"I was once asked by one of my students on why there is not an Aspect of Death sitting on one of the Dove Thrones after all, there is death mana in the world which would suggest such an Aspect greater in stature than Aspects such as Pruina who lacks her own type of mana exist without us Faithful. I stared at him, for all the intellectual knowledge this man possessed he had no knowledge of such a basic fact. I told him that there is no Aspect of Death sitting on one of the Dove Throne because he had discarded his right to it a long time ago when in the Great Chaos he unleashed his rage on our great Divine Court, waging battle against the righteous Aspects, duelling Idicac the Aspect of War in one on one combat. For his crimes he was divided into uncountable pieces and scattered into the wind, his remains carried by Tilly cursed the far north with being the home of the Daemons. How could being like him be worshiped?"
-Extract from "Domain of Aspects" by the first Geni'i of Oriripol.
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My eyes were glued onto the magnificent visage of our Great Master, her splendid aura fading with each moment and replaced by an unworthy presence of a low-life.
Mmmm~ At least my skin basked in its magnificence for a few mome-. Get the hang of yourself! You must not offend Great Master again! Focus!
"ነቹቹ..." The Supreme Master spoke in a melodic manner with pairs of consonants and vowels forming her words creating a strange rhythm, I-I mean the most correct and eternally beautiful rhythm which regrettably had never reached my humble ears. Equally regrettable was the fact that no matter how hard I scoured my mind for any languages familiar to me I never found a speech similar to Wise Master's song like language. Grand Master's language closest resembled that of ancient elves but the resemblance was so minuscule it might had be a simple accident.
As expected of our Master's tongue. To my shameful irritation the Harbinger, who resembled a young elf spoke back to Infinite Sovereign, speaking the divine tongue with surprising fluidity and conversing with the Merciful Master with ease not granted to me.
Why did the holy scriptures not write about the existence of our own Harbinger who came at Master's very side upon her Walking Night and if so wasn't this elf nothing else but Master's favourite creation? Is this some sort of test employed by Master to test our faith by showing such favoritism... or is it that this elf is a symbol of her love to her faithful and the new Covenant? No I shouldn't expect to understand our Timeless Tyrant's plan I simply cannot comprehend her supreme intellect, yet I cannot stop myself from thinking.
Why? Why did Master revealed herself now? Why is she hiding her identity from her creations? Why is the Harbinger an elf, is that a disguise for Master's unseen plot or are my senses failing me? Will she abandon us after seeing the state of her physical realm and my horrific behaviour? I-If yes then wha-
"Are you okay?" The Harbinger asked.
Am I okay? What does that mean!? Is this a trick? She is speaking in Common now but... AHH, what did the warmbloods tinkered into my ancestor's language this time?
"I'm sorry I don't know your name but why are you crying?" She said.
Why is Harbinger speaking like a low-servent to me? Wait, crying? I can do that?
"I'm sorry my Master for my appearance. My name is Umbria dar Blackworm." Come on, I can't fail us all. "Do you need anything to be arranged? Perhaps I can be of any service?"
The Dark Master stepped slightly behind Harbinger, seemingly trying to veil her pale form behind the Harbinger. I can still see her, is this another part of her incomprehensible plan? Must be, why else Master would do that?
*Grumble*
A noise came again from Master's waist. Harbinger turned her face watching Master with a thoughtful expression. Under her gaze, Master's faded white skin turned adorable pink.
I think I am in Great and Dark fields of Obium'nera already!
"You sure you are feeling well?"
"O-of course, w-why would I not? I humbly invite you Harbinger and my Master to my most humble homestead"
"ሃዐ፱ ጋቹርጎጋቹ ኡጎል." The Harbinger consoled with the Dark Eclipse.
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Master's cloak bulged as she placed her hand on her stomach under the cloak. "ጎ ልፏዪቹቹ ፪፱ፕ ዐክረሃ ጎቻ ሠቹ ጋዐክ'ፕ ነፕልሃ ቻዐዪ ፕዐ ረዐክፏ." She declared as if steeling herself for a difficult battle.
"..." Harbinger turned her deep violet eyes with an ever-present slight frown above them onto my body. Is this how new Fledglings feel like in front of me?
"We accept your offer." An overly polite answer came from the elf.
Her judgment rang in my ears with a joyful chime. I think my heart had beaten again! "Then we shall take haste to my residence."
The back door whistled softly across the carpet as I opened it for Majestic Master. In front of me was a long tunnel running through half of the noble district and under the palace walls, directly ending in my cellar. The lonely echoes of our boots hitting the beautifully paved floor, the silence birthed new worries, compiling on my already overworked mind. How would I tell the conclave about this? Most of the old members only pay lip service to the rituals while the pups outright ignore them whenever I look away and worship themselves or worse, daemons. Am I even allowed to announce her magnificent return seeing how Master is hiding her presence from us all or does she know the state our kind is in and doesn't wish to bring joy to their souls. How would Master react to all these demons worshipers to our north and even her-
"Mistress are you well?" Karol's voice sounded from behind. He said it in whisper but the cold walls around us picked up an echo.
"Who closed the damned doors?"
"That would be you, my Lady." Karol answer as he opened the hidden door, sliding one of the to the side.
I try my best to hide my embarrassment in front of Fabulous Master as I push the wall to the side, sliding the fake masonry inside the wall proper. The dim light of magical lanterns shined into my eyes as I stepped inside the comfortably cool room with barrels upon barrels stacked on top of each other waiting to be opened. Unfortunately, the young king had not taken a liking to my regular indulgences to be able to spice all of the barrels but the new war should change that fact.
I led them upstairs avoiding the cattle pens as the thought of the lowly cattle gazing at Master's perfect features made my essence boil.
"Welcome my Mistress." A servant elegantly dipped her body gently holding the hem of her black and red uniform. "What do you wish of me?"
"Bring the best food I have into the dining hall. Go now. Be swift child."
As the taps of the servant heels got quieter the Harbinger's voice reached me. "You don't have to get the best food, anything would be satisfactory." An obvious trap to test my loyalty but I am too smart for such a obvious test Harbinger.
"Anything is not worthy of being eaten by my Master, only the best shall be granted that privilege." To my slight shock, I saw the frown on the elf's forehead dip with immense but unfounded suspicion. Did I do something wrong?
After climbing the grand front stairs I led Master into the grand hall which rivalled the royal palace in scale and wealth displayed with crystal chandelier hanging above the wooden benches being like a fine drop of blood, tasteful and a delight to look at. The hall was as usual, spotless just like the rest of the mansion complex with servants frequently cleaning the entire premises. It did not last long as the black boots of Master soiled the stone tiles. Should I order servants to not clean her footprints?
"Please sit here," I said pulling the chair at the head of the table. "It is a seat reserved just for you." I watched as Master stared at the chair. "Should I bring a more suitable object for your grace?"
Master fidgeted in place glancing between me, the chair, the floor and Harbinger. Ahhh~ Master is truly the most powerful being in existence, worthy of all praise, my heart should had warmed up before seeing this!
"Mmmm?" Most Thoughtful Divine hummed under her small pale nose before grabbing a chair on the side and dragging it...towards me? I couldn't Master but if you-
"ነጎፕ ⶴቹዪቹ." Master said to the tall undead elf patting the cushion on the second chair to her right, a place where a host should have been if visited by a higher ranked person.
*Sniff*
The side door opened with a dramatic rumble as the dishes were brought in. Dar Ronald, dar Argentood. Ouuu! They know me so much they brought dar Furna too. The ladies in waiting were dressed in their light nightgowns which shined in the dim light clearly not being offered enough time to change. Their calm faces begging to be broken for my pleasure but they are now not for me to enjoy. "You are my Master's feast tonight, be cheerful for being granted this great and enviable honour."
"What's happening?" Harbinger asked, seemingly confused about what was happening. Doesn't she know how to eat? If Master feeds on souls or other parts I don't mind losing my favourite girls, even more, it would be an honour to feed Great Master from my own stock.
Master stared with her gorgeous blue and golden eyes at her dinner as the girls silently kneeled in front of her the smell of confusion lingering behind them before disappearing as they exposed their slender necks.
Why had the Infinite Architect's pale face gone red when the women showed their necks to her?
"What's happening?" The tall undead elf reaped herself, more forcefully this time.
"It's food?" Was it obvious to her?
"Kia eats normal food." Harbinger said. K-Kia? What's that, it did not sound like the langue she spoke with Master. Maybe is some kind of a title I need to learn.
"Yes, normal. I don't understand Harbinger? This is normal."
The Harbinger let out a long sigh. "Human food, do you have any of that?" She finally said pulling Master away from normal food.
"Y-yes if my Master wishes for it." Did the elf go mad? Master's porcelain white teeth are clearly meant to consume actual food and not some solid chow. Her pointy porcelain white fangs, although smaller than even my fangs clearly indicated Great Master's prefered sustenance. I would imagine that Master's bite would barely hurt as she punctured the skin of her meal, sucking out the crimson ambrosia stuck inside. Master would have to press her perfect body onto her meal's skin to find the vein and after finishing she would lick the wound to make it heal as tradition says, ahh why I can't have blood to give to my Master to delight her and only her!?
Omnipitous Master looked between her meal and me. See I know what is good for Master, Harbinger! "Yes, some shashlik." Master made her final judgement in Common.
"Please." Harbinger finished the Master sentence in an unworthy way for her to say to me, her lowly servant.
"As you wish!" I still don't know what the Master plan is, better blow on cold anyways I guess. "You are to speak no word of this, you are to stay in your room until I come." The girls silently stood up, their greater confusion painted apparent on their faces. "Go tell the royal cooks to make a meal more worthy than for the king." I tell Karol who obediently leaves. Leaving me, the servant, Harbinger and Master alone in the coldly painted hall.
"If I could suggest my Master, I would recommend a bath for you."
"But what about the food?" Great Master asked with great vigour.
"It will take about a bell or more to finish, so there is no reason to stand here like wooden poles. There is a bath in the residential wing which has hot running water in it." I recommended, although her physical form gracing the land under her feet with each step could be describe as a Pearl of the World, her appearance was tainted by the mud and dust ruling on the outside.
"Ohhh!"