Oh my god why did it take me until just now, almost half a year, to realize I should make my own artifacts. Fuck, maybe even some ancient, subterranian mausoleum depicting me being the thing that made humanity and grimm on orders of the bitch-ass brothers. System, mind being a doll and telling me how long until I get to have a domain?

Ironically enough, if you killed one more grimm, you would get a new one if you told Summer about your Spark.

Ffffff- god's sake this is the worst catch 22. Be stuck with just the 3 low-level, albeit with extreme potential, affinities, or tell Summer and have her fucking evaporating my sanity with questions?

...

You know what? Sanity is fucking overrated.

I sent off a little metal snake to kill daddy a grimm*. Now, to face the singing fat man.

"Hey, Summer? Got something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I have a very important secret to tell you. You will be the only person to know it."

"I swear on all that is sugary I will tell no one. Not without asking you."

Alright, we can trust her.

"I have a Spark of Divinity."

"...uh... I don't know what that means?..."

"I have a piece of godhood in me."

"...That... Would explain some things."

"Huh. I expected a bigger response. Thank god you aren't bombarding me with questions."

"...Now it feels braggy when you say that."

"Not a god yet. Just on the path."

"Do you think you can make me a god too?"

"Maybe. Just started this whole godliness shtick a couple months ago."

And now, give me my... Hm... No, transmutation would be a bad idea. Just taking away all aggression and solidifying it into a blade? May as well make it whisper into people's brainholes to kill their family & friends. Creation it is.

Is this what a hangover feels like?

I can faintly hear someone, probably Summer, shout in worry. Oh hey, mister floor. Have you seen mister chair around here? No? A shame. I was wondering wh- oh, hey, hands. Lifting me up. A bed? Yeah, sleep sounds nice...

[Perspective shift: Summer]

AAAAAAAAA WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDO- WAIT! BREATHING! Okay, he's breathing fine, so maybe its just a nap?! Yeah, what is it that they call those forced naps?! Comas? Yeah, probably just one of those.

This is gonna take a looooong time...

~~eventually~~

Zzz... Zzz... z- huh? What? Oh, hes waking up.

"...why did that hurt so much?"

"Why did WHAT hurt so much?"

"...Why are you in bed with me."

"I wanted to sleep. Now answer my question."

"I was getting a new domain."

"Domain of what?"

"Powers."

"...Wait, you can just get powers like that?!"

"I need to collect a certain amount of faith first. It's not as easy as it sounds. I only really got to get a new domain so quick because apparently the System has you classified as a fanatic."

A borderline scary look grew on his face.

"Allen. What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done as soon as I woke up."

At that, he made a little crystal birdie with a letter in it, then threw it out the window**.

...And passed out again.

For a god, he really does seem super weak.

[Perspective shift: Arcus Laruam]

Father has given me a sacred duty. I am to be the serpent, the distraction gliding up crystalline, phantasmagorical wings, sent to daze and perturb the Lady in Black. He had given me my wings so that no obstacle my hold me down eternally. He had made me shine so piercingly, so that all will hark my arrival, and none can look away. he made me of crystal & stone, so that I may nothing other than will to move on. It is my God-granted duty to shine the light upon the Lady.

And perturb her I will. Having steepled herself within the abyss, she shall gaze upon my brilliance, and be stunned & blinded; for it has been so long since she has bore witness to such shining glory. And those who have gathered in her Putrescent clutches surely have grown to have eyes less accustomed to the night. And so onward I glide, to a single destination, with a single reason.

The Citadel of the Black Queen. The land of the Grimm.

To tell her Father Knows. And that she only lives for as long as Father allots.

*this is totally going to have 0 impact in the future. No way, no how, no sirree bob.

**this is gonna have even less of a effect than the metal worm. In no method will it be fiddle-fucking with a certain demoness. Noooo, it will not infuriate a specific scorpion simp. also pretty birb best birb