Jackal Among Snakes

“What would you do if Anneliese had been collaborating with Erlebnis the whole time, to entrap you?”

Argrave recognized the Keeper’s voice, but he saw nothing of the man himself. Still, left alone with his thoughts, that proposal stirred an unimaginable burden within. It was so utterly wounding that he could barely conceive of it. Of everyone, Anneliese was the sole person he would trust in any circumstance.

“Look at you… so permeable,” the Keeper mused. He heard the steps of his dress shoes behind, but could not see the man himself. “Well, Raven had an Anneliese of his own. Sonia.”

A woman appeared in Argrave’s sight. Deep black hair, short, and with green eyes… she reminded Argrave of Mina of Veden, somewhat. She had the same guarded playfulness about her.

“Sonia worked alongside Raven as the one to educate him of the teachings of Hause. In the end, it blossomed into something more than teacher and student. But she was loyal to Hause before their relationship. Raven thought the opposite, but Erlebnis knew the truth. He kept it close at hand, waiting for the perfect time…”

The Keeper stepped into view, stroking his finely trimmed gray beard. “Erlebnis developed a gambit. Perhaps it would have succeeded if not for the fickleness of others—gods and humans both.” He stepped up to Argrave. “But people are fickle, and the world is unpredictable. On the eve of when we intended to reveal Sonia was prepared to combat the Smiling Raven alongside all of the other members of Hause’s court… the goddess finally relented. She told Raven what his potential was. She revealed everything that she’d been hiding, shattering our designs with a moment of weakness.”

The Keeper sighed deeply. He pulled up a stool and sat down before Argrave. “Had she remained stalwart, persisting in her refusal to divulge the information… everything might have gone Erlebnis’ way. Raven would have turned traitor, helped undermine Hause’s court, and when the time is right… Erlebnis and his emissaries would’ve helped Raven find the answers he was looking for. As a side bonus, Hause would’ve been enslaved. Instead, a single crack in the glass broke the whole window.”

Argrave’s head whirled somewhat. The Alchemist still had his blessing, ostensibly—didn’t that mean Hause lived?

“You’re rushing to the end of the story,” the Keeper scolded. “Here. Watch,” he commanded with a snap.

Argrave once again viewed the perspective of an emissary. Raven stood there, but he was far different. He was taller, paler, stronger, and more deadly. What had once been a cloak of raven was now the unsightly mass of hair that the Alchemist currently displayed, if less organized than it was in the present. As his mind was changing, his self-image… so too was his appearance.

“Even… Sonia?” Raven questioned, his voice starting to take on the harsher aspects of cracking ice that Argrave so fondly remembered. He wore no more rings, sported no more jewelry, and his clothes were ripped and stained.

“We’re afraid so, Raven.”

His skin bubbled, and Argrave thought he might grow nauseous if he were in his true body. “Hause is not a goddess of whimsy, of base torture. I have purpose. They…

with care only because there is no alternative.” It held its arms out. “We cannot say what the nature of your potential is. But that secret denied—can you say they trust you, if they will not let you know yourself?

rough cackle, and it said far more than any words would have. Knowing what Argrave knew—that Hause had told Raven his potential—made

“And when we

once against cast into a dark oblivion. He heard the Keeper’s voice, quiet

Hause’s actions in his mind from a suspicious tyrant to a concerned and benevolent mother.

his body twisting and writhing in impossible ways. He heard the

how we described the Smiling Raven’s ability. His body isn’t merely a vehicle for alchemy, for constant change. It’s capable of potentiation. Endless potentiation, with life as

countless spells upon the Smiling Raven. There were hundreds of others alongside it. The Smiling Raven took the spells effortlessly, body morphing and twisting to cast

was inevitable, the emissary calmly relayed this information back to Erlebnis… and accepted absorption into the great mass of the Smiling Raven. Argrave’s last

his goal was, or even if he was truly capable of thought in that state. But the Smiling Raven was capable of subsuming everything vaguely alive into its body. Mortals, divine servants, or even the gods themselves… it didn’t matter. He took them all. Potentiation—to make more effective or more active. To

the sky. It was consumed by a swarm of black ravens born of magic, swirling about the sky over a thousand dead cities. They hunted everything—people, animals, even

the fight against him was more intense than that against Gerechtigkeit. Erlebnis’ theory is

fat raven, and it clutched

alone. Still, Argrave could tell the battle was a brutal thing, devastating the lifeless continent utterly. The power was of such scale that Argrave had difficulty comprehending it. Whether days or minutes, the

this battle. Only

corpse lay there battered and broken. Erlebnis subtly took away the purple orb that the Raven had been clutching. With the creature dead, and with no one left alive to tell its

perhaps you would analogize it best as a snow globe,” the Keeper said, stepping out before Argrave. “Within, Hause and all of her court persist… alive, frozen within. Raven’s precious love Sonia lives on. The goddess that aided him remains

to breach the orb, to access the goddess trapped within. None of it had even

neatly creased. “But he lives on as the Alchemist, it would seem. A new identity, to spare the world the dangers of his mind, and

I’m permitted to tell you that much—it’s all in this book, after all. She’s a prisoner. As for all the other questions… I think you’ll need

Keeper stepped closer. “I’m in the vault, you know. And I do wonder if we’ll meet. Survive both Mozzahr, and your friend Raven… and we’ll see, won’t we? And maybe you’ll learn what

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