Godclads

Chapter 26-10 Maker of the Lost Paths (I)

Chapter 26-10 Maker of the Lost Paths (I)

No, my friend. The past is lost. But only our past. Only our history. The future is still theoretically infinite, and so, what I propose is something more radical:

We create a new structure. One molded entirely from our histories from all that we know, and tied to the progression of our present. From this, we can venture freely along its Paths, and adjust things as we see fit.

Ha! Imagine this! A relative solution defeating an absolute problem!

-Alysim the Wanderer to Jaus Avandaer [a moment that never happened]

26-10

Maker of the Lost Paths (I)

–[Avo]–

Even the slightest of Naeko’s blows bathed the world in sweeping torrents of destruction. Force bent to his will like clay. Violence was and wasn’t at his behest. The patterns of the tapestry recoiled with every blow, like strings on an instrument strummed by a hammer. Only one strand held firm, despite the strain it endured.

Time.

Avo took in the onslaught Naeko unleashed on Alsyim. The man was seemingly unkillable by conventional means. His ruined body was reformed by progression of time, with lines separating from the primary path chronology, crossing over into the supposed Sanctian’s parallel ontology. But his immortality was an unenviable trait, for he seemed to possess little power otherwise, or what paltry canons he did command were useless in before the Chief Paladin.

No so different from most other people in existence. Few Godclads could stand against Naeko, let alone the ephemerals or FATELESS.

+Aegis have any countermeasures against Naeko?+ Avo asked Calvino as he crept closer, reaching out with his twelve sequences to draw both Fallwalker and Paladin into the Exo-Paracosm of his Soulscape.

{Our ‘countermeasures’ were pretty much what you just did,} Only answered before Calvino could. {Bully the sad sack of shit until he has a mental breakdown. Great job, by the way.}

{Only,} Kant said, finishing his statement with a sigh.

{What? It worked. Besides the psychological angle, all we got are Contingency Bleak options. Or just detonating the Nullstar—}

{Only!}

{What? It’s just theoretical. We tried modifying his brain matter using q-dot technology before. Didn’t take. Frigging Metaminds. Singularities aren’t going to work on him—he’ll just ignore the forces pulling on him. Rupturing everything’s our best shot.}

{It will ensure the extinction of all pattern-based existence across the known universe!}

{Aw, you always overexaggerate. Don’t worry, Avo: it’ll be complete extinction at worst.}

So. Mental warfare was how things had to be. That was fine. The mind was Avo’s Embodiment, after all.

Every time Alysim reformed, he would reach out at Naeko, screaming something like “Wait!” or “I know you.” With the flickering of memories intercepted from the man by Hysteria, Avo was inclined to believe him. A conversation was in order, but he needed to get Naeko to stop beating the man first.

A simple task.

Shards tore out from Avo, and as they closed in on Alsyim, they remained without opposition until the Fallwalker reformed. Interesting. That suggested the man was ontologically mirroring Avo’s capabilities somehow. A troubling canon; a most useful thing to subsume. Ignoring the incoming splinters, Avo pierced Alysim’s mind for the first time and dove deep.

As things turned out, the space within his cognition was even more sporadic than what was being emanated beyond. Sequences were and weren’t. Memories were and weren’t. Consciousness was and wasn’t. Avo’s wards rattled as his templates’ felt themselves start tearing. Only Elegant Moon and Draus remained indifferent, both drawn to the structure they were now infesting with curiosity.

[There is an entire portion of him missing,] Elegant-Moon said. [But only periodically. It returns, then leaves, like a piece that is trapped between existence and oblivion.]

[Still enough left of him to think. Think it's mostly his memories that are damaged. His body ain’t blinkin’ none.] Draus’ template observed the Fallwalker’s sequences. [Hells. Less like part of him missing and more like he’s got a bunch of pieces skipping between him and time.]

Regular spoke true. A more detailed looking using Avo’s Conception of Ontology showed a faint trace he didn’t notice before, with rings of rolling gold running between him and time, the trails they painted akin to a series of wheels.

[Cyclers,] Kae theorized. [But if they are looping, why aren’t they staying in place? Wait, how are they looping with the tapestry directly? How are they operating outside of his Frame?]

+Perhaps his Domain of Chronology is internalized too,+ Avo considered. But intuition told him that the truth behind the mysterious Fallwalker was far stranger.

Ignorance is vanishing them. There and not. It stopped existing for a while. It stopped existing when he was beyond the horizon. When it was just him and Naeko.

Avo paused as a new consideration took shape. Perhaps he wasn’t just rooted to time itself—perhaps he was rigged upon the Paths.

“Zein.” Alysim’s words snatched Avo’s attention. “Call upon her. If you can. Call upon her! She knows—this was her doing. Her doing, and the will of—call on her. Please. If you want to know. If you want to know the truth that isn’t but still might be. Call on her.”

Naeko shook his head. “I’m talking to a godsdamned—”

+Should do it,+ Avo said. The Chief Paladin eyed him. +There’s something very wrong with his ontology. Something that keeps him attached to the progression of things. Got some details from glimpses into his mind. He’s been hiding. I think. Hiding in the Sunderwilds from Zein. Tracked us from your presence. The damage you left. And then maybe latched to my properties through time. Paths. That’s my guess. Might even be connected to the Ladder. Zein told me there were nine before. Nine behind the Godsfall.+

Confusion swept across Naeko’s features. “Nine? Nine what?”

+Nine people.+

“What are you talking about—”

“--The Ladder?” Alysim gasped. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. He pushed himself off the ground and looked past Naeko, perception spearing into Avo’s looming Overheaven. “They created it? They finished our great work?”

Both Paladin and Overheaven fell silent at that.

+“Our” great work,+ Avo said.

“Of course.” The madman threw his head back and roared a laugh. “There would be no Paths without me. No Paths to chart and guide our progress, to keep us away from calamity. Of course I was... there was...” He was lost again. A memory was there and not. A moment was then and gone. “It is no longer real. Things are no longer true.” Despair returned to him. “Please. Do not hurt me anymore. I do not deserve this torment. I only wish to—it is only fate that saw me delivered to you! Only fate. Ask her. Find her. She will know. She holds all that is lost.”

Naeko’s expression turned inscrutable. Avo intercepted the man’s suspicions before they could compromise his choice. +Could be a trap. Could be. But I’m inside his mind. Veylis wouldn’t let me go this far. Zein wouldn’t either. Dealing with something unknown. Something drawn to us. Pulled to us by our Domains of Chronology.+

“You want to let him see her?” Naeko asked.

+Your choice. Not mine. Everyone keeps using you, Naeko. Everyone. I am doing it now.+ The Chief Paladin shot Avo a puzzled expression. +I will not lie to you about this. Have my own wants. Own needs. But what kind of god would I be if ideals are so easy to betray? If my canons are but conditional? Won’t see a world where you are just a pawn. A hound should get their choice too.+

Naeko bit his bottom lip and looked away. His thoughtstuff roiled like water boiling and a storm of emotion raged within his bones. “Why? Why the hells do you sound like him?”

+Jaus?+

“Yes,” Naeko snarled. “Yes, Jaus. He always saw through me. I couldn’t hide anything from him. It was like I was just glass. He did that to everyone—just knew how people were. And here you are, playing the same game, doing the same thing, saying the same words.” Naeko fell silent. “‘A hound should get their choice too.’ He said that to me. He said that too me at Scale. Salvation’s Day. Just months before everything went to shit, before the Ladder was supposed fix everything.”

Avo understood what Naeko was asking now. +Was purely coincidence. Didn’t glimpse it from your mind. Or his. Is what I believe. You still have the Gatekeeper. You can still use it on me.+

A stray note from Naeko’s mind told Avo the man didn’t want to believe him, but he broke from his stupor. Just shook his head. “No. No, I... I believe you. It’s godsdamned insane, but I do.” Naeko rubbed at his face with a massive hand. “What the hells is my life.”

+Tragic. But ongoing—+

A mist-made hand swatted Avo lightly. His entire being rattled violently.

“Stop talking like him,” Naeko muttered. “Gonna give me a trauma.” Lifting his head high, Naeko stared up into the underside of the mountain his palm was hefting and sighed. “Alright. Fuck it. No finding myself today. Just make this shit worse. Let’s go talk with her. Again.” He closed his eyes. “Again. Fuck.”

Chambers—among other templates—winced at the scene. [Avo. Maybe, like, go alone or something. The guy’s reacting how I might if you made me meet my old man again. Give the poor shit a break before he actually breaks.]

+Could go alone,+ Avo said. +You don’t need to—+

“Piss off, ghoul. She’s my master. If she’s hiding something else from me, I want to know.” Naeko grimaced. “I want to know.” Slowly, he filled his lungs with air and reached down into his pocket. Before he retracted his hand, he gave Alysim a final glare. “If I find our you’re bullshitting me, I’m gonna retroact you, you understand? I’ll turn send the rest of you into the nothing too.”

Pure horror consumed Alysim’s features. The man’s nerve broke. He reached out for Naeko. “No! Please!”

Naeko’s hand shot out from his pocket and wrapped around the Fallwalker’s neck before Avo could full follow what happened. Then, they were elsewhere again, the fabric of space collapsing inward with the inversion of the Chief Paladin’s pocket, into a gray expanse looming over memite ground before.

Whistling strokes of a blade cutting through air called their attention. There, alone in this prison, Zein was practicing again, humming a joyous tune as she cut and stabbed with glee. As they felt her, she felt them, and slowly turned, facing the threesome with a wide smile on her face. “Ah. You return. Tell me, were the wounds my girl inflicted on—”

Her words died. The triumph on her face vanished as she noticed the stranger among them.

Alysim’s face broke into a murderous snarl. He clawed at Zein despite the grip Naeko had on him, seething with hatred. “Murderess. Thief. Traitor!”

For a heartbeat longer, Zein stared on in uncharacteristic shock. “You... I killed you...”

And that was all Naeko could take. A ragged cry of exhausted frustration broke from the Chief Paladin, and at its end, a palm hammered down against Thousandhand once more.