Yeah. I haven't been uploading for years now. Actually, I haven't been writing any of my stories since the last upload. I thought I could do it but turns out I can't. My bad. In my defense, my full-time job is quite demanding of my time, and all my creative juice was spent doing 2 sessions of d&d a week, one of which I'm DMing. So, I cannot apologize enough. And to those of you that got your hopes up seeing this update, I'm sorry.

That being said, I'm not planning to finish this work anymore. A shame actually, I feel like it would end in about a few chapters. I thought I could do it, well, I was wrong. Very wrong.

Anyway, here is the unfinished latest chapter. And the bullet note I kept to finish up the story.

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Darkness.

Laughter in the darkness. How long has it been since her entombment? Years? Centuries? Time held no meaning in here. Or is it? Had she turned mad? Had she? Had she? Had She?

No. Impossible. Such a thought is preposterous. She. Is. Not. Mad.

NEVER.

She is her "father" greatest creation. She is the true protector of Innistrad. Her father will come for her. He has to be.

Because she is his greatest creation. He will come for her.

He will come for her. He loved her above all else.

He will.

*CRACK*

Wait.

*CRACK*

Is it?

*CRACK*

YES!

*fizzle*

WHAT!

*CRACK CRACK CRACK*

YES!

…

Meanwhile on the outside

"NOOOOOOO!" Jon cries. Why did no one see sense? Did no one worry about the worst of the worst demons being unleashed anymore?

"YESSSSSSS!" Chorus the collectives. And the answer to Jon's question is clear to be clearly not.

Oh, they care alright. They just don't worry about it. Well, most of them. Some might retain doubt, but the thought of getting Avacyn back is enough for them to risk it.

Welp. Lord Sorin would not be pleased. But then again, if he didn't want something to happen, he should ….

Wait a minute, what is his order again? Prevent Thraben from being destroyed? … and he did say to not worry about the Helvault. But then again, Thalia can unlock it. And the vampire said to kill 'them' if they want to destroy the Helvault.

Who are 'them' that Sorin was referring to? Jon might be afraid of Sorin's threat, but he must be an idiot if the highest order if he would fight everyone here. One-on-one with just one of them is hard enough.

What would his mother do in this situation?

She would probably laugh it off and let Sorin handle it. Take some bad beating from the ancient vampire and move on. Such is a way of the Kord. Will it suck? Definitely yes. Will he survive? Likely so. If the result is as catastrophic as Sorin implied, then he would be more valuable alive than dead.

But it will hurt a lot though. Perhaps he chooses the wrong role model to guide him in this situation.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

Alas, while the young werewolf is contemplating, the others don't wait for him. Unfortunately, time didn't just stop when one did a monologue. Unless you are a time mage but FUCK the time mage.

*Poof*

The Helvult lets out a pathetic amount of smoke cloud. Very pathetic amount. Then it falls silent.

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Well. That's anti-climactic.

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Suddenly, out of a crack in reality, a marble white hand punch out. It is clearly feminine and in pristine condition. Too lithe to be Avacyn's if the picture in the church is correct. Too pure to be any of the demons, either.

Then the emerging fist clenches and all the land around him rumbles. A solid rock that is the foundation of the village's building quakes as if it was enraged. Mana in the lands roil as if responding to a call of a vengeful mother. It is as if the world soul of Innistrad itself answer the owner of the arm's call.

' . .fuck.' The young werewolf's eyes widen as the realization hit. What comes out would not only be Avacyn. No. This is something worse.

It's lord Sorin's wife. Allegedly. Angry, angry wife since before the mending and with a heart full of burning anger scoring for vengeance.

His mother always told him that there is no fury like a lover scorn. He didn't fully believe her then, well, he is now.

At least it will keep lord Sorin occupied for some time. If he helps them resolve their issues, however unlikely that is, he might even be spared from his failings. Heck, he might even be praised for it.

*BOOM!*

Then a huge chunk of dense stone hit him in the gut at blizzing speed. He would hurl his breakfast and lunch out if he had eaten any today, luckily, he had prepared himself for the sewer infiltration.

It still hurts like a bitch though. It knocks him out of his thought, as anyone would in his situation.,

A giant pillar of murky white shots straight through the sky, parting apart the storm cloud and the aether alike. Whatever shattered remains of the Helvault glows and disintegrates to dust. With it comes a horde of demons locked away since time immemorial launching out from the point of singularity. Tendrils of shadows and darkness scatter across the lit-up sky as if it trying to swallow it back whole. And with them a sole radiant grace that is Avacyn has at last return to Innistrad.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The rampaging cry of the pre-mending Kor planeswalker shakes the very earth they stood on. Her eyes dart around with rage as if she was seeking her target of vengeance. The moment her eyes land on him, his mark of servitude to Lord Sorin starts to glow.

And finally at this moment, Jon Snow knows he is absolutely fucked all the ways to next decade.

…

It had been so long since she had been betrayed by her 'mentor' for the last time. She was naïve then, but she had millennia to think things through. And her conclusion is that Sorin must suffers. Sorin, his entire family. His Entire PLANE! EVERY. THING. THAT. HE. HOLD. DEAR. WILL. FALL.

Nahiri must admit, feeling the wind against her skin again is ecstatic. But she will not let a sliver of a moment of joy distract her from her goal. Her former mentor must pay the price of betrayal. But first, she needs to show some thanks to these rag-tag group of people that responsible for her release. Let's see, human wearing all whites, check. Some sort of werewolf pack, check. Vampires, bah, check. Necromancers, with a planeswalker among them a that, check. An angel, hm interesting, check. And a sort-of burnt boy who is also a planeswalker, very interesting…..

Then they boy's hand glows with a mark she recognized it well. Just by laying her eyes on it makes her blood boil. How dare he brands that accursed mark on his body like that. How dare he shows that disgusting sigil to her face.

Sure, he might be branded against his will. That's always a possibility. Who knows what wicked ways that old vampire used to hold a dominion over other planeswalker, especially one as young as this boy, no older than twelve in fact? But does she care? Definitely not.

By now the boy's body starts to shake. Yet she doesn't detect any hint of fear from him. Nervous, yes, that is a given. But fear? No. The boy would go far as a planeswalker, if she spares some thought of letting him continue living after tonight.

'Actually, that is not a bad idea. Having my own pet werewolf, ha! Stealing Sorin's servant right under his nose at that. It will rile the old vampire up really good' Thought the Kor. 'Going in blind to fight Sorin in his home plane advantage was a terrible action to take' After all, that was how she got locked up in that accursed Helvault in the first place.

"Well. What a warm welcome this is." She said as her eyes dart around the gathered crowd. Then she realized that most of them didn't pay attention to her at all.

It is hard not to, considering hundreds if not thousands of demons just got unleashed into the sky. By the way, Arch Angel Avacyn is there too.

"L…. L… Lady Nahiri?" The boy stuttered unsurely. "Errr. Welcome back to Innistrad. I supposed." He slightly bows.

Huh. Manners. From a werewolf. She doesn't expect that, alright. But it is a good sign. Afterall, curtesy is a well guarantee of a good breeding. He will go far serving her if it was back in the days of Kor empire. Alas, such a time had passed. Who knows how long had Sorin locked her in that damn stone gaol?

"Well. At least some of you have manners. Speak up, boy" She commands. "Who are you? And What lead you to bare that accursed sigil?"

The boy ponders for a bit, then goes into a deep thinking. That is not how she expected it to go. And some of the other onlookers start to pay her more attention as the horde of demons thinned down. Excluding the church's follower, of course. They are still in shock at the reappearance of their archangel.

Well, two archangels who don't seem to get along with each other. The black and white wings are something she reckoned is a passive-aggressive jealous little thing.

Another thing that Zendikar is better than this damn plane. Their angel, unreachable as they are, are definitely better. And no, she isn't being biased.

After a while she asks the nervous boy again. "Well?"

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"Lord Sorn. He. Well, he tracked us down years ago and threatened us. He and mother fought, and he defeated her without any effort. I thought he was going to kill mother, so I offered myself up for servitude." The boy replies. A noble effort, she has to admit. Naïve, yet noble.

Yet another child that had been exploited by her old mentor.

"Well. At least you are honest." She spoke. "Stupidly honest. A good quality for a servant. But your choice of master is poor."

...To be left unfinished….

Bullet point summary after the last scene… (or some note that I have left, excluding dumb jokes that I trying to cram in this clusterfuck of a crackfic.)

Nahiri tries to manipulate Jon to switch sides

Jon made a mistake calling Nahiri "Lady Markov"

Nahiri loses her shit. Goes full Karen mode.

Jon made a further mistake calling Nahiri "Lord Sorin's ex-wife" while trying to appologize

Avacyn overheard the conversation. Get some wrong idea. The archangel start noticing some similarity between her and the Kor planeswalker.

"Are you my mother?" asked the archangel (as a call back to the first chapter.)

Shit got crank to eleven. Stone got thrown everywhere. The church people are baffled. The werewolves are baffled. Necromancer people are baffled. The vampires are in tears laughing.

Liliana leaves to take care of her debtor.

Arlinn planeswalked in and confused.

Somehow it got turns into a massive brawl. Of which Thalia's spark ignited, sending her to Westeros. Her scenes end with her falling face first to a thick snow. When she got up she see a banner with a very peculiar sigil.

Jon, after notice the cause of Thalia's missing tried to track her down but got stopped by Sorin Markov.

After dressing down by his master due to his "Task failed successfully", it was revealed that it was Sorin plan all along. Jon suspiciously believes that his master is just trying to save some face.

The story ends with Jon planeswalking away after getting a blessing from his mother and others to bring his "Not lover" home and introducing her to the family/service to her new overlord.

It is a weak ending, but that all that I planned for.

Cheers.