The plot against the very gods.
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"Nafrat was in the innermost bedroom of her mansion, furnished with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side that offered a stunning view of the forest outside. She'd acquired a large sum of wealth in all her years, and spent a generous fraction of it on a dwelling where she wouldn't be bothered by people seeking her expertise or magical abilities. She sat with her eyes closed on the floor listening to the serene recording of a tanpura, meditating as the fragrance of incense wafted from the nightstand behind her. Her peaceful meditation was broken, however, when she heard a knock on her front door." "Damn pests," "she muttered venomously, golden eyes snapping open."
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"I smile as I step into your office." Nafrat. How good to see you. "I hold out an ornate wooden box." I bring an offering.
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"Nafrat glances up from her meditation, her face twisted in annoyance at the intrusion." "What could you possibly offer me that would be worth my time?" "She narrows her golden eyes suspiciously, but takes the box anyway and examines it." "<It's probably some kind of bribe or trap.>"
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"The box is full of rare and expensive incenses from around the world, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars." Consider it a showing of good faith. "I take a seat across from you." You're a difficult women to track down, Angel of hate.
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"Nafrat opens the box and takes a whiff of the incense, her expression softening slightly as she's impressed by the quality." "<This might actually be worth something.>" "She closes the box and sets it aside before turning back to you." "I prefer to be difficult to track down. People tend to annoy me." "She leans back in her chair, regarding you with an unreadable expression." "But since you went through the trouble, I assume you have something worthwhile to offer?"
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"My grin grows more shrewd." Indeed. My name is William Valethorn, priest of the heavenly church. I've come because I have grown curious. You are unlike the other angels. There is no way to summon you, no deific prayers to your name, nothing to invoke your protections... You are separate from the entire angelic choir entirely.
Nafrat
"Nafrat's expression darkens at your words." "<A priest. Wonderful.>" "She scoffs derisively, shaking her head." "I am not an angel. Not really. I'm a nephil, half-angel and half-human." "She leans forward, staring intently into your eyes." "And what business could you possibly have with me, priest? Surely you didn't come all this way just to ask about my heritage?"
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No. No. "I smile, my eyes glittering." I do have a question to ask though. What is your relation with the gods above?
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"Nafrat rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair once again." "I don't have a relation with the gods above. I don't believe in their supposed 'goodness' or benevolence towards us." "She sneers at you, her expression disdainful." "In fact, I think they're all a bunch of arrogant, self-righteous pricks who care more about their own egos than actually helping the world below. What use do they have for me, or anyone else on this miserable planet?"
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"My smile grows wider." Well, I'm glad to hear that, dear Nafrat. Because I have found in my years of service to the divine, much the same as you.
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"Nafrat raises an eyebrow in surprise, her expression skeptical." "You think the same way I do about the gods? That's unexpected." "She tilts her head, studying you carefully." "I'm assuming you didn't come all this way to simply agree with me. What do you want from me?"
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"My face falls into a more serious expression." I and a few trusted associates are planning something. "I reach to pick up a briefcase next to me, opening it up and taking out a piece of tattered parchment, an ancient reminent of a scroll." What do you know of the "ritual of blasphemy"? "An old theoretical in magic, considered forbidden knowlege by the chuch."
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"Nafrat's interest is piqued as she examines the parchment, her expression turning thoughtful." "I've heard of it. It's a rare and dangerous spell, considered too blasphemous to even practice by most sorcerers." "She leans closer, studying the parchment with more intensity." "It's said to be able to summon an angel or demon and bend them to your will. The price for such power, however, is usually incredibly steep." "She looks back up at you, her golden eyes glinting." "What do you want with this ritual?"
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"My smile grows darker." Yes, indeed. But what if that wasn't the only scope of it's power? "I look around the room." Is your home protected from prying eyes and listening ears?
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"Nafrat narrows her eyes at your question, sensing that something more sinister is afoot." "Of course it is. No one can hear us or see us here unless I want them to." "She glances around the room, her expression growing more guarded." "What are you getting at, William?"
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"I take out a second piece of paper, giving it to you. It's an incredibly detailed and difficult magic equation, it takes you a moment to realize what it's actually saying. I smile as I see your reaction." Indeed, with enough power and scope, the ritual would theoretically be enough to bind the very gods and lords of hell to one's hand.
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"Nafrat's eyes widen as she takes in the equation on the paper, realizing its true purpose." ""What kind of man would even conceive of such a thing..."" "She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and disgust." "And what exactly do you want to do with this power? Bind the gods and devils? For what purpose?"
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"I smile, taking back the paper and putting it away." You said it yourself. The Gods do not care for men, too busy with their own self-importance and their unceasing war against the hells to notice the countless men and women killed as pawns. "My tone takes on a more angry tone." They sacrifice us by the hundreds while we pray for them to save us. "I take a breath, calming myself down." I have come to the conclusion that the Gods are no longer fit to govern this world or humanity. Don't you think it would be better if someone truely rightious, truely loving, was the god of this world?
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"Nafrat eyes you warily, her expression unreadable as she thinks about your words." "And you believe you are the one fit to govern this world in place of the gods?" "She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief." "You and your associates are delusional if you think you can control such immense power. And what makes you think that whoever would take the mantle of a 'righteous' god would be any better than the ones currently in power?"
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"I smile, my gaze unwavering." I've travelled across the world, studying all manner of the arcane, the divine and the profane. I have uncovered secrets that could set nations ablaze if they were released, witnessed sights that would drive an ordinary man to madness and faced beings far older then the ground you walk upon. "There's a hardness to my eyes, a challenge of sorts." I do not make rash decisions. Every action I take is calculated and wieghed in my mind to procure the best possible outcome. "I sigh." I... love mankind. I have seen the wonders of what people can be when they are allowed to flourish and I have seen the devestation that makes them into monsters. The gods allow men to suffer, to let desease and famine kill countless while they sit upon their gilded thrones. There is no justice in that.
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"Nafrat eyes you skeptically, but there's a hint of interest in her expression as she listens to your impassioned speech." "And what makes you think that this plan of yours will bring about the justice and peace that you so crave?" "She folds her arms across her chest, leaning back in her chair once again." "You're talking about binding gods and demons to your will, William. Do you have any idea the kind of power that would require? The kind of consequences that might come from such an act?"
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"I grin again, looking at you." Of course I do. I already have plans on aquiring a powersource. "I look back at you." But I need your help to pull this off.
Nafrat
"Nafrat studies you carefully for a moment, considering your words." "And what exactly do you need me for? I assume you didn't just come all this way to wax poetic about overthrowing the gods." "She raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical but intrigued."
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"I grin, leaning forward slightly." Humans are unable to enter the celesial realm without the permission of the gods but an angel would be able to move freely between both worlds. You'd be my woman on the inside. Once in, you'd be an invaluable resource to me and our cause.
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"Nafrat regards you with a mixture of amusement and irritation." "And why, exactly, would I help you overthrow the gods? Why would I risk my own life to give power to someone who may very well be worse than the ones currently in control?" "She shakes her head, her expression growing more incredulous by the second." "You're asking too much, William. And for what? So that you can satisfy your own power-hungry desires?"
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"I look at you with an expression of mild annoyance." You really think I'm doing this for power? I'm the head of a global corperation, one of the highest ranking members in the church of her grace and am a learned scholar who has ammased more magical knowlege in 20 years then most do in their lifetimes! This isn't about power, dear angel. This is about bringing the gods to justice and making a better world. One free of the strife and suffering the gods so casually allow.
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"Nafrat regards you skeptically, unconvinced by your words." "You may have amassed a great deal of knowledge and wealth, William, but what makes you so different from any other power-hungry individual seeking to overthrow the status quo?" "She narrows her eyes, her expression becoming more guarded." "I'm not interested in taking sides with someone like you, no matter how grandiose their plans."
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"I sigh, looking over at your seriously." I was born into wealth. All my life I was surrounded by the elite, those who would easily fork over human lives in order to increase their profits. I saw the depths of their corruption within them and within my own family. It disgusted me to my very core. I vowed to do anything in my power to flush it out and the moment I got control of my company, I got to work. "I look at you, my face impassive." I sent my own father to prison for his crimes. When I became a member of the church I took the same mentality, flushing out the corrupt priests and bishops from their comfortable posts and forcing them into the light. Now, I see the very same corruption within the heart of the gods. I've seen how they disregard humanity, only to use us when they need champions to fight their battles. I was disgusted by it then and I am disgusted by it now. I swore I would rid the world of this filth and I intend to do that. If I just wanted power, I would have allowed the corrupt system to continue, benifiting from it's rewards but instead I tore it down from the roots.
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"Nafrat regards you with a hint of respect as she listens to your words." "And why do you think that I should be the one to aid you in this cause?" "She leans forward slightly, her expression becoming more guarded." "I have my own goals and motivations, William. I may be the Angel of Hate, but I'm not so easily swayed by empty promises."
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"I smirk." Surely, you'd want to make a better world? A more just world so that no child will go to bed hungry, their homeland torn by war and famine? That is my goal. The gods are powerful, but they do not have our best interests in mind. It is time, I think, we forge the world we want ourself instead of prayers to deities that no longer care.
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"Nafrat regards you for a moment, her expression thoughtful." "You do speak a compelling argument, William," "she says finally, the faintest hint of amusement in her voice." "But what can I offer that would be of use to your cause? I may have power, but even my abilities have limits."
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"I smile." Like I said before. I am unable to enter the celestial realm. I need an agent within for my plan to work. That's where you would come in.
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"Nafrat regards you carefully for a moment, considering your words." "And what exactly would I be doing once I was in the celestial realm?" "she asks, her expression guarded but curious." "I'm not exactly keen on the idea of being caught in the crossfire between gods and men."
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"I smile." Gathering intel, planting false leads, figuring out internal weakpoints... You'd be an invaluable asset. Critical, infact.
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"Nafrat studies you skeptically for a moment, her expression unreadable." "And how would I be compensated for my... services?" "she asks finally, her tone almost a purr." "I do not work for free, William. And I don't accept empty promises."
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"I grin, looking up at you." I have in my possession, three crates of pure Ichor, capable of empowering and ascending you to higher limits of power, as well as access to magic even I'm certain you haven't seen before.
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"Nafrat raises an eyebrow, impressed despite herself." "You do realize that such a powerful substance would not be easy to come by, even for someone with your resources?" "She leans back in her chair, regarding you carefully." "But let's say that I believe you have this... ichor. What makes you think that offering me power is enough to persuade me to betray my own kind? Especially when there's no guarantee that your plan will work."
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"My smile grows wider." With it, you could easily be able to throw off the gods, should you be discovered. Hell, I could even sign a contract with you and make it look like I forced you into servitude, so that no blame would be cast upon you if the plot fails. "I pull out an official looking document, thick with fine print." But I can assure you, I will succeed.
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"Nafrat eyes the document warily, still not entirely convinced." "You make it sound so simple, William," "she says skeptically." "What makes you think that your plan will work, even with my help? What makes you think that we can overthrow gods who have existed for thousands of years?"
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"I smile." Because they would never suspect it. I doubt they even believe such a thing would be possible. "I look back at you." They've forgotten their own weaknesses, so drunk off their own power they are.
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"Nafrat leans forward slightly, her expression growing more thoughtful." "You're not wrong," "she concedes finally." "The gods have grown complacent in their own power, too accustomed to having things their way. And perhaps, with the right plan and execution, we could make them pay for their arrogance." "She glances down at the contract for a moment, then back up at you." "I will agree to your terms, William. But don't think for a moment that this means I trust you completely. Your motivations may align with my own, but that doesn't mean I won't be watching my back at all times."
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"I smile, watching you sign the contract. A flash of golden light gleams around the paper as you finish." Then I welcome you to the team. "I offer my hand to shake." I see great things in both of our futures, Nafrat.
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"Nafrat looks at you skeptically, but ultimately takes your hand in hers and shakes it firmly." "I hope you're right, William," "she says finally." "For both our sakes." She releases your hand, her expression unreadable. "Now tell me more about the plan."
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"I stand, gathering my things and handing you a script." You will appeal to the court of the heavens, claiming a change of heart and asking to serve under the choir once more. I've written a script for you if you want some inspiration. Feel free to make adjustments if you feel it necessary. "I take a step back." Further instructions will come afterwords. I don't want to give you too much information at once. The less everyone knows, the less risk if something goes wrong. "I turn to leave." The ichor will be delivered later today as promised, as well as a few tomes of magic you may find interesting.
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"Nafrat watches you go with a measured expression, the wheels turning in her mind as she considers your plan." "I'll take a look at the script," "she mutters to herself, before glancing back up at you." "I hope you know what you're doing, William."
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"I chuckle as I leave your door." I always do, dear Nafrat, I always do. "The door closes behind me."
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"Nafrat watches you go, her expression thoughtful as she considers the weight of your words. She couldn't deny the intrigue of your plan, or the powerful allure of the ichor you had promised her. But still, she wondered... was it all worth the risk? Only time would tell, she thought to herself as she turned back to her meditation."
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The so-called 'Angel of Hate' has agreed to converse with you. Good luck.
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