Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 944
🕑 Added 2025-08-04 16:43:27 +0000 UTCThe trip out to the forest was pretty easy. A group of Ascendants can move shockingly fast over land, even when suppressed by a high level planet. When we arrived at the location in question, I was kind of underwhelmed. Not by the castle itself, exactly, but by the information gathering abilities of my cousins. I’d been impressed they’d managed to find this place so easily, but staring at it now, I quickly revoked that positive impression.
“Subtle,” I said wryly as we stared up at the castle on the cliff. A castle, mind, that was coated in a bank of roiling back fog. It looked…dense. Not like Void taint, exactly, but something more.
My wife shrugged. “Well this IS the middle of the forest. We’re hundreds of miles from the nearest town, and it’s not like there are many people doing flyovers. Flying here is exhausting, in case you didn’t notice. Even the birds don’t do it for too long.”
I had noticed that. It was doable, at least if you had wings, but no one below B-rank would be flying around here without them, and even the B-rankers themselves would have run into problems doing it long term. “So, how do we approach?” I asked slowly. “I assume that the wish they used will separate us to fight individual enemies, I just don’t know what form that’ll take. Should we split up on our own so it doesn’t happen dramatically or just take it for granted and go in normal?”
Wishes were…complicated. It was one of the reasons I tended to keep mine very specific or VERY general. Trading points, or wishing for “good luck” were both hard wishes to fuck up. Ironically, leaving so much open to intent with the latter made it easier for the wish to find a reasonable outlet to accomplish the stated end goal. But for more specific stuff like “make sure we get into the castle and only run into enemies we can handle”... well that was both open to interpretation enough to go bad and specific enough to possibly require some extreme measures to happen as stated.
Everyone just kind of looked at me. Bethy, of course, was the first to speak up. “We should split up!” She said excitedly. “Like in stories, whenever people split up they get attacked by vampires. But I’m vampires. So if we split up, either no one will get attacked, we’ll all get attacked by me, or one of my siblings will be in there. And because of the wish, two of those things almost definitely won’t happen.”
Ellie frowned at her. “Wait…which two?”
“The latter two,” I admitted. “The wish is to meet up with people suited for us to fight. Anyone who runs into Bethy is going to be screwed. Everyone with us is either way too strong or not strong enough. I’m honestly a little worried about what she might run into here, but splitting up will make sure no one ELSE runs into it, because anything legitimately dangerous to her would butcher the rest of our D-rankers like chickens.”
My bodyguard looked skeptical, but Callie just nodded along. “It’s true. Bethy is basically unbeatable at the same level unless you have cheaty purification bullshit like Chelsea or Shane. I’m guessing she’ll bump into a weak C-ranker.”
“The point is, she’s right,” I said with a sigh. “I can feel that it’s the right choice. My instincts are screaming at me to split up.” I sighed. “I really wish they weren’t, but they are. Everyone else down for that?” It was a rhetorical question. I was stalling. I HATED splitting up. Watching my wife and best friends walk off into a creepy Void fog was like top ten on my nightmare list, but I refused to let THEM see that. A leader needs to appear confident, even when he isn’t. Possibly ESPECIALLY when he isn’t. For Ascendants, faking it until you make it was a way of life.
Everyone tried to seem comfortable with it, but all the D-rankers and both C-rankers weren’t. I could smell the falsehoods when they talked shit about how easy things would be. I obviously said nothing.
With a quick hug for my wife, I waited until we got the go ahead from the trial overseers and then took off into the fog. I took a few steps in…and then vanished.
Well, I didn't vanish. Everything else vanished. I grimaced. “I’m guessing you just disappeared into the darkness?” I asked my wife through the bond. I looked around, trying to find any landmark to use as guidance in the fog, because all my vision had been swallowed by the darkened mist.
“Pretty much,” she said distractedly. “Stay safe, hon. And watch your back. Love you.”
I returned the sentiment, along with a healthy dose of affection through the bond, then returned my focus to the world around me. It was dark. Empty. I was alone. I yawned. I’d been through so much worse. Torture, solitude, I’d ground away any weaknesses in these areas ages ago. So I just kept walking.
The space seemed to twist. I walked for about five minutes. Then ten. I was beginning to think I was in a loop or something, until I came to a stop in front of a building. A tall multi dwelling a apartment complex.
“Home is where the heart is, huh?” I asked derisively. “Bit on the nose, don’t you think?”
There was no answer. I headed inside, took the stairs up, then stepped into my old apartment for the first time in years. We’d abandoned the place when we’d moved to Rajak, but I’d lived there for most of my life. The couch where I’d watched shows on my scan ring, the back room with Zeke’s work bench where he made masks.
And there, in the middle of the room, sitting in a beat up looking chair, sat me. I rolled my eyes. “I give this a two out of ten,” I said with a snort. “The ruined soul temple already tried this, and it didn’t work there either.”
This wasn’t my first time confronting another me. I’d done this dance before, and this version wasn’t going to be the one that broke me. In fact, I was pretty sure this one wasn’t really me at all. The blue glow in the irises of his maskless eyes were very familiar. That was odd though. “Hey, why don’t you have a mask on?” I asked suspiciously. “I’m wearing one, so it would stand to reason you would be too.”
“Because I can’t,” the other me sighed. “I tried. It’s…there’s something off about that mask. Some interaction with the duplication. I can’t make a mask of that mask.”
Presumably, Zeke was too powerful for this B-ranked threat to copy. Some kind of authority among the masks at play? It was interesting but not important. “Kind of ruins any chance of you copying me for properly, doesn’t it? Why even bother using my face? You had to know I wouldn’t buy it.”
“I admit, I was mostly going for confusion and self doubt,” he shrugged. “But I don’t believe that’ll be possible with you. I wonder, why are YOU bothering with this? We know about your heresy. This fog is dripping with Void. You could burn it away easily.”
I shook my head. “It’s only half Void. The other half is some undead lifedrinking ghost shit. No idea how it’ll react when freed.” I didn’t mention the wish, which was another big reason. This whole arrangement was going as planned. Which meant this was either a high D-rank or low C-ranked enemy. Probably…”You’re the Vessel here,” I decided. “The one in charge?”
He gave me an amiable nod. “I am. Not enough B-rank Vessels to have one running every outpost. I wonder though. How are you going to use that information?”
“What do you mean?” I asked him suspiciously. “Now we fight.”
“We could,” he acknowledged. “But do we have to? Surely you’ve considered that with so many various forces among the Void Children, conflicts will be inevitable. That there might be room for compromise.”
I froze. I…hadn’t. But that made some kind of sense. Maybe. “How would that work. The Void Children hate those of us in realspace. Our legends are loud and cause them pain. They want to wipe us out.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Or are you claiming that isn’t the case?” I wanted him to give me a straight answer on this. My Scent of Truth would make discerning the veracity of any claims easy, but only if he MADE claims. He’d been very careful to pose abstract hypotheticals up to this point.
“That’s true,” he admitted. “But realspace and the Void overlap in many places. If there are noisy spots, there are quiet spots too. Not ALL of the Void is constantly bombarded with noise. At least not normally. For those in the deeper reaches, the war itself is unnecessary noise. Those who live at the edges have dragged the rest of them into this conflict, and it’s ruining the peace of the deepchildren.”
I hadn’t considered that. I knew very little about the Void in general, and Void Children in particular. “Alright,” I acknowledged. “So you’re interested in what, an alliance? You expect me to believe that?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said with a laugh. “There are interested parties who might open a dialogue, is all I’m saying. But that’s predicated on your ability to earn that interaction.”
I frowned at him. That sounded ominous. Not just what he said, but the WAY he said it. There was a certain hungry amusement to the sentiment that make me tense up. My Danger Sense was pinging, but it had been for a while now. It had suddenly cranked up to eleven. “What are you doing?” I asked him harshly.
He put his hand to his chest in a shocked parody of a gasp. “Me? Why, nothing. Nothing at all. In fact. I was just leaving. Can’t very well participate in the test myself. Otherwise the results will be suspect. Have fun now, and don’t die on me. I do so look forward to our next talk.”
There was a flicker in the air around me, and then he vanished. As did the apartment, and all the black from the fog. I was left standing in a field of unrelenting grey on top of a hill.
I froze. He’d withdrawn the Void taint. I hadn’t expected that. But now that it was gone… it was just me and the ghosts. The wish must still be restricting me from meeting anything too far out of my weight class, because none of them were B-rank, but there were several C-ranked spirits. I could see them in the fog, their shapes forming just out of sight.
I tried Dantalion, but it was like trying to look through butter. Too much information in every inch of space for me to easily view what was happening.
“Solomon,” whispered a voice in my ear. “Shane,” came another from the other side. “We see you,” a third hissed. “We KNOW you.”
I sighed. “I’m sure,” I said in annoyance. “I don’t suppose you all became ghosts because you really wanted to see a rainbow or a sunset before you died but never got the chance? Because I could make that happen I’m pretty sure. Maybe you all wanted to taste a really delicious chocolate silk pie? Come on people, last requests, last meals, anything you want.”
“We will dine on your soul,” came a thousand voices from all around me. “Feast on your flesh. Gnaw on your bones. You will be our last meal, Wyndham. And you will be…delicious.”
Sighing, I shook my head, then cracked my neck. I activated the one form I suspected might help me here, triggering my staff to boost Zagan to C-rank as I looked around in annoyance. “Alright, but I have to warn you. I’m way spicier than I look. I’m definitely going to give you indigestion.” Sadly, my awesome line didn’t seem to have much effect. They attacked anyway. Everyone’s a critic.
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David White
"I could see them in the god" I'm guessing that should be fog, from context
