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"Are you liking my gift?" Zariel asked.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Altair knew he spoke of the \'Soul of the Indomitable\' and said, honor predicated in his voice, "Very much so, uncle. It has kept me sane."

"It does more than that," Zariel intoned, rising from his chair, his words echoing not through the hologram but through space and time across the vast expanse. "As you drown in the ocean of knowledge of the Realm of Spirit, you will find that it strips you of direction, of purpose.

But if you wish to claim that power, truly claim it as I had done, once, to make it your own for a mere moment that allows one to see past infinity, then embrace the Soul of the Indomitable\' within its depths."

He vanished in a blink, leaving Altair no way to offer thanks. Not that he could, as Altair stood transfixed, like an oak rooted to the earth, bounded by the tendril roots that reached the skies, stirred by a prescience he had no control over.

Zero didn\'t speak; He watched the moment of enlightenment embedded in Altair that Zariel had offered him, a thin smile rising beneath his mask.

For a day, perhaps two or more, he stood frozen in time, his Pale Knights instinctively approaching to guard. The call had been primal, from the very marrow, summoning them to his side. They stood there poised before him; after what seemed like years, Altair returned to himself, returned past the moment that constituted future, past, and present.

A force so great it seemed as if the very confines of deep space held itself in his mind.

Something bright was in his eyes, and as he blinked, his heart experienced a sensation of words that failed to be related in the now.

"Zariel rarely rewards others with his insight," Zero said. He sounded surprised. "Not even his two sons were honored in such a way. I wonder what he saw in you."

"What he saw?" Altair said.

"Yes…" Zero said, his voice slightly trailing off. He seemed hesitant before it faded, killed by some formless blade. "Tell me what you wanted to talk about?"

Altair nodded, remembering and recounting the conversation between Azura. Zero listened, finding himself once more smiling.

"Ah," He began, "Mephisto… Mephisto… Mephisto…\' he repeated, his voice like dry leaves. "You\'ve given me a gift—a most interesting one." He looked up, nodding. "As for Gremory… There isn\'t a need to worry about her so long as you do not keep her waiting."

"She\'s impatient?"

"The perception of a god is as long as time and thin as hair," Zero said. "Lilms are carefully molded creatures. Kept pure for a Fallen. Each one is a spy for her to watch the aristocracy of the Hells. Keep her at arm\'s length, but do not forget your place. Devils are not your allies.

They\'ve no loyalty, even to their Masters. They might be bound by blood, made to serve like a dog. But do not assume you\'ll ever have their trust. I\'ll be sending you various lessons in Lore about the atrocities that happen to people like you. Geniuses that might have made a name for themselves if they had the foresight to understand a devil\'s true nature."

"Then how does one bind a devil?"

"Fucking Snows," Zero said, shaking his head. "Turn her into a shadow will work. From what I\'ve seen, they are bound to you. At least until that tether between the two of you is severed. Anyway… Gremory is dangerous. Remember, arm\'s length.

And for the love of God. If she invites you, and she will invite you: do Not sleep with her."

Altair felt offended. But before he could say his peace, Zero continued, "You are of Arsene balls. Your ability to fuck your way out of the situation might be hereditary." he said, discontinuing the line.

Altair laughed incredulously, falling back to his chair. His scarlet eyes carried a leaden fire that transfixed Syris, who stepped into his office to check on him.

"Can you believe Zero said I was like my father? And that I fuck my way out of issues."

Syris found herself blushing, turning her head as she said, "Well… you do have a woman attending you every other day."

"Sword Maids," Altair said to clear up any misunderstanding.

"A made-up position," Syris retorted. "Eye candy. I can say the same for many of your shadows. Most are women. Need I go on?"

"Please."

\'How many of your enemies were women?"

Altair made a face. "That wasn\'t my fault."

"All of them. Ten percent are men. You can really call them cannon fodder," Syris insisted, folding her arms. Now fuming, a tinge bit jealous. The more she heard herself articulate Altair\'s issues.\'

"Even your mother and her daughter, Lunafreya, are fucking hot. Talk about Milf\'s."

"The hell did you even hear such a thing?"

"Then there is your father, the so-called Sexy King of Hell. You said she was one of the most—"

"Ok… Ok… I get it," Altair said, folding his arm. "Why are you here."

Syris rolled her eyes, drawing near to look him in the eye, into the fang-shaped pupils he held. "You haven\'t had blood in a while, so I was concerned. Not to mention, it\'s been a week. I\'ve taken over since your little… enlightenment."

Altair stormed to his feet, feeling compelled to confirm, " A week! Are you serious?!"

"Quite."

"Damn it… all that paperwork! Ah, and the damn gods. How are they?"

Syris shrugged, "I dealt with them. I told them to wait. And that we\'ll call them when we need them."

Altair\'s lips curled. "Are you serious?"

"Of course, why would I lie? They\'re kind of annoying, especially Dionysus. But I must admit he\'s got some good wine and is the funniest…. Hmmm. You know what? He might be my favorite one.

He pops in, steals me away to drink, and rivets me with tales of conquest."

Altair couldn\'t help but tilt his head. "Umm, Is he trying to sleep with you?"

"Nope. At least, I don\'t think so. He genuinely just seems bored as hell. I must say that this pantheon doesn\'t have many redeeming characteristics. They are kind of… terrible people."

"Well… after the story with Medusa, I figured that. By the way, how\'s Athena?"

Syris went deadly still. "Gone. Vanished right after you experienced enlightenment. I tried contacting her, but nothing. I suspect she\'s trying to figure out the plan with the Titans. At the least, that\'s what Thaan said."

Altair sat back down. Syris followed after him, planting herself on his lap. " Also… There seems to be something going on with Zagreus. I think he\'s balding. Megaera has got him silent. You should see her.

Her resting bitch face is immaculate. I love her."

\'One week, huh?\' Altair thought, shaking the unsettling sensation he held within his gut. He hadn\'t the time to worry about Zag and asked, " How\'s been the transition between Gaia and Earth?"

"Over with, about a fifteen percent mortality rate. Twenty percent of the population is in comas. The rest are hanging on by a thread." Syris explained, and Altair indifferently nodded. "We\'re about ready to begin brewing the Soul Blossom into the water supply. It ought to transform Earth into the next step of evolution."

"Good. Now, all that is left is to unify this land," Altair said, though he was speaking to himself. He suddenly became aware of how hungry he was as that familiar burn returned to his throat.

Syris recognized the look offering her wrist. "Gentle, okay." She winced when she felt his fangs ruthlessly tear into her wrist. Her cheeks flared as she snorted. "Just you wait. Big dummy." still, she did not jerk her wrist away, continuing to explain the state of his kingdom. Her milky skin turned paler with each breath.

It wasn\'t until the rim of her vision began to falter that he stopped, instinctually aware of how far he\'d gone. Discover hidden stories at empire

His hunger was growing, reaching a point that Syris could no longer hold him on her own. At least not until her mana reached past the limit she\'d confided herself with.

"Also," Syris said, voice soft as moonlight. " The Archon of the Seven Towers, Alastair Dawn, is interested in a conversation. I asked around, but it seems no one knows much about him aside from the fact that he\'s a High Imperial."

"High Imperial?" Altair repeated. "Any relation to High Humans?"

"Not sure. But it\'s said that the Fourteen Archons of Genesis are all High Imperials. I\'m concerned. Genesis is a force unlike any of the Prime Worlds. If the Archons are getting involved, then… I don\'t know. We might not stand a chance.

People like them have unlimited power. They are in possession of weapons that would wipe us out. All they\'d have to do was hand the means to a mortal to—"

"We are not without aid," Altair said calmly. "We have my family, your family, the crucible and—"

Syris cut him off, "Thanatos said. All the Archons of Genesis are on the Omnis Rankings, and their families have claimed ten percent of the rankings."