Chapter 31

**Noch**


This time around, there wasn’t anything I needed to prepare for the Demon Spawn unlike when she came in with that damned spell on her. And luckily for her, if what was happening was what I thought it was, I had the perfect solution for it. Something that had been proven to work since I had needed to perform it on myself in the past.

One’s own body was always the best test subject after all. So all that was left to do until the angelic returned with his ward was just relax and wait.

Which was better said than done when it came to Thyrion. The poor guy was practically plowing a hole through my stone floors underneath the carpet. Although, the carpet was more likely to sustain damage before my actual floor did.

Before I could think of a creative way to stop Thyrion in his tracks, a bright light suddenly popped into the office and quickly took the shape of Hezerial and a sleeping Merianna in his arms.

“You’re back!” Thyrion quickly zipped over to Hezerial and took Merianna from his arms, checking her over and making sure that she really wasn’t hurt.

“Sometimes I wonder how Merianna managed to put up with you for as long as she did.” I muttered.

“Well that’s for me to know and none of your damn business.” Thyrion retorted as he hugged her close.

I was secretly hoping that Merianna would automatically send a fist flying into his face the moment she woke up. That was always her first reaction when being surprised after all. As well as her second reaction to being smothered to suffocating levels.

Turning to Hezerial I noted the worry on his face. “So, care to share what happened when you went to pick her up?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily. “I assume that her memories are starting to distort her current reality.”

Thyrion frowned, it wasn’t an unheard of phenomenon between witches that didn’t have the Crystaline memory spell casted on them, but it was still something that didn’t happen too often. In Merianna’s case, it was possible that the spell that undid the Orbus’ spell on her soul might also have undone her crystalline memory. “How badly?”

Hezerial shrugged. “Badly enough to the point that if a certain memory takes hold, she won’t recognize anything or anyone outside of that memory’s timeframe. Even the lack of a structure in an area where her memory believes there to be one, does not phase or register to her. If her previous home was in a certain area that now barely has any trace of anything having been there previously, her eyes would still see it standing there.”

“So what is the significance of the place that she went to this time?” I asked next.

“To her, it seems like it was her home where she had a husband called Lenro and was living happily. Her name at that time was apparently Deena.” Hezerial explained. “I am not completely sure of when the memory took place in this realm’s timeframe, but I assume that it was most likely before the Cataclysm.”

“Hmm, I thought that something like this would probably be happening. Luckily there is a solution!” I declared.

Thyrion lifted a doubtful eyebrow. “What solution exactly?”

“All I need to do is construct a memory vault for the Demon Spawn. That way all her memories for each lifetime will have its own space and will stay out of the way of the current flow of events. Plus she will then be able to consciously access any of said memories whenever she feels like it.” I said proudly.

“And this is something you created yourself?” Hezerial asked with his own raised eyebrow.

“It is.” I shrugged.

“And only ever used on yourself?” Thyrion asked next.

“So far, yes.” I cocked my head at the two of them. The both of them were looking at me with equal expressions of distrust.

“What?!” I yelled. “When have I ever done anything that would warrant for the both of you to give me those looks?”

Thyrion and Hezerial shared a glance with each other which actually made me remember a few things that I might have been directly or indirectly responsible for in the past…
“You know what? Don’t answer that question. Put the Demon Spawn on the couch.” I said while pointing to the one closest to them.

Thyrion was still a little reluctant but Hezerial just shrugged. They both knew that they didn’t have much of a choice or any other options available to them in the first place. With a sigh Thyrion laid Merianna down on the couch and stood behind it with his arms crossed.

“Relax, would you? It’s not like I'm going to be cutting into her or something like that. It’s a very simple memory manipulation.” I explained while cracking my fingers. “Well, it’s simple but might take a while depending on the amount of memories she has.” I shrugged.

Thyrion glared at me. “Just don’t mess up.”

I pouted. “It stings that you have so little trust in me.”

Ignoring his smirk I knelt down next to the couch and put my fingers on her temple. Slowly I started guiding my energy, and projecting a small piece of my consciousness into her consciousness. Once I was able to peek into the space that was home to her memories, it was no wonder that she was having issues.

Utter chaos was one word to describe the ocean of memories that seemed to constantly flit in and out of focus. As she slept, some memories would come closer to the surface while others drifted further, but then they would also drift away again just as quickly. I had only ever done what I was about to do on myself once, I had previously never come across anyone else that had this same problem. Now I had the chance to actually use the Demon Spawn as a test subject. I had to admit that the prospect was brag worthy.