Keahi Journal

Oct 23, 2007 19:45

It has been a long time since I had to write in secret and make sure no one caught me writing. Still, I understand why they would be so concerned with me writing when I should be resting. I let myself give too much blood and even this little bit of writing will probably leave me fatigued again. Exalted or no, draining most of your blood out and battling a demon to keep possession of your mind is tiring and is not something to be taken lightly. Still, I need to get what I can remember down before sleep and personal concerns clouds what I remember and I tell the others the wrong information.

I spoke to Kaleel, a part of the soul of Adalya. From this experiance, I don't think I could handle Adalya herself. I nearly lost my mind to the piece I did deal with. The ritual itself was simple, and with both Tahn and Ondolee there to assist me, I had little to worry about. Tahn was eager to help me complie question before we started, in case I needed to give more blood than I did and was rendered unable to speak. Ondolee was right next to me. He bound the small wound when I told him to, and tried to help remove the demon when I was loosing the battle. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I did not get to all the question we had written down, but I did get to a lot of them, and most of the questions were answered by proxy, filling in the gaps of my theory and concreating some it into fact. According to Kaleel, the alliance between the Abyssals and the Pale Lotus has been going on for about four years now, which means since a year after the Empress dissappeared. The alliance seems to have been on the intiative of the yozi, but that is a matter of perspective I think. If we were to ask the undead, I'm sure they would say it was their idea. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that the union has been going on for four years, and will continue until the ultimate goal has been achieved: the rise of the one Kaleel called her Fallen Brother. I don't yet know which Malfean that is, and I will probably need to contact the Heptagram to get a concete list of who it could possibly be, but it's not good. The Empress's body is to be used as an envoy for the Fallen Brother, which suggests that my theory of Tempest being a test is correct.

From the writings I was able to find at Ondolee's manse, and what Baby Billy showed me, using the body as an envoy is still largely in the experimental stage, at least and keeping them in some sembelance of life, or very well preserved. Billy's father used dragons, which may be better able to accomidate life in a body, as evidenced by the Terrestrials. Crimson Tempest's yozis were fierce, certainly, but they were, for demons on the lower end of power. I can imagine that the Empress's body would be considered very strong, and probably could play an envoy to this Fallen Brother--whoever he is. Still, all the research I've found it suggests that you needed either knowledge of necromancy or a higher exaltation than a Terrestrial. The Pale Lotus recruits Dragon Bloods, but Billy's father was not a dragon blood, and I doubt the being that wrote the texts from the manse was one as well. I assume this is why the alliance with the Abyssals is needed, the yozi cult itself is not strong enough to pull off this experiment alone. The question of course remains, what are the Abyssals getting out of this deal, or think they're getting out of it anyway?

The ones we've been after, Erin and Crimson Tempest, are nothing more than patsies. We need to stop focusing on them and start seeing them as annoyances, nothing more. I hope the others have been able to find out more about the Abyssal end. If it's true that they aren't getting anything out of the deal, perhaps a temporary alliance is possible. One thing is for sure, however, we need to return to Sijan, that's the only place we'll be able to find any real clues and it's the only place we'll be able to finish this. The Empress's Body has to be around there, and the girls have to be there too. Adalya needs her blood sacrifice to possess, and she enjoys babies. I must also now figure out a way to destroy the chalice. A part of me cringes at doing so, it is a vital part of the knowledge of the demons, but it is also highly dangerous. I'll regret doing it, but I'll have to destroy it so it can't be used again. A part of my mind is still wondering about the scraps of paper talking about the demonkin, but for now I will wait for that to fall into place. For all I know it could have been the old man's journal. Hardly worth serious consideration.

The cowboy confuses me more and more. He could not even manage a hi, or a smile, when I finally saw him. He took the whiskey though. I think Tahn could have been offering the whiskey and he would have taken it. I guess I should just accept that it is over. Three months is longer than I thought the cowboy would last. But I still care about him and seeing him looking so...stretched...doesn't sit with me. I wish he wouldn't carry around that stupid gun. Erin gave it to him, and it can't be good. Of course, mentioning this to him does no good. Maybe it will now that we know the yozis and abyssals are working together. I doubt it, but I have to keep trying. Even if I'm still a little upset that he slapped my hand away. Loving an object that much is dangerous. Yet, despite how angry he was at me mentioning the gun, he refused to let me and Tahn leave by ourselves. I might be reading too much into that, but if he didn't care on some level, why would he insist on coming. The others were going to see to the Abyssals, he would have been able to destroy more stuff there, why come on a research trip with the two Dragon Bloods? At the temple I had expected him to stand back and grumble while Tahn and I did the spell, but he was right there, right next to me the whole time. I vaguely remember that he was the one that wrapped my wound in the temple. And I remember feeling a gun barrel against my chest and hearing him growling when I was loosing my fight with the demon. But mostly I remember him carrying me home--granted it was like I was a sack of potatos, but the phrase "it's the thought that counts" applies very seriously to Ondolee most of the time. I wish I fully understood why it's so hard for me to just let go, just realize that he is bored with me, and move on. But I suppose, while I'm recovering, I'll have a lot of time to think about it.

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