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_{being an empyrean was, truthfully, incredibly boring. shigure had been itching to get back out, to see the rest of the world, but it isn’t until he can feel melchior leave his post that shigure actually does it. if the old man gets to take off like that, then why shouldn’t he?}

_{he makes a beeline for loegres- pendrago, whatever. the world sure has changed a lot since he’s been out and about, but one thing he knows for certain is that a certain cat shaped seraph is here.} 

_{he can feel her blessing across the city, and he smiles as he enters the old shrinechurch, which feels like an anchor the life and time he lost to his brother’s blade, and his rebirth as musiphe.}

_{“hey morgrim, you here?” he calls out, his voice filling the main hall of the shrinechurch, where the humans around him remained relatively quiet in contrast.}

she’s sunbathing, draped across a spot warmed by sunlight. the familiar voice rouses her from her slumber and she stretches, blinking slowly over at the source of the sound.

ah…it’s him, indeed.

“lorrrrd musiphe,” she purrs, padding up to him, immediately rubbing up against his leg when she reaches him. “it has been far too long. i suppose you aren’t here for very long, however. we all felt the change.”

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_{“zaveid?” lailah called out quietly as she untied her sandals, setting them neatly by the bed. the others were asleep already- how edna managed to fall asleep sitting up while not leaning against anything, lailah would never know.} 

_{what she did know, however, is that despite being the one to suggest sleeping, zaveid was still standing, looking rather lost at the ruins around him, his body clearly tense.} 

_{“come lay down next to me. there’s enough space for both of us.”}

lailah’s voice startles him, but he steels himself quickly enough so as to not show it; he simply turns toward her, a tired attempt at a flirtatious smile on his face.

“naughty, naughty, lailah~” he tries, though his voice is strained. he can’t- he can’t get comfortable in this place, not when he knows so distinctly what lies below.

“…i don’t need to rest, i’m all right. i’ll keep watch.”

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_{“zaveid, wait up!” despite her best efforts to keep up with the wind seraph, lailah still fell behind as she tried to burn away the cobwebs that seemed to fill the tintagel ruins, so she wouldn’t walk into them.} 

_{she’s worried about him, deeply. from the fight at the sanctuary to the way he made a beeline for the tintagel ruins after, zaveid’s been acting like a man possessed. he’s still hurt badly, and she wishes he’d just sit still and let her heal him, if only a little bit.}

                                                              _{“zaveid!”}

seeing melchior’s face lit a fire in his chest that hasn’t burned in a long, long time, and zaveid knows, oh he knows, that if that man has gotten off his lazy ass to make history repeat, then those ruins have to go.

they can never be used again.

it took them a long time to even get into the ruins, having long since fallen into disrepair - the last occupants were the scattered bones, so long ago. but once they’re in, it takes him little time to rip through, he does pause, at the mural, and he can see the layers of dust that are less built up in the shapes of hands of two excited boys seeing the world for the first time, and for a moment, there’s a pang of guilt.

he can come back to this. first, he needs to find what he’s looking for.

and find it he does, the switch to the door tucked away in a corner, leading to longer-untouched corridors and hallways; the purple miasma of malevolence hangs heavy, with lingering emotions of a woman long long gone and her angry lover. long rotted corpses of cultists lie as clothed skeletons as he finally stops in the center of the chamber, the walls and floor scorched and stained with blood, both human and malak.

the stone echoes as he falls to his knees with a thud, staring up at the devices on the walls, hanging from the ceiling. all stained black-brown with old blood and gore.

he doesn’t really realize lailah is there.

melchior mayvin retire bitch