Chapter 12: The Ribbon Seamstress and House of Kalasiris
Seeing the Painted Wild Bengal 'Herself' having a sure-fated encounter with the creature ushered in by the Tower of Doors, some Mystical Creatures felt jealous.
One of them is the Eye of Avaricious, the Lord of Precognition, with a Mythical Body of a giant eye with million black pupils within and connected with red nerves. Lord of Precognition is different from Painted Wild Bengal.
This Lord has no 'human-like body, making it more difficult to distinguish its gender. Therefore, Most use 'It' as the pronoun for prayer.
Without saying anything, 'It' employed 'Its' power under the Present Defiler domain and supported it with the special ability of charlatan.
Though 'It' has a title, Lord of Precognition, when it comes to Houses and higher levels of Celestial Order, he can't see their future. 'Its' powers are only applicable to entities of the same level or lower and not higher. Those who have special weapons or owned Houses are technically more powerful than those who haven't.
This is the limitation of not having his own House. That is why 'It' is so eager to find out if 'It' is fated to the person inside. 'It' can use 'Its' powers to affect others into 'Its' bidding and in a way, the Lord of Precognition might have 'Its' very own Ancient House of Heritage.
He is afraid of Seamstress, but seeing that others might steal this opportunity, he gambled.
When it comes to gambling, high risk means high return. No one knows this better than the Twelve Maggots of Cosmos.
These powers, only known to the Order of Clairvoyance, defiled a part of the humongous red string and attached 'Its' own thread of fate. With the special ability of the charlatan, the Eye of Avaricious used its powers to falsely claim that there is a connection between 'Itself' and the being inside the tower.
Through the use of the connection of the red string to the Tower of Doors, 'It' could sneak a peek at the only living creature inside of the tower.
But the humongous red string emitted energy capable of searing foreign powers off of it. It might be that the Seamstress is currently 'seeing' what is happening and mobilized her power to prevent unwelcomed entities from harming that person inside.
The thread of fate of Eye of Avaricious was melted instantly the moment it tried to strengthen the tie itself to the red string. 'It' did not expect such aggressive action.
There are a lot of situations one can happen by a red string of fate. 'It' thought that this is just one of them.
The Mythical Body of Eye of Avaricious suffered a burning 'fate' wound at a left corner of 'Its' giant eye and hundreds of 'Its' million black pupils burst forth into black pusses and assimilated with the zone.
The 'fate' wound is very tricky to cure. To prevent further losses, with a scream, "Seamstress! How dare you!"
The 'fate' wound is very tricky to cure. To prevent further losses, 'It' screamed in annoyance and threat, "Seamstress! How dare you!"
"If others from my Twelve Maggots are here, I dare you to do it. Just you wait." 'It' left as fast as 'Its' scream reverberated.
The Eye of Avaricious might be angry, but there is nothing 'It' can do. The opponent is very powerful and governs one of the Three Origin Celestial Order. Only escape can give 'It' a way of survival.
But the Ribbon Seamstress acts otherwise. 'She' accepts such no disrespect.
Thin cherry-red stringed scissors of fate appeared out of nowhere. This is a special kind of red string for this is responsible for tying up Mystical Creatures and the scissors capable of cutting fates. It is the cursing ability of the Order of Fate.
The Eye then emitted a special glow that resisted the curse of fate. But fate is not an easy opponent, with no other choices, the Eye gave up a hundred years of its eyes to combust and it stopped the curse from fully cutting 'Its' Mythical Body's fate.
"Do not force me any further, Seamstress, or I might bring you down with me." The Seamstress thought it first and the Eye used the time to escape.
Wounds and loss piled up for the Lord of Precognition. What happened here exceeded 'Its' expectations. Apart from suffering, no other positive results happened.
With 'Its' sacrifices, 'It' was able to escape but with a great cost. Luckily for 'It', the Seamstress put no priority to 'It'.
After seeing a failed attempt, no got discouraged. In fact, everyone prepares to move.
Another Soul Body emitted strange powers, unafraid of being punished just like what happened to Eye of Avaricious. This power came from River Blood, a powerhouse from Order of Poison but no House.
Just like the Eye, River Blood has also 'It's as the pronoun.
River Blood, in the form of a drop of violet liquid, also employed 'Its' thread of fate. The drop of violet liquid was twice the size of Earth.
'Its' thread is quite a bit special as its form is in haze-like shape, and elongated just like any other thread.
'It' mobilized its ten-thousand year nurtured poison out of 'Its' body and combined it with 'Its' thread of fate. 'It' thinks that this big of power can do a better job than the Eye of Avaricious.
This poison is very potent, indeed. With sizzling sounds coming from 'It' poisoning the zone of inhibition, the thread crawled slowly towards the humongous red string, and just like the Eye of Avaricious, 'It' tried to poison a part of the red string under the Bodily Fluids domain and supported by the abilities of a nurturer. Nurturing the poison in hopes of opposing the powers from the Fate Celestial Order.
River Blood is confident in 'Its' ability in terms of poison. 'It' is the amalgamation of poison, so how could he be seared by fate?
But with the same result, the hazy thread of fate burned to nothingness and its owner suffered punishment for 'Its' impunity. River Blood tried to test the waters by increasing the output. But no matter what 'It' does, the searing continued.
"This is impossible. We are all Mythical Beings. How can you empower me so easily?"
'Its' size visibly shrunken by a few kilometers and River Blood no longer has bad thoughts and quickly escaped. River Blood is luckier than the Lord of Precognition. As if the Seamstress allotted a lot of 'Her' power from those two bouts, she could not bestow vengeance.
Everyone felt puzzled. The Seamstress might be powerful, but it doesn't mean 'She' could suppress everyone. With her strength alone, she is only on top by a few margins compared to others.
What made her a true powerhouse is her governance of Fate and 'Her' successful completion of 'Her' House.
Though puzzled, no one said anything. They kept silent. After a while, a hollow version of House of Kalasiris passed by.
'As I have thought...' Seeing that 'Her' powers were boosted, some of the powerful and older Mythical Creature were having thoughts of maybe 'She' used 'Her' House.
'They' were all shocked. Mobilizing 'Her' own House just to protect someone else.
Everyone knows that House is powerful, but nobody can move it on a whim just because 'They' want to. Sacrifices must be met for the House to do the bidding of its owner. Even if the Ribbon Seamstress made the House herself, she is no exemption to it.
The Order of Fate is a mystical force in the cosmos. Some powerful entities salivate in the presence of fate, willing to wield but not able to.
No Mystical Creature can hide from the powers of fate. Everyone knows that. 'They' might be ousted by others if 'They' continue such insolence.
Now, everyone can see how great of an importance Ribbon Seamttess gave to this entity inside. Afraid of provoking her, they did not move and bad thoughts were put in the very back of their minds.
The thousand-meter width and hundreds of millions of meters of long red string have successfully reached the walls of the Tower. It shrank and morphed to a size of a long linen dress and walked.
After everything is said and done, still the nasty-tailed creatures showed no movement. They eyed the long linen dress walking, ready to pounce but the silence from their Eldest means the Eldest allows the Seamstress to pass through.
Everyone who saw it was shocked. 'The Seamstress 'Helself' is present.'
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As more time passed, the different colors of light completed their respective symbols in Martin's soul.
Though fully formed, he still could not clearly see the materialized symbols in his soul. Something is blocking his 'vision' to visibly check what the colors of light embedded into his soul are.
Nevertheless, he is already tired and weak. He let nature do its work. His eyelids closed themselves and consciousness faded.
"Oh no. Not sleep again. Comatose-mode initiating." He lampooned.
He couldn't help his body from falling backward without his support. But before his last shred of awareness entered another slumber, he groggily saw a small black dot coming from the darkest point of the tower. It descended majestically and crimson red petals of a small budding lotus showered down upon him.
'Is that… a lotus?' Due to his hazy vision as if hallucinating, he wasn't sure of what he sees.
As it came close to him, its thousands of tentacle-like roots wrapped him up like a mummy. They dragged him slowly, afraid of stopping his stupor.
His eyes closed and he fully dived to sleep. He could smell the lily scent of her mother when she is cooking, the smell of his father, and his sibling's sweat from frolicking around their house.
"Sigh. Just like before… just like… before," With a sweet smile, sleep fully dawned upon the rugged Martin.
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As the roots fully wrapped Martin, the small budding crimson lotus connected its remaining roots downwards. It fell into the floor and rotted there.
The rainbow lights regathered, waving to the crimson lotus. Like a long friend waving goodbye to its pal. They know that the crimson lotus must vacate this place.
They deemed slightly, saddened by this parting.
Energy poured out of the floor and was absorbed by the small budding crimson lotus. As it recharges itself, a figure appeared. It initially wanted to lash out, but before it could, an ephemeral voice was heard.
"No need to be alarmed, little friend. I mean no harm, that is why the Tower let me in," 'Her' voice was amiable and so friendly but the lotus did not put its defense down so as the rainbow lights. They also charged their energies waiting for the moment to burst and burn.
Seeing such things, the Seamstress only sigh a little, "Yes, that is right. Do not trust anyone. You all learned from experience, didn't you? I can't expect you all to trust me. Afterall…" A long sigh came after followed by a long silence.
Fortunately, the small crimson red lotus finished its charging up and the rainbow light slightly felt comfortable seeing the lotus ready to escape.
The Seamstress watched it charging up and before it could truly leave this place, 'She' Ordered, "You, who are fated to me. No matter where you are, fret not, for fate entangled us. You are the first but not the last. You are my hope but not the salvation... or will you?"
After hearing these words, the lotus moved on its own, afraid that the powerhouse will do something. The Tower might accept foreign powers, but it doesn't mean its inhabitants will abide. With a crimson light hue, the lotus vanished in an instant towards an unknown place.
"Farewell, my fated one." Without waiting for the rainbow lights to react, 'She' turned around and left.
After stepping out of the way made by the Tower, 'She' directly entered her House. Inside, 'Her' apostles are either praying or organizing 'Her' holy place. She walked to her Threaded throne room and sat down on the only seat in the middle.
'She' was silent for a while and 'She' covered 'Her' mouth with a white handkerchief, wiping a trace of blood leaking on the edge of 'Her' lips.
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