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.”

the pier, she said…” Raven mumbled, looking up. 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.

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 held

than any words would have. Knowing what

“And when we return… perhaps

cast into a dark oblivion. He heard

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

body twisting and writhing in impossible ways. He

the man explained. “That is how we described the Smiling Raven’s ability. His body isn’t merely a vehicle for alchemy, for constant change. It’s capable of

the Smiling Raven. There were hundreds of others alongside it. The Smiling

brutish strength. Ravens of pure black magic flew out of its body, seizing all living things with reckless abandon. Upon realizing defeat was inevitable, the emissary calmly

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, or even the gods themselves… it didn’t matter. He took them all.

and looked down upon a huge landmass from high in the sky. It was consumed by a swarm of black ravens born of magic, swirling about the sky over a thousand dead cities.

Raven. They fought hundreds of thousands of his magic-born summons. Some say that the fight against him was more intense than that against Gerechtigkeit. Erlebnis’ theory is that Gerechtigkeit interfered in his plot

of a fat raven, and it clutched a

contained information about the Smiling Raven alone. Still, Argrave could tell the battle was a brutal

gods joined this battle. Only seven left

took away the purple

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 alive. Whatever he did as the Smiling Raven, he protected Hause and all her

access the goddess trapped within. None of it had even marked the globe. Their long

Alchemist, it would seem. A new identity, to spare the world the dangers of his mind, and his potentiation.” The Keeper rose. “I can

in this book, after all. She’s a prisoner. As for all the other questions… I think you’ll need to answer them yourself. Our time together

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 I am.

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