137 – Divine Energies

Vivi sat and waited, curious and maybe even apprehensive about the upcoming explanation. Learning more about the Fell Apostate hadn’t been her goal coming to the Archbishop, but once that promising source of information had revealed itself, she and Rafael had obviously decided to pursue. In fact, she might have met with Augustine for that aspect alone. The Dragon King knew about the Twilight Celebrant, but possibly even he wasn’t aware of the ritualist’s more recent history.

Augustine frowned at his desk for a second longer, twisting his quill between his fingers.

“I am, in my role as overseer, privy to knowledge that not even all cardinals are,” he began almost reluctantly. “Though if I speak honestly, what I tell you of now I learned far earlier. Back in the fires of my youth, when I first discovered the corruption in these halls and how deep that rot spread, I refused to leave a stone unturned. I raided our archives for evidence, for proof—for I’m not sure what. I found little of what I sought that day, but learned of… other horrors. I’ve told few this, but my crisis of faith did not come only from having the wool pulled from my eyes, from seeing the perversion and wickedness of my brothers. But from learning how endless the well of depravity runs, and how endless it has always run.”

A heavy silence lingered.

“We can all agree that there is a special violation in hypocrisy and deception, in wolves wearing sheep’s clothing. But one who revels in his monstrosity is not somehow less stained for the honesty. You inquire into one such man. Yet Guildmaster Rafael mentioned the Fell Apostate when offering explanations for the breach over Meridian—for you to be investigating further tells me something more has happened.”

He glanced up from his scribbling, and Vivi knew he wanted her to elaborate. And yes, it was only fair that she extended trust of her own. No matter what hesitations she had about the man, she could take one fact for granted: the Archbishop would do what he thought was right.

“Prismarche was attacked,” Vivi said. “The Fell Apostate opened a permanent gateway to the void. He’s also known by another name, apparently: the Twilight Celebrant, and he belongs, or once belonged, to the Selrath-Kyn. An organization similar to Morningstar, from what I gather, but much older.”

She hoped this wasn’t knowledge Embralyne had offered in confidence—she didn’t think so, though she doubted the dragon would want it spread either way. She trusted the Archbishop not to gossip.

Augustine sat back and digested her announcements with a grave expression. She wondered if she should have led into the reveals.

When he spoke at last, he addressed something she hadn’t expected. “I thought you would ask why I didn’t provide the information earlier,” he said wryly. “The moment the Guildmaster first mentioned the Fell Apostate.”

Vivi hesitated. The thought had flickered into her head, but she hadn’t wanted to interrogate the Archbishop. She herself had underestimated how powerful the ritualist was, and how important he might be going forward. Perhaps Augustine had done the same.

“I’m sure you had your reasons.”

Faint amusement tinted his voice. “Indeed, I did. I doubted that it would be useful for capturing him. I also didn’t wish to share his blasphemies with the world, not even their concept. Some horrors are best left buried.”

That’s ominous, she thought.

“He’s an experienced ritualist, and his most recent project inflicted mass soul damage across an entire city,” she said. “So I can imagine.”

His eyebrows rose at her words—‘mass soul damage across an entire city.’ Maybe he put together why, exactly, she’d come to him for help.

“I’m sure. Nevertheless.” He cocked his head and studied her. “The Twilight Celebrant. Selrath-Kyn. I don’t know these names.”

“I didn’t myself. It’s an ancient organization, though I’m not sure how old. Or how old the Fell Apostate himself is. I was given only a brief description.”

“Who revealed this to you?”

“I owe that person… discretion.”

Augustine seemed disappointed, but not offended. “I see.” He rubbed his mouth. Distracted by the conversation, he hadn’t scratched at the papers in front of him for more than a minute. He’d probably been optimistic assuming he could work, given the topic. “Then as for what I do know about that creature.”

He set his quill down and leaned back.

“Anselm of Oestering—an invented name, I have little doubt—joined as an acolyte to the High Sanctum more than four hundred years ago. A beastkin mage seeking a new path in life. A grown adult, though not elderly, and I understand that’s changed little despite the centuries.” Left unspoken was how he must have attained immortality of sorts… or perhaps an incredibly high level simply shielded him. “He was quiet and studious; he did what was asked of him, and was a quick learner, as the reports say.” The Archbishop’s volume didn’t rise, but Vivi could tell he was growing angry as he spoke. “It was clear from the outset that he wished to learn the secrets of the divine, and pursued that goal with talent and dedication that many could only hope to match.”

His jaw tightened.

“The heavens do not bestow their power only upon the deserving,” he said, tone clipped. “A fact I struggle with to this day. So long as one connects to the divine in their own manner—through routine and effort—they may forge a path to channel the essence of something greater than themselves. Greater than us all.”

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Vivi felt herself growing interested for admittedly inappropriate reasons. She thought she understood the shape of what Augustine was revealing to her.

The Church and the Thaumaturgical Institute were separated for a good reason, despite both hosting mages of many disciplines. Priestesses and their variants used magic undoubtedly, and they even utilized spell circles… but tapping into divine energies allowed for not just circumventing foundational magical theory, but also empowering effects in great excess of what standard strategy permitted. Healing spells being the most prominent example.

Perhaps the Fell Apostate should be her main focus, but hearing one of the world’s preeminent experts on divinity speak about this topic fascinated her. She leaned forward, unintentionally, out of curiosity.

“Indeed, the Church learned too late that the Fell Apostate had come seeking the secrets of our devotion without noble purposes. And he succeeded in foul abundance. For many years, he toiled in the shadows.” His tone darkened. “Though for all I know, he was supported by the Church. Considering how much he accomplished, and for how long…”