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Valencia hummed. "I feel like you're up to something... But having a scapegoat to take the fall if something bad happens would be nice. Fine. I'll go." the purple haired woman said with her arms folded, giving a smirk.

Roy just gave a silent nod. Talon seemed keen on simply coming along because he was asked. He didn't seem able to look Grave in the eye. "But, where are we to go first?" Roy inquired. Talon shuddered. "Surrounded by so many mamono at night, something bad is sure to happen." he spoke with Order ingrained paranoia.
 
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"Thanks for the vote of confidence. If something does happen, I'll make sure you get everything that's coming for you." Grave deadpanned in response to Valencia, rolling his eyes. "And relax a little, Talon. As long as we don't go poking someone we shouldn't, things will be ok." He reassured the man. "As for places we could visit... I don't really know this place and I think the same goes for you three as well, so maybe we could do a little sight-seeing, check the nearby streets, take a look at how people live around here. I kinda want to stretch my legs a bit after that wagon ride." Cynder spoke with a shrug. Just walking around for a bit, making some small talk and taking the look at the city - or at least the part they were in - seemed fun.
 

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Valencia looked angry. "What? You say, let's go places and yet you don't know where the fuck we're going? I'm with Talon, this is a recipe for getting raped."

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They went outside and walked around a bit without aim. On nothing but a whimsy, they encountered what seemed to be floating cloth. "It's... Beautiful. The cloth looks like floating women." Talon described. Roy looked less pleasant, as she saw what Grave saw likely as well. "It IS women... That cloth is heavily possessed by the curse." Roy declared. Floating through the streets, what seemed like mere cloth in a suggestive shape was revealed by the mind's eye to be ghostly figures wearing those cloths. Valencia and Talon looked oblivious to the danger as they were approached. Though they did start to back away. "Oh gods damn it, I-" Valencia started to curse, before the cloth whipped at the group, entangling Valencia and Roy in their cloth with ease. Valencia looked wrapped, as if she were now wearing the cloth, and Talon seemed to be getting embraced and assaulted by a hand at his groin. "W-what's happening!? Something's touching me!" Talon cried. "-Hate you Grave!" Valencia finished out her sentence mid struggle.

Roy lifted her hands, and ushered a blast of wind. It did nothing to them. Their forms were surprisingly firm. "Shit!" Roy cursed, before she was embraced as well, the cloth wearing itself on her and the ghostly figure dipping inside of her body. Meanwhile, the rest of the ghostly figures floated towards Grave in the confusion. Their faces calm and cold.

"A chosen of fate." they each spoke, one at a time.
"So it is."
"You will be our meal tonight."
"Wandering the streets at dark, you were asking to be ambushed by lonely women."
"We will let you go in the morning, we don't like the sun."
"So surrender your cock."
"You are in no position to argue."

As they said that, Roy and Valencia's bodies moved on their own their eyes wrapped in the cloth, joining the other cloth girls. "G-grave..." Roy uttered. "I can't... Control... Body..."

Meanwhile, Valencia's cheeks looked flush while both she and Roy stripped their clothes to wear only the cloth. "I'm so hot..." Valencia whined. "I need a dick, any dick..!"

Talon had the ghostly figure's arm around his neck, while two others held his arms up. The one behind him was stroking his cock, while the pair holding his arms made light pats at his balls and a fourth was kissing and lightly licking his tip. "G-grave, I'm getting touched all over! You have t-to do something. T-they look wary of you!" he added, before the one holding him behind turned his face to kiss him and silence him.
 
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Grave tried to warn the two when he saw the cloth mamono approach. Unfortunately, he had failed to realize that unlike him and Roy, Talon and Valencia seemed incapable of perceiving their real forms. Thus, by the time he opened his mouth to speak up, they had already wandered in too close. And of course, the first one was too oblivious to react properly and the second simply blamed him. Eliciting an exasperated sigh even as he stepped back, turning to face the threat properly.

The half-blood felt frustrated. Couldn't he even enjoy an evening walk in peace? Fuck that shit, and fuck those overgrown cum rags too. They obviously weren't so powerless as to be blown away by a gust of wind - a tactical mistake on Roy's part - but the cloth was likely vulnerable to some form of assault, and their link to existence. The medium that anchored the spirit. And given their relative wariness, he was likely strong enough to cause damage. A reassuring thought, and yet it failed to improve his mood any.

Grave raised both arms, magic already surging through his body. Illusions would likely be useless. Manifesting weapons would not help him win. Physical attacks were right out. But he had one more skill to utilize, one had been practicing for some time. Flames lit up around his hands as he aimed at the group approaching him and the four around Talon. "I won't argue." He snarled, focusing his anger as he stood his ground. Not lashing out blindly like last time, using it to harden his resolve to fight instead. "I'll reduce you to ashes instead!"

Cynder let loose, weaving his threads into flames as intense as he could make them. The first stream flew towards the group facing him. The young man aimed to avoid hitting Valencia or Roy, but all the floating ones were free game as far as he was concerned. If they intended to browbeat him with force, then he'd respond with force. A second stream of flame, fired from the other hand struck around Talon as Grave sought to either destroy or force his captors away. "Use fire if you can!" He called out to the group at large. The women were completely caught, but if he could free his male companion... "Talon, if you can't fight them, try to run and get the others!" Club would just eat anyone who tried to eat her and Ziah would probably handle herself well.

Still, even as he attacked, Grave kept his third eye open. There was a good chance his enemies had some kind of magic of their own. He would have to watch how they weaved to try and counter as necessary. Also... If the spirits had entered the bodies of Roy and Valencia, did that leave their cloth vulnerable to the threads of others?
 

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Releasing flames, their clothes buffered from the flames as they ran, helping them flee. Grave created distance. The flames caused the ones around Talon to retreat as Talon let out a cry at the flames coming at him. "Woah-woah-WOAH-WOAH!" he cried, and once free he'd cower as he ducked the flames. "What the hell was that, you almost torched me too!" he scolded. Then, when he saw just how many mamono were around them, Talon seemed to find himself quite out of his depth. The group that had him soon were rushing after him again, and Talon panicked and fled, before pulling something out of his pouch. "The power of God compels you!" he shouted, before a blinding light seemed to erupt from what seemed to be a halo shaped symbol. The ghost like figures retreated in pain. "I-it's worse than the sun!" they whined, and as did many others, giving Grave even more breathing room as it seemed the light of angels was toxic to mamono.

Recovering from the blind, Grave seemed to have an opening to quickly end the fight... Mind, Roy and Valencia were still up and about. Roy's hand lifted, and some of that soft cloth shot out, and wrapped around Grave's hand that was weaving. Valencia dove forth, grabbing his wrists and wrapping them behind his back, before a twitch of magic from her that was not her own caused his pants to loosen and fall, revealing his length."It smells great~" she cooed, before he'd find his cock swallowed by Valencia. Magic began to drain from his body as she began to feed on his soul, working against his weaves as she held her lips to his crotch, moving her tongue slowly along the underside of his length.

"Now!" the ghosts cried out, rushing Grave all at once while Valencia held him. His vision soon became a sea of their cloth. He felt countless hands all over his body, countless lips. Their fingers worked feverishly, in mere moments his clothing was stripped away, rendering his flesh bare to the cool air of Zippangu. He felt kisses and tongues caress his sensitive areas, his neck, ears, chest, sides, thighs, and just about everywhere in his nether region while they caressed his body. "His life energy is so strong..." one moaned. "Drain him... Drain him... Rape him..!" they chanted together, their faces aggressive and lustful, grins wide and menacing enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Do not struggle. You will surely last until morning. Let us have our fill." Roy whispered in an altered and possessed voice, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and putting her breasts to his face.
 
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"Sorry!" Grave shouted back as he kept using fire to keep the cloth monsters at bay. "Hard to aim!" Fire streams weren't very precise weapons. Having essentially two fronts to worry about, at least initially, didn't help matters at all. Still, at least Talon was free. And fortunately, he was now much quicker on the uptake. Cynder had no idea what the Hell the man used against those mamono - it had to be another artifact blessed by angels, one meant to be used as a weapon or deterrent, but the exact details eluded him completely. At least it was effective, and hopefully would buy him enough time to retreat and call help.

With the blast of light clearing up some breathing room, Grave pondered his offensive. Unfortunately, while he did keep Roy and Valencia in mind - mostly to avoid setting them on fire - he didn't consider the possibility of a ranged binding attack. Caught off-guard, he failed to burn the cloth away before Valencia latched onto him, holding him down. While the position she was in wasn't particularly good for holding someone's wrists behind their back, the half-blood suspected the monster possessing her would increase her strength. What was worse, she was already starting to drain him and mess with his focus, leaving him vulnerable. Gritting his teeth, the young man realized he had made a tactical error: he should have created a barrier between him and those two, like a wall of fire. That'd have delayed them, at least.

The other monsters quickly pounced on him once they sensed an opportunity. Cut off from his surroundings, Grave had no idea whether Talon managed to get away. He hoped the other man's escape was successful, and that he'd be able to alert the powerhouses of the group. He had to resist as long as possible, struggling physically to at least make stripping and molesting him as difficult as possible. Not that the monsters would care, but hopefully this'd distract them from his final gambit.

Much as he'd have preferred not to get Roy and Valencia hurt, the half-blood recognized that this situation didn't allow him to hold back anymore, if there was anything at all he could still do. Cynder refused to give up this time: while being held down until morning wasn't the worst thing that could happen, he had an audience with Ryu. Escaping was a must. He used his mounting frustration to fuel his rage, to keep his resolve burning as hard as he could against the assault of the mamono. They were numerous, but not unbeatable. And their expressions certainly helped him find the urge to fight back: fear was a decent motivator at times, much as he hated to admit it.

Struggling against the mamono to keep their attention occupied and prevent as much damage to his willpower as possible, Grave gathered all the magic power he could. If he was still able to weave some spells, he would try to bring out as much fire to bear as he could, burning the cloth indiscriminately. Still, he suspected that in such numbers, they'd likely disrupt any threads he managed to weave outside his body. Thus, the young man had one more desperate trick to try: an attempt to weave as much power as he could within his body instead, then project it all out around him like an aura. He had no idea if such a thing could work, but if it was possible, then the magic would emerge already shaped in the pattern of a fire spell. Hopefully denying any opportunities for countering it and giving him a final chance to recover and strike back.
 

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"So wasteful, he's going to expend all of his energy to fight." one of the ghosts said.

"Then he won't last as long. He'll still be a meal however." another concluded, but they all held on, until Grave built up enough power such that he soon released a surmountable explosion of pure weave. Threads shot everywhere in a kamikaze styled attack, throwing his energy away en mass. Grave quickly felt the consequences of this kind of attack, as he used his entire existence as a trump card, blasting all his foes back, including the possessed Roy and Valencia, disrupting them enough to release them and leave them unconscious. The ghosts were blown back as well... But while they suffered a blow, Grave now felt powerless. They slowly regrouped. "What a pathetic gesture." a ghost chided him. "He acts like he learned how to weave yesterday."

The ghosts grinned again. "There's no more fight left in you, child. Accept your Fate like a man." they concluded. They easily pushed an exhausted Grave onto his back, ghostly hands holding down his limbs and mounting him. Clothes undone and removed as one mounted his waist, a buzzing warm sensation coming from what amounted to her ass resting on his cock. "Since your skill is so lacking, allow us a lesson. All of us will fuck you, at the same time~" they cooed. Before their weaving began to intertwine. "If you do not brace your heart and mind, this could kill you. But it will be the most pleasurable death Fate can grant~"

The ghost over him lifted, as they all seemed to conjoin into one entity... Or rather, he felt himself and his sensations wrapped by their magic... Until his mind twisted to see... So many partners at once, mounting his waist. All different hair styles, different bodies. It felt like he was living over a dozen lives at once and experiencing all of them at the same time. Each pussy different, with a unique tightness. All touching his tip at once... When they lowered their hips, they all did it at different times... Pleasure became a deathly experience. A simple motion granted countless times, at a rate incomprehensible. It was so horribly intense that Grave came just when they inserted themselves. His body writhed and flailed uselessly, convulsing as his nervous system was thrown out of wack. Their voices moaned in a cacophony of chaos. Each woman ghost fucking him their own way. Their own voice. It sounded like a nightmare filled with pleasured laughter. "It won't be so bad if you die~" one laughed. "Then you can join us forever~" another cooed.

The fear of them all moving their pussies again was one that told him that it was going to actually be the end of him. Each pussy just being on him was already bringing him to incoherent thoughts and helpless drooling onto the dirt, his mind being destroyed by the feeling of over a dozen pussies squeezing his cock at once at all different yet the same time. All the slight twitching, so many leaning back, forward, left and right. His body went haywire trying to tell him the impossible, breaking his mind.

"Wonderful~"
"His expression of agony~"
"He's loving it so much that he's dying~"
"You will never rest in peace with us~"

Their words all came to him at once, and far many more he couldn't understand. It felt like Envy and Club wouldn't make it in time. These ghosts were going to rape him until he was broken... Or so it seemed.

"Honestly, your friend could have saved you if he stayed." said a familiar yet menacing voice. "Solaris!" the voice called out, before their environment was suddenly illuminated with a yellow glow, much like sunlight. The ghosts all released Grave, howling in agony. "The sun!" one cried. "Forget it, he has no more energy! This isn't worth it!" another pouted, before they were each sailing away in defeat and fatigue at having been given a treatment of bright light twice that day. And their words held true. His soul wasn't even strong enough to lift his arm.

His savior made herself known as she stepped over him. "Hello again, boy. We seem to be meeting each other a lot lately." she chuckled with a wicked smirk. "Or rather, you can't seem to be left alone without getting into trouble. I take it that the power you possess is that of a chosen of fate? That would explain it. It certainly was lucky that I was here to save you~" she chuckled with such a tone that Grave felt like she was already pondering how he'd pay for her saving him. She produced a concoction. It was green and glowing. "Here, it's concentrated energy. It tastes like water, but with the texture of sludge. Don't worry, it only 'feels' like semen in your mouth~" she chuckled, tipping the drink into Grave's mouth to force him to drink it. If he protested, which he likely did, she's growl at him. "You are literally about to die, you moron. Don't bitch, and drink." she'd say, if he offered protest.

After consuming the bottle... Grave felt able to move normally, but his energy felt far from replenished. "I'll bill you a different time. You've had a rough night. I'll be seeing you." she smiled and turned to leave, content that Grave was able to move.
 
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That did not go as planned. At all. Grave had hoped that the released magic, weaved in the same way as his fire streams, would become a blast of flame. Instead he got a wave of force which, while somewhat impressive visually, was way too taxing and inefficient. Failing to give him more than a moment of reprieve while simultaneously completely robbing him of strength. He really needed that training, he realized. At the very least, Roy and Valencia were free. At least enough force was indeed the answer to that little problem. Something to keep in mind for the future.

Unfortunately, he was now helpless and surrounded by enemies that immediately descended upon him. What came next was horrifying: Grave had no idea combined weaving was possible on such a scale. The co-ordination between these mamono was astounding. However, this was bad for him. Even if he braced himself, he had so little strength left he couldn't offer any proper resistance. The sensory overload was so overwhelming he couldn't even gather his thoughts, much less keep himself together. Never before did he actually fear for his own life so much.

Perhaps that was why, despite the obvious malice in the voice, Cynder still felt overjoyed when aid came. He had to learn that trick with sunlight, it was so bloody useful! The sight of his savior did cool his enthusiasm a little, though. Being indebted to that shady trader was bad. Especially when she knew he was a Chosen now. Beggars, however, could not be choosers. He didn't even comment about the energy potion, it actually didn't taste too bad and he could deal with the texture. The young man gulped the thing down greedily, desperate to recover at least enough to not drop dead immediately.

Once he felt some of his strength return, Grave pulled himself up into a sitting position. Looking at the woman as she leaved, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling she might have been keeping tabs on him. It couldn't be helped right now if that was the case, though. At least this time, thing worked out in his favor. Or he avoided the worst case scenario, at least. "Thanks." He spoke up before standing on his feet, moving to pick up his clothes - what was within arm's reach - and putting them quickly on before immediately moving to check on Roy and Valencia. The former was likely tough enough to take the punishment, but there was a chance he might have hurt them with that blast wave. "Roy? Valencia? You awake?"
 

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From where he stood, all he could hear then was the sounds of the water nearby. He would check on Roy and Valencia and find them dazed rather than unconscious. Valencia groaned. "Fuck... I feel like I ran face first into a brick wall... My whole front hurts..."

Roy was hurt as well, but it seemed like recovery would come quickly. "Rather... I fear we may have become possessed and hit with raw Chosen Power." Roy theorized.

Then, they both stood, Valencia dusting herself off and scoffing. "Huh. You're saying Grave just literally threw his soul at us? What kind of freak can use such a childish method of weaving and make me feel like I've got a hangover?" Valencia asked in disbelief.

Roy shrugged. "Not a freak, but a Chosen. It's simply raw, unrefined power. Power that's being fed into Envy and Club, you must mind."

Valencia's eyes bulged. "And she's already freakishly strong... Isn't she already like a chosen?"

Roy hummed. "... I think she fits the bill.. But I can't remember all that well right now. If anything it might have been said at Cynthia's tower. Grave, do you think Club is a Chosen like you?"

Then, in the distance. "Gwaaave!" Club's voice called out. "Club here to save Gwave! Club beat up Roy and Balenshia!" Club royally messed up saying Valencia's elegant name. Envy and Talon were in tow.
 
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"We're safe, we're safe!" Grave yelled back, panicking slightly. He really didn't want Club hammering anyone here now, not with her freakish strength. "No need to beat anybody right now!" He sighed, turning to the two. He had to admit, he was relieved they were ok, though he did feel a tad guilty about what happened. "Actually, it was Atea who told me a few days ago, but yeah. Club's a Chosen." He admitted. "In retrospect, this explains a lot about her. She actually punched through one of Cynthia's barriers with her bare fist once, if you can believe it."

Collecting the remaining clothes and handing them out to the two women, Cynder pondered the events. Perhaps it was good that he had failed to produce fire. "Sorry about that blow, Valencia. I just had no idea what else to do and, well. Wasn't in a position where I could hold back." He apologized sheepishly. "At least it knocked those sheets off of you. I'd have loved to burn them all but after you two got caught, I couldn't just set everything on fire."
 

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Club looked at Grave with a simple expression and simple smile. "Hm? Kay!"

Valencia and Roy looked at Club with awe. "Wow..." Valencia said. "So Club is basically... Chosen times 2, or something? She's using both her power and his that she absorbs."

Club struck a power pose. "Club is Super Chosen 2! Even further beyond!" she declared, as if powering up or just showing off her power in general.

Envy looked at Club like she had something very outlandish. "... That sounds dumb, don't call it that."

Club turned with that. "Nope. Super Chosen 2 Club tired. Super Chosen 2 Club going back to bed!" she said, strutting since everything looked fine.

Envy would go as well, before Grave would get a pinch on the back of his neck by her, while she stood behind him, giving him a stern scowl. "Fool of a brother. Don't ever go outside with so little protection again. Understood?" she demanded, sounding very strict before she left without hearing his answer.

Roy and Valencia stood shakily. "Bed sounds good... Sorry Grave, but this walk must end earlier than expected." Roy declared.
 
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"No, you're right here. I hadn't expected this place to be worse than the wilderness." Grave sighed. So even in civilized places, mamono were ultimately still acting like monsters at times, huh? "...I really fail at understanding how this place works, huh?" He muttered to himself before following after the others. "Do you need help walking? I've recovered some strength, so I might be able to help." He offered to Roy and Valencia.

Man, this was a total mess. Maybe if he hadn't made so many tactical errors, it'd have gone better. Part of him wanted to actually get back at the cloth monsters. Right now, however, he needed rest. Rest, see Ryu, then work on getting stronger ASAP. And if he got an opportunity to get some revenge later on, he'd make sure the fight would be as unfair as possible. In his favor, of course.
 

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Roy and Valencia shook their head, refusing his help. "What about you?" Valencia inquired. "Roy can see it too, your soul looks tapped. Are YOU gonna need help?" she inquired.

After that, Grave was free to go to his room with Club and Envy to go to bed, with the two of them wordlessly snuggling up on either side of him. Club on the left, Envy on the right, as if they had some kind of unspoken agreement.
 
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"I can walk, at least." Grave sighed. With the group making their way back to the inn, he simply made his way to bed after bidding everyone good night and flopped down, tired. This was a mess, all things considered. He lucked out after making a number of mistakes, but at least he knew what these mistakes were and what not to do next time. Hopefully. At least Ziah and Club didn't seem to be up for fighting over him. Were they beginning to get along? Or perhaps they simply decided to share him regardless of their animosity? Oh well. It wasn't a problem, so he'd not question it. For now, sleep was more important.
 

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A night's rest came to him... And when he awoke, he was greeted with the smell of fish and rice. Standing over him was Atea, holding a platter of food which she lowered onto his waist. The fish was grilled and the rice looked to have been steamed. If such were his tastes, it'd smell delicious. If nothing else, it was full of protein. Though given where he might be from, these kinds of dishes were unusual for breakfast. "Good morning, boy. I went through the trouble of waking you early and preparing breakfast. I expect you to be humble and thankful. Hu-hu-hu~" She chuckled. "Eat. You will present yourself healthy before Ryu. Understand? Your mother will be coming as well. Be sure to think deeply about what you want to say to her."

It seemed that the night was chaotic. Somehow, Club and Envy rolled around so much in their sleep that they were now hugging each other, likely thinking they were hugging Grave.
 
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If there was one thing Grave had learned on the road, it was not to pass up a meal. Even now, with his prospects of eating regularly being far better than they used to be, he still felt that not eating before what would inevitably be a rough day would suck. And while fish wasn't his favorite food, he'd not complain about a free meal. The young man ate quickly, making sure not to bother the two sleeping girls. He'd rather get away from the scene before that powder keg erupted. However, bringing up his mother did make him pause for a moment.

"Honestly... I'd rather speak with her in private, if that turns out to be possible." Grave sighed, thinking back to his last conversation with his mother. "I've been doing some thinking and I've realized that while I've no idea what I'm doing, she's most likely nowhere near as cold and calculating as she might wish to appear to be about this whole thing." He mused. "That being said? I'll already consider it a success if the situation doesn't deteriorate further. If some improvement happens, I'll consider it good fortune." He sighed again. Given the topic he feared he'd have to breach, an explosive argument was likely inevitable.
 

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She rose a brow at his request, before outright brandishing the glowing blue ball her soul was contained in. "Sure, knock yourself out." She said, before tossing it in a most volatile way. Forcing Grave to catch it else her soul would be released. The blue ball became red for a moment, as if in furious anger. "Just hold it in your hands and mommy dearest will know how to share her words with you~" she cooed, before turning and leaving the room.

Already in his hands (or broken on the floor), his mother would reach her threads out and speak to him telepathically. "First thing I'm going to do once free, is kill that old hag." her voice boomed with hostility. "What do you want, child? I see you have bred the goblin. Good. The spawn will most likely be one of her own however, so you will need to do it many more times. Thankfully they breed quickly, so you will have countless children with her in little time."
 
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"OI!" Grave scrambled to catch the ball, barely making it in time before it hit something and broke. As it turned red, he feared for a moment it might try to burn him or something, but thankfully nothing of the sort happened. It was pretty obvious that his mother was pissed, though, which wouldn't make the discussion any easier. He was a little suprised that Atea would simply let him talk to her like this here. In the end, he assumed she couldn't speak while inside the ball - a misconception on his part.

"I suppose this is the part where I'd ask you not to do anything crazy, but... She did kind of ask for it." Grave sighed. He had to admit, that last move on Atea's part kinda pissed him off too. "Anyway..." He paused. What should he say now? His mother was focusing on his recent actions - or rather, the result of these actions - but frankly? While the thought of having to deal with so many children at once did make him shiver, he had no intention of pursuing that topic. There were more important things to discuss.

"Right. I suppose since we're here already, we might as well make use of this time." Cynder began, sitting down comfortably with the orb in his hands, staring down at it. "Look, I haven't forgotten how the last time went and I'll understand if you're not happy about that. We both did some really dumb things, and I am sorry for how thoughtless I've been." He admitted. "I've never really cared to speak with you, or even ask about your name. Which is really shitty of me." The half-blood grimaced sheepishly. "And since I am going to go see Ryu about getting you out of this trinket here, I figured we need a proper talk."

Grave's features shifted into a serious expression. "Barring isolated instances, you haven't really spoken much to me about how you feel, and while you've had a look at my feelings, I haven't been frank with you either. And since I intend to take things seriously and stop being such a useless moron, I want to have a little heart to heart." He stated firmly. "So let's start with a question. I'm doing this for you because I'm hoping we might be able to build some kind of proper family, despite the shitty start. You, me and Ziah. The question is, is this something you want?" He asked, staring at the orb. "Is this a wish we share? Or are the things we want from each other completely different?"
 

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"Both?! I wonder where you get the idea of believing that I have done anything wrong. Though, this is far better than that insubordinate attitude you've always had since returning. At least admitting you yourself were wrong is a step in the correct direction. Moron, I think you called it. Yes, that suits your actions lately. But, this medium disgusts me, using mere threads instead of tried and true words. If I am going to reveal my name to you, then I shall do so with my true form at birth, so that the name you speak will carry the weight of my figure."

"Are you prepared to see my true form, boy? I certainly hope so, since I'm going to drag your soul into this awful prison with me. Prepare yourself. Or don't." she declared nonchalantly, before Grave felt the threads dig into his very core, and pull... In an instant, he felt like his body was emptied of himself, like leaving a shell behind, as his mother effortlessly dragged him inside with her...

The very next thing he'd comprehend, was being in a very bizarre place of nothing but pathways and stairs, an endless maze inside of a strange cavern of crystal rocks jutting out of seemingly nothing. A confusing world of dreams, it appeared. From one such pathway, a figure with a serpentine body swirled up the large pillar that connected two stairways, to reach the top and rest on the flat surface. Her lower half a snake, and her upper half giving an idea why Grave's female half looked so... Full. It wasn't clear who she was until she spoke. "Welcome to this place, my prison. It was similar to yours, but filled with useless thoughts." she declared. As her voice was now clear, and more regal and noble. A voice that clearly spoke above others, a leader and a threat. Indeed, as she mocked his mind, he'd see his mother for the first time, with a look of sadistic enjoyment on her face.


She stared at Grave for a while, seemingly taking in the sight of him. "Ah... You grew up well. I knew of it before, but to see it more clearly, it is a wonder. I think like this, we can have that heart-to-heart, don't you agree?" She asked with a smirk. "Now... About your question... I think you might be misunderstanding something. My desire was for my family lineage to rule as they were always destined to. But between your useless male body and that mutant she-creature I birthed, there is no suitable body to take my place. While admirable, your female body is just as well useless. They are nothing compared to a true Echidna. But... I do find it rather cute that you want to come to me and be my son. I'm rather touched that you feel that way towards someone like me. I might be able to return those feelings if you continue to satisfy me. But, I will never be able to love 'her', if you can understand. That creature who has caused me so much grief... I shall refer to her only as Envy. That is who she is now, not my daughter, and good riddance. Just by existing, she caused me so much pain... Ah, right... Names."

She held her arms out to Grave, as if to welcome him to her bosom. "I am your mother, Guelimjah. Though that might be difficult for your mortal tongue to pronounce. So, I permit your kind to call me Limb-jah. That shall be fine. As well... I think Zippangu shall be a fine place to revive our species. You shall get me my new body and then we will discuss how to rise once more in power. This is, after all, what you desire, is it not? It will just so happen that... Our 'family' will include a lot of servants as well~" she cooed with wicked intent. "I might even overlook my hatred of Envy if you do well. Then we can enjoy that humble little life you seek. However... My sight goes far beyond your own. Our species will rise again. Our oval eyes will become recognized the world 'round! To that end... Mate, my child. Be taken by as many fertile females as you can. I will handle their loyalty~ The goblin is simply a good start, I expect many more children from you~"
 
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Grave grimaced as he recieved the first part of his mother's response. This was going to be more difficult than he had anticipated. She had no intention of viewing him as an equal, had she? Rather, she seemed dismissive towards anything she percieved lesser than her, including him. This did not bode well for the rest of the conversation. However, before he could ponder his response the young man quickly found himself having to brace as his mother began to work her power, feeling her magic latch onto him before draggin his soul into the orb in his hands. He only hoped he'd be able to get out of this soon enough to not be late for the audience. Or at least get out of this at all.

Once he regained his bearings, Grave took a moment to survey the place he found himself in. A world of endless paths and twisting crystals, one a person could lose themselves in entirely. Was it meant to trap people here? Or was this simply a quirk of how it worked? Either way, he'd have little time to ponder that. His attention was quickly drawn to the woman that made herself known, climbing and resting atop a set of stairs as if it were a throne. Perhaps she intended it to be. Given her snake-like lower half, it was quite obvious who he was dealing with. Though witnessing her for the first time, he had to admit that his female half definitely got her figure from the echidna.

Watching her speak from the high ground, Grave felt his hopes wither bit by bit as they were confronted with the reality before him. Neither of them cared for what the other wanted. She wished to rule all she could get her hands on. He simply wanted some fulfillment in his life. And while he could get some by staying at her side, her loathing of Ziah and dismissive - at best - attitude towards others clashed hard with his desires, ones he was slow to admit to even to himself. He didn't care for the servitude of others, not the kind of servitude his mother implied. And in the end, he'd just be another servant to her anyway, just a glorified one, any affection towards him depending on his performance. A thought that made him grimace. He wished to become something more, not be treated like someone's tool.

"Heart to heart indeed. Seems like you made your stance absolutely clear." Cynder sighed. He felt... Disappointed. One couldn't choose their family. Right now, he could appreciate the bitter joke in that sentence. "Guelimjah... Mother. You speak of many things. Reviving the echidna, gathering servants, power, spreading over the land. But what is it that you actually care about?" He asked. "Not want, not need, not demand, not believe to be yours by right or might. What do you actually care about?" He sighed. "Sure, I want power. Sure, my own greed and desires are part of what pushes me towards that. But I sure as Hell don't intend to view myself as someone so far beyond others as to stop empathizing with them. You, on the other hand, speak like someone who views the world around you as something that exists for your sake alone."