XIII.
Marisol
"HEEEEEELP!" Okella screamed as she slammed open the doors of the dark council chamber, and barged right in.
Kogar was there at the head of their rounded table, with Rykaedi and Jirtu casually sat close-by. It was her first time seeing Jirtu without his hood up, her first time seeing his gaunt pale face, with black eyes dug into his sockets like he was an insect.
They noticed she was crying. But then, she was always crying.
Kogar loudly and impatiently tapped the table with his gauntlet.
"He's – Cedric Castelbre tried to kill me! With Faunia Vleren – they tried to–!"
"ENOUGH!" Kogar slammed both of his gauntlets down and stood. "They're dead. That's what's important. That whole debacle has been put aside."
Okella's eyes only poured more tears as she hesitantly shook her head.
Kogar's teeth became so tightly clamped together, Rykaedi thought they might break. She laughed, "Okella, darling, relax! You've survived, and that is all that matters! Throkos was with you, yes? He'll cover the rest. And then may we reap the benefits of his Etherian."
Okella held her chest as her breathing began to calm. Her thousand-beat heartbeat began to slow.
But then it sped up. She began to hyperventilate as she stared into Kogar's eyes, and watched him silently lose his temper, watched him imagine her head being finely sliced off with his scythe, and watched him imagine what torment he'd exact upon her soul.
"Dear Okella, come. Sit beside us." Rykaedi pleaded, and stood to pull out her own chair.
Kogar began to round the table toward the door. Okella was quick to flee his path.
"Kogar, love, something on your mind?" asked Rykaedi
"Three now have fallen to a man – three. And now they think to hunt us? I'm going to tear out his entrails – I'm going to rip his heart of his chest and beat him to death with it."
She laughed.
"I'm going to incinerate his old god – that the new gods may breathe."
"You're beginning to sound more mortal than god, dear."
"I am PURE." he howled. His mouth twitched, but he fled the room before he could speak anymore.
Rykaedi smiled like a jubilant child. Jirtu rolled his eyes.
"Okella! Don't just stand there, take a seat!" she beckoned again, "There's something we could use you for..."
As Okella shakily made her way to the side of the table, she could already see the intricate drawing they were sat around – a device scribed, designed, and signed off in pen by one very familiar Liara-Skalla of Harth.
A new Dyosius...?
Fourteenth of Dectis [5], 207th Year of The Calamonian Age
"You remember Marisol."
"Yeah. I do." Faunia Vleren bounced her eyebrows and then turned to messy-haired Cedric, who sat atop a long wood-framed bed. "Do you?"
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