Chapter 77:

Chapter 77: Older Siblings must act as Older siblings should.



"Could you please stop whatever it is that you are doing?" A voice said and pulled me out of my meditations.

I did not need to open my eyes to see the slightly fearful expression of my Younger Sister.

"How goes the negotiations with the Craftworlders? Have they concluded yet?" I asked her.

I could not be a part of them but that did not meant I should not be informed of them and how they are going on. I also ignored her question as I will most definitely not do that for now.

Also there shouldn't be any need for protracted talks. The seers and farseers have already set up the situation to get what they want and know perfectly well that all we are giving and requesting of them will benefit them and that any further attempts at using the negotiations to get a better deal will be to their detriment.

"They have concluded, yes. The Seers have also been insistent on giving you a Wraithship without a crew in exchange for your healing and what you are about to do next." She answered.

That made me pause, the seers? I started rubbing my chin as I considered that bit of knowledge.

"What did the farseers say or react to this when this happened?" I asked curiously and motioned for her to come sit on the bed with me.

I was meditating on it to try and harmonize with the craftworld now that I knew what was wrong with the craftworlders.

If the seers acted unilaterally then that meant many things, and few of them good for my future plans. The farseers I can cow into compliance with ease, but the seers though? Those madmen have morals and if they do something then it's in accordance to them.

"They weren't present."

Oh… the seers have picked the side of the Divine. This was very bad, especially if Anaen decided to do the same as well.

I grimaced at her words, for all that the farseers were amoral bastards, they were easy to deal with, just make sure you are very clear that if they don't do what you want them to do, then their plans will burn and they'll fold, but Seers? Those fools care personally about those that look up to them and their homes and if it means it'll help either of them they are perfectly willing to sacrifice themselves, or worse… Listen to the Divines.

This is… manageable and unfortunately I cannot refuse the payment and whatever trap the gods have attached to it. I need to teach the craftworlders to hear the Song of our People again, and if I refuse the ship then I can't do that.

It seems the Divines have tipped the scales more than I expected.

"Yes, my face exactly when they also forbid the craftworlders from joining your ship. How are we going to do anything with it without a crew?" She said as she placed herself on the other side of the red colored bed.

That is the least important part of what she just told me. Who cares about a crew? I don't need any and if anything I would rather not have any as a crew means people I need to look after.

"It's a Wraithship, all we need is a navigator for Spaceflight and I'll handle the rest." I replied dismissively.

Wraithships are the most automated ships in an Eldar fleet and we won't need to go fight too much, especially once I redecorate, but I need someone to help deal with Navigation and certain time based phenomena.

I have no clue how orbital mechanics works, and to learn that appropriately I need to learn how time dilation works and a few other things related to time and I am not touching anything related to time manipulation as I would rather not become a farseer. A navigator or someone that knows orbital mechanics and can walk me through them should be easy enough to get as this craftworld is rather full and there's always people coming and going.

It will be an excellent test of my Younger Sister's ability to negotiate with Eldar without my hand holding too to boot and getting me a navigator and an audience with the best singer on Anaen should be easy enough too.

I could feel the question ate at her and her curiosity warred with her caution and as is appropriate curiosity won.

"What are you doing? All I can feel is an impending sense of doom and despair and I am sure the entire craftworld is feeling it." She asked and I chuckled.

Finally, she realized what the correct question is, I truly was so proud.

"I have realized what the craftworlders have done to themselves and I am trying to replicate it, what you are feeling is my soul trying to harmonize itself with the song of the craftworld for what I have planned. Also the sense of impending doom and despair is just how I am currently feeling at the time, it'll pass as the harmonization process makes it difficult to hide." I replied evenly.

I have felt like this for decades and if I can bear it so can they.

As for why I am trying to replicate their 'condition'? I am a diplomat, I am meant to negotiate on behalf of our people with foreigners and I can't do that if I don't understand our people and act and feel like them.

Both of us stood motionless as I continued to try and harmonize myself with the song of the Craftworld and replicate what the idiots learned to do and then forgot they've been doing it.

My Younger Sister most certainly did not like my answer but decided to ignore it… for now. Her uncertainty was a bitter thing to taste, for priests are to be decisive when they decide to act. We can't act in any other way after all

"What have they done to themselves? Neoteny it was? And why are you trying to do it to yourself?" She asked as she turned her body towards me.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, she was no longer wearing her uniform but one of the blue dresses her father insisted she start wearing. It was better than the sundress, so I will allow it for now as she wasn't technically speaking on Anaen as a priestess but as a noble lady and dressing as one was allowed.

I will continue wearing my uniform though, as I do not have any other clothes that would be appropriate to wear for my stay here.

"The morons are not ill, unless you consider idiocy an illness, which unfortunately it isn't, or I'd be able to cure it. No, the fools have adapted to hiding and running from the thing they consider most dangerous to their safety, the Empire and everything in it including its Song. The craftworlders sense of Song? It's perfectly fine and they are purposefully keeping themselves from hearing it to such an extent they don't notice they are doing it anymore and this has consequences both to themselves and other Eldar who can no longer perceive them properly either.

I am trying to learn how they do it, as this is the first time I've heard of such a thing to see exactly what's going on among themselves as they don't perceive Existence properly and neither do we perceive them properly." I replied.

The fools actions took a few more volunteers to verify after the adorable Avenger left, but I now have a working hypothesis on what the Craftworlders have been doing to themselves.

The craftworlders consider the Empire and all Eldar in the Empire to be a threat, and so all craftworlds have started to work together across time and space to protect themselves and their children and so their entire culture and all societies spawned from it have had their entire innovative energy focused on three goals.

1. Hide from anything that wishes you harm
2. Run from anything that wishes you harm
3. Do your best to sow discord among those that wish you harm.

I had assumed this change would come after the fall, but it seems that some time nonsense is going on with the craftworlds because they are acting faster than they should have in exactly the wrong ways they should be doing that in. Either that or we mocked them too much and they've each decided to see the Empire and its citizens as such a threat and it's my responsibility to figure out and a way to earn the craftworld's cooperation.

It is due to this that I am harmonizing with Anaen or at least trying to, as I need to talk to her and see if I can't get a hold of the other craftworlds as I do so too and unfortunately it is proving incredibly difficult. It is probably why the Seers gave me the Wraithship too. Anaen is fighting my attempts, no fighting is not the right words, rebuffing them would be more appropriate, as if I am a petitioner for her hand and she decided I am not worthy of even an audience.

She is not ignoring me, but pretending she can't understand me and so the seers have decided, at the prompting of the Divine, to expedite the process.

I sighed as my latest attempt at an audience was rebuffed again and stopped for now, I would have to take ownership of the Wraithship before I would be allowed to succeed it seems.

The Harmonization process is simple in nature, but requires the one I am harmonizing with to not be actively hampering my efforts as all the process does is allow me to talk to Anaen in a way she can understand or at least can't pretend to not understand and do so as an equal and not merely one of its children or foreigners.

All craftworlds are alive, because nothing with this much Warithbone, psychic energy and love and protectiveness for our people could be anything but alive, but they do not think, perceive or interact with reality as we do. The Harmonization process would allow me to perceive it as they do in a limited way, enough at least to talk, but Anaen will not allow me until I fulfill whatever requirements she has to talk to me, which most likely relates to the Wraithship.

It's annoying but I can handle that and as long as people are willing to talk with you then you can get something out of it.

"How are you manipulating the craftworlders?" My Younger Sister asked as I recovered.

The sense of impending Doom and Despair was now something only I could feel and I proceeded to once more ignore it. It's not like it's useful anymore but I can't get rid of it.

Having to perform for the Divine will do that to you, that and being a priest of Hoeth.

"I am manipulating and teaching the farseers what happens when they don't do what I want. It's simple really, I want something to happen and if it does not then their plans go into flames and screams as their home burns and melts around them, but if they do and act as I wish of them then that doesn't happen. It's a concept I've taken to call The Inevitability of the Future and it is an important lesson for the farseers as it teaches them the difference between acting in a way that leads to their goals, or when they are being threatened into doing something or else." I replied amiably.

It is something I have taken from a book from my past life, where a character could avoid things escalating to violence by being willing and able to just go straight to the nuclear option the moment things went south and the antagonist of the chapter decided it would be better if he just left in peace. Turning said concept on farseers is also an absolutely hilarious idea to me and the fact that it works makes it the golden standard for how we will handle the treacherous animals in the future.

It is also a blatant lesson in the most crass example of manipulations, death threats, and it is an art the craftworlders knew little of as Tzeentch kept duping them with it. There is a difference between killing someone to prevent them from harming you, and to kill them because if you don't someone else that wants them dead will harm you and the craftworlders need to learn the difference.

And it is oh so lovely that I am the one to teach them it.

"How does it work?" My cute little sister asked again.

She knew I loved asking questions and could feel I was annoyed and so she tried to lift my spirits. I was most definitely not amused at my current circumstances and she was trying to make me talk, to reveal information and calm down as I spoke and did so and it was thankfully working.

"Oh it is absolutely hilarious. Do you know of the old plot point of farseers always causing their own doom with the shortsightedness because their actions cause the very results they sought to avoid? The Inevitability of the Future is my own inversion of it, where I threaten the farseers with a fate worse than death if they don't do something I want. In their visions they will see me melt this craftworld to non-existence as they are powerless to stop me and in it I instruct them how to act and what to do to avoid it." I finished with a chuckle.

It is also how I know that the seers have picked the side of the Divine in our play, for if the seers were to act in a way that does so, then the farseers are to make themselves scarce when the seers act. I won't harm anyone for the seer's actions but the farseers act like my little canaries in the coal mine for all that their craftworld is planning and it is so sweet to get one over the damn crone.

My sister did not find this funny, but it is fine for she is young and needs to learn that obscene amounts of violence can be funny if done right.

"So the craftworlders are safe?' She timidly asked.

She did not wish to think about me being able to kill a few billion people and the fact that I am perfectly willing to do it. My idea wouldn't work if I wasn't willing to do it after all so it was important that I was willing to go through with it.

"Indeed the craftworlders are fine, they've just geared their civilization towards keeping secrets and remaining hidden from anything that could harm them and they are so good at it they forget some of them too." I revealed with annoyance thick in my voice.

Killing out the craftworlds is easier than ferreting out a secret from the bastards that live in them. All Older Brothers are meant to plunder for knowledge from places that don't want us to be there but it took Divine Intervention, me looking directly through the souls of hundreds of eldar and probably some other nonsense to even be aware there is even a secret to be discovered and where that is, let alone find it. The craftworlders have put every single bit of their psychic, intellectual and technological might into not being found and keeping secrets, and it is why they are not developing as they should, for they don't have the energy to develop much more than they already are.

It's easier to burn this entire craftworld to the ground than learn something the Craftworlds don't want you to learn from its inhabitants and it is why they are so difficult to work with and from the looks of it, it's only going to get worse, but that's a problem for everyone else because now that we are aware of it we can make use of it.

I was glad we figured that out at least, as it means that everything is going well and the craftworlders are not ill, just really stupid and not aware of what they're doing, probably because the Craftworlds are hiding it from them and making sure they don't notice it, but as soon as I figure out their end plan I can start negotiations on how to work together and make it so our plans require the others to succeed.

It still didn't change the fact I did not like to be fooled by craftworlders of all things, but I'll let it pass for now as I have more important things to bother with.

"Now, what have you been up to my Laciena Fiora? I'd like to catch up before we go to the Orphanage as tradition dictates and I introduce you to a few of our rituals." I asked of her.

I was curious what she has been up to, as the farseers should have folded fast, agreed to anything she wanted then treated her as an honored guest while I made sure their people are healthy.

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Bessar is a madman, this I have learned in the first hour of ever meeting him and the following months have done nothing to convince me otherwise.

"Having fun Laciena?" The madman asked me as I had just escaped from the clutches of the little devils.

"No." Was my curt reply.

I was tired, tired from dealing with craftworlders that don't act as they should, with seers that act as if one wrong word will get them killed, and now tired of dealing with children. I should not be thinking that considering who the man teaching me is and the fact he's slept less than half an hour in the last few months but I do not care for it.

The only good children are your own children and everyone else's are things you should probably not be near.

The bastard smiled at my words. Whatever difficulty I had with children, the man had none of it as he looked less tired after he spent five hours humoring their requests and games while I was spent and he was smiling in amusement at my tiredness.

'Depending on how much we stay here, we will have to do another such session, but is it truly that bad?' He asked in song.

The Matron was wrangling the little devils away from us now that we needed rest. And I breathed a sigh of relief. Children were tiring.

'It's not bad, just tiring and I know we need to honor our predecessors with this ritual but I am not good with children, in this life or any other.' I replied.

I could feel his amusement rolling off of him and that if anything made me more tired.

Bessar Agail was a man of contrasts, in one breath he play joyfully with children and in the other he talks about killing millions and he can have the same tone of voice, body language and give off the same emotions as he does either. I am half convinced the Pantheon have taken his sense of reality away from him he sees them as the same thing by now but I won't be voicing that opinion.

The priestly order I am a part of are the last one of the Priestly orders of Hoeth, God of Divine and Mortal Wisdom and knowledge and the link between the two and in the past each of his priestly orders were kept separate from one another for a good reason. Each of them were meant to reconcile the lore and definitions of the Eldar and Divine, to seek commonalities and allow Mortals to understand the Divine and the Divine to understand Mortals among other things and the expanse of such knowledge was enough to drive almost every single one of them mad.

The only ones that could handle it were the Loremasters, but they are gone now and the scribes have taken over their duties until Hoeth is back and the Scribes were not meant to handle it and Bessar is the perfect example of why, because trying to understand the interaction between mortal and divine and how the two are the same does not bring spiritual fulfillment but the fracturing of the mind.

'Looking after an orphanage is an incredibly coveted position in the priesthood my sister, it is amusing to see you reject a position most priests would beg for but we do not have time for my amusement. I will teach you how the Speakers of Apocalypse have been talking with one another across time and space today.' He revealed.

'Why is it coveted?' I asked.

There is nothing here that I want.

'You are familiar with how Narrative Momentum works by now I would assume?' He asked in the same soft voice he loves using when he is in a good mood.

'Yes I am.' I replied curtly.

Narrative Momentum is a scourge, it drives you forward through peril and danger even when you do not wish to move forwards and as it build up everything gets worse. The difference between the True Priesthood and the Pretenders is that we do not allow ours to ever cease growing because as the Narrative Momentum grows so do our abilities, we learn faster, our psychic might grows, our abilities become easier to learn and our perspective becomes sharper depending on how we act, but it comes at the price that it is no longer us that fully acts but the role we have picked for ourselves.

Even breaking it does not come with any harm beyond the fact that we lose all that we have gained and it might even be considered beneficial as when we do so we regain control over our limbs and the act we do so with is charged with Meaning that it can affect everything else around us. Bessar had me test this capability in my first month of apprenticeship and the results frightened me, especially when he forbid me from doing so in the future.

'And you have started to sense my own then.' He continued.

It wasn't a question but a statement of fact.

His Narrative Momentum was obscene and growing larger by the day as it encapsulated Anaen and kept the craftworld under what I could best describe as a constant siege. Whatever he called Harmonization had more in common with a relentless artillery bombardment to my senses and according to his words the sense of Impending Doom and Despair it cause wasn't even Anaen's but his.

'Yes, it is… substantial.' I replied timidly.

How else do you call a psychic aura the size of a world?

He motioned me to come follow him and I did so as we headed towards what looked like a small temple to the Pantheon, and more specifically Isha. We were still inside the grounds of the Orphanage and it's Wraithbone halls.

'Yes, and orphanages are one of the few places where we can act, not freely like your father's study, but with few restraints. All eldar are expected to perform for the Divine, but few are properly noticed. The vast majority of performances are truly an attempt to get their attention in some way and getting scraps of their attention in return, but priests are different and those like me specifically for I am a Gods Grief, a performer whose story is meant to directly interact with the Divine directly in some way.

Being here allows us to avoid the notice of the Divine for an entire day as an orphanage is for children who do not have parents to rope them into their plays and so without anyone but the Divine to look after them. Priests prepare them away from the sight of the Divine to allow them to develop as they should and so Patriarchs and Matrons get to live for centuries if not Millennia where the Divine cannot make demands of them.' He said as we entered the room properly.

So orphanages are places where priests can continue to plot and accumulate Momentum where the Divine can't interfere with as long as the priest teaches the children in their care to act in accordance to the interests of the Divine.

'And I assume we are exploiting this somehow?' I innocently asked.

I would be extremely shocked if we weren't. Faith is the blind trust in a greater power and priests mock such things, for they do not believe in anything greater than the Eldar and they most certainly have little to no faith in them.

I would consider it hilarious in most circumstances that the priests of the Pantheon are those least capable of faith but the Divine like that sort of contrast in their plays.

'Yes but, generally just to rest and recover and reorganize as we prepare for our next play and you could consider it as going into the backrooms of a theater.' He replied and knelt in front of the statue of Isha looking down kindly upon us.

I looked up to the green statue and I squinted my eyes. Once upon a time I would have have looked upon it with indifference, as it was just one statue among thousands depicting the mother of the Eldar race, but now I did so with appraisal.

She was looking down upon us with a smile, her hands stretched to her sides as if awaiting us to embrace her, but she was not there to receive us.

This was an empty stone shell, made specifically for her to inhabit if she so chose, but for now it was empty, but not all of the statues on this craftworld are so and some even move when you do not look at them.

'What are we to do here Bessar?' I asked.

'Pray for your family, remember them and wish them well. I will establish the necessary connections and once I am done, tell me what message you wish to send to the other priests and I will send it and show you the response.'

I considered his words and thought of my family, of my father who I always thought reckless and overbearing but who was actually too cautious and willing to have me live a life I would find pleasing. I thought of my mother who loved singing so much and was so talented father told me he was all but forced to marry her lest somebody else to do so and of the mother who gave birth to me and that despite never understanding me never wished for anything but my happiness.

'Why was father so saddened it would be me that stood behind?' I asked myself.

My father wished for me to live a life worth living, but I could always do this once the threat was gone, why did he wish for me to leave and considered me lucky for it?

'All eldar parents teach their children to perform my sister, and the better you become at it, the more pleasant your next life will be, for the next lives of all those that act in the next play created by the Divine will be much more pleasant than what they have gone through during it. Your father was both giving you the excitement all Eldar crave and was making sure that your next life will be both more pleasant than your current one while keeping you safe and mentally stimulated.' Bessar responded.

I did not mean send him that thought and yet he was aware of it.

'Sorry.' I sang.

'You have nothing to apologize for, regret and doubt is normal for someone like you and while your father did not know what he was throwing you into he still got what he wished for. Also you did not send me that thought, the synchronization is making your thoughts bleed into mine and it takes a lot to prevent mine from bleeding into yours so it was expected.' He responded

Ah yes, the next War in Heaven where the Divines fight and die and are reborn as reality trembles. In my old life there was a saying that went something like 'History does not repeat, but it rhymes.' and the Eldar decided to take it literally.

The cyclical nature of reality that the Eldar view existence as is a cycle of Plays by both mortals and Divines and the War in Heaven is the greatest one the Divine play for us, where they fight and die as we do, where they break as we do and are reforged into something greater and different as we are. This would be the twelfth War in Heaven of our people and with the exception of it's first strike will also be the least destructive as well as the shortest if all goes well.

'How does it work?' I asked as a sudden thought came to me.

I was a Younger Sister, I was meant to look over the safe harbors and servants of my Older Brother's schemes, not learn how everything worked and it was better that I did not learn, for it will allow me to retain more of my sanity, but my curiosity is a curse Bessar seems to encourage the growth of and it is only tempered by caution.

He was taken aback by the question, as if he did not expect, but his bewilderment was replaces with a smile.

'In times past we would write on a book, the first line being our thought and the rest of it my peer's responses, but now that Hoeth is dead and the White Towers are gone we can only used jury rigged infrastructure operating by Lileath's principles that act as a single page. I will write both our words on it as we enter into a half-dream without sleeping and receive a single response from each of my peers that can respond in this time period.' He answered.

'How do they respond to us?'

'They sleep, and the answer is sent across space and time to our time and space. I myself have twelve answers I must send next time I sleep and will be sent the next time I manage to sleep.' He continued as his tone turned stony and emotionless.

I shivered, I remembered the last time he went to sleep still, for it wasn't that long ago.

"I greet you, my older brothers and sisters, I am Laciena Fiora and I am both glad and saddened to by inducted into your order and hope I will find something to make this life worth living." I spoke out loud as I looked away from the statues of the Divine to my brother.

Chuckles met my words, and not all of them came from Bessar.

"Far too prim and proper sister by far, but a good enough introduction, now close your eyes and I'll handle it from here on out." He instructed and I did as he told me.

One heartbeat I was in an empty temple with my eyes closed and in the other I was no longer there, but in a library and my eyes were wide open.

The shelves were scorched wood and ash, the books desecrated, the memory crystals cracked and every single banner of the White Tower burned and slashed and filed with laser and shuriken hole if they were even on the sides.

There was an instinct in me to go towards the books, to smother the flames, to repair our refuge and to enact vengeance on those that desecrated it but with the greatest exertion of will I stopped myself. If I was in danger then now was not the time for it, and if I wasn't in danger then I shouldn't get involved in whatever is happening.

I could feel that I was not a part of what I was seeing, but that if I touched anything here then I would be brought to whatever this is, or that the vision would break and so I did not do so, for I did not wish to do either.

"Bessar?" I shouted.

'Follow my voice Laciena.' A voice whispered.

It was the voice of an elderly Eldar man, a voice which contained much wisdom and too much grief.

I ignored it, it was not Bessar's and I continued to shout for him to come.

'Bessar is not here Laciena, this vision is only for you to see. You will join your Older Brother once we talked as I talk to all Younger Brothers and Younger Sisters.' Another voice continued.

It was closer this time.

"Hoeth." I whispered fearfully.

It was the only voice that could be here and intervene in our rituals like this.

"Not quite." Another voice said, a feminine one but just as old and wise.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

Around me the library continued to burn and yet I felt none of the heat or the atmosphere. It was as if there was a barrier between myself and the world around me.

"Follow our voices young one, we are all awaiting for you and this vision will not end until we talk." A third male voice spoke.

Against my better judgment I headed towards the voices, I had no other way to go and I could no longer sense Bessar near me.

My steps took me towards the voices and around me the library shifted. With each step it slowly regained its old glory until it looked brand new. The burns disappeared, the books were ordered, the crystals whole and the banner of the White Tower of Hoeth once again flew whole and proud.

Eventually, a silver door stood in front of me. It was a plain door with no decorations and unlike every single other part of this library it was made out of metal.

It was a barrier, a ward against evil and that which is not meant to be and I stood at the precipice. I instinctively knew that if I were to pass this door and I was not welcomed in it, I would die for it and so I did not, not until I was invited into.

Bessar had scared caution into my soul and while my curiosity burned brightly, in this specific case caution won.

"Enter girl, your Older Brother taught you well. If you were to have entered without our say so you would have been sent back to your time and your time as a priestess would have been over and the rest of the priesthood and our rituals would have rejected you." The things said as one and I did not do that.

The things have not said my name this time.

"Bessar was right, your planet makes you look for enemies where there are none. This is no trap Laciena Fiora, you can enter now." The female voice said with annoyance.

"Caution is expected when dealing with priests, they always have something hidden in their sleeves and if you are not careful they will use it on you, all children know this." I replied as I pushed the door open.

It should be obvious to anyone with a brain why people are cautious around priests and always expect something unexpected to happen when they speak or wish you to do something. Priests always have something hidden and waiting for you to let your guard down and if they don't have it then they'll find your caution hilarious so it's always better to have it.

There were four things inside, and I say things purposefully, for they were not living eldar, but corpses that looked far too much like Bessar after sleep. They had no meat on their bones, only skin and even that skin had burns on it, they eye sockets were empty and even their once pristine uniform lay in tatters.

Their appearance made me look at my own body for the first time and I finally realized that I did not have any, I was just a flying sword similar to the view of my soul Bessar had shown me with his Sword of Light.

"Greetings young one, I apologize that we will not introduce ourselves by anything but our titles as Loremasters, but your brother has already taught you the dangers of giving one's name to priests as you never know what they might do with it." The man furthest to the right said.

There were four of them, each seated at a table with the woman furthest to the left and the other men to the right of her.

I bowed slightly and asked the only question worth asking now.

"What is my mission?"

The four chuckled at my words.

"Bessar Agail truly takes his task of a teacher seriously, his Adoptive Father was a great find sister." The man with silver hair said to the woman with the red hair.

"Yes." The woman replied.

The silence stretched from that point on as I awaited to leaders of all the Followers of Hoeth to give me my mission. The Loremasters of Hoeth are the leaders of the Followers of Hoeth are the only ones that can interact and understand both mortal and divine without going mad and due to this they get to issue orders to the rest of us.

It does not matter that even a dream they are corpses, when Loremaster wants something, that something will be delivered to them and their plots.

"Your mission, is the same as that of his other siblings, stop the Grandson of Slaanesh from getting himself killed by any means necessary. His other siblings Guraith, Marsa and Aesan almost succeeded in getting him to stay behind the fortifications erected by us and his family but Cegorach intervened and allowed him to escape." The second man to the right said.

I considered his words and I came to a decision. I will not be doing as the Divine ask of me, for these things are not Loremasters for they should have known better. My duty as a Younger Sister is not to stop him from getting into danger but to help him recover from it and send him back into it until he succeeds in his mission.

Keeping anyone safe is not something I can do, for it's something only Older Brothers can do and the Loremasters who ordered it be so should know better, but the Divine don't for we keep such knowledge hidden from them.

"You should have not intervened." Another voice interjected from behind me.

This one was far, far younger than the four Divines masquerading as mortals and it came to act as Older Brothers should and protect the Younger.

"Cegorach." I whispered as I turned towards him.

The vision ended before I could see his and I was looking at the written words of all of the Older Brothers and Sisters that could respond to my introduction which was written on the black pages with silver light.

The first reply was from who I knew could only be Cegorach.

"The Pantheon is getting bolder my Siblings and my interventions are getting harder to justify. I am glad to see another has joined our play but it might not be enough. Hoeth must not be reborn until after Slaanesh is dead and there are only five of us that will be active during the new age that can make it happen and out of all of us Bessar is by far the slowest runner and a Gods Grief too. I will no longer be able to act overtly until after the birth, but I will continue to be advising and arranging for my sons and daughters to intervene discreetly where able.

Also, Younger Sister Laciena Fiora, be welcomed into our fellowship, and please prevent Bessar from ever settling down anywhere. We need his fat ass to continue causing Grief to fools, not making more babies.

Bessar, please be gentle with Anaen, for what you do to her will be her first, or don't for she and her sisters definitely deserve it and more.