[X]Ask about her world.
Bright Star stayed in Nos Fenns and would return later- he had people to help. He quickly endeared himself to Shoat of the Mire, forming a bond with her in the sort of quick, compassionate way that was typical for the Zenith. So, at least, your Circle now had a child mascot. A death solar child mascot. Lytek- or the Lyteks, as you so named the triple Gods of Exaltation- would be pleased.
Meanwhile, you had demons to learn about.
The Finch travels back to the Lap, and during it you sit in the observation dome on the underside, with Sky, Shell, and Ray as Ruvelia tells the story in images of cerulean flame.
"The War in Heaven began on my world like it did yours. Gaia, Autochthon, and the Incarnae found mutual ground and a common goal, and created the Exalted to bring war to the Primordial Host. For centuries, war raged across the Spiral. At first, the Primordials believed this to be distraction. Theion embraced this war, for it could allow him to crush a rebellion and welcome subjects back under his rule.
"As the war raged-"
The flame forms into images. Great battles over mountains. Behemoths fighting against warstriders. Redirecting rivers to drown foes and hurling cities into the skies.
"The Primordials concluded that the Exalted, for all their power, were but mortals. Without their patrons, they would be another rebellion to crush."
The images form into five figures. Blazing with dragonblooded anima.
"Five akuma were chosen. With skill and stealth they sneaked into the Great Maker's workshop and destroyed five beloved projects, driving Autochthon into rage."
The image changes again. A vast plane, and the five figures running. Pursuing them an immense sphere of brass and shadow. "The Great Maker pursued them, intent on revenge. The forces of the Primordials were waiting."
You watch- an immense singularity in the shape of a boar charges the Great Maker. Demonic ships lay into him with essence cannons, forces you can barely recognize bringing stars down upon him. Shell gasps- you see Sky pat her hand, and smile.
"However, we underestimated his rage. We overestimated his power. What was intended to be restraint and capture became an execution."
The brass sphere falls, trailing shadow. Trailing liquid black. Black which consumes it, corrupts it.
"The Great Maker fell. And he was reborn."
The brass sphere inverts. Consumes itself, the metal subsumed by black, by what appears to be pure soulsteel. As it does so, the black tendrils whip out, consuming the demonic forces. Consuming the world around it. Wrapping around the Black Boar that Twists the Skies, overpowering it as the sphere becomes an immense maw.
"Thus was born the Engine of Extinction."
You raise a hand. "Was Hunhow from your world?"
Ruvelia nods. "I don't believe he was one of the Divine Ministers. Most likely he was one of those of the Primordials the Engine consumed. He does not kill- he does not allow you to die. Instead, he remakes. Stagnates. Consumes."
Shell looks more than a little pale. "So the Primordial War became a three-front war?" Sky asks.
Ruvelia nods, and the blue flame becomes more battlefronts. A great tentacled beast fed by the sea, holding off a blackened boar while the Exalted armies build rivers to empower her. "For a time. But both realized that the victory of the Engine of Extinction was not one of even death, for death was far too good for him."
You watch the Engine consume a great beast upon a mountain. Its hunger devour an endless desert. You watch Exalted, under the direction of colorless flame, hold back the tide of the Void.
"Eventually, we defeated the Engine. He was chained at the mouth of the Void, his hunger the only thing keeping him from descending into Oblivion. His madness was tricked into taking oaths of surrender, and there he was sealed."
"And I am presuming I am dead, then?" Ligier appears, arms folded, face more curious than horrified.
"You fell in the final battle, burning the Core with emerald flame." She makes a new image. The colorless flame becomes a pillar of crystal, hovering above the jade dome at the center of Yu Shan. "So Theion became Tiferet, the City of Crystal Spires. Both the Exalted and remaining Primordials realized we could not war- not when there was a greater enemy.
"So peace was agreed. We agreed to oaths of Surrender, that the protection it would give us would protect us from the Engine and his Abyssal servants. The Incarnae were given stewardship of Yu Shan, and the Exalted stewardship of the Spiral."
She claps her hands and the flame vanishes. "So that's why you're not a Creature of Darkness," you say, pacing the room, stroking your chin, "Because you weren't imprisoned, you surrendered as an armistice."
Ruvelia nods. "Very observant. Yes, it was a mutual agreement. Many of us will still walk the streets of Yu Shan. Some of us will be creatures of darkness, either by dint of deeds or nature, such as the Ebon Dragon. Though, all creatures of the Engine of Extinction are enemies of Creation, for they can be nothing else."
You nod. "And that's why you want to stop Autochthon from dying."
"Seems like common sense," Ray says, "That's some serious shit."
"Yes. No world should have to endure the Onceborn's rampage. The Great Maker was an enemy, but it was an enemy of our making. We did hate him-"
"But because you didn't understand him, and we barely understand ourselves," you add. Ruvelia nods with a warm smile.
"Indeed. And hate leads to despair. Despair, to suffering."
Well, that's nice and sobering. At least you have an idea of what happens if Autochthon dies.
On the other hand, Ruvelia here is not a creature of darkness. She is, however, a demon. So there's the question of whether or not you could take her into Yu Shan and watch the shitstorm.
Or take her into Malfeas and see what happens.
What do?
[ ]Make preparations to head into Autochthonia. Ligier's price is paid, time to fix up the Great Maker.
[ ]See if you can take Ruvelia into Yu Shan to see what would happen.
[ ]Take Ruvelia to Malfeas. Bring popcorn.
[ ]Write in.