The sun had fallen and the night clouded the sky with the sole source of light being the crescent moon. In the Loki familia, Lefiya sat on a chair at the bedside of their bedridden comrade, and by the window stood their patron deity, Loki.
Loki stood with naturally narrowed eyes that hid their color from the world as they gazed upon the city through the window. The city bathed in moonlight. And there far off in the center stood the place where she anticipated her children's return. The Tower of Babel.
It stood far above the rest of the buildings, and as the moon slowly arched through the night sky, the moonlight hit it at such an angle where the eastern side began to look as if it were glowing. As her eyes trailed up the tower, they spotted no stars in the night sky. No stars but for one, that slowly revealed itself from the shadow of the moon above. A star that seemed to be an ellipse, but as she focused her eyes she could see that it bore no such shape, and that it was not one, but two starts held closely together.
But why she stood in the middle of the night was simple. To be present to care for one of her children, and the other?..
There was a word that caught her attention as she passed by.
"-And that was the first day of the trials. After the fall of the Forher, making their claim that this person shall be the one they all should seek. Seek to bring an end to the coming madness. And seek they did, costing them nearly fifty-eight days and a number of lives.
All from the words of an Oracle of Delphi.
Prophecised words that the first Son of Evilus shall be serve a martyr, birthing the madness that aimed to bring Orario to its knees.
Who was it they sought? They did not know. A name they did not possess. A description that was null.
All that they knew was that this person was to be the Heretic.
To seek. And seek they did, costing them nearly fifty-eight days."
Lefiya paused as she finished the last of the chapter with one hand resting carefully on it's pages.
There she let out a quite sigh as her finger traced the word 'heretic.' There was a pondering motion that brought her a solemn curiosity. Wondering if this is where it all began, with the 'First Son of Evilus?'
Drawing her eyes from the page, Lefiya found Anakity fast asleep. And thank heavens for that, as Lefiya's own eyes were beginning to weigh heavily on her. Carefully closing the book, she layed it down onto the nightstand beside her. Leaning so far back into the chair, she cast her head backwards and gazed upon her Goddess briefly before sitting herself up properly and facing her.
"The more and more I read this book, the more I'm starting to think that this may not be just a tale.." Lefiya said quietly as she held her hands in her lap. Sitting at an angle on the chair, she leaned her left side against the back rest, and gazed upon the window that bore Loki's reflection. "Some of the things mentioned-..."
Lefiya took a breath and sighed as if in defeat, but in defeat of what, she had no idea. Perhaps hearing herself saying such things in front of her Goddess, she felt a preemptive shame.
"-Do you think we are, where we are today because they failed to stop this person?"
"Nah, what point is there looking to the past like that? There's nothing you or I or anyone else, not even Ouranos can do about that." Loki said as she peered out the window. "There's no turning back time no matter how much you try."
Lefiya cast her eyes down and aside to the carpet then trailed over to Loki's feet. Exhaustion was wearing on her and she crossed her arms in a manner that looked as if she were hugging herself.
"But if you could-..." Lefiya said, casting her eyes to Loki's vermillion eyes.
As Loki stood there, she recalled the word that hooked her attention like a bad drug. There was a single name mentioned, and what she dared to remember was from something so long ago, to fulfill a favor from an unlikely person.
What was asked was simple. To give the fallen a burial. At the time it seemed like lunacy, like a trick. But as the trickster of any and all deities, she knew it was no such thing. That was to say that she was beyond dumbfounded. How could someone so vile ask something so pure?
"I wouldn't." Loki said as she crossed her arms and puffed out her chest as she leaned back slightly, returning to her gaze out of the window. "Because if I did, I wouldn't have any of ya."
Lefiya nodded as her consciousness waded in and out, and as she heard a faint shuffle from Anakity's bed, she turned to catch the worst before it began.
"Loki! Get Amid now!" Lefiya shouted, as she leapt up from the chair to Anakity whose eyes had rolled back and her body convulsed. Immediately she put all of her weight onto Anakity's shoulders to keep her from flailing around and injuring herself.
Without any hesitation, Loki darted out of the room and stopped at the hallway, where Raul sat fast asleep.
"Raul! Wake up!" Loki shouted as she shook his shoulders. "Come on! Wake up!"
After a good few shakes, Raul's eyes finally opened and suddenly widened once he realized he was face to face with Loki.
"Huh?! What?! What's going?!" He began in a panic as his eyes darted all over the place.
"You gotta go get Amid! Run! Now!"
Immediately Raul got onto his feet and began darting down the halls, stuttering and mumbling in a half conscious fury as he raced to his goal.
Loki briefly stood in the hallway, gazing where she last saw him and then returned to the room to provide any help she could offer.