Centuries of Learning
Enhanced Intelligence: ultimate
Jeremy took a deep breath. This was it, the culmination of all his work and strife. More than just the trek into Little Lovecraft which had been a day long affair of hacking and slicing, but before that: the funeral, the months without him. Jeremy took another deep breath and then looked up to make eye contact with Jejj. "Is there anyway to bring someone back from the dead?"
Jejj did not hesitate. "No."
And just like that, Jeremy's quest ended. Hours of searching and fighting were all reduced to nothing. The time would have been better spent.moving on. Jeremy felt a weight press down on his heart as any hope of bringing his father back disappeared. He fell to his knees and hung his head. As he did so, he noticed the ground was strewn with human bones. Legs, arms and ribs cluttered the floor around him, but no skulls.
"You knew that would be my answer," Jejj said. Jeremy didn't look up. He had picked up a long, skinny leg bone and started to absentmindedly fiddle with it. Jejj continued to speak, " Look around you. You're in the heart of Little Lovecraft: a city dedicated to the failed art-science of resurrection. I've been searching around the Ethereal Plane for millennia. I've martialled powers of death beyond the wildest imaginations of men. If there were a way to come back to life, you and I would be on the same side of the Great Forgetting. I'm sorry, mortal. There is much I can do, but I can't do that."
The Taking of Souls
Darkness: ultimate (rank 4)
- Ranged Attack
- Long Ranged Attack
- Target Seeker
Jeremy got to his feet, brushing the dust of the dead off the shins of his pants. "Well then, I have one more request to make of you. Can you kill a man? Any man?"
Jejj leaned forward, stood up from his seat and leaned forward. "Aye, now you see why they call me Kavator."
"No, I don't. You never explained to me what that means."
"Name a name and death will come to him."
"Jacob Keynsman. The man who killed my father. I want you to kill him."
Jacob held his knife and fork in closed fists like a caveman, licking his lips excitedly and glancing aside at his giggling children who sat on either side of him.
"Daddy," crowed his daughter with her palms plastered against her forehead, "that's not how we eat."
Jacob smiled at her and fixed his fork and knife. Rosemary, his wife appeared out of the kitchen and put a glass of orange juice at everyone's place in the table. Jacob pecked her on the cheek to a chorus of ewws from his children and then extended his arms out toward them. Dutifully, they took his hands and bowed their heads. Jacob shared a glance with his wife sitting across from him. Her smile still pierced him to the heart so many years in. She bit her lip, showing the slightest hint of teeth. He couldn't help but smile back.
Their son began to recite the Lord's Prayer as they did before every meal. "Our Father, who art in Heaven."
Jacob felt it seize him. A cold shock struck his heart and then started to spread upward toward his neck. He cleared his throat loudly, then his head started swimming. The room spun lazily around him. Rosemary's concerned face flitted in and out of his vision. Jacob slapped a hand down against the table to steady himself. The boy stopped praying and looked up at his dad.
"I want you to know I love you all." Jacob said quietly. And then he collapsed, the side of his face resting in his mashed potatoes.
His soul was dragged out of his body by the claw of the Kavator in Dead Centre and it was pulled through the entirety of Khazan to make its home in a dank, dark pit.
"..to kill him," Jeremy finished.
"It is done," the Kavator replied immediately.
Jeremy nodded and began his climb out of Dead Center. He dimly recognized in his weariness that the trip out of Dead Center was likely to be just as difficult as the trip in.
Mythic Physiology: superior (rank 2)
The Kavator left the plane of corporal existence and crawled along the Etheral Plane for light years until he was at his cave. In his calloused hands, the soul squirmed back and forth screeching about the unjustness of it all. They all did, each and every soul he took. A Kavator learned to either tune the screams out or take enjoyment in their suffering. Jejj tried his hardest to focus on the task at hand.
There was a room in the back with a cannon that extending out of a slit in the wall of the cave. There was a flap on the back of the cannon that hung open. Jejj stuffed the soul inside and shut the flap, muffling its protests. Through a scope mounted on the cannon's barrel, Kavator jejj took aim at a the wall of a floating castle far in the distance: a heaven he wasn't allowed in.
He'd been there once and tried to take it over. The angels repelled him. Jejj lit the fuse and it started to burn slowly away. Jejj crouched, ready to slip into another part of the ethereal plane. It would only take him a second to get their once the walls came down. A better life was on the other side.