A Still Calm: The Zero Contract

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A Still Calm: The Zero Contract

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Of course she had returned here. This was the place where everything had occurred. The origin of her imprisonment. Two centuries she fought through the depth of the Low Realm only to be spat out after becoming one of the most notorious beings to ever be imprisoned there. It was their pleasure surely, to have had one such as her granting many of their apex's death by her hand, and in some cases, her heels. The sharp clacking of her stride could be heard echoing through the currently empty halls of this, Her domain. One of many little conclaves she had raised in the necks and crevices of this slowly rotting world. They all paled in comparison to her Alzucar.

“Hmp”

She said as she began to judge the décor of this particular Atelier. Each one raised in her name serving as an extension of her deadly reach. Slowly she was amazing, gathering, coercing Vescrutians to join under her banner. The Ateliers allowed her to exist in many places at once.

As any ruler should.

This particular site was dubbed “Night Shade” a very well known plant in the underworld she resided in. A staple for any being in the profession who preferred the light delicate touch of a poisonous whim as the means to snuff out their target. The decorum mirror as such. The color scheme was riddled in various dark violets, fuchsia and black. How it reminded her of Ikki. The dazzling pink lights of the crystalline chandeliers like the speckled constellation of marks that made her child’s freckles. A trait Ikki despised but one that made her Sophia’s favorite.

“Oh…”

She said as she continued to the main hall. She caught a whiff of an aroma. One that she had not smelled in quite some time. She remembered speaking of it one to a member of her court. A rare spell only found in the belly of a Voracious beast known as the “ Elganar” in their language. In Vescrutian tongue it translates to “Horrid Smile” a piece of man eating plant life that were immune to flame for heat released a chemical in their skin that absorbed and dispersed it. The fragrance was epically flagrant and when saturated with lavender and rose petals produced in almost otherworldly allure.

“Perhaps these children listen to mother after all”

A small menacing cackle bounced from wall to wall. She would have to reward Minerva for this little thought. The General she appointed to this place. She was always the first to arrive. She mandated it to be so. Every Atelier required her naten in order to maintain it’s “cloaking” spell. A powerful ability she learned after the staining of her soul. One that allowed her to cast the “scent” of the low realm over a place and assimilate it into that point. A ritual was performed that embedded a piece of her into all of them. For being a smoke and shade, to be able to be anywhere her shadow was cast was paramount. A freedom like none other. The main hall was...cute at best. Granite and marble sculpted embezzled with onyx, diamond and emerald gems stained the side of the room, whilst the middle of the expanse was clad in a audaciously long carpet. As she began walking down the hall flames began to flicker in each of the assigned amethyst carved torches. Eventually she made it to her Throne. The Cornerstone of her ambition. The symbol of her standing, the emblem of how hard she has worked. A staple to how much more lies before her. This particular contract being one.

“So much more to reach for”

The throne was a solid black creation crafted from a special ore known as Nethercite. It was incredible for mediation and soothed the naten flow of whatever it was in contact with. The seat was a rare type of satin that felt as if one sat on clouds at leisure. She turned now to face the Hall. The long flowing tail of her cape would fall to the floor dissipating into nothing before it touched the ground. Her scepter would stand on its own as she took her seat. Her posture up right, her legs crossed.

“Everything seem to be in order...now”

For the beginning of chaos and bloodshed. Her left hand would rise. It began to ooze a heinous black and green energy. Sophia would close her eyes as she inhaled. The energy palpitated twice within that single breath doubling in intensity each time.

“Come to me…”

She said softly into the ether before snapping her fingers releasing a sharp click that would constantly reverberate through the empty hall. By the time she opened her eyes, which would be a mere two seconds after the snap, Sophia was met with the site of the entire hall being filled with her acolytes. Her “daughters” littered the small palace. Not a single word was said, not a sound made. The stillness of breath abroad was almost tangible. These were the Daughters of Nyx...her Guild of deadly assassins. The hand with which she will conquer.
" I should really clean my closet, the skeletons are starting to clutter..."

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Amongst the Dozen’s of members here Ikki found herself in the front row summoned with the rest of her battalion. The “Reapers” are what the Queen dubbed them as for they were the most lethal amongst them. Though Ikki knows this she also knows that the other 5 members are far more powerful then she. Another thing she has come to question. Why was she placed on such a squad to begin with? Now wasn’t the time to question. She had arrived with Vivika, whom she ran into at the Lonely stone before being able to indulge herself with a meal. The summons was abrupt, it caused her to wonder what this change in the contract could possibly be. It does not happen, one thing their Queen was, was decisive. A keeper of her word. To call a meeting inches away from the target to be nabbed was… interesting.

“....”

Ikki said nothing, not even looking up yet to meet the Hollowed Mothers gaze. This was the custom. The stillness of this room felt like the wandering void of night itself. She did not need to see though. The eerily soft yet potent pressure that came with being so close to the Madame alerted all to her being there. It was through their bonds she allowed them to know when the time to arise was insured. She could also feel the varying energies here. Her mind scanned them all instinctively. A reflex for despite their common goal she never lets her guard down. However unlikely one of them to be a usurper to turn a blind eye to this was...irresponsible in her eyes. The Madame however...she never seemed to be phased nor worried about possible Coup d'état. Ikki always wondered what made her so sure...was it really power alone that held the Orphic Queens unit together, was it only fear?

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As her eyes opened the awe inspiring sight of her acolytes gathered here before her almost warmed her frigid heart. There was a bubbling sensation of pride growing within her that she quickly had to stuff back down. There forces were still to small to few for her to reap the fruits of labor. The true cultivation had only begun. Her firm gaze slowly watched over the room. From corner to corner her will speed through this place. She would began to sit back. Her left hand lowered no resting under her chin. Her eyes drifted to Ikki. Her little dark gem. Her soul was uneasy. Sophia had no time though to ponder over the possibilities. Her family awaited her directive.

"It is here in the hour of Ekon that we've gathered..."

Her voice seeped slowly from her lips. Her tone was declarative. It was here that the framework for all she would soon reap would be sired. It would be here, in the midst of Night Shade , the foundation was to be spurred forward. A pool of shadows would gurgle to her right. From the pits of it would be a long black formless mass. It would shape into a hand that would be carrying a tray. Upon the tray was a fresh bottle of Wine. 18th Century Ragnarok. One of her favorite blends. She would extend her right hand. Her eyes never leaving the front of her. Another hand would emerge from the pool to pour the wine into a glass. It would be handed to her before the shadows faded and the tray dissipated into nothing.

"Wayward women who have chosen power over pacifity..."

Her eyes scanned the room.

"Warriors of the night, savants of sacrifice..."

She would purse her lips as the glass met them. Slowly the contents graced her pallet with an ceremonious glee. The bitterness of the wine was complemented by the slight onslaught of sweetness that followed after. What a masterful concoction...

"Daughters of Nyx...Speak so that you mother might know who it is you serve..."

The glass resting in one hand. Her Scepter in the other.

In unison as if they were linked; hive minded even one one occurred they spoke

The Ebon Empress, Hollowed Mother. The Sacrilegious Hand. She who guides the unseen hands of fates dubious dagger. The True Nether fang; SOPHIA VON GONGOREI!

Silence befell the rom once more...

*Snicker*

A light chuckle cracked the silence. It slowly built momentum becoming a cacophonous cackle that pierced the room It was Sophia, waling vigorously.

"Oh wait a joyous visage to behold. Rise my loved ones. Today we gather in not only preparation for the glory to come..."

She said willing the glass to stay afloat as he rose. She began walking down the cascade of stairs before her. Each step remembering to hold her presence back. Be a shame if another one of the these babes were to go insane from not being able o withstand her.

"But also to have our solemn wish made manifest"

She noticed Minerva, the general appointed here.

"Victory..."

Thesa that arcanist scholar she found scouring the Lucid South ruins...she had been a theorist of supernatural spirit behaviors. Very well known for her contributions to the field. Envied for her willingness to think outside the box, hated for her exceptionally perceptive mind and witty tongue. Betrayed by colleges who stole her research beast and raped her...leaving her to die. Sophia found her instead.

"Opulence"

Artesia. The house wench of a noble lord from the east. A keeper of incredible magic power...but born of meager blood...

"Freedom"

She said just stopping short of Ikki. her brazen, embolden girl...the babe she found seeping in the open belly of her mother.
" I should really clean my closet, the skeletons are starting to clutter..."

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Sophia's cackle polarized her causing Ikki's litany of thought to change from the summons to her mother. The way she commanded the room, gave acknolemgnet to the desires and common threads of everyone here. Reinforcing each time for them all the reason they are here.

The pursuit of freedom. And the power needed to bring it about. Each woman here was once shackled to some form of capitalistic often partriartical system. Be it the servant of a king, mid-wives, a kingdom court-appointed mages, and sorceresses. All now coming together for the sake of wanting to be something they were never allowed to be before meeting the Ebon mistress.

Themselves

She had known most of the people here her entire life and yet she has never been able to shake this whisper like feeling of ...

Loneliness

Sophia stood now before her. Radiating an otherworldly aura. How did she become the woman, the entity she was today? There were..lapses in her memory of her child hood. She couldn’t remember if she and her mother have had any fond memories to speak of. All she knows is that her whole life she has had a deep thering sense of loyalty for her Queen. For her she would readily give her life. For her cause she would readily discard her soul.

But...why would she feel so strongly for someone who.

Um Ikki...snap out of it

A quaint whisper echoed in her mind.It was Ilia, the closest thing to a friend ikki had.

Telepathy

It was a passive way of communicating for the guild. Ilia gave her a look that made her eyebrows look as if pointing to Sophia. Ikki started blankly for a second before looking back up towards her moth who was staring at her with a soft yet stern smile.

“My Queen, we are Honered to be here. I am in question. For what reason have we been snatched from our contracts?”

There was a goal, a focus. That all she had time to care about right now.

Thanks Ilia

She whispered

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