Chapter 1: Diffraction
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Light.
She is light.
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Smothered, strangling, p
leas
e help --
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the ray of light came through the prism, and came out as a rainbow. She couldn't help but smile --
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the rain was strong: she felt as if sheets of leather whipped at her bare arms and drenched her clothing --
Memories.
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she rotated the cylinder, and the rainbow diffracted, all colors but one being stopped. Lily grinned at the contraption --
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she hurried on upward, trying to get inside as quickly as possible. She didn't think that --
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the ship changed course, bound eastwards, avoiding jagged rocks in response to the purple code. Lily proceeded to twist the revolving mechanism and --
Loss.
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she slipped, she fell. Lily lost her breath, covered in water, plummeting downward. Her organs sagged to the top of her body in a disgusting, lurching way --
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the captain smiled at her from the port, then waved. They were familiar; he'd come here every two or three months to sell wares, then leave. He was kind of nice --
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Lily hit the water like a plank, her entire back radiating pain. A tidal wave swept over her, driving her underwater and crashing her against the rocks --
Exit?
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Something clicked, and Lily suddenly found herself in the present.
There was no space where she was. Not in the strict sense of the word. And though there was time, the time felt... detached, from what normal time should be. She didn't understand it.
She hung there, emptily, for several seconds.
"You're not as stupid as I imagined," some not-voice transmitted, in a space without air. It felt different from the one before. Not malevolent, just... hollow?
Lily realized, she had memories now; could think in abstracts. She was aware, but without a body, and the feeling of it was... not as uncomfortable as she'd thought. She was almost sure something was done to her in the interim, to prevent her from panicking. She wasn't even sure if she could feel fear, beyond some mild anxiety and curiosity mixed together.
She tried to speak back, somehow, but it came out as a garbled mess. Not an intelligent message like the two voices she met, but just a swirl of emotions and vague abstract ideas: "curiositydeathlossdeathdied-mydeath-curiosityrequest--"
"Silence," the not-voice said, hollow again. It felt empty.
The voice's source then radiated something. It felt strange, like wind blowing in your direction when you're hidden behind a window. You can see the wind, since the flags outside are moving, but it doesn't even ruffle your hair. Lily not-blinked in confusion.
The not-voice fell absent, then emitted anger. Hollow anger. Hollow hate. No not-words, though.
Finally, as if reaching the conclusion to some deliberation, it transmitted, "I... see." It came out like a growl. "Do you know who I am?"
Lily transmitted understanding, but the message was still garbled, messy, like a line of junk rather than proper code.
"No point hiding my identity, then. I am your
Adversary, child. I thought mortals were... eager, to obtain power, but apparently not you. Perhaps this attitude will serve you well in your next life. We shall see."
The prospect of being called a child at her age annoyed her a little. Lily responded by transmitting the concept of puffing up her cheeks in defiance.
She felt a tugging at the edge of her consciousness, like a cord pulling her somewhere.
She knew, somehow, what it meant - her soul had found an appropriate body for her. She could wait for a moment longer, but she would have to go soon or risk finding another host as the current one developed a fresh soul of their own.
There was a moment of dreadful silence before Adversary transmitted again. "Your soul appears to be done configuring, to this world's laws. That begins our game, once you are reborn. He who brought you here set the rules for said bout, but I came here of my own volition if you are curious. And, do not mistake my courteous behavior for honor - I will destroy you without hesitation - but for now? I just want to make it interesting."
He radiated smugness, self-satisfaction, but it was drowned out by the hollowness.
"Why so excited?"
"Because, if you resist and beg, especially when you are strong, then crushing you will be all the more satisfying. I thought you would be a weak-willed hen, weathered by her age, but no: you appear to have been evenly hardened by your experiences. I couldn't ask for a more amusing foe, but it changes nothing. You are strong, child, but I am beyond strength - I have performed this destructive process untold amounts of times, and I will repeat it thousands more."
"Thousands?"
"Of course. Before this world, there was nothing, and before there was nothing, there was
me," he said.
Lights flickered, a phantom cosmos appearing around them - like stars in the sky. Adversary transmitted a bestial grin, and said, "These are not stars, child, but worlds. Worlds of potential, of possibilities. My goal is one and true: Strike them down. Until every bit of information, every vibration, and radiation is vanished and wiped out." The image of the stars began to blot out, one extinguished after the other, until only the one in front of her remained.
There was a sickly, perverted expression of joy in his existence, almost supplanting the hollowness.
Satisfaction, delight.
"The suffering I cause is just a cherry on top. I will command a vast and terrible army wherever I go, and I will sail until every light in every cosmos has been extinguished. I may never end my quest, as the worlds are infinite, but the fact I can do it forever only makes it better, I believe. In the end, there will be a perfect cosmos, with no light, and only silence."
The cord tugged at her again, firmer this time, almost going taut.
"I believe it's time for the game to begin. I'd love to cut you some kind of deal, such as allowing you to age and live out a calm existence in exchange for not attempting to destroy me, but I assume you'd just refuse that offer?"
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You bet," she stated, fully confident. Something else thrummed in her, and it felt fitting.
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So be it."
She mentally reached out and grabbed the cord and let it reel her in, as Adversary 'watched' it happen from the not-space.
In the last moment, she saw as a cord wrapped around him, too, and pulled him somewhere in the opposite direction.
For some reason, she knew that he formed that cord himself, and she wasn't entirely sure if he was incarnating like herself or pulling himself somewhere else without obtaining a body. He had a target in his action, a goal, even if a minor one: not too indifferent from making the first move on the chessboard, with one's pawn.
What it indicated was simple: this was a game.
A game with two players, billions of pieces to choose from, and a board larger than any mortal conception.
She gulped, as a tunnel of light formed in her vision.
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Light peeked into the room through a curtained window. White light; beautiful light, to the point where Lily couldn't help but stare even through her newborn eyes.
A mass of shadow formed, in the crack between the bottom of the door of a closet on the far end of the room, and the floor. It watched from that little slit in the darkness.
"It's a girl," the healer assessed. The nursery maid stepped closer and wrapped her in a cerulean cloth.
A young boy ran into the room with fearsome velocity - no older than ten. He hopped up on his feet, behind the nursery maid and the healer. "Is that my sister? Can I see, can I see?!"
"Behave yourself, Timory!" the maid cried, wincing as he pulled on her dress. She relented and brought the child down low, for him to see.
The mass hesitated. Attack now, or later? It decided to wait, until the target was more vulnerable.
Timory's mouth formed into a slack-jawed circle, his eyes becoming glazed and taking in the baby's form. "She looks so... weak."
The maid rolled her eyes, emitting a strained sigh. "Oh, Timory... she's just a baby, of course she looks weak. We have to take care of her!"
A throat cleared itself, and Lady Deavina, breathing from her bed as if she'd just ran a marathon, her skin red, and sweating profusely, asked, "Can I see my daughter, please?"
The maid brought the baby close, and Lady Deavina took her in her arms, cradling her. After some resistance, a heartfelt smile appeared on Daevina's face. "Hello, sweetie," she said, sing-song, and Lily couldn't help but grin at the sound, even though she felt so sleepy and wanted to rest her eyes.
The mass chose this moment. It extended, a two-dimensional hand of shadow slithering across the floor and--
"Have you decided on a name?" Lord Lightbrook, the father, entered into the room.
It sproinged back into the crack underneath the closet door, cursing.
Lily couldn't see him well from this angle, and even beyond that, she didn't have enough cognitive awareness to take into the fact of who he was, but even as a baby, she felt a... regal presence, coming off from him. Even Timory seemed to calm down at his appearance.
"Lazara," Daevina replied. "Just like the starlight foretold."
"You trust one of Sylvester's prophecies?"
"You do not?" she asked back, with a bite to it. "You're the one who hired him."
The hand extended, moving in for the kill. Extinguish!
Lord Lightbrook frowned, but his expression lacked anger or, somehow, even disappointment. "Only because he is observant and well-taught. That does not excuse his insanities."
"Please, don't say that," a soft voice came from the doorway. A chubby man stood there, wearing brown robes with rope as a belt. A monk? "Astrological divinations are a fully legitimate field of magical studies."
Only feet away from the bed, the hand stopped, then came back to hide in the closet. The mass waited for five seconds, then receded into nothingness, leaving.
Lightbrook shook his head with closed eyes and sighed. "That's not how divination works."
The priest - Sylvester? - smiled brilliantly. "I
have offered to show you my method. Skepticism is no cause for ignorance, Lord Lightbrook."
Lightbrook frowned again. "You overstep your bounds, Spiritsorrow."
"I apologize, I got carried away, there," Sylvester replied with an earnest smile.
Lightbrook looked at his wife with a clouded expression. Worry flashed in his eyes, before he banished it with a blink. "Do you have the time to teach her the methods of nobility? I'd rather not rely on maids or tutors for the most important aspects of her life, not in
these times. Sylvester will teach her science, but I'd like her to learn how to carry herself from her mother. From you, directly, dear."
Daevina smiled. "Of course! I'd never think to do anything else."
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Voting Options [Education between ages of 1 to 10]: [choose up to 6: locked-in options don't count; leaving unused slots will simply allow you to focus on the rest of the studies]
[X] (Locked) Learning how to behave as a noble lady with mother: Daevina Lightbrook.
[X] (Locked) Learning the basics of language, mathematics, culture, history, geography, and other sciences with tutor: Sylvester Spiritsorrow.
[] Learn how to use martial and ranged weapons to fight with: (enter hypothetical tutor)
[] Learn the basics of magic and sorcery with: (enter hypothetical tutor)
[] Learn how to gather information and plot intrigues with: (enter hypothetical tutor)
[] Write-in.
[Vote by Plan]
Guide:
- The general format for hypothetical tutors is: "with (title/job/profession/experience/role): (name)." You can enter any details or additional information about the person
afterward, but don't add too much: no more than 150 words of description.
- You can tutor yourself, but being self-taught will lead to results that are similarly jury-rigged. You can also learn from books, once you learn how to read, which will occur this update, so feel free to add such books as sources of knowledge, but again, nothing beats a tutor, and you belong to a noble family so you can afford a lot of those.
- Learning how to fight with weapons isn't too strange for a female where you are currently at, but learning below the age of ten is uncommon, at least for girls. For women, it's usually more of a hobby than actual preparation for war, except for militant nobility (in the cases where a woman is the head of the family,) but it's usually not practiced rigorously from such an early age.
- If you don't put in a tutor, or have no ideas, I'll either (a) come up with something by myself, or (b) have her be self-taught in that area, or (c) have her read a book about it, if plausible.
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Wow, so, I think it's time for some revelations.
For those who haven't noticed, the Adversary already tried to kill/obliterate you twice this update but was stopped by circumstances outside of both his and your control.
In the first case, back in the upper crust of the Astral Plane, he tried to smother you with his essence but failed due to a barrier around your soul. Lily doesn't know there was a barrier, and neither does she know he tried to literally crush her soul like an eggshell.
The Adversary noticed the barrier when his attempt at spiritual murder failed, and he speculates he simply lacked the strength to overcome your soul's natural defenses: he feels miffed about his failure, especially since your soul was still configuring. As you had a conversation with him, he drew it out on purpose to keep you from leaving so as to find ways to subvert your defenses. He didn't find anything yet, but he thought if he could find your soul again, he would have a way to attack it.
Unfortunately, a soul is harder to harm directly when it has a body and is in the Material Plane, especially when the magic lacks a spatial vector, so he decided to cut out the middleman and go for the kill,
then crush your soul in the Ethereal Plane.
That brings us to the second attempt at obliteration.
If you back-track to that birth scene, there is invisitext where the Adversary manifests with an incredibly weak form and moves in to strangle you. At first, he gets alarmed when Lightbrook enters, but once he reveals he's not too into magic, especially of the esoteric kind, the Adversary moves back in for the kill. Then the monk/priest enters, and Adversary realizes if he tries anything, he'll be exorcised.
His form was too weak and intermittent to draw attention from Sylvester, unfortunately, and Adversary knew that if he were to try to manifest something bigger, a priest who apparently specs out into the divination tree will surely detect him.
Adversary decided to cut his losses in energy, not risk a pointless exorcism which would lose him a good part of it, and moved out to take his plotting elsewhere.
Adversary started low on energy and has diminished a lot of it by acting as he did. He regenerates it on his own, very slowly, but has other methods of speeding up his income, via (a) gaining followers, (b) performing energy investments of various kinds, (c) eating souls raw, (d) draining it from others or other options.
Oh, also, cheats were actually offers/temptations from him. He'd offer you powers, get you to grow with them, acclimate yourself to them,
rely on them, and then when the "big, final confrontation," came knocking, he'd just flip a switch and disable all that progress to render you helpless and defenseless.
Either way, you dodged three bullets - one of them through your own choices - and two by circumstance and QM fiat.
Let's see what happens next, shall we?