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Xibalba
Umbra of Chaos:
Joseph
He chewed that over a bit. Quite literally in fact. Joseph had pizza in his mouth! "Do you want me to make the body yours? I'm adept at spiritual surgery. I could even attune a dragon's flesh to a human form. Or I could extract everything I could from that body and create a new one for you."
Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke
"Hehe. Thanks doc, you're a godsend." He smiled innocently. But the time for chitchat was over. A date needed a main event after all, and besides... there was something he had wanted to try out. "Joseph, don't move." He told the boy in the calmest tones. And as he said that, the creatures surrounding them stopped. An odd, purple glow seemed to emanate from their pupils.
"Oh holy father, holy draken, holy master... Heed this sacred mission." Magic circles and letters appeared around Zeke... then Joseph. And he extended his arms, as if he was a holy man preaching. "With these two hands, let me feed from your power once more, so I may act in thy stead. I am your will made flesh. In your name, I give thanks..."
That purple light was now shining fro m their eyes, and the still dark organisms seemed to communicate through these abominable lights. It was like radio communication, as if all the energy in this domain was being connected... siphoned from elsewhere...
The tower. Upon a closer look, the surroundings of the tower's outskirts made more sense. They weren't an alien aberration, but magical circles that took advantage of the leylines being siphoned by Xibalba... Sur Carys. That way, he could use the power of the land without requiring skill or grander incantations. The outer district he created, the land itself was the incantation. And the place where they stood was but one spell.
"Restriction 666 released! Dimensional interface force-field deployed."
And the circles turned into a brilliant light, only to turn Joseph and Zeke's world into darkness.
Was it minutes? Hours? Days? Eventually, he might just wake up. And when he would, Zeke would be there, though his appearance far more aged... disheveled. As if it had not been an instant, but centuries that he had been waiting for Joseph. But if he'd wake up... when he'd wake up, the dragonwoken would smile.
"I had been working on it on some time... it was the same project my old man started. A way to cross parallel worlds, and glimpse into other dimensions and manipulate them. A byproduct of that project I was talking about earlier, the one that resulted in the creation of Soporil. The _______ project. I guess it wasn't a total failure."
Around them, was a small island. Surrounded by the sea of memories. But whose?
Umbra of Chaos:
Joseph
He didn't take long to wake up. Joseph never slept in the first place. Comfort like that was impossible for him. But when he opened his eyes and heard the words of the would be dragon, the stirring ocean calmed. There was a voice? Was it his voice?
"We will make the place where God is."
Then the seas were full of light. He staggered up to his feet, brushing sand off his clothes as he stared out at the radiant waters. "...What is this place?"
Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke
"We are within the crucible of souls. When a Nexus reaches its course, when it ends, it returns here as a drop inside this endless ocean. You could say this is the heart of the universe itself. The place where God would be seated..."
He got up, stretched his arms behind his back, and laid it against a palm tree near Joseph. Despite his calm expression, his eyes seemed to be smiling.
"Well, it's actually a replica. A cheap imitation of the real deal formed artificially. It requires a great amount of life energy, which is then moulded into an imitation of the primordial sea. Long story short, this is a reflection of infinite parallel realities, or alternate histories. Possible outcomes of this world's current path."
Umbra of Chaos:
Joseph
He looked out at the waters again. For a moment his hand hovered over the water's surface, eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce the glow. He... had seen this light before. He knew it once so very long ago. But how would he have--
"I forgive you, **********|*******." The voice was formless, soundless, yet it was the Word. So they knew its intention.
Joseph pulled his hand back, as if he was burned. "How... how do I make something like this? You need to go back. I need to see the process before I can replicate it."
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