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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. ]
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Ha, no way. She was the only one in our family that staunchly refused that people sacrifice themselves.
[ Tezcatlipoca welcomed it, obviously. It was powerful, and it empowered the people. But he wouldn’t deny that it was gruesome. He licks the blood off his fingertips like it was just an especially saucy meal, and it’s credit to that. ]
But that’s why this desecration works. That warm little tickle of energy you feel? That’s her lingering Mana, I’m sure of it. So now that we’ve done some nice sacrilege on her grounds, it’ll go away. Or get overwritten, more accurately.
[ He looks around the temple appraisingly, then reaches down with the blood fingers of his other hand to pick up a luminescent butterfly wing. ]
I can’t say it’ll become my grounds instead, but you won’t feel Meridian linger here anymore.
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[ His eyes tip as he looks around. The energy was there, prescient, but Silco wonders. He'd shattered her, he had thought there would be nothing left of her, once she was gone. ]
How does that work? [ He asked. Silco Has Learned A Lesson From Sebastian. ] I shattered her, I would think the remainder of her energy would simply... [ A snort, as he says: ] dissipate.
[ Still, he looked around with a half-unblinking gaze, eyes swept lazily over the altar, the blood, the remains. His lips twitched, not in humor, nor a flinch, merely a... acknowledgment of the pain that it had gone through. Curious, wasn't it? How he had gone willingly? ]
I think it would be appropriate, were the grounds to become yours. Better than it remain.
[ He wondered how the Zenites would feel, should it stay. a reminder of what they had gone through. ]
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That's divinity. Don't know the specifics of how she made this temple [ like he assumes also Servant stuff but who knows ], but the fact that it's still here means that she's lingering too, in a sense. Being a Divine Spirit means that we're not confined to a physical existence.
[ Not caring about Silco's comfort for Tezcatlipoca's dirty hands, he grabs one (the one that Quetzalcoatl had removed and he's now replaced, in fact), and presses the butterfly wing into his palm. ]
Keep this. [ It's not a request. ] I'll whip you up something special, but it'll take me some time to make it, since I have to do it by hand. But in the interim, this is a token of what you've done. This is proof that I've acknowledged you as having slayed the Feathered Serpent.
[ It doesn't seem like much, of course... By appearances, it's no more than a butterfly wing now stained with blood. But divinity will cling to it because of Tezcatlipoca's touch alone, and while he doesn't think that's something that Silco would need before he can craft him a proper ceremonial chimalli, it's still meaningful for those that would recognize it. ]
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His fingers closed around the wing, and he doesn't mind the blood, it only smears against the graying skin, and he looked down at it with curiosity. ]
Something special?
[ Genuine curiosity, actually. He held the wing in his hand delicately, fingers curled around it, but he didn't crush it. Not if it was to hold some sort of significance. ]
I'll keep this with her shards, how about that. As safe a place as any.
[ He didn't need the acknowledgement, of course, everyone knew he did it, but... this felt different. I purpose for it, rather than merely saying that yes, he had killed her. ]
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[ He’s… not that surprised, actually. That makes sense for Silco with what he knows, but he laughs as the design that he’s been considering changes a little bit with that knowledge. ]
Then I’ll make a place for you to set them into the shield. That’s what I’m making you. It won’t be anything useful to you in a fight, since featherwork and reeds aren’t made to stop bullets, much less magic, but it’ll be something ceremonial and divine. If you ever run into anyone sensitive to that sort of thing, they’ll recognize it for what it is. Same as this temple. Something created by divine hands is something with power.
[ Maybe not the kind of power that Silco seems to crave so deeply… But if he doesn’t understand what kind of power Tezcatlipoca means and how to use it, then that’s merely a lesson he has to learn. Tezcatlipoca is a teacher, but he’s one that forces his pupils into discovery rather than explain his lessons straightforwardly. ]
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He at least doesn't voice the question so obliquely. ]
That's generous of you. I'm sure that her shard will be well-suited to rest within something that you crafted too. Another little twist of irony to top it all off, hm?
[ That, at least, he could read easily. ]
It will have a place, and perhaps those who can recognize it will understand what it means. Or at least we can hope.
[ Like he could? No, Silco understands at least that he can't. He hadn't even really felt the power in the air here. His mind has been opened to the larger world but he is still a human.
Well, Vampire, but. Still pretty human. Give him a few centuries. ]