[X] Point out that Autochton is bound to your entourage and, as such, doesn't represent (as much) danger to Creation
-[X] And you need his help because Neverborn summoned a Third Circle of Engine of Extinction from the Well of Udr, and you need to get rid of it.
-[X] If it doesn't work... Ruvelia, I choose you!
You intend to say "Autochthon is bound to my entourage and as such doesn't represent a danger to Creation." But, because Luna is holding you by face and squeezing your lips together, it comes out,
"Ahawkakon if bund oo my enoowag."
Luna's eyes only narrow more. Either because she doesn't understand you or because she is highly skeptical. However, you have survived this long with a very limited skill set, albeit one honed to a fine point- solving problems with demons.
"Wuwelwia, wiwwil hap!"
The sapphire flame ignites, and Luna turns from you to the white haired woman. "Luna," Ruvelia says, "I challenge you to a Game of Shapes. Should I win, you will cease hostilities and listen. Should you win, you will continue as you were."
Visible confusion plays over Luna's face. But she nods. "I accept."
She snaps her fingers.
You are no longer on a street, surrounded by hundreds of celestial lions and being held by the face by the Argent Maiden. Instead, you are in a supremely comfortable chair, between Sky and Ray, with Shell next to Ray and massive bowls of popcorn in front of all of you. Behind you, Autochthon sits on a couch, eating popcorn through a clockwork maw built into his hand.
On the stage, Luna and Ruvelia stand beneath spotlights. Artifact stands with moonsilver devices to amplify their voices hum to life. Luna begins.
"I am the mote. The spark that drives."
Ruvelia counters.
"I am the complexity. Combining mote, creating."
As they speak, they become. Luna becomes a single point of light. Ruvelia a dance of light against black.
"I am the Urge, made of complexity."
"I am Thought, which the Urge becomes as it interacts with those of others."
"I am the Life, emerging from Thought, which thinks and therefor is."
"I am Society, as Life meets Life, and the interactions realize."
You've seen Raksha fight like this, although this is more masterful. Less chaotic. A shape leads to another shape, leads to another. All the way through the schema and scaffold of society and empire and kingdom.
"I am the Hunt, Red in Tooth and Claw," Luna declares, holding up a bloodied talon, "Who comes as life struggles and covets."
"I am the Crown," Ruvelia says, becoming pure light and flame, "The Cerulean Star, who shines down upon the Kingdom to give all to those who see."
Luna becomes...black. A void.
"I am death, the end of it all. As rebellion foists rebellion, and the final life form bloodies themselves against a mirror."
"I am hope."
And Luna bows, her Argent Maiden form resumed. "I acknowledge your victory," Luna says, "Although I must ask- How do you live? I was present at your execution."
Ruvelia curtsies. "The Sorcerer summoned me through the Well of Udr, from a world where it was Ligier who died instead of me. Which is why I am here, too, along with the Great Maker."
Luna nods. "That I can respect. It does not violate natural law and is clever. Why?"
"Ligier's price to repair the Great Maker," Ruvelia says with a smile, "In my world, Autochthon died, and I have no wish to see him dead in any other. Hence, why he is here."
Autochthon raises a hand. You shoot him a glance, and then stand up. "He is here," you say, "And bound. He has agreed to a version of the Oaths of Surrender, and as he's inhabiting one of his own souls, he is bound into my entourage."
Luna snaps her fingers. "That's bullshit. And I can appreciate that bullshit." She folds two of her arms, narrowing her eyes. "And I think I need to kick the Sun's ass, because he knew this was coming up. He actually left the Dome today and was heading over to the Daystar."
You raise a hand. "This is actually connected with why we're in Heaven. Maybe." You tap your fingers together. Luna makes a motion to continue. "One of the subsouls of the Engine of Extinction came into Creation through the Well. We're trying to find out who his counterpart is so we can track him with sorcery."
"Legit." Luna strokes her beard like an old master, pacing the stage and the stage becoming a tea room. "Options?"
"We were thinking of using the Loom," Ray says, shrugging, and gestures to Autochthon, "He built it, after all."
Luna raises a finger. "However, there is a complication you must keep in mind."
She points behind you. You turn, watching Autochthon consume one of the seats with a hand held brass grinding device.
"True."
So, what do we tell Autochthon to not do while we are here?
As a bound demon, he must obey your orders. However, you must word it correctly to keep him from finding loopholes.
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