"Aster does not speak," Eligos points out. "His communication is entirely telepathic. And that blade is of the Court of Fools. Misdirection, madness, confusion and lies. With it in your hand, you likely won't be able to hear a word he says. You won't be able to obey his orders if you cannot comprehend them."
Eligos lets out a rumbling chuckle.
"Aster used to hate when Mendel pulled that trick. Ah, children. Never have any."
She'd make a shit mother, anyway, disregarding any worries about bloodline. But the words are said in amazement, and she looks down at the blade again. It'd be curious to experiment, see if it blocked other kinds of influence - if only there was a way to test without somehow betraying the secret to another.
"I'd say it's almost a shame that we have to kill you, but that'd insult us both."
The next time they meet, it will probably be on the field of battle, drawn into some manipulation or another. The next time, there will be no peaceful negotiation, no gifts. And all the same, they both know she'll be fighting in the name of the king they'd both place on the throne.
"I will go to oblivion laughing," Eligos intones, utterly without worry. "I'd say I won't make it easy for you, but if I know my son, that won't be for you to concern yourself with."
Failing to elaborate on this, Eligos' eyes close and his jagged ribcage swallows his beating heart, the remaining shadow twisting itself like a wrung out rag and swallowing itself, leaving Fever on her own.
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"Aster does not speak," Eligos points out. "His communication is entirely telepathic. And that blade is of the Court of Fools. Misdirection, madness, confusion and lies. With it in your hand, you likely won't be able to hear a word he says. You won't be able to obey his orders if you cannot comprehend them."
Eligos lets out a rumbling chuckle.
"Aster used to hate when Mendel pulled that trick. Ah, children. Never have any."
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She'd make a shit mother, anyway, disregarding any worries about bloodline. But the words are said in amazement, and she looks down at the blade again. It'd be curious to experiment, see if it blocked other kinds of influence - if only there was a way to test without somehow betraying the secret to another.
"I'd say it's almost a shame that we have to kill you, but that'd insult us both."
The next time they meet, it will probably be on the field of battle, drawn into some manipulation or another. The next time, there will be no peaceful negotiation, no gifts. And all the same, they both know she'll be fighting in the name of the king they'd both place on the throne.
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"I will go to oblivion laughing," Eligos intones, utterly without worry. "I'd say I won't make it easy for you, but if I know my son, that won't be for you to concern yourself with."
Failing to elaborate on this, Eligos' eyes close and his jagged ribcage swallows his beating heart, the remaining shadow twisting itself like a wrung out rag and swallowing itself, leaving Fever on her own.