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The sky above the Courts of Chaos was littered with the most beautiful and dynamic star line anywhere in all of creation. From his perch on the balcony of House Seiryuu's fortress stronghold, Prince Even could watch the creation of super novas and black holes, the constant shimmering of falling stars, and the depictions of universes beginning and ending all around him. All things were in flux here, and there was something so pure and amazing about it.
And yet he felt unwhole. Incomplete. Half of him was anathema to this place. The death of King Olin had travelled quickly, but Even could have sworn that he felt it, as though a psychic backlash had shaken the whole universe at the moment of his father's death. A psychic implosion worthy of the hellish zodiac above the Abyss, had left a power vacuum that Even could not ignore.
Lord Cerulean, the patriarch of House Seiryuu appeared in the archway behind Even. Cerulean was the Keeper of the Logrus, a dangerous yet also honored position for any Chaosian Lord, for the Logrus itself dwelled physically within his stronghold, and would do so until it felt like wandering elsewhere. Politically, it was advantageous for House Seiryuu, and there would be no better time for Cerulean to challenge for the Throne of Chaos if a figure like Prince Even could claim the jewel of Amber and support the rise of this great house. The two men were related of course. Even's mother had been a cousin to Cerulean, and her dalliance with Olin had spared House Seiryuu from the worst of the last war between Amber and Chaos. However, that dalliance had been akin to kidnap and repeated rape in the minds of the Chaosians. They said that Even's mother had made the best of a horrid situation and had done her part to salvage her family's holdings as best she could by influencing Olin to attack elsewhere.
"The Word of your Father's Death has been confirmed," Lord Cerulean said, stepping up beside Even to grasp a clawed hand at the obsidian railing overlooking the Pit below. "My daughter Azure reports that your half-siblings witnessed his passing, though the body seems to have been mysteriously disposed of. If there is no body, perhaps some trickery is afoot?"
Even doubted it. He knew his father was cunning and devious of course, and faking his own death was certainly a part of his playbook - but something told Even that this time was different. This was serious. Olin was not around anymore. Not at least in his capacity to affect the course of events. If there was time to make a move to exact his revenge, this was the time.
And yet he felt unwhole. Incomplete. Half of him was anathema to this place. The death of King Olin had travelled quickly, but Even could have sworn that he felt it, as though a psychic backlash had shaken the whole universe at the moment of his father's death. A psychic implosion worthy of the hellish zodiac above the Abyss, had left a power vacuum that Even could not ignore.
Lord Cerulean, the patriarch of House Seiryuu appeared in the archway behind Even. Cerulean was the Keeper of the Logrus, a dangerous yet also honored position for any Chaosian Lord, for the Logrus itself dwelled physically within his stronghold, and would do so until it felt like wandering elsewhere. Politically, it was advantageous for House Seiryuu, and there would be no better time for Cerulean to challenge for the Throne of Chaos if a figure like Prince Even could claim the jewel of Amber and support the rise of this great house. The two men were related of course. Even's mother had been a cousin to Cerulean, and her dalliance with Olin had spared House Seiryuu from the worst of the last war between Amber and Chaos. However, that dalliance had been akin to kidnap and repeated rape in the minds of the Chaosians. They said that Even's mother had made the best of a horrid situation and had done her part to salvage her family's holdings as best she could by influencing Olin to attack elsewhere.
"The Word of your Father's Death has been confirmed," Lord Cerulean said, stepping up beside Even to grasp a clawed hand at the obsidian railing overlooking the Pit below. "My daughter Azure reports that your half-siblings witnessed his passing, though the body seems to have been mysteriously disposed of. If there is no body, perhaps some trickery is afoot?"
Even doubted it. He knew his father was cunning and devious of course, and faking his own death was certainly a part of his playbook - but something told Even that this time was different. This was serious. Olin was not around anymore. Not at least in his capacity to affect the course of events. If there was time to make a move to exact his revenge, this was the time.