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

distance, and with gloves on,” the emissary continued. “You are a dog that they have tamed. A monster that they fear. An evil within their midst, that they handle with care only because there is no alternative.” It

words would have. Knowing what Argrave knew—that Hause had told Raven his potential—made the emissary’s words

“And when we return… perhaps we can aid in helping you find

once against cast into a

that truth is, only he knows. But whatever it was, it changed Hause’s actions in his mind from a suspicious tyrant to a concerned and benevolent mother. Perhaps he could have handled that knowledge on his own—resisted his inner nature. But after Erlebnis had spun the tale, it only made Raven think he was a monster that needed to be watched and monitored, lest he do irrevocable damage.

walking through the streets, his body twisting and writhing in impossible ways.

body isn’t merely a vehicle for alchemy, for constant change. It’s capable of potentiation. Endless

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

out of its body, seizing all living things with reckless abandon. Upon realizing defeat 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 perception was

of his new form. We don’t know what triggered it, what 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,

in 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

against the Smiling Raven. They fought hundreds of thousands of his magic-born summons. Some say that the fight against him was more intense

It now took the form of a fat raven, and it clutched a purple orb in its beak. It held this orb before its chest, where Raven’s face smiled at it in total peace.

the Smiling Raven 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 coalition of gods managed to put an end to

this battle. Only seven left it

the purple orb that the Raven had been clutching.

frozen within. Raven’s precious love Sonia lives on. The goddess that aided him remains alive. Whatever he did

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

Raven’s tale ended here,” the Keeper said, and Argrave once more saw him sitting behind the elaborate desk, suit and tie neatly creased. “But he lives on as the Alchemist, it would seem. A new identity, to spare the world

the vault. 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

I do wonder if we’ll meet. Survive both Mozzahr, and your friend Raven… and we’ll see, won’t we?

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