FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL
(1 of Hekatombaion)


[When the time comes, Charon arrives on a boat, hrrhrrhrring a little tune as he rows. No need to worry about space, even with all of the shades coming with. Fluffles, unsurprisingly, doesn't go; he does see everyone off, at least, before he falls asleep.

With a final hnnnngrrrgh, they're off. Charon is the master of the Styx, in his own way, deftly avoiding roots and branches from the Qliphoth as he guides his charges up through the layers of the underworld. From the dark and gloomy green of Tartarus, to the lava-flooded Asphodel and it's giant many-headed bone snake, sadly snarled in demonic roots (without thinking, Zack waves to it), on through the lazy rivers of Elysium, and lastly through the pitch stink of the corridors of a temple separating the underworld from the living world.

Throughout, there is eerie quiet. No shades appear to watch their procession-indeed the few wisps around seem to be fleeing, hiding. No rats try to bite Zack's face off. Aside from Lernie, there's truly nothing but tree, tree, and more tree.

Finally, though, the surface air hits, and it is...not cold, but not warm, either. Though, as everyone disembarks, that's probably not what catches everyone's attention. No-it is the barren fields of ancient Greece, just outside the entrance to the underworld-and there is only one thing alive in the area.

It is late afternoon, and the silhouette of the new moon is the only thing that emits real light now in the grey. Indeed, if there is a sun, it is blocked out by the massive, massive roots in the sky, swirling into the stratosphere. The roots in the underworld were in fact more akin to greedy branches; the roots in the sky of the world of life, however, are far more massive, and it's clear the tree is fully grown. And-if the dead grass and trees and barren lands around the Temple of Styx are any indication-it isn't simply feeding on human blood-it's affecting the life of the earth itself, greedily lapping up what it can as it further embeds itself, further spreads, further grows. Further destroys.

It won't stop. There is obsession and power, and Delta is right-it will never stop unless someone intervenes.

Wordlessly Delta points to a Spire of blood in front of them. Yup-they need to enter it to get to where they need to go. Lovely.]

Through here is the core of the tree where the fruit of the Qliphoth is being cultivated. Come.

[Well, no turning back. With luck, the Catillac has some extra towels.



So, immediately after squishing into the...blood elevator?...everyone is schllllorped on a ride akin to w water slide, going up and down, left and right, up, up, up, then down, down, down....down.......


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into the depths.

And when they emerge...]





[Bright flowers grow on the vines. There is distant birdsong, and the sun shines among fat, lazy clouds. But you can see the shine of glass in the corner of your eye; the air is too perfect to breath, too cold to touch. You don't feel the grass or dirt underfoot that you can clearly see The smell of blood is everywhere.

An illusion? A dream? A delusion? Something else? Who knows. There is a patio table laid out with tea, and four seats. It's almost as if the owner simply got up and left for a moment. It's all strange, all...wrong.

Still. You're finally here. You're in the core. You freed a possible god from the grip of forced ignorance. And you have-you hope-everything you need to end this. But there is still one question:



Who is the true Mastermind, and what is their goal in doing all of this?



It is time, Strangers. By the seas, the heavens and the earth, by blood and darkness, it's up to you.




Good luck.]

Comments

[superstylishsquid]

Wouldn't say that really makes it your fault. Not like the Qliphoth seed came labeled as an evil demon tree, right?

[godofblood]

...

Well, no, not really...

[superstylishsquid]

Then you couldn't have known what it'd do. You said you stopped playing the murder mystery game as soon as you thought of using living people, and the souls involved in the afterlife game were having fun, right? If that's the case, then you didn't do anything wrong.

And quit with that thought of being at fault because you couldn't stop it. Even heroes need help sometimes...people are stronger together than they are alone, after all.

[He...thinks he finally gets what that quote from Joe he wrote in his diary really meant.]

[godspiousjasper]

You are absolutely correct, Alastor. There is strength in working with others than being on your own.

[ Don't mind him. He's 100% proud of you right now, sir. ]

[autonomousthought]

[Fervent nodding, yes hello this particular topic is Important to her-]

[superstylishsquid]

[Tail hug for the boyfriend, and headpat for the zombot daughter.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Is there triumphant chuckling? hm, you must be mistaken, it's merely a shadow.]

[superstylishsquid]

[STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT.]

You know you're not any different from me, Moriarty.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I didn't say anything! Your hearing must be going, Alastor.

[How the hell can he give the impression of a shit-eating grin with no face? it is a mystery for the ages.]

[superstylishsquid]

I heard you laughing.

I'm not the one whose body is over the hill.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I cannot help it if I am in my prime in my 50's! Leave me alone, damn you!!

[LOW BLOW....alright fine, he'll play along.]

Fine, fine - Yes, I share the same sentiments. Happy now?

[superstylishsquid]

Yes, actually, I am.

[GRIN.]