2 weeks before the Qliphoth incident.
Allen Quinn was not happy at all.
For the first time in his entire life, he was cursing the magical knowledge he and his late sister inherited from their father.
The reason for his annoyance was what the formal offices of the Order of Nerthus had recently discovered.
"Damn it... I thought she had... oh by the goddess".
There was something only Allen knew that he never had the courage to tell Stanley.
Before she died, her mother was expecting a baby girl.
Officially the fetus had died in the accident and she had even come to believe it, at least until today.
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Communication with Lionhearth had been very productive.
With so many Hunters and Huntress eliminated, her Pawns should cause Haven to fall with relative ease and bring her the Relic of Knowledge.
Salem knew better than to be confident but still, this made her happy.
'Although... This hasn't stopped bothering me', the immortal woman said in her thoughts.
Between her fingers she held a peculiar necklace.
The chain was made of iron, that was normal. The strange thing was the necklace decoration which consisted of a rhombus with a gemstone in the center as well as a lion's head on the right side and a snake on the left.
There was an inscription on the back, it was in a language that to her surprise and chagrin, she could not read.
The inscription was as follows:
I A N
A K Y A C A Z
CA KA WO
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"Hmmm..."
"Something is going through your mind, Magician of Nerthus?"
"No, it's just that my mind is still trying to find an answer to what to do with you. Should I find some pigeons, roses with thorns and expel you beyond Qliphoth? No, that might attract the bastard Aiwass or some Metatron influence and I don't think this broken world needs something like that..."
Choronzon showed a gesture of disgust.
"Do you think you can fool me? I know you have no such talents little Stan".
"My name is Byrger..."
A biting smile formed on the Scatter Master's face. This would bring nothing productive to her newly imposed quest for answers about this world, but it could bring harm to a person's inner self.
"Do you think yourself worthy to use his name? Byrger Tidesson was the runic ancestor. Odin, Thor and Frey descended from him and Byrger descended from them. He deciphered the Adulruna centuries before the Sumerian and Biblical Flood, laid the foundations of Hyperborea and the future birth of the Nordics and their pantheon".
"And you? Hehe, you'd be lucky if you can become a Hellaquin when you die".
The young mage was about to pull out a talisman and seal this physical form of Choronzon. Doing that would turn the demon's body into a statue.
If anything stopped him from doing that or verbally complaining to her, it was the strange, icy wind that hit his back.
He had been given a message.
"... You can feel them too, can't you?", Byrger asked.
Like him, Choronzon was shocked. She hadn't felt anything like this since the dawn of the Mythological Gods several Aeons ago.
"... So many Sibyls in a single Aeon... Unheard of... How is it that this world is tilted towards the Qliphoth with so many beacons of... ugh, hope?"
"Shouldn't you know that? I mean, you're Choronzon, the female master of Distortion, part of your duty is to know who provides stability, and the Sibylline Oracles are an important pillar in that matter".
"... Well, these Cephyrs tell me that one of the Sibyls is a freaking psychopath with pyromantic tendencies. Heh, I don't even know her and I already like her.
"Removing that last part, Cephyrs? Does this world have air spirits of that level too?"
"Unbelievable as it sounds, yes, but apparently they can't communicate with anyone else because no one in this world has had a strong connection to the Ley Lines for a long time. It's as if their existence was a spontaneous generation".
Stanley was mentally memorizing every word. If what he was saying was true, then the Ley Lines must have an unlimited supply of Telesma.
"... We're in a world full of concepts, aren't we?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it for a moment: you, Choronzon, have been depicted as something like the real Satan or the head of the Dragon of the Apocalypse, yet you were originally a conceptual being", Stanley opened his palm and with light and shadow began to portray his idea. "In the Abyss beyond the Tree of Death there is no Being, everything is a mixture of imaginary ideas plagued by evil with the yearning to exist, dispersion in its purest state. Yet here you are, with a body of flesh and blood, not even on Earth could you have such a thing. So don't you think that this body was given to you because the Æons of this world identified your existence as a concept?"
"It is the same with these Cephyrs. They were always there, but they never sent messages until Alrunae, a Sibyl who depends on them, and I came to this world".
"... Wow, you really were the nerd of the Order of Nerthus even though you have the appearance of a tragic detective".
"Hey!"
As if fed up with the verbal exchange between the Magician of Nerthus and the prototypical Babalon, the Cephyr changed to a spiky form to get their attention.
"What's up kid, you got something to say?"
The Djinn kin approached Stanley as if to whisper something in his ear. The sphere of light did not transmit any sound, but somehow it could make its messages stick in the hearts of those who received them.
"What did he say to you?".
Having separated, Choronzon could see Stanley's blank face.
"It seems that the Cephyr begs us to rescue two fallen Sibyls. He says their spirits are still trapped in the Ley Lines due to the circumstances in which they died as well as the connection their souls gained with a third".
"Assuming I care... Did he give you any names?"
"Two in fact, Pyrrha Nikos and Amber".
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Abracadabra
Abracadabr
Abracadab
Abracada
Abracad
Abraca
Abrac
Abra
Abr
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Avrah Kahdabra.
Adava Kedavra.
Abraxas IAO Sabaoth.