![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
KENOS IC CONTACT
© TESSISAMESS
[ Communion with Silco is like being doused in cold, polluted water. It feels like taking a breath is difficult, like there's fingers around your throat, pain all over. The water is too-slick like it's almost more pollutants than water, and the water crashes against you, inescapable, even if you were to somehow find the ability to breathe, there is still no escape from the sickening undertow. Somewhere, perhaps deeper in the water, or something else, is a simmering, vile hatred, resentment, and it feels like it should be hot enough to make the water around you boil, even if it's almost too-placid, and too cold. Like all of this hatred is buried deep. Then again, the fact that it feels so close means it must burn so hot. ]
no subject
Deeply, and intimately, and without having to give voice to all the little failures and maltreatments foisted upon the god of war by obsessed brother, traitorous sisters and neglectful parents. Family ought to not be a thing for gods, but they had generations of defining themselves as such β "playing house, like humans" as Ra had called it, in her ferality and untouchable divine. He gets Silco, both as a father to a child he would love more than existence itself and as a god who had been backed into a corner, abandoned, and who chose to bare his fangs against even the innocent.
Persecuted, for decisions that he made ( and, in a way, was lead to make; fated to make, for the good of all others ). ]
My son was here, in my reach. A Shard he might not have been in the form of, but his essence was β [ His lip curls, his eyes flashing hostile and hot and agonized. ] And Gen threw him away. Zenith cannot have their happily ever after, if they so seek to strip me of the one thing I want. I will rip your entire Faction apart, Silco. You will have nothing to look forward to but the promise I made you.
[ He stands, sharp and bitter and mad to his core. As tempestuous and driven as Silco in that moment, ready to destroy anything, everything, because if he cannot have Anubis, nobody else is allowed what they want. ]
Meridian, Zenith β I do not care about Faction lines, I just want my child. I want him thriving and safe. You understand that, above all else. Kenos holds the ghosts of my world, and I will not let it survive this war, either. I stand on Meridian's side, but my vision is like yours. I will reaffirm my partnership with you, Silco. What can I do to help?
no subject
Their enemies.
Because more than anything else. Silco wanted nobody to have anything if he could not have his child. Set wanted nothing but his child. That his Anubis was nearly here, and Silco's own daughter gone β yet again, his mind supplied helpfully, with rage β the only thing they had to commit to was their families. Their children.
For all that Silco was devoted to Zenith's end goal, to destroying everything for the crime of not being his. ]
Short of forcing this world to give us what we want β
[ He ground out, filled with all that old bitter and rage, like a wound stripped anew. ]
β Other than that, I only ask for your aid, when the time comes. [ He gestured to his desk, to the papers, and plans, all of it strewn in a mess around the ashtray and cup, small signs of his daughter's ghost still lingered in the room, there most of all. ]
I will be Very unpopular with Meridian, if I have my way Set. They will try to kill me.
[ He did not ask for help with it, no. Not even his defense. Only his aid. ]
I will kill Quetzalcoatl. I will put an end to her, and shatter her shard so she will not return. This has been promised to me.
I ask that you do not get in my way.
no subject
Meridian will try to kill Silco, he knows it. He's hinted and suggested that his allies keep a closer eye on Kowloon, investigate the growing schism between the city below Springstar and the city of light β if nobody takes the initiative on it, then it is no issue to him. He will benefit, in his support of Silco. ( He is, after all, one of β if not the only β Meridian who maintains a relationship with the man. A partnership beyond faction loyalty. ) ]
If you can do it in a way that frames it as an attack upon Meridian and not entirely a personal assault, then I will not get in your way. She has a relationship with me, after all, that is of importance. She promised something to me, too.
[ It'll be a little tarnished, at least, after Quetzalcoatl allies with Amos and comes after Set β but, her focus on protecting him and her knowledge of Osiris ( which Silco shares, a little ) is important to him. It's personal, and anyone's attempt to rob him of the little security he has... the mental hoops would be too difficult, especially because Silco aims to destroy her entirely. Not just dissipate her.
He has to weigh his security against his desires, his promise with Quetzalcoatl against the importance of casting Kenos into war that no one can draw back from. He has to choose the war, over his safety. Over ever feeling safe, he thinks. It's painful, agonizing, but he has to make the choice to involve himself in his proper domain instead of flinching from the inevitable proof that he will never be loved in a way that lasts, and never be safe unless β well, unless he joins Zenith, asks for Osiris's Shard and destroys it himself.
( Or, if someone does that on his behalf. ) ]
Tell me what you'd like me to to, to aid you. You know I value you and your work.
no subject
[ He sneered, derisive, at the mention that Quetzalcoatl has promised something to Set. he doesn't believe she will follow through, he doesn't believe that she will offer enough. Mind, Silco is spectacularly single-minded when it came to Quetz, his hatred for her wholly irrational, but she'd said too many of the wrong things, and left Silco with little choice but to hate her.
It was always going to end up this way. He knew it was. ]
Whatever it is she has promised you, I can give just as well. What good does she even offer?
[ Power, yes, he knows. That he can see, but Set does not need that power in his mind. he never had. He was powerful, bold, and able to warp the world around him in his own way, he could shift the world like the sand that swirled at his feet sometimes, and make it manifest. He didn't need Quetz, Silco thought. To admit that the god might, would be to topple his ally β and Set was an ally β in his eyes. ]
Though... [ He shifted his eyes to the desk before him. ] Things are nearly in place. What I need you to do, when the time comes, is push the powers that be topside, to believe that the only way to smooth the fracture between above and below, is to extend their reach.
They need to overstep, and outstay their welcome. It will happen either way, but... it's best if it happens at the right time.
[ Is that right time going to also be the moment at which Amos kills Cyrus? Don't worry about it. ]
no subject
It does not matter. You will kill her, and your soul will be given away in trade β in the end, neither of you will ever truly keep a promise to me. You will betray your word, at the end.
[ That much, he has conceded to. Either Quetzalcoatl will survive and prove him wrong, or he will be right. Either way β no one will ever choose him, over all else. He understands how Hayame feels, truly; except, concerning her, he never pretended to be something he was not to her. He never promised her anything he could not keep. So, he folds his hands in his lap and turns his face from Silco's urging.
Quiet, and awaiting the end of things. The end of Quetzalcoatl, who would protect him. The end of Silco, who would be his ally. ]
I will urge them to strike and be unforgiving. I, myself, will strike a sound blow as well, independent of it. I want war and all that comes with it, and for this tenuous peace to last so long is stifling. Now, it is time to rip the world up at its roots, and see what becomes of our journey.
no subject
My soul is worthless, Set. It's nothing. What's left of me will remain, and continue fighting no matter when Sebastian does...whatever it is he's going to do with it.
[ Silco, who was a layman, had such a... blasΓ© approach to his soul. What it meant. It was a worthless nothing, to him. A promise that went unfulfilled. A story told to children who did not know better. It was like magic. Something that did not exist, until Kenos. Silo fully believed that he would survive this, because he had never conceptually thought of himself as believing in souls. ]
And when you strike, I will ensure that Zenith will focus the full weight of her fury back on Meridian. I will make sure that our war is like none that was ever seen. I want it to be razed to the ground, to flatten it and tear it limb from limb until there is nothing left but the marrow. I want this world to burn just like the rest of them. You know this of me. You know what I seek. Above everything else.
[ In the end, Silco had one goal. They were allies, yes, but their individual motivations were so similar, that even in disparate factions, they were Understood. ]
no subject
stares at Silco, annoyed and ferociously ill-tempered. ] Nothing will be left of you. It will be as if your Shard was crushed.
[ Is that why Silco offered it up, to begin with? At the very least, Set had thought he was prepared for the fact that he would end when he finally was called to pay his dues. But, this? This is β this is beyond a wild-eyed choice and sheer determination, this is not knowing the facts. Not being prepared for the abrupt end he will face, which is why Set turns wholly towards him and slams the documents down upon the table. He doesn't brandish his wrist, the dark beaded miasma swirling upon it, not to make a point.
But, he does hold Silco's gaze. ] You need to ask him what will happen, when he takes your soul. You can still walk this path, but you need more information than just what you think will happen. You will be gone, the same as any other Shard-bearer whose Shard β their soul! β is shattered. There is no way you could ever dare to make a promise like hers to me otherwise.
[ A faint snarl curls at his mouth, teeth sharp and bared. He's taken deep insult to Silco's lack of knowledge, his blind leap and the subsequent empty vow he thinks he can make. It is not that he wants him to change, it is that β being ignorant to this could harm his plans. Could deprive him of the richness of his strength, his focus. Thinking he can continue? After losing his soul? Absolutely not. ]
I want you strong, too. That means you have to know this, Silco. You must plan for your end, because the moment your soul is gone, you are β whether your work is finished, or not.
no subject
No, he'd already made that choice nearly a year ago. He hoped Sebastian would be willing to slake his hunger until the end, until they had all of the oracles, but Set was right. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to hear it, but even the small part of him that doubted β that quiet, cowardly part of him that so often told him to just accept, and let go β reminded him of this, over and over.
That it would be an end.
At least, he would take one of their most powerful with him, and secure a place for his daughter, and ensure she was watched over. ]
There is only one thing to plan for, Set.
[ He said, carefully. His lips opened, and closed. She was safe. She was in his rooms. ]
If it happens as you say, then you will know where to look. She is in the safest place I can keep her, and none than myself, or you, would be allowed through the spell.
[ It was a simple alarm spell. If he was gone β his spell would be too. He doesn't know that, of course. ]
That is the only thing that matters. More than destroying everything, more than whatever world Yima has set for the rest of them, more than bringing our worlds back. I don't care about any of it.
[ No, Silco had always had one thing β one person who trumped every single goal he ever had. His daughter, of course. ]