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[ Not long after Elidibus' arrival, Azem sends the following text. ]

would you believe i ran into elidibus?
he has put in my mind some concerns
or rather putting together what little he said with certain things you have said
i think we need to speak

[ He feels a sense of dread when Azem contacts him. He still hasn't plucked up the courage to tell them the truth. ]

You know you're always welcome at my abode, Azem.

[ Azem had hoped for more than that, but they will take it. ]

i will see you anon

[ And sure enough, shortly after sending that text they turn up at his apartment, letting themself in if they find the door unlocked. There is nothing about their expression that suggests they are upset, simply confused. ]

Hello, Hades. I brought some snacks. [ They hold up a bag with some snacks from the convenience store. ]

[ He's unsure what to expect when Azem arrives. Hades is not a person who smiles even on the best of days, but there's a distinct undercurrent of tension in him as he opens the door and steps back to let Azem inside. ]

I made tea. Come in.

[ The teapot is on the table along with two cups. Azem can sit wherever they wish. ]

What did you wish to speak about?

[ Even without Azem's full abilities, they can pick up on the mood. They try to keep their expression light as they make their way to the table and begin laying out the variety of chips, cookies, and other convenience store food they picked up on their way over. ]

I take it from your lack of surprise that you've spoken with Elidibus as well?

...Aye. But I don't know what he told you.

[ The full spread of food is very much like Azem. Although he questions how appetising their choices are. ]

And I still don't know that I want to answer whatever questions you have.

Hades, I need you to be honest with me. Please.

[ They look at him with a pleading expression before opening a bag of chips. The bag crinkles loudly before they can finally get to the delicious salty treat within.

As they munch they begin to ramble on about their interaction with Elidibus. ]

As for what he told me, he said he had been brought here from his final rest. I asked how long but he would not answer. Instead, he asked me who was here, I said you were and then he asked if I knew Rhea'li, which leads to be wonder how it is he knows him. He said we were similar and then refused to elaborate any further.

He is so frustrating like that at times. They furrow their brow. But with what little he said and some of my interactions with you and Rhea'li have begun to make me wonder what it is I'm missing out on. You said it's been some time since you last saw me, same with Elidibus. Long enough so that he has returned to the star.

And then there's Rhea'li. You know his little creation, the small Ifrit? It's very much like Ifrita, is it not? And then, as I said, Eldibus seems to know him. Implying that he knows him from home.

But... how? [ They pause, looking at Hades with a pleading expression. ] Hades... I need to know what it is I'm missing. I don't like being left in the dark like this.

[ He stares at the table, laden with Azem's snacks, brooding. He doesn't want to tell them. There's a reason they left in the first place. While none of those high stakes aren't present right now, Hades can't bear the thought of being left alone again. He's had enough. He's suffered enough, hasn't he? ]

...Can I not be selfish this one time? [ he mutters, refusing to look Azem in the eye. ] Why can't I keep this one secret to myself...?

[ Elidibus had said he would tell Azem himself if Hades didn't though. Damn him. ]

The last time I saw you, Azem, [ he says past gritted teeth, ] was a little over twelve thousand years ago.

So I should tell Elidibus you would not tell me? [ They respond between chips.

It's only with the rest of what he says that Azem freezes before slowly lowering the chip and bag. ]

Twelve thousand... [ Their brow furrows as they try to make sense of that. ] How? How has it been that long?

Our star...was nearly destroyed. It-- 'Tis difficult to explain...

[ He looks frustrated now, leaning on the table while his hands fidget. How do you explain everything that has happened? Everything that had led up to that moment, and then the thousands of years afterwards? ]

Half of our people gave their lives to halt the destruction. Half again volunteered to restore our star to its original state.

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[ Azem remains quiet as he speaks. Their snacks are forgotten about as they try to make sense of what he's saying. Star destroyed? Lives sacrificed? None of it is making any sense. ]

Hades... Mayhap it would be better to find a starting point and go from there? [ They're trying to remain calm but their voice shakes a little. ]

Mayhap with the last time I saw you? I was leaving to investigate some unusual reports only to find myself whisked away to this place.

I don't even remember when that was...

[ An insignificant memory at the time, suppressed by the passage of time. ]

...But if you wish to know when this began, I suppose all of this began with Fandaniel - with Hermes.

I see.

[ Azem frowns and looks down at the table before their attention returns to Hades. ]

Fandaniel? He'd only been newly appointed to his seat, how? [ No, he said Hermes, so that meant it started prior to him joining the Convocation. ]

Does this have something to do with your trip to Elpis?

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[ He has to think back a bit but-- he nods. ]

'Twas when I visited him in Elpis to first ascertain his suitability for the seat of Fandaniel. Just as I and Hythlodaeus had arrived, we encountered something. So faint as to be unnoticeable to anyone save ourselves. A familiar of yours, we thought.

[ He glances at Azem then away again. ]

You would know them as Rhea'li.

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[ Azem's eyes widen. The familiar that wasn't theirs but they had heard about, learned a little about in Elidibus' reports. There had been no description or name and now Azem realizes that perhaps Elidibus was trying to keep some information from them. Or, perhaps, even he didn't know the full truth himself. ]

So he's the star... [ Azem muses. They wish that their vision was more detailed but what can they do? At least the pieces are beginning to fall into place. ]

Why is you thought him my familiar?

Because his soul was the same hue as yours. What master doesn't put a touch of themselves in their own familiars?

[ He rubs at his brow with a knuckle. ]

Hythlodaeus insisted on bringing him along, despite my misgivings. They would not speak a word of their purpose until we came across Venat during our tour of Elpis. 'Twas then she marked Rhea'li out for what he truly was: a visitor from the far-flung future, inexplicably bearing her protective magicks.

Same huh? Do you mean to say his soul is the same as mine?

[ They feel a little silly asking that question when he continues with the rest. ] The... future.

[ They go silent for a few moments before letting out a soft 'ah'. ]

So Rhea'li is... Huh. That explains the similarities.

Aye.

[ Another side-eye. ]

You...don't seem very bothered to learn this.

[ He was expecting a bigger reaction. ]

You said it's been twelve thousand years since you last saw me, I could only assume the worst. It does sadden me, we'd promised to return to the Star together, after all.

[ Azem offers a lopsided smile and a shrug. ]

That aside, I had heard a little of this supposed familiar.

Hearing our world was ending due to something involving Fandaniel is more of a shock.

Yes, well...

[ He sighs, letting his head hang. With everything in retrospect, he's no longer angry. More...resigned. There's nothing to do but to accept his loss, accept the world as he knew it can no longer be, and move on to whatever his next life may be. ]

Fandaniel had created a familiar - an entelechy he named Meteion - whose singular trait was her ability to harness dynamis. Dynamis is a-- a force not unlike aether, except it is swayed by the depth of one's emotions. He sent out numerous replicas of her beyond the firmament, bid them survey distant stars and ask their inhabitants what they lived for. It so happened that on the day Hythlodaeus and I visited our soon-to-be Fandaniel, Meteion's sisters had compiled their answers.

[ A slight pause here. He takes a breath. ]

Every star beside our own lay dead. Every single one had chosen to end themselves rather than continue living - if they weren't already desolate upon arrival.

[ Azem listens in silence, though with every word spoken they can't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. ]

With such a vague question and the answers they found... [ Azem sighs. It's not difficult to see what kind of conclusion a newly made creation with such a gift would come to. ]

How? [ That is the real question. How could a group of creations cause the end of their star? ]

[ He doesn't know if Azem is asking how the rest of the stars in the vast emptiness of space had perished, or if they're asking how Meteion and her sisters caused the end of the world. ]

I don't know how or why but ours is the only living star left. Meteion and her flock took upon themselves the despair and grief of all the dying civilisations they encountered. After hearing this, I told Hermes that I wished to take her back to Amaurot with me for further questioning and examination. He refused, fled with her to the top of one of Elpis' testing facilities. Myself, Hythlodaeus, Venat, and Rhea'li pursued him but 'twas there that Meteion finally revealed her sisters' plan for our star.

[ Here comes the difficult part: his overlaid hands clench into a single fist. ]

They would wield the grief and despair gathered from the many hundreds and thousands of civilisations and bring an end to all life. Their reasoning being that if to live is to suffer then the only way to end suffering is to end life itself. Of course we wanted to stop her, but Hermes stalled us and allowed her to flee back to her sisters' nest, then used the-- the system which wipes the memories of creations to wipe ours. His own included. He declared it a test of mankind's right to exist.

[ Azem isn't too sure themselves which they mean. Perhaps both. After all, how could every world be dead or dying? But also, how could a creation cause the end for their people?

They listen in silence, brows looking nearly as knotted as Hades' do on a daily basis. ]

Wait... If Hermes erased the memories of all there how is it you remember?

I died.

[ A blunt answer typical of him. ]

The aetherial sea apparently restored my memories. Too late for me to affect any change on my own. Rhea'li is the one who ended my life.

You--! [ Azem jumps up, hands slamming on the table as their chair screeches back. They remain like that for a moment, staring wide-eyed at him before slowly sitting back down and staring at the table.

After a long moment of silence, they speak again. ]

So what happened after Meteion began her attack against our star?

[ He's silent as well, eyes glued to his hands as Azem processes their shock. ]

We didn't know what was happening at first. Strange creatures began to manifest spontaneously, reflecting people's worst fears and nightmares. Ironically, 'twas Hermes - Fandaniel, now - who identified the trouble as originating where the aetherial currents ran weakest. But--

[ He stops, abruptly realising something. His expression darkens. ]

Venat... She knew, [ he hisses. ] She escaped along with Rhea'li. And yet she still did that to us!

That's...

[ Azem stops short as the realization seems to hit Hades. ]

She avoided having her memories rewritten? Wait, what did she do?

[ He puts his head in his hands, fingers slipping through hair and tangling in the pale strands. He forces himself to take a deep breath and calm himself. One... Two... ]

She escaped. With Rhea'li. We forced an opening for them before Hermes' creation could take effect.

[ He closes his eyes. It's difficult to remember mired with the false and vague memories Hermes had implanted. Had Venat tried to stave off their coming doom or had she simply stood back and allowed it to happen, thinking it inevitable? ]

In any case... As the laws of reality seemed to unravel before our eyes, the Convocation came together to discuss how best to avert the calamity. We decided to create a god who could bolster the aetherial currents and halt the apparent cause of the devastation. But to do so would require enormous sacrifice... Sacrifice of our people. And you, Azem--

[ His voice falters here. ]

You refused to agree and resigned from your seat. You left...and never returned, leaving us to defend Amaurot from encroaching disaster. What else could we do but fall back on our plan? And thus did we summon Zodiark to act as the will of our star, sacrificing half of our surviving people to fuel His might.

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[ What he has to say next surprises Azem further. All this happens after the point in which they've been pulled here? It'd be difficult to believe if not for meeting up with Elidibus by happenstance and both he and Hades knowing Rhea'li.

Azem remains quiet for a long while, so long that one would be led to believe they had nothing to say. However, they do eventually break the silence. ]

I can see why I would not agree to such a plan. Working under the belief that the answer could be found on our star rather than beyond... I would do everything in my power to find it, with or without the Convocation's help.

To sacrifice so many... [ It's inconceivable to them. It goes against everything they've lived and worked for.

They have to wonder what was going through Venat's mind for her not to offer up the answer if she knew it. She loved the star and all it's people, possibly more so than Azem, so why? ]

I suppose the story does not end there.

[ He shrugs and heaves a weighty sigh. ]

The calamity was halted but the star lay in ruins. Of the survivors, half again offered themselves to Zodiark to restore it to its former state. We-- the Convocation, that is - decided that when life on the star flourished enough, we would offer it for the return of all those who gave their lives to save us.

...But Venat and her followers refused to condone this and they summoned their own god: Hydaelyn. With Venat as Her heart, she fought Zodiark...and sundered the world.

More... [ Azem says softly, feeling a bit of anger welling up in them. Sure, it makes sense that a creation so powerful would need so much aether but it doesn't stop them from being upset over it.

Yes, no wonder they left.

But then there's more about Venat. ] She...

[ They stare at him for a moment, brows furrowed. ] Why would she do that?

[ They find it impossible to imagine why their mentor, someone with so much love for the star would sunder it. ]

I don't know.

[ He still holds a grudge about it. It's clear from the irritable undertone. ]

It wouldn't surprise me if she only did so because Rhea'li told her that is what happened to the star. Not even giving us a chance - bah! I never bothered to ask. She made her choice, and we were left to pick up the pieces.

So she sundered the world and then...?

[ That's not the end, Rhea'li is proof of that. They realize they'll likely need to talk to him after this and see what he says about it all. And then, of course, Elidibus. Better to get all the views they can given Venat isn't here. ]

When she sundered it as Hydaelyn, she sundered everthing to the aetherial level. Everything was reduced to a fraction of what it was before, including the star itself, split into fourteen reflections of itself. Our people were reduced to short-lived things, wasting their unbearably short lives arguing and fighting with each other over accomplishing anything meaningful. The creatures we so painstakingly introduced to the star were left to run rampant. Some that shouldn't have been released at all found their way out as well. In short: it was chaos.

...And only myself, Lahabrea, and Elidibus survived her blade, at the cost of having to forsake our physical bodies. We found the sundered souls of the rest of the Convocation and tried to restore them, but they were never the same. Together, we eventually found a way to rejoin the errant shards to the Source. Which is what I have been doing for the past twelve thousand years - and what Rhea'li finally succeeded in halting by killing me.

[ Azem sits in stunned silence for a while after. That's a lot to take in. Not just about their mentor but about how only three survived the entire ordeal.

And then to find out that Rhea'li was the one who killed Emet-Selch. They have to assume he had a good reason from his perspective. They would need to talk to him afterward and hear his side of the story.

After they've had a moment to process they speak again. ]

How was it that you managed to rejoin the shards to the Source?

[ He sits silently for a time. Then, reluctantly, he explains. ]

We instigated calamities of matching elements on both the Source and the shard simultaneously. A frightfully difficult endeavour to pull off when time was inconstant between each one. We accidentally lost the Thirteenth to Darkness before we realised our error. The surge of aether would forcibly break down the barrier betwixt Source and shard and collapse them together again. We succeeded at this seven times... But as we kept trying to instigate the eighth, Rhea'li would foil our plans. We had laid several of them and each one fell short.

Calamities... [ Their brow furrows once more as they frown deeply. ]

Then that means you killed entire worlds? [ It's impossible for them to keep the disapprovement out of their tone. As someone who has ever fought for the lives of others, they find it difficult to approve of such a plan. ]

There was no other way!

[ He spits this out past gritted teeth. His fists clench on the table. ]

If you could see the way I do, you would have wept. Mankind were reduced to less than animals! They were barely fit to be called our people. Every shard we rejoined to the Source made them that much hardier. I actually began to hope we could salavage the mess Hydaelyn made of our star.

No other way? Hades there is always another way!

[ They stand one more, voice rising. ]

Reduced as they might have been they were still living beings with thoughts and feelings of their own!

Well, you weren't there to find another way, were you?!

[ His chair screeches along the floor as he, too, surges to his feet. ]

No, you went off to gods know where and disappeared! You didn't respond when I tried to contact you either, and by the time Venat and her faction made their decision to sunder the world, it was too late! We went from thirteen to three before we even had time to draw breath - and we only survived at all because I made the impulsive decision to abandon my body and flee to the void between worlds with our Emissary!

[ His voice has risen to a furious shout now. His chest feels tight. This is exactly why he didn't want Azem to know. What were any of them supposed to do alone? ]

If you want to blame anyone for this then blame Venat for slaughtering them in the first place! She took her blade and carved them into so many pieces that not a single one remembered who they used to be! All we did was try to piece them back together!

Azem's hands slam down on the table, the resulting impact causing snacks and tea to spill. That goes ignored in favor of yelling at Emet-Selch.

Oh! So somehow it's my fault you couldn't come up with a better solution?!

Given all you've told me, did it occur to you that maybe I couldn't respond? [ They hate to think that they left in search of answers only to perish but if things were as bad as he says it's a possibility that hangs in their mind. If things were so dire they could even see themself not summoning someone to aid them.

As for the rest, they respond by straightening up and glaring at him. They stand silently for a moment before turning and heading for the door.

They pause just before reaching the door and sucking a breath. ]

I need to talk to Elidibus and Rhea'li. [ They don't leave. Not yet. They know walking about after this would only hurt Emet-Selch further. They know him well enough to know that he's lashing out because he's hurt. ]

[ He glares at the spilt tea and fallen snacks. He had expected Azem to walk out regardless. Even though he has braced himself for it, it still hurts. ]

Fine, then. Go. Leave. I've already spent the last twelve thousand years without you; you don't need to spare my feelings.

If that's how you want this to be, then fine!

[ They yell back before storming out, slamming the door behind them. They pause on the other side, jaw and fists clenched for a moment before walking off. They want to be anywhere that isn't here so they can cool off before contacting Elidibus and Rhea'li. ]

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