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Eduardo ascends, appearing in the Volcano and in his angelic form.
His Heart is in its usual place, in a quiet obsidian-walled room. The familiar heat of the Volcano
is comforting and strengthening.
Eduardo nods, and straightens; wings flaring darkly as he strides out of the room and towards the
Volcano's exit.
The guards let him pass, recognising him as one of their own. In the distance shine the silver
towers of Heaven.
Eduardo takes to the air, heading for the Grove; taking the most direct route.
He passes over the walls of Heaven, and the sentinels that patrol them, and sees the Halls of
Creation and Progress, and the quieter Glade below, before he can curve down towards the
mighty trees of the Groves. Michael's angels seem to be working in some sort of military
operation at the moment. Teams of angels move smoothly in clearly practiced ways.
Eduardo drops somewhere where he will not be in their way, though -- given a chance -- he will
look at what they are doing. Then he searches for an entry to the Caverns. Direct route. As
usual.
It isn't really feasible to work out what the angels of War are doing at a moment's notice. One of
the cave-mouths that lead down into the Caverns gapes before Eduardo.
Eduardo heads that way, looking for a sentry or Guard.
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Dark serpentine stairs lead downwards from the cave-mouth - it is necessary for him to make his
way down perhaps a hundred yards before they open out into a wide hall, lit by glowing crystals
that are scattered through the floor. A dark-furred wolf-Cherub rises from where he was lying on
the ground, and paces towards Eduardo calmly.
Eduardo stalks forward, then stop; bows.
The Cherub bows its head in return, and folds its wings. "What do you seek in the Cathedral of
Stone, Virtue?"
Eduardo says "An audience."
The Cherub says, "With whom?"
Eduardo says "Stone."
The Cherub says, "On what grounds?"
Eduardo draws himself up. "I fear for a Wordbound. I fear the resurrection of Magog."
Eduardo's brows drop, dark wings folding about him. "I believe that would be sufficient to speak
with your Lord, or his representative."
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The Cherub tilts his head. "Archangels are busy people. Can you at least give me some reason
why you wish to speak to him?"
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Eduardo frowns, brows drawing together. "A prophecy of my Lady. A disease loose on Earth.
A culling plague. Shattered steles." His words fall like hammers, despite the politeness of his
tone.
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The Cherub tilts his head. "I will present your petition. Your name?"
Eduardo says "Edward, Virtue of Gabriel."
The Cherub nods. "Please wait here. Someone will come to inform you when the Archangel has
time to speak to you."
The Cherub pads towards a passageway leading further downwards.
Eduardo nods, and folds his arms and his wings; waiting.
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Time passes. Perhaps half an hour.
A Seraph emerges from the lower passageway, her scales as clear as glass, eyes like diamonds and
wings like living water. The Seraph tilts her head in a ripple of movement. "Greetings. I
understand that you wish to speak to our Archangel."
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Eduardo bows, though his eyes never leave the Seraph. "I would ask for that honour."
The Seraph blinks its uppermost pair of eyes. "It concerns some matter of plague?"
Eduardo says "It concerns several matters, a plague and the Demon Prince of Cruelty not least
among them."
The Seraph's eyes all widen. "You have my full attention."
Eduardo's lips curl, the resulting expression a hard parody of a smile. "Excellent. Do you wish to
talk here?"
Eduardo gestures about with his right hand.
The Seraph says, calmly, "We will not be disturbed. Continue."
Eduardo inclines his head.
Eduardo says "My Bright Lady..." as his parody of a smile slips to something burningly real "...
did gift me with a prophecy. I believe the first part to be fulfilled, with the destruction of a false
Heaven by Michael and my Lady."
Eduardo says "The second speaks of a cruel, culling light, of a stone being broken."
The Seraph blinks. "Your words are true. Continue."
Eduardo says "And several angels of my acquaintance -- more adept at investigation than I -- have
uncovered links to the Demon Prince of Disease. A disease that seems aimed at us."
The Seraph says, in a tone of cool horror, "Do not speak the name of *that one* in these
caverns." The sound seems to shimmer in the air.
Eduardo squints. "I will honour your wishes. But I believe *that one* may be waking."
Eduardo says "I wish to know if his prison is a certain place. One that I will not name. If I am
wrong, I do not wish to see more. If I am right ..."
Eduardo lets his voice trail off.
The Seraeph flicks her tail, in what might be nearly nervousness. "I perceive that you do not lie.
Follow me." She turns, leading the way towards the passage down.
Eduardo frowns, and stops. "You believed I would?" he part asks, part demands. "On a matter
like this? To an ally of my lady?"
Eduardo's voice fairly crackles and his eyes fall little short of throwing sparks.
The Seraph continues to move, though she swivels her head back over her shoulder to regard
Eduardo, serpentine. "Might you not have been deceived, Virtue? My Choir can see that
also."
Eduardo squints a moment. "The words came from my Bright Lady." Again, his voice is one of
comand, a whip crack. "But I concede your ... paranoia."
The Seraph makes no reply. She is at the entrance of the tunnel now, about to vanish into the
darkness.
Eduardo heads after the Seraph, stride showing the angerhe grants no other outlet.
The Seraph moves ahead of him, her body and wings glistening faintly in the darkness. There is
no light in this descending passageway, and the weight of stone is *heavy*, close around Eduardo,
near to brushing his wings.
Eduardo grimaces, and continues, feet loud on the stone.
The Seraph abruptly spreads her wings and takes to flight, as suddenly the sense of oppression
seems to weaken; there is still the total darkness, but now there is a sense of wider spaces, and
a cold current in the air.
Eduardo frowns again, then curls back his lips, following the Seraph's path through the
darkness.
>From far, far below comes an echoing whisper of a voice, distorted by distance. Air rushes around
him like a wind tunnel, bearing the Seraph on before him, as they fly in the total darkness.
Eduardo follows, yielding nothing to the darkness. Despite the fact that the lack of light leaves
him brutally uncomfortable.
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The Seraph swings, mid-flight, and curves downwards, coming to rest on a ledge that is barely
visible in the darkness, only just perceptible through her own crystal glow. It isn't clear how far
back the ledge goes, or where it terminates.
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Eduardo settles as far out from the Seraph as he can see, and arranges his features; schooling the
anger at the interrogation into his face as pride's mask.
A voice shudders in the darkness around him, rumbling in his bones, ribs and spine and skull,
making the feathers of his wings ripple. "Eduardo."
Eduardo twitches, wings flaring. He hazards a guess. "Stone," he says, and bows.
The Seraph bows her head, folding her wings around her like a cloak.
The voice rumbles, "Virtue of Fire. You would seek words with me."
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Eduardo steps away from the edge of the ledge. "I would, Stone. My thanks for the
audience."
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David's voice says, simply, "Speak."
Eduardo says "My Lady, your ally, gifted me with a Prophecy. The first part has been
fulfilled."
Eduardo says "The second speaks of a cruel light, a culling light. Of a stone, breaking."
Eduardo says "I fear two things."
David says, "What do you fear?"
Eduardo straightens. "That Magog is to be freed. That his last plan as your Angel will see fruition,
with the aid of the Demon Prince of Disease. And that one of your own has trod where I have,
and that you do not know of this already."
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There is a long, deep shudder in the air, like some distant earthquake in the walls of this
cavern.
David's voice, like the shifting of continents, demands, "Name me his name."
Eduardo keeps his own voice quiet, polite, despite the fire. "Mordecai. Angel of Hardship."
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The air in the cavern is very still for long, trembling minutes.
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Eduardo says "I followed his trail in my own search. In my own research into this."
Eduardo speaks into the silence, his voice bright even in the oppressive blackness.
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Eduardo says "I fear that he is the stone that will break."
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David's voice says, finally, "And what of a stele?"
Eduardo says "One has been broken. I have friends in search of another."
Eduardo says "I fear that that is the prison of Magog. And that is the second possibility of a stone
being broken."
David's voice contains the patience of aeons of stone. "Where is this stele?"
Eduardo says "Paris," and then draws himself up. "My Bright Lady tasked me to prevent this
breaking. I would take any aid from you I can.""
Eduardo says "Is that his prison?"
Eduardo says "I wish only to know that."
The air stirs through the cavern, whispering with a shock as though mighty wings were spread,
as David rumbles, "No."
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Eduardo breathes, and relaxes. "Then I believe that Mordecai may be close to Falling."
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The air shakes as though it had been *struck*, and abruptly an Elohite is hanging in the air,
suspended, with shackles of light around his wrists. He looks around him in shock, eyes wide and
dark as onyx.
The Seraph besides Eduardo makes a small sound, like crystal out of tune, then lowers her head
again.
Eduardo remains unbowed.
The Elohite cries out, as though he had been speaking before and now merely continued it, "My
lord, no! I did what must be done! I am a Power, I *know* it!"
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Eduardo turns to face the Elohite, but does not speak; instead letting his eyes alone search the
darkness for the source of David's voice.
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David's voice carries like the weight of falling rocks, inexorable, irreversible. "You stand accused
of betrayal, Mordecai. You have betrayed your charges, and betrayed your brothers, and betrayed
me. How do you plead?"
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Eduardo winces, just fractionally, though his face remains schooled.
Mordecai's eyes fix on Eduardo, and anger flashes in them briefly. "Fool. You have undone what
should have been completed. Eduardo of Fire. You will not be forgotten."
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Eduardo says "I have done as my Lady bade me, Power."
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Eduardo says "And I have left it to YOUR Lord. I have no wish to be forgotten."
Eduardo's lips curve once more, though there is no humour in the resulting parody.
The Elohite raises his head defiantly, turning to the darkness. "Then I have nothing more to say.
What I did was to cull the weak and strengthen the strong. This, I believed, was our task. I have
no more to say."
Eduardo's hands curl, eyes flaring bright and voice cracking out. "And I call that cruelty."
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David rumbles, the voice echoing between the walls of the cavern till it builds to rolling thunder,
"You are thus answered."
Darkness seems to close around Mordecai in a silent explosion, flaring in briefly. There might
have been a muffled cry - then there is nothing.
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Eduardo starts to raise his hands, aiming them at Mordecai. Then the other is gone, and he returns
to searching the darkness for the unseen source of David's voice. "Stone. If I may offer another
suggestion."
David's voice, still patient, echoes. "I am listening."
Eduardo nods. "I have no wish to know where Cruelty lies imprisoned. But I would ask you
check well his seals. I am of Fire. We have no more wish than you to see his return." His voice
is level, all arrogance and pride leeched from the plain words.
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David's voice, perhaps gentler now, but with an absolute steadiness to it, rumbles, "It will be
done."
Eduardo says "Thank you."
The Seraph still perches where she is, head bowed. There might be the shadow of a fiery tear on
her face.
David rumbles, "Your goodwill is appreciated. Stone knows Fire as Fire knows Stone. Depart in
passion."
Eduardo's lips curve again, and he nods. "Guard well, Stone. If I can aid you in this, call on
me."
There is a shuddering sound, and a ray of light falls into the darkness of the cavern - not
illuminating it, but revealing the opening of a passage over to the north.
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Eduardo nods once to the Seraph, then launches into the air, towards the light. Away from the
dark; eyes searching what of the cavern he can see.
As he reaches the passage entrance, glancing once more behind him, it seems that the ledge on
which the Seraph still perches has certain lines similar to a hand, perhaps...
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The well-lit passage curves upwards, and is wide enough to walk or fly.
Eduardo shivers, involuntarily, and follows the passage from the darkness, from the giant.
Within perhaps a couple of minutes, the passageway opens onto the open air - on a hilltop
overlooking the Groves.
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