Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave. Bastard of King Felipe III, King of Vasquer, de facto leader of the Blackgard Union, and now Grand Commandant of the Great Chu, come seeking the head of two ancient gods. Over two years ago, he had come before Erlebnis seeking a blessing.

If Erlebnis had known what that young man could become, all of this could have been avoided.

Argrave had been a mere blip in an eventful day—a curious deal, giving Erlebnis vengeance in return for power. The death of a vampire lord, the retrieval of an ancient artifact… both were things that Argrave had no right to know, but Erlebnis was too absorbed in the satisfaction of having a grudge settled to thoroughly examine this bearer of good news. Perhaps he should have seized him based on what knowledge he offered. Perhaps he should’ve known… but then, that was the problem.

How could Erlebnis have known what Argrave could become in the future?

Knowledge of the past was Erlebnis’ expertise. But his entire existence for millennia had been seeking ways to glimpse beyond the past and the present. He’d tried to capture Hause for that reason. Perhaps if he had broken the Smiling Raven’s orb prison sooner, he would not be dwelling inside this fortress, waiting for Law to come and do battle.

But then, Law was not the issue. It was Argrave—it had always been Argrave.

Argrave had rebuffed Erlebnis in the far north, refusing to ally with him. Argrave had come to him in the Bloodwoods, refusing him even as he used a heavier hand. Argrave tried to shatter all the carefully crafted alliances he’d made—and very nearly succeeded. And while Erlebnis licked his wounds, carefully tending to his household… Argrave had again come knocking, ruining a vault containing the effort of millennia.

Argrave used others as cudgels, but he alone stood at the root of it all. Even now, through his emissaries’ eyes, Erlebnis witnessed the King of Vasquer coming once again to take, to rob, as if it were his birthright. He approached the Palace of Heaven with all the allies he’d accrued, cautious confidence writ on his face even now. Erlebnis knew that Argrave would make it past the Stormfield—he had made it this far up the mountain, after all. His own emissaries, too, possessed expertise insufficient to hurt them. Anneliese alone was their match, with that A-rank ascension of hers. The walls of the Palace of Heaven, too—Erlebnis did not know how the king would breach them, but he put nothing past Argrave. If his vault could be breached, what was a mortal fortress?

Erlebnis felt clarity, felt inspiration, that he hadn’t since he was a mortal. He felt this inspiration permeate the whole of his form. He acted without thinking, without drawing upon the vast archives of knowledge stored within his realm and his person, without calculating every move. He had calculated thus far, and now his head rested beneath a guillotine, waiting, encased in stone built by mortal men while Kirel Qircassia watched on high.

Erlebnis grasped the life of each of his emissaries and cut their strings. All of them—tens of thousands scattered around the whole world, yet concentrated densely in the Great Chu, died all at once, their power dissipating and returning to him in moments. Erlebnis grasped at his divine realm, where the Lodestars roamed, and crushed it.

since his awakening as Erlebnis all died. Nothing remained of it, barring his name. Stupid? Brutish? Reckless? Nothing else had worked. No machination resisted Argrave for long. Erlebnis could only cast it all away. Knowledge, after all,

the vaults, it was part of him. The Keeper, he called it. The ‘he’ that used to

golden eyes, graying hair, a long beard, and a taste for black clothes. It was himself—the ‘he’ that once was, the

Erlebnis became himself again.

of knowledge… destroying empires, ruining families, killing

ALL ENDED

around. It took a few moments for him to realize he stood on the battlements of the Palace of Heaven, and longer still to recognize that it had been his voice that said those words. The Stormfield, free from

he

already had been undone. There could be no deal, no compromise reached. One would die today. But Argrave was still mortal,

the gods serving Kirel Qircassia shouted up at him from

the Stormfield,” Erlebnis

up onto the parapet of the Palace of Heaven, and jumped off down below with the black robes he’d once worn as a man billowing everywhere. By the time he landed, the Stormfield was already starting up again. He could hardly even feel it past

to her, and then leave her to bleed out. I’ll feed her husband to his wyvern. I’ll flay your cousin, Melanie, Mina… burn the whole of House Parbon, exterminate the House of Quadreign, and end all of

his voice barely audible as the Stormfield once again took light under

had become a god, yet at the same time, he was the god that had been born of the man. He felt that same relentless drive that had pushed him to where he ended up, alongside the vast collection of knowledge

aura of Law condensed to defend Argrave, forming a solid gleaming wall that slowly took form. In moments,

am your opponent,” Law

down ferociously. Erlebnis raised his hand, mixing his divine power with magic. A great claw of red liquid metal erupted