~ Chapel Perilous ~

[Craines]

With a twist of his ethereal arm, Hais motions towards Sylvia. A sudden crack, and she had vanished. Eris looked at the swirling nether that was the spirit of Evil, and made a look of great incredulity. Why in whatever plane you wish to be in would you do that?

EgrezyHais looked at Eris. She had to be reborn. It was the only fitting solution I could find to that. Sure, I could have damned her for all eternity, like the Christian God would, and I might have. But I want to prove that Fiona is right. And what better way than to take from her the one trueborn that she had? Haha! Sylvia has died in every sense of the word, now. Her memories are gone - she is but, as the Bhagavad Gita calls it, her Atman. And let me tell you, my Apple, bringing her back is impossible. Even we, back in those times, couldnt resurrect a reborn.

Eris cradled her face between her hands. Tears would have been there is she had tear ducts, but since she did not, merely contorted her face. Fiona looked impassively. Hais nether smiled as best it could, and began to laugh. See that, Eris? Fiona no longer cares. Or rather, she knows that caring is in vain, and has smartly begun to smother those emotions. Unlike you, Eris, who cherish emotions. Pah. A waste.

Without emotions, we could never have fallen in love. We couldnt have offered

What we offered doesnt matter. Other gods could raise others, transcend them. We were but one conduit. Or have you grown so vain that you have forgotten that Zeus and Hera, Aphrodite and Hephaestus, Paris and Helen, Odysseus and Penelope. Each pair could unlock humanitys potential. We just managed to do it first.

Fiona cleared her throat. Listen, I know you two are enjoying your little stupid soap opera, but unless you intend to aid me, as the Doctor said you must, let me go wander and find another god to help me out.

Eris smiled sadly at Fiona. Very well, little one, I have no choice but to help. Hais, my once beloved, shall we enjoy the Chao once again? Together?

I will help Fiona, but only because her family intrigues me. I have, of course, promised the deLuna family on. Sylvia has been reborn. And who, I ask, is the mother? Doesnt matter. What matters is that the Atman lives on, and that can spawn similar Atman, drawing from the Brahman. And samsara begins anon. Brilliant.

The god and metadeity looked at the astral projection of Fiona, and waited. Fiona began to speak. Simply put, I need you to protect my grandfather.

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