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Lincoln gives a smile to loosen the mood. “She very much can. She’s just making a point.” Aka she was protective of Lincoln. So she’s essentially openly carrying a big stick as a warning. That if anything tries to attack Lincoln. Collateral damage is a certainty to say the least.

That said he looked at Richard. “It's an honor to meet such a prestigious person. I earned many titles but none of them have value in this lifetime. Lynn and I as I’m sure Dante have said, are reincarnatiors. And we keep our memories through every cycle. Before we...were involuntary sent to the dark below. We were peasantry in an isolated village out in the wilderness. Don’t know exactly where. Or even which planet or sectors if on Immensus. By the way I’m still amazed by that. But as I was saying. We were normal humans. Originally, how the system works means that while we carry our memories we don’t bring along our powers. In a sense we had to work our way up from scratch every time we were reborn. Now, to explain what we were talking about seconds ago. Many lifetimes ago when we were born in this version of humanity. The world we were in had a structure of magic that allowed for more grandiose feats. The Magnum Opus is a precious treasure. And a failsafe tucked away in the wheel in case the impossible happens. When we were cast down. The failsafe came into play and the relic went to Lynn.”

He paused to look at Lynn who was looking to the side. It was clear to him that she was a bit upset that he made her take it. But couldn’t complain since she would have done the exact same. “To paint a picture, imagine a cup. And it carried all of Lynn’s experience across her lifetimes in a crystallized, liquid form. No matter the world, biology, or the structure of a power system. It was all melted down into it. After which it’s then poured into Lynn’s soul. The end result is what we are seeing. I named it Apotheosis. As you can imagine it’s not hard to see why I only ever manage to make only one. Lynn wants me to make it again because she wants me on the same pedestal as her.” The sky may not be large enough for two suns. But to Lynn he wasn’t the sun. But the sky that hugs and holds her.

Lincoln then waved his hand. “It’s not something that is the top of our priority to be clear. There are other things we are more concerned with.”

Lynn squirms in place but didn’t break her posture. She was very much getting turned on. And that black sky that is her presence changed. Turning white with snow-capped pink hearts floating about like stars. Only it wasn’t snow. Her presence was now saying something else entirely. Richard could almost hear a dirty, submissive mantra. ”My body, my life is yours." She purred. "I want to marry our hearts together, to unite our bodies into one. Make me yours forever”
Lincoln smiled. “And so we did. My everything is yours as well. It still makes me happy that you can remember that, my beautiful. We’ve been together for so long. So much time has been spent training you. Tell me, do you know how you’ve been since we got here?”

”I’ve been a bad girl” Lynn was shameless in her admissal. Being true to her word that her entire being is Lincoln’s. That was how much she loved him. Who cares if she had to push aside her pride. If it’s for Lincoln, she will happily do anything to please him.

“Bad? Never my loving Lynn. You were just being a devoted wife protecting her husband. Nothing wrong with that in the slightest. The problem is unintentionally making the wrong impression to the neighborhood. They don’t know that you crawl on your knees like the proper, loving partner that you are. Tsk tsk, I’m not worried. We’ll correct that soon. For now, remain like that and rein in your presence. I’ll reward you later.” The desire to please her husband and the inner excitement of a “reward” result in the presence fading away. Luminous hearts now more visible in her eyes.

He turned to face Richard. “Lynn means well. She truly does. Once we settle down and I loosen her up a bit. She’ll mellow right out and won’t cause problems for you.” The shocked reaction to his magnum opus rose a soft chuckle out of him. “I wasn’t exaggerating that it took me an entire lifetime to make. There was a lot I needed to take into account and find ways around it. As you said the biological link was a big problem. It was why we lose our powers when we are reborn in another place because that place lacked the arcane foundation as the last one. Ki, Chakra, Aura, Dust, Mana, and so on. So I essentially had to build an energy source from the ground up to use as a replacement fuel. And that’s a lot harder to do than saying it. I did have a leg up because there are certain aspects that can be carried over. Mainly my knowledge of Alchemy that is not bound within the limits of a certain place. It was also with alchemy that we were able to live for centuries each cycle. There’s a lot of other moving parts to this, it was a challenging thing to make and have it work. Truly it was a worthy thing to call my Magnum Opus.”

Speaking of the mystic arts. He was rather proud of his refinement of a branch of magecraft that caters to the bedroom. Lynn may now have a godly, durable body. But beneath his palms she turns into a twitching, moaning mess. Writhing with pleasure in merely a few strokes. Sure enough when Richard left them, they went right to business. In a brisk, intense ten minutes the manor was baptised with new holy water. The manor shudders every now and then when one of Lynn’s limbs involuntary spasms and hits the floor or wall. But never the owner of her heart of course. Oh no, now matter how much she’s being screwed silly there is never a moment where she may hurt him.

Later the noises stop. A few minutes passed before Lincoln in a noticeable afterglow came out to join Richard in the garden. He bore a thoughtful expression on his face. Still garbed in the robes Richard gave him. “Thanks for giving us space, she’s tuckered out now and will be asleep for awhile.” He paused to look at the garden. Afterwards I was thinking how I can repay you. Yeah yeah you said it was an apology but I wanted to do something for you. Dante...told me what happened. I know this is not my place to lend a hand. But since you looked through my Lynn memories then you’ll know the sort of people we are. We help those in need no matter how dire it is. And we have many times witnessed the impossible being made possible. I’ve lived for a very long time. Been to many amazing places and learned at the feet of legends. I carry all of that with me even if I’m not at my full potential. What I’m trying to say. It’s a tragedy for you to be out here alone. So I want to help you get your lover back.”

He looked over to Richard as the latter now stood further away. “And in my life I took countless risks. Some yielded great reward and there are others that were nothing better than how I just ended up. In the end, it shows me that I need to make risks in order to bring about beneficial change. And if we do lose and end up being stuck here, well. It wouldn’t be the first time since we lived in one place for...a very long time.” The aeonic glow deepens for a moment. “I feel the binding to this place will fade away long before that point though.”

“My point is. It will be one of the hardest things we would ever pull off. Naturally going the forceful route is out of the question. So we just have to get smart. Look for loopholes and use things that this system didn’t take into account before. After all you’re limited to the arcane of this land. And so your creator would no doubt know all about it. But the universe is a very big place. There is no logical reason it would bother to cover all his bases. Me being here is so astronomically low that the number doesn’t exist.” The light fades away from his eyes as he stops thinking about all that he did in his life. His memories now truly restored. Lincoln gave a soft sigh. “I suppose I’ll say this. Even with the certainty that we may very well lose. Would it be worth trying anyway?”

ZOCOM wrote:

BIC: His previous trail would have no bearing on what happens within this space... It felt almost devoid of old magic within this space thanks to the hurricane that swirled all around them. The only familiar sensation was the tingle of Enochian energy that those who worked with the order are all to familiar with, only bringing up what Igni had said earlier that the hurricane was not of the deserts doing...

Kirk said it himself once... 'That god' covered much of Zocom's past. This hurricane was doing just that, concealing the once proud and prosperous capital of Zocom away from the remnants of the race with a King that could defy, banished and in the case of Salem, shatter the creatures born of the Idea and the Belief. Though for whatever reason he would have his solitary peace as he marched for the distant palace without anything attacking him... Just the eerie sensation that he was being watched, on several occasions he would catch the briefest of moments of a forked something slip away across rooftops and slip away from perception.

Before finally he would make it to the Palace, standing before the large stone steps leading up to a monument built to be the seat of the Cross Families power, tattered banners and stone statues that depicted what must be the king wielding a large sword with a blade in the shape of a star held in his hands. At the top of the steps was a set of metal doors that were larger than even the largest of Beastkin species... As his gaze would travel higher he would see the tower that helped him get here, stretching high into the sky as he spots two other smaller towers connected to the main palace by bridges that were largely still intact.. Though as his gaze reached the central towers peak he would spot something falling down towards him until it caught itself in the air and zoomed off to a rooftop behind him.

With a spray of ancient roof tiles and supporting wood the beast that had been stalking him makes itself known. A Lost beast that radiated power that rivalled that of Kirk as it glared with unholy hostility with crimson eyes, It's physique was largely feminine in nature resembling that of a bat... With a forked tail... And very familiar to Kirk. Seeing as he already put this beast down once already with a heavy heart.

Wabacha wrote:

"Are you dreaming?" A soft slow whisper graces Lynn's mind during her slumber, safe within her mind. "Are you lucid? There is nothing to fear, not that I could hurt you. Or hurt anyone, as I am."

In her dream, or if not she is brought into one, a humanoid figure in a cloak stands apart from her, the edges of his form blur and flow into smoke. His garb is made of subdued brown hues, a darker brown scarf wrapped around the bottom of his light blue face. She greatly dwarfs the figure due to her impressive height, and she feels no sort of power out of him. Not significant anyways. Pointed ears poke out of holes cut in the hood, their pigment the same light blue as his face and the hand that he gestures with. "I am Myriad, not my birth name as you could tell. That was lost to me in my time trapped in the realm of Perdition that you have just left. I was lucky in reaching you when I did, your soul is strong and free of demonic corruption, which allowed me to attach myself to your psyche. I know this is very sudden and intrusive, and there is no reason to believe what I have to say. In all honesty, it would not matter if you did. But you must know that your husband is in grave danger."

The ghostly presence walks a little ways, looking out over the dreamscape. "I had to approach you in this way, there was no other choice. If I had attempted to reveal myself in front of all of you, Lincoln's new master would find me out and attempt to destroy me. I can only hope that through you," Myriad turns back and faces Ly-

ZOCOM wrote:

"Bold little Torment dweller... Lying Trespasser. You interfere in my business... Why exactly? Be quick. Or vanish forevermore to your torment back where we both belong." Dante's usual soft tones were overlaid with the mind rotting demonic tones of his true body's vocal cord, the towering visage of the Revenant's demonic body looming over the pair of them.

Wabacha wrote:

It's not all my fault lol.