knew Heidi’s kid wouldn’t be here, doing That level of malicious, hateful bullshit.”
“You don’t think I’ve not watched?” He tapped his cane, and a crystal ball floated in front of him. “You’ve been Drawing this whole time!”
“I HAVE NOT!” He turned around his perfect penmanship… Magic flipped over to the Very artsy doodle of Noah in his cop uniform. I wonder does he paint or something? “I GOT BORED!”
“LIES!” Laughed Gulteer.
“SLANDER!!” he complained. “Is that man casserole?”
“I made it myself.” Beamed Norman.
“…. Ok I want some.” Jerold admitted.
\----Jerold-----
“This is good.” I mumbled, sitting in the bleachers with Norman and Gulteer. The Realm King was somewhere around here too with his former steed Asanguis.
“Thank you.” Said Norman… the ‘Normal’, whatever he is.
*He’s not Fucking Normal,* but so long as he keeps his claws to himself, we’re good.
I was served tea by a demon, who literally cowered at the scent of me. He made sure to sop up the tea he spilled with a rag, and I held a chuckle.
Their ritual room is tidy.
I know they’ve sacrificed in here, I could feel it, but that they scrubbed those carved stone floors is a testament to their cleanliness. This isn’t some dank dungeon, or hidden lair… this is a place where they give the Horned One his respects.
I was actually a little excited to see that too… admittedly I’d never seen him, well… not that I remember? Maybe at some point I have? I’ve seen his sons, even his youngest, and the children from him too.
Bryson I don’t worry about. The Horned One’s youngest didn’t participate in the war, and was raised like a werewolf. He has a moral compass, one similar to mine. ‘Leave me the Fuck alone and there are no problems. Don’t mess with those I care about, and don’t try to stab me in the damn back’ Those are the three things I generally live by.
Tiffany freaks out about me eating witches, however I haven’t had witch since maybe the war? I don’t really like the mint chocolate flavor their meat carries. That isn’t a flavor meat’s supposed to be!
“Do All witches taste like that?” Asked Norman curiously.
I blinked twice… nobody can hear a King… unless…
“…Aye, the master made me with his blood. No more chances. No more excuses. I hunt the wicked.” He said with a casual, leaned over posture. His grin was as wicked as whatever he does to them. “That one there is being sacrificed for discovering how to make flesh puppets, and I’ve stopped him before he can ruin his world.. and that woman there, if left to her devices was going to bring war to Peacia, a planet that actually has world peace. The only one of its kind.”
“Then how do you see me?” I asked.
His human eyes became sharklike… dead… dull and nonreflective. “Noble, kind, stubborn, and a family man. Good qualities that don’t alarm my interests. They should be so lucky.”
“His only interest is hunting.” Said the Realm King behind me. It isn’t fun for him if you’re not afraid… and I must admit. His clawed hand on your shoulder makes you hesitate.
I didn’t sense him until he touched me. I hate that. As a warrior it made me subconsciously reach for my nonexistent club. I leave that big ass thing at Home. I have to be shifted to use it, so I don’t carry it unless I know I will.
“Good thing I’m not here for him then.” I snorted. Xaxas sat next to me.
“Where’s Noah?” He asked, almost as if he actually cares. “I Do, you little shit.”
“At Home; I don’t bring him to dangerous events like this.” I said honestly.
“Awe boo.” He blew a raspberry with a thumbs down. “I know the lil’ guy wants to see some sacrifice.” He snapped his fingers, and my mate was in my arms…
“Jerold!” Noah shouted, hugging my neck. He was in pajamas, confused, but happy to see me. That feeling is mutual…. I did miss my mate… But I didn’t like that he was around not only man eaters, but Night Court members who have No issue flaying him the moment I don’t look.
“None with a mind would break the master’s hospitality.” Said Norman. I don’t know what he is… his scent is Wrong… like he’s an amalgamation of different things.
“And Tiffany’s a good kid.” Said Xaxas. “You’ve seen It Yourself. The Night Court’s being phased out of So much carnage, at least here.”
“I heard you mean to make this world Sanctuary.”
“Aye… I’m So close Jerold.” He looked me in the eyes. “If there is no Urth, there is no Moon… If there is no Moon…. There is no mercy from father for you little ones.”
The last part made his pupils glow… but I already knew why…. With so much change, comes resistance.
Necromancers, poltergeist, zombification perfection cults have been dealt with to no end since his waking… there are many who don’t Want peace. Why have peace, when during wartime, you have an excuse to harm civilians?
“It’s not even that…” he sighed. “I rule this planet, and I judge Every lowlife that’s ever died.. on Every world now. Even as I speak with you, I feel overworked, with no solution. When something happens Here, I have to Stop Everything for Here. This planet IS Lia… and that moon IS my mother’s actual body. Elkteer was like a worm under Lia’s skin…Yet there are still anomalies.”
This side of the world wasn’t As destroyed as the rest… long enough for the critters to scurry and slither… and hide their wrong as Elkteer…but Who… or What?
He didn’t respond.
He either doesn’t know, or won’t tell me yet.
“Then know I am at your side.” I said firmly. “My job is to protect my world And my people… I can’t exactly run somewhere else if here goes to shit.” I said as a joke, and his mood improved a bit.
Something happens that I’m not privy too… and I can tell he isn’t sure Where it’s coming from… but it’s BIG…
Gulteer doe not Leave that island unless he’s summoned. His job is to protect the Altar of Judgment…. Not This… My arrival alone isn’t enough to warrant a force This strong.
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