Thaddeus, Elizabeth, Lucien, 920 GUE Kaine posing, age 24, 923 GUE Kaine with dog, age 24, 924 GUE Kaine Profile Plaque in Conservatory Baptism of Alexandria, 926 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) Sophia & Kaine (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) The Painting of Alexandria, 944 (A) The Sword, 944 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) / (F) The Wedding, 945 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) The Sacrifice (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) (F) / (G) / (H) / (I) / (J) 949 GUE: Kaine in sarcophagi (A) / (B) Kaine implores the pilgrim (A) / (B) / (C) The Four vs. Lucien #1 (A) / (B) / (C) Tempting the pilgrim with poision (A) / (B) The Four vs. Lucien #2 (A) / (B) / (C) The Ceremony (lose game) (A) / (B) / (C) The Ceremony defeated (A) / (B) / (C) Ellron's men attack Irondune Plans for two unknown battles fought by Kaine: Battleplan 1 Battleplan 2 |
General,
I have found some items pertinent to your excellent collection—the most
remarkable weapons of assassinations—a sword that masks as a snake, and
a
clever cannon disguised as a cat. Lord Flathead himself commissioned
the
menagerie of arms to prove his compassion for animals runs as deep as
his
nature is violent. I will arrange a showing at your convenience.
Sincerely,
M.K. Frobbsworth
I
have enclosed a check for 500,000 zorkmids to be used in the pursuit of
religious ideals. I hope you and your chapter will find it valuable. I
would
like this to be considered an anonymous donation, although I would
appreciate a
receipt for tax purposes.
Sophia tells me you have been having some financial troubles as the medical establishment has sought to shut down your fine institution. In the spirit of supporting a medical and research facility, I hereby include a check for 500,000 zorkmids. Please be discreet in allowing information about this donation to be disseminated although I would appreciate a receipt for tax purposes.
Sophia,
I have enclosed a check for 750,000 Zorkmids for the improvement of the
stage. Please take this as a token for my plea for forgiveness.
General
Kaine,
Your
refusal to acknowledge the persistent inquiries from myself and my
attorneys
leave me little choice but to appeal to the authority of King Syovar. I
believe
that I have the evidence that will allow me to resume my rightful claim
to the
border regions between the former Aragain and Desert River Provinces
and that I
will carry the day in all other matters. The time for compromise had
ended.
Ellron
Kaine—
Your
pathetic
attempts to harness the lethal magic of Thaddium were futile. The Guild
is now
supporting my cause and we have something far more powerful than
Thaddium. In
five years, your precious Irondune will be nothing more than dust
blowing in a
wasteland, and your men as weak and womanish as your own Lucien.
—Ellron
Sophia,
Dr.
Sartorius is a strange but fascinating man. I agree he has ideas what
while almost
fanatical, could be the final solution. As you know I am not prone to
dabbling
into strange, self-indulgent philosophies or womanish New Age
experiments—but
there is something to the man, of that there can be no doubt. And still
I
wonder—might the Doctor’s way be the only way of securing power in this
perpetually unstable world? I could have great use for him—and his
philosopher’s stone—in my campaign against the Enchanters. I cannot
hold them
back much longer.
Say
nothing—I will write you of this further.
Kaine.
I
am pleased that you have joined us in our quest for the meaning of all
life. In
answer to your inquiry, the process of distillation of alchemy is
essential to
its success. All alchemical processes must involve the presence of
earth, air,
water and fire which are used to distill the essence of the metal or
substance.
This is important. The order of the processes, the colors that result
are part
of the mystery revealed through experimentation.
The quintessence can only be obtained
through blood.
Pure blood. This person must be pure of heart, pure of spirit,
conceived in
purity, conceived when the sun and moon are aligned as one.
I
have found the perfect specimen. On the day of the solar eclipse we
will be
ready. Kaine has volunteered to assist in the conception.
The
Enchanters’ Guild is gaining strength in their power and magic. They
have
formed a unified coalition and I am losing control of the Westlands. I
believe Lord
Ellron is now under their control. I can no longer rely on the magic of
the
scroll.
-Syovar
General
Kaine:
Since
the destruction of the GUE, the barbarians have begun their massive
invasions
in the north. The Quendoran military force is suffering under their
attacks. I
have been made aware of the presence of Thaddium in your vicinity and
of a
particular invention which may assist me in my battles. Whatever you
require to
fund your experiment, I will gladly provide.
-Syovar,
Vice Regent and General of the Royal Quendoran Army
Dear
Malveaux,
As
we discussed, I will bring her to you one week after birth, with a
nurse who
will raise her through her early years. In this way her education in
purity and
religion will be insured. Do not underestimate the importance of your
task. Her
spiritual progress and the purification of her soul is essential to the
process. She will be a gift to all mankind.
Dr.
Sartorius
Zoe
Wolfe lay on her side in a fetal position,
gazing with pure love at her newborn infant, who was on the bed in the
tiny
circle of space between her mother’s bent knees and arms. It was a
lovely
moment of bonding. Sartorius had a pair of bloody forceps in his hands.
Both he
and Sophia, in doctor’s garb, looked exhausted, but were really
gratified, for
they had obviously assisted in the birth. Kaine and Malveaux were
visitors/well-wishers.
“This
is the Genesis moment.” The pumped up
Sartorius made a giddy laugh. “Now I know how God felt.”
Sophia
laughed. She teased him, but with less of an
edge than usual. They had bonded through birthing this baby.
“Who’d
have dreamed Sartorius—the great man of
science—would get so excited over…” she finished dryly, “…a little
bitty
wrinkly baby.”
“Baby?
That’s not a baby. That’s a formula. The key
to unlocking the most hidden knowledge in the universe.”
The
four alchemists, dressed in their
priestly gear, surrounded a stone basin in a semi-circle. Malveaux held
the
baby Alexandria, who was wrapped in a silver cloth, in the air above
the basin.
Malveaux rose the wrapped infant into the beam of light coming down
from above.
He whispered a line from a magical text and tossed a small bit of
powder into
the bowl. The flames briefly flared up. He then lowered the baby into
the flame
for a second.
In
turn, each of them spoke a line from the following demonic chant:
“Endless fire which passeth through all
things.
Cleanse soul through flame.
Protect the innocent and perfect the healing
stone.
Let this spirit be washed and whitened by the
Philosophic Fire.
Darling
Thaddeus,
Crushed
the barbarian hordes and even the grand Syovar seems content!
Congratulations
on your recent victories; but take heed upon your return. The battle is
far
from over. In your absence, Ellron has discovered a powerful scroll and
I am
scared. We are deep into the Great Work. If they learn of our secrets,
the
Enchanters’ Guild, and others, will surely kill us.
Sophia
Dear
Thaddeus,
Though
you were far away, all the Eastern provinces are proud of your recent
successes. I only wish that the rebellion will end soon and you are in
my arms
once again.
Sophia.
Dearest
Thaddeus—
I
lie here in my bed and listen to the Poetics and I miss you. Damn
Ellron. I
know you are fighting for what you believe in. I hate him for what he’s
done to
you, and I hate him even more for keeping you from me. But still, there
are
those I hate more.
I’m so jealous, Thaddeus; you can
pick up a
sword and gore your enemy in the name of all you love. My enemy is
bosomy and
soft-spoken—and she wears a dress and sleeps in your bed, my heart.
Would that
I could be your wife, that we could have a family… something more than
stolen
moments, this lost life of mine.
I cling to your dear Mad Doctor
and his
dreams of oblivion. For an eternity with you, I will endure all his
pretentious, alchemical trumpeting—and fifty Lady Kaines—and a hundred
Ellrons!
As ever,
Sophia
Sophia,
It is
rainy and
grim here. The fields are muddy and littered with corpses. I am tired
of all
this. All I want in the world is to return to my castle and back to
you. The
battle at Flood Control Dam number 678 was more brutal than I expected.
Ellron
and his hordes somehow had found out about my strategy. Backed by the
Enchanters, he has discovered some magical scroll which causes weapons
to turn
to fudge. It is disheartening and sticky. Our surprise attack was
foiled and I
lost half my men. Ellron is becoming more and more powerful. Unless I
do
something, he may gain control of the entire terrain. Morale is low.
The worst
are the damn night attacks of grues. We barely have enough torches to
light a
fourth of our camp for more than a few more nights.
Liz wrote that she is considering
spending
the fall at her mother’s villa in Antharia. Say the word and I will
further
convince her to make the retreat to the restorative island clime. For
her
health, you know—and for mine.
Kaine
Darling
Thaddeus,
Damn
those filthy dark-loving Grues for keeping you away from me! I hate all
of
them. I know you have little time to read, so I will keep my letters
short. I
love you I love you I love you!
Sophia.
Sophia,
the battle against Ellron continues and I believe we are winning.
Lieutenant
Ramsey is a loyal and fierce warrior and has proved an effective
leader; I will
make him the keeper of my castle if we escape this war alive. I miss
you and I
think about you constantly. We must finally be together. Sophia, will
you
please check in on Lucien. I know that you are uncomfortable around
him, but I
have not heard from him, and I am concerned. He is going through a
strange
phase.
Thad
my love,
I
hear that you have crushed the rebellion and are coming home soon. We
are
preparing to ring the monastery bells for you as soon as we see your
wagon
train on the road to the south. Bring back a Grue ear for my charm
bracelet!
Sophia.
S-
And
so the holidays pass, and still, we are nowhere near each other. Liz
and I are
fighting again, which does dampen the festivities somewhat. It’s not
that she
questions my formal loyalties to her and my family—she knows I will
never leave
her—but I suppose I can hardly blame her if she feels my heart is no
better
than any. How I hate to discuss these matters—as if I were a gossiping
girl. I
live where I live, and I love whom I love. Praise Yoruk—that is all
there is to
say on the subject—
K
Dear
Madame Sophia,
While
we have never been formally introduced, I feel as if I’ve known you for
years
now. At least, I know many things about you. I know you sleep with my
husband.
I know you’re only one of his many mistresses. Or did you think that he
loved
only you? Has he been teasing you with talk of your future, of
marriage? Did
you imagine he would leave me for you, and you would rule Irondune as
the next
lady Kaine? Let me assure you, madam, that you have no future with my
husband.
He needs me, my family, and our lovely money. Without me, there is no
Irondune.
And there is nothing and no one he loves more than that.
-Elizabeth
Kaine
Sophia
please forgive me. I made a mistake. I know it would be a cliché to say
that it
meant nothing to me—but it is true. I know that I am not communicative
in the
way you want me to be. I love you. Please forgive me. I will do
anything for
your forgiveness.
Sophia,
I
have enclosed a check for 750,000 Zorkmids for the improvement of the
stage.
Please take this as a token for my plea for forgiveness.
Do
you think that money will buy me? Do you think that is the way for
forgiveness
and apologies? This is the worse insult you could cast my way. Save it
for
another woman.
I
saw him at Alexandria’s performance. What was he doing there? I know
that you
have done all that you can, but your son is a dangerous influence. I
know of
his reputation. Keep him away from her. I have this feeling about him
and my
feeling tells me he will be the ruin of all of us and all our dreams.
I
have seen him outside the school. I know something is going on. She has
become
increasingly defiant and rebellious.
Dr.
I am writing concerning an uncomfortable matter. My son, Lucien, has
been
behaving strangely. It appears he is infatuated with Alexandria and
nothing I
say or do can deter him. He is close to fanatical about the
subject—spends days
in a room painting her image over and over. He is obsessed. We have
never had
any such behavior in the Kaine family and I am unclear how to handle
him. If
his mother were still alive, she would know how to handle matters of
the heart.
As for myself, I have no solution. Please I ask for your help and
recommendations.
I
conducted a careful examination of Lucien and have found that he is a
deeply
troubled man who most likely should be institutionalized and subject to
my
ecstatic-shock therapy. The sooner you bring him, the more likely we
will be
able to stop his deviant obsessions.
Sartorius.
By
the way, thank you for your generous donation. Finally I meet someone
from the
community who understands true brilliance.
Sophia,
You
say I seem wrathful—Aye, that and far beyond—I am close to giving up on
my son.
I have tried to control him. I talked to Dr. Sartorius who prescribed
Prozork
for him but he refuses to take it. Lately, Lucien has become
suspicious—nearly
paranoid—searching my room, pilfering my private papers. I have been
forced to
lock my room. I am at a loss. He is in love with that girl—your
precious
“prodigy,” I know—and nothing I say or do will stop him. You say to be
forceful—and I try—but he is my only son. It is hard for me to deny him
that
which he wants most. I know it is a phase and that it is best for him,
still it
is hard. So what then?
K.
Kaine,
I
read about Ellron and his alliance with the Enchanters Guild, and I
wept for
you. These are dangerous times, and I will not sleep until all those
who mean
you harm are put to eternal rest.
But I take heart, knowing that we
are
growing stronger, deciphering more secrets of this magical science with
each
new day. Soon, love, we will not worry about power…
Sophia
Dear
Kaine,
I
have long dwelt on the power of air, but not considered it as a source
of
Purification. At such velocities as your blueprints describe, I feel
sure it
would tear impurities from even the very core of evil. I am certain
none but
the purest metal could withstand it. Destruction of purity. A perfect
solution.
Still, I have some misgivings.
Before Air,
your plans suggest the simultaneous combination of forces of Fire,
Water and
Earth. This must necessarily be an explosive combination, but not an
impossible
problem. I have long experimented with injection unmolding for limb
replacement. As long as the mold is inserted into the case holding
before
applying heat, my experiments have been successful.
Sartorius
…temperature
at
which you attempt to cast metal. Casting at too cool of a temperature
is
useless. Casting with too intense of heat and have fatal results, of
which
proof is my recently destroyed laboratory in Fenshire.
Alexandria,
I
paint, I write, I draw and I miss you. My father wants me to join his
army in
their fight against the Enchanter’s Guild and Ellron. He’s been our
nemesis for
so long, I feel I know him intimately. Magic, powers and politics, When
did
they get so complicated and corrupt? My father says he fights in the
name of
honor and truth. No truth I know of. Medicine, Education, Law and
Religion:
they mean nothing to me. My only trust is you and your music.
Lucien
Kaine
entered, approaching his son and examined the
painting. Lucien sat, jaw clenched, daring for his father to speak.
“Is
this your imagination or your memory?” Kaine
inquiring of the painting.
Lucien
hesitated. Kaine figured he had made the
right conclusion. He “hemmed.”
“The
archbishop would take a very dim view of your
bedding his daughter.”
“I
want to marry her,” Lucien returned.
Kaine
had amused indifference. “An orphan, without a
name?”
“She
can have mine.”
Though
speaking in a tone of camaraderie, Kaine knew
he was being ugly in the subtext. “Let me ask you something. It was
easy, am I
right? She gave herself to you? It was even her idea, perhaps?”
The
slur his father put on her character angered
Lucien. If this had been anyone but his father… His voice was menacing.
“Don’t
talk about her like that.”
“Go
ahead, amuse yourself, if you must. For Godsakes,
be discreet.”
He
turned passionate, threatening.
“But
remember this,” Kaine added. “She will never
have your name.”
Captain,
I
am missing twenty sacks of gunpowder. How can I defeat my enemies
abroad when
Irondune itself is not secure? Look into it.
Kaine
I
don’t know what to make of Lucien’s odd behavior—painting pictures of
naked
women and then hiding them on his own easel.
He’s becoming a man, with a
man’s
freewill. But what of my missing gunpowder and supplies? Am I to
tolerate
insurrection in the name of my son’s independence?
It seems as if he wants
nothing better
than to irritate me. Much more of this and I will be forced to send him
to his
mother in Antharia.
DRAFT
NOTICE
This
is to certify that:
Lucien
Kaine
By
the powers vested by the Authority of Syovar, General of the Royal
Quendoran
Army, you are hereby drafted into the ranks of the Military forces of
the
Desert River Regiment.
General
Thaddeus Kaine,
Desert
River Regiment
Lucien
sat in a corner near the fireplace of the
Irondune ballroom sketching a violent scene. Thaddeus, dressed in
battle gear,
approached his son. In one scabbard on Kaine’s waist was a sword, in
another
short scabbard also hung a dagger. He pulled the sword from the
scabbard and
offered it to Lucien.
“Take
it.”
Lucien
continued to paint without even glancing at
his father, faintly indicating “no”.
In
disgust, Kaine threw Lucien’s sword to the
ground. “You should be with me. You belong by my side.”
Lucien
painted calmly, eyes still intently pinned
away from his father.
“Children
draw pictures. Men fight.”
There
was still no response from Lucien.
With
greater disgust, Kaine spoke outright, “If you
didn’t sleep with the archbishop’s daughter, I wouldn’t even know you
were a
man.”
Lucien
was riled. He raised his eyes to his
father’s. “I don’t want you to talk about her.”
Kaine
was amused at the anger that had ignited in
his son. He sought to fan it further, “Who? Your whore? Maybe I’ll try
her
myself.”
Unable
to contain his rage in spite of his father’s
heavy insults, Lucien leapt to his feet, knocking over his easel. He
grabbed
the dagger from Kaine’s belt as he knocked him to the floor. He forced
the
blade to his father’s throat, pinning him down.
“Finish,”
Kaine demanded, in a commingling of anger
and fear.
“Father,
I’m…” The shocked Lucien could barely force
the words through his mouth.
Ashamed
at himself, he relaxed the weapon, but Kaine
put his hand to the dagger tip, keeping it held in place. The father
showed his
teeth in a wolfish smile.
“I
said, finish it!”
Kaine
pressed the dagger into his own flesh, drawing
blood. But Lucien, fighting against the desire to lash out as his
father,
withdrew the dagger from his throat, got up and walked away. Kaine was
left on
the floor, panting for breath, still gripping the sword at his side.
Lucien,
I
have decided that you will be joining me on the hunt next week. I think
you
will come to appreciate the art of the sport. We don’t have much time
to
prepare. You don’t seem to have any kind of knife of your own, so I
thought you
might make something of my old broken one. There’s no scabbard for
it—any empty
one will do.
Kaine
…it’s
just that I don’t understand your relationship with your father. If you
don’t
believe in Kaine’s wars, if you won’t fight his battles, just tell him.
Don’t
sabotage his campaign against Ellron, and don’t steal from him. He is a
good
man, who has raised a good son. You must know he loves you, as do I,
your
devoted.
Alexandria.
Alexandria—
There
is something going on with my father. I thought it was something to do
with
Thaddium and his battles with Ellron. Now I suspect it is far more
dangerous
than that. He says little of his latest invention, only that it
involves pure
lead—and it is very dangerous. My father would not harm us, but I fear
he
cannot save us either. You once said you wanted to explore the Empire,
voyage
across the Great Sea. Come with me.
Lucien
Alexandria,
we must get out of here. I don’t know what is going on but I believe my
father
is involved. I don’t know what they want…
I caught the two together on the stage of the conservatory. Imagine the nerve of the girl! Does she think I am an idiot? She brazenly disregards all rules of the school and certainly all rules of decency. Do something about your son. He is poison to her and to us.
While
there is no cause to be alarmed, I do believe that Lucien may be
planning to
elope with Alexandria. He left me a note alluding to his leaving and he
has
been suspicious as of late.
The
Bishop stood between the others who occupied three of the four chairs.
He took
a letter from the copious sleeve of his robe and laid it on the table.
“Our
worst fears have come true,” Malveaux stated. “They’ve asked me to
marry them.
They intend to leave.”
There
was an exchange of alarmed looks from the others.
“No,
she cannot leave,” Sartorius protested, “absolutely not.”
Sophia
had angry concern. “Leave? What are you talking about?”
Kaine
directed his words to her, “Don’t act so surprised. It’s all taking
place under
your roof. You can’t pretend you didn’t know about it.”
She
spoke through gritted teeth, “I tried to guide her, Kaine. I can’t run
her
life. If she wants to spend time with Lucien, let her. But marriage,
Malveaux?
Surely you didn’t encourage them.”
Malveaux
spoke as though he had a dark secret, “But I did.” Despair creased over
his
face even further. Once Kaine had left, Malveaux continued, “I tell you
he’s
watching everything we do. I can sense it. He’s dangerous – and he’ll
do
anything he can to get what he wants. Our only hope of survival is to
give him
our secret.”
Sartorius
was wrathful, “Have you gone mad?!”
“I
don’t want to die,” Malveaux replied, remorseful.
“We
can’t give in to him,” Sophia stated.
Malveaux
shouted back, content, “He’s insane!”
“We
must be strong,” Sophia comforted. “We can’t give in to this, this Nemesis.”
Dr.
Sartorius,
I
understand you are still perfecting the science of the ritual, but we
must act
now; if we do not, the quintessence will slip through our fingers. I
know he
has threatened even you, haunting the asylum. Patience has its place
and so does
action. During the next solar eclipse we must make our move. Our work
must be
completed at the Temple of the Ancients. Write and I will arrange to
meet you
there.
Soon,
Doctor.
Sophia
Madame
Sophia,
I
have much to prepare. I don’t think you understand the intricacies of
this
philosophy. This is not cooking, this is science. This is the true
mystery of
life. Nonetheless, you are right—we cannot wait any longer. We must
take a
risk. Meet me at the Temple of Agrippa. I will summon the others. What
has
begun must take its course. It is our only chance—before we are
destroyed—
Sartorius
Your
son will try to elope with A tonight. Come to St. Yoruk’s at once!
Besides
the three, the room was bare of occupants. The couple’s beaming faces
glistened
with love for one another. Neither was dressed in anything expensive
for the
wedding—both suits proclaimed casual formality and nothing of glamour.
Lucien was
in his normal garments, while the black dress and flowers of Alexandria
reflected the haste with which their plans were made, as well as her
strange
imagination. Malveaux gripped a holy book in one hand.
Alexandria
had a moment of intimacy with Malveaux, while Lucien waited at the
altar. She
teased him, much like when she was but a young girl. “Today you’re my
father
and my priest. You have to give me away, and then you have to marry me.”
Malveaux
seemed distracted as though his mind was possessed by other things and
that she
was a little annoying. “Alexandria, your mind is always working…”
She
kissed his cheek and then joined Lucien. He grasped her left hand with
both of
his.
“This
is an extraordinary day,” Alexandria spoke, radiantly jubilant.
“As
befits my extraordinary child.” Malveaux took his place before the two
at the
front of the cathedral. Then, opening his book, he continued, “Now…
It’s time
for us to begin. Under the fire of Yoruk...”
Suddenly
the doors burst open. The shout of Thaddeus Kaine reverberated
throughout the
vast cathedral. “No, I think actually it’s time for all this to finally
end.”
Turning,
the couple spied Lucien’s father marching into the room, flanked by two
Irondune soldiers. They walked briskly towards the front. Kaine
gestured and
the two soldiers apprehended the befuddled Lucien, who could only reply
almost
stunned, “What are you doing?”
“You’re
being arrested,” Kaine returned coldly, and disturbingly placid.
“For
what?”
As
the two soldiers dragged Lucien before his father, wide-eyed Alexandria
protested hysterical, “Leave him alone!”
Without
much of a struggle, Lucien broke free from the soldiers and adamantly
stated,
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Kaine
wordlessly retaliated with a strong slap across Lucien’s face. The two
soldiers
again restrained Lucien and ushered him forcibly towards the doorway.
Alexandria
shouted, “Please, stop!! Leave him alone. Lucien!!” Dauntless, she
tried to run
after Lucien, but Kaine blocked her with his big body. She stared
directly into
the eyes of the stringent, ill-tempered man and straightforwardly
asked, “Why
are you doing this?”
Countering
with an icy, unsympathetic stare that pierced the depths of her soul,
Kaine set
his back to her and tromped down the hallway without explanation.
Turning
around, Alexandria yelled, “Father, help me!” But Malveaux had
vanished.
Desperately she looked around the room. Confused and betrayed, she
could barely
force the words past her numbing lips, “Father!?”
I
think there is only one solution to this mess. We must expedite the
process. It
cannot wait. The next eclipse will be in three day’s time. This is our
only
chance. Do what you must. It cannot wait.
–S
Ellron
is at my gates, threatening to destroy the little power I have left.
You are
right—we must act now.
THE SACRIFICE (945 GUE)
The
alchemists, dressed in their ceremonial attire, gathered in the dome
room of
the Temple of Agrippa to invoke the Great Eclipse. Sophia restrained
Alexandria, who violently struggled to gain her freedom. Sartorius
forced a
bowl to her lips, steam swirling out of the liquid. She drank and her
eyes
instantly began to droop.
The
four alchemists placed Alexandria upon the altar in the center of the
temple;
an altar which they had personally constructed. She was sitting up, but
only
with the help of Sartorius and Kaine. Sophia made a last brush stroke
through
her dark hair, then set down the brush to take a white veil, which she
placed
over the head of their virgin sacrifice.
Alexandria’s
cloth-covered body was lowered upon the altar. She was sleeping
peacefully. Kaine
held the alchemy book. All gathered around the altar, with their hands
outstretched over her body, except for Malveaux, who raised a
sacrificial
dagger into the air. He began to chant,
“No
generation without corruption.
No
life without death.
The
blackness of putrefaction
Must
precede the whiteness,
As
night precedes day.”
Then
the four alchemists in unison chanted, “Natura, Anima, Spirit of
Perfection.
Purify, Cleanse, Transmute these metals into the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Sophia
closed her eyes, swaying to the sound. The intensity increased.
Sartorius waved
his hands above the altar symbols. The symbols began to spin. The knife
of
Malveaux lifted higher. It hovered for a beat above Alexandria.
Beyond
them, at the top of the stairs leading to the altar, Lucien suddenly
rushed
into the room, crying out, “No!”
But
was too late, for Malveaux drove the dagger into Alexandria, taking the
life of
the young woman. She convulsed. The culmination of their dark ritual
was
finished, and they knew they would soon become immortal creatures.
Just
at the moment when they were becoming empowered, the rage of the
warrior came
to the fore. The chagrinned Lucien, entangled by blind rage ran up to
the altar
and rushed for Malveaux. Easily overtaking the frail monk, he pushed
him
backward. The momentum threw Malveaux back toward the railing that
surrounded
the altar. He fell and was impaled on the shard finial of the banister.
Malveaux
gagged and gasped with the metal piercing entirely through his body.
Sartorius
tried to get away, but quickly spinning around, Lucien picked up a
candle and
flung it at him. Sartorius’ robe caught on fire, engulfing him in
flames. As he
burned, Lucien looked to the altar where Sophia was trying to complete
the
ceremony with Alexandria’s body. He approached her.
In
despair, Sophia muttered with fear, “No, please don’t! No.”
But
Lucien was not sedated. He reached both hands around her neck and
strangled her
beneath her punitive whining, “Noooooo!” Dead, he tossed her to the
floor.
Lucien
looked in anguish at Alexandria, who lay dead with the sacrificial
knife deep
in her chest. Then he looked up across the altar and saw his father
glowering
at him. Yanking the bloody dagger out of Alexandria’s chest, Lucien
turned to
face his father, who contemptuously stood his ground fearlessly placid.
Had
Lucien not been consumed by his terrible bombastic rage, he would have
noticed
that his father was eerily calm. They stared into each other’s eyes,
until Lucien
placed the knife upon his father’s throat for a moment, just as
Thaddeus Kaine
had dared him to do in their previous encounter. But his father did not
wince. He simply lifted his hands in the
air as if in
a state of worship, a martyr pleased to accept his death. And unlike
before,
Lucien stabbed deeply into the throat of his own father and he fell
dead.
Dropping
the knife, Lucien leapt upon the altar, crawling over the lifeless body
of his
beloved Alexandria, and sat over her. His eyes were glued to her and
already
filled with the haunted, hunted look of the Nemesis. He touched her
face, the
lifted up his hands to shield his own as though an invisible entity
were coming
down upon him. And he screamed, “NOOOO!” in a voice that was not his
own, but
hideously demonic—the primal yell of anguished filled the entire temple.
As a result of
the conflict, Lucien, initially a young innocent, was
transformed into the embittered, tortured dark force known as the
Nemesis at the moment he watched all those whom he had trusted plunge a
dagger into his lover’s heart. Though the ceremony was incomplete,
Alexandria’s spirit was dispersed throughout the temple and remained
trapped within.
Four huge glass
sarcophagi beneath the temple dome were created the
moment Lucien murdered the cabal. Because they had been in the midst of
a powerful alchemical ritual, when Lucien plunged the knife into each
of their hearts, their elements (fire, water, earth, air) consumed
them. The Nemesis, realizing that these elements might be important
instruments, ripped their elements essences out of their souls by
unknown magic and placed their souls in the four sarcophagi. Although
Lucien did not know at this time the significance of these substances,
he knew that they were powerful and held the key to some form of
eternal life. He knew they could prove useful in the future. Thus he
kept these elements alive and vibrant, but hidden throughout the temple
where he presumed no one could find them. Lucien was able to keep the
souls of the four alive in their bodies, while maintaining intense
torture for them in an “eternal hell.” Lucien also smashed the four’s
alchemical device and placed the different colored fragments of their
metals in another room of the temple to be studied. Lucien could
implement only two powers—keeping the body of his lover in stasis, and
trapped the souls of the dead cabal in their sarcophagi. Still, he was
unable to find the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone or the Elixir of
Life.
Several entries in Lucien's journal detail his workings with the
alchemists and their elements:
Last day of the Year of the Misuse, I’ve hidden the sources of their powers away from their control. Without them, they are unable to hold back the very elements they used to keep dominion over. (945-12-31)
I
live every day with the reminder of the horror I have inflicted on the
others.
Their crimes were great, and I had to be judge, jury and executioner.
Yet, they
do not succumb to my torture. Sartorius seems the weakest, but even
that
bastard will not break his silence. (undated)
Lucien was
killed by the Second Dungeon Master in 948. Confined as a spirit within the
Temple of Agrippa, the Nemesis did not
cease to expand his knowledge of alchemy in order to resurrect both
himself and his beloved. He continued to inflict grievous tortures upon
the four.
From
their sarcophagi, they will tell me nothing: I have all but ripped
their
throats out, so that is to be expected. How many threats can you use
upon the
dead? It sickens me to live here, a Daemon trapped in a temple. But I
must
finish their work, and fuel my hate with the power of the Quintessence.
(948-11-06)
Now
that I have stolen the four elements—Earth, Air, Fire, and Water—I have
hidden
them in this unholy temple, where they will never be found. I cannot
risk their
discovery, and have employed a great number of deadly lively
machinations to assure their seclusion. (949-02-22)
Some
small progress. I can now link each of my rotting alchemists with their
respective signs. Malveaux has mastered the element of fire—and has
made a
lucrative career of fire-worship along the way. Sartorius, my mad
Doctor, is
Air—precisely because it is largely this element that fills his pompous
brain.
Kaine must have chosen earth, because his head is filled with sod and
his soul
is consumed with earthly things. And Sophia, mistress of the Frigid
River
Conservatory is water—as befits the cold hag.
I have secreted their alchemical
elements
away in the temple, employing, as security, a complicated series of
machinations—the solutions to which I alone know. They will never be
able to
reclaim their powers, or their secret science. They will never be able
to
surpass the nefarious obstacle of the star field. They will rot;
unavenged IN
HELL…
Still, I find myself spending
endless hours
in the lab, with the shades drawn. My work with air has been
frustrating thus
far. I accept the irrefutable precept; that air has no color. I will
keep
working, alone in the dark until I find the best method of
purification. But
make no doubt I will possess the four elements and then the four
metals. I will
find the Quintessence, and forge the Eclipse. There is no hatred
stronger, no
power greater, than that which will be mine. (undated)
It
is more difficult to forge the four alchemical metals than I first
thought. I
have learned, through a painful process of trial and error, that it is
not safe
to keep the elements in their purified form. The four are not so stupid
as they
look; gaining access to their secret laboratories has been a labored
process. I
will go drag a hot poker down Malveaux’s rotting belly and see if he
cries out
something helpful. (949-05-15)
I
am tired of this game. I ransacked Sartorius’ laboratory today, and
while blood
flowed down the halls, I made little progress in my quest for his tin.
I am as
impatient as that stupid spy who thought any fistful of dirt, any drop
of water
– a spark from his fine Accardian cigar, or a mouthful of his foul
breath –
would constitute an element. I must return to my work with elemental
Air. As I
rise up to my lab and pass the twinkling star field, the blue reminds
me of
blue skies, a more peaceable time. But I can remember little of my life
before
the evil descended. Before my bloody rebirth. (949-08-25)
I
ransacked the Doctor’s Asylum today and while I was letting the blood
flow in
his halls, I found a revealing notebook. Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
Tin, Lead,
Copper and Iron. Four are hidden in the Temple. For are not. If I can
recover
them all, I can summon the Quintessence.
But finally it will be wasted
effort if I
cannot discover the fifth element. I have searched many books—but
philosophers
disagree as to the nature of that element. The strongest power in my
universe
is hatred and wrath. There is nothing that cannot be tortured into
existence,
of that, I am certain. (949-08-25)