"Understanding their culture is the least of my concerns," Salem sighed as she stood in front of the mirror. "Why can't they just let me in?"
"Well in my honest opinion, it only makes sense that you should try and assimilate with them at least a little bit you know?" Ali smiled nervously as she tried to lift the mound of clothes in the corner of Salem's bedroom. "Dressing like them would be a start."
"Speaking of dresses, what's got you all preppy?" The red mother smirked, her eyes focusing on the black silk around Ali's new dress. "I mean...damn."
"Oh well," Ali twirled around to showcase her attire. "I did some reflection, and I thought a temporary makeover was in order. You know, to honor my creator's vision. She took so much pride in her work."
"I can see why."
The doll's new dress was a slim-fit gown that hugged her small waist tightly, its mostly white surface dotted with creeping black vines that ran along her open back. Thanks to her new burst of confidence, Ali was more than willing to adorn the sleeveless qipao-styled dress, even with its side slits that reach up to her thighs. The visible beauty of the dress combined with the doll's visible midriff didn't take long to garner Salem's attention.
"You like it?" Ali giggled. "Valor told me to pick what I wanted."
"I never thought a petite body like yours could rock that style," Salem scoffed as she continued to stare at Ali's tender legs. "But hey, look who was wrong."
Suddenly, a second voice spoke from behind the girls, as if taunting them with its presence, "I couldn't agree more, damn girl had me looking the other way to avoid being a creep."
"Corian!" The red mother fumed as she realized who was spying behind her back. "Where were you?"
"Uhh, staring at cute back windows and avoiding the visitor. What else?" The young knight shrugged.
"You didn't need to disappear entirely you know," Ali frowned in tandem with Salem.
"Well, what did you want me to do? Expose myself? Listen, you shouldn't underestimate the Tella. I've seen their cloaking tech."
"You think they're watching from the shadows?" Salem pondered, placing a hand on her left hip.
"Well, that's a guarantee lady. What I don't know, is how close they're willing to get."
"Now that they have my compliance, I'm sure more courageous approaches will become more frequent. I need to focus on assimilating with them before things get out of hand."
"How come?" Corian shrugged.
"Because if I can't win their trust and loyalty, you'll be hiding as an outsider forever," Salem hissed.
"You really think you can do that?"
"It's one of our, I mean *my* plans to fix this rotting place."
"I see you've thought it through then. How about we start with Ali? I'm sure they'd love her as a peace offering."
"Excuse me?!" Salem growled, assuming the worst.
"Don't get it twisted," the young knight laughed. "I mean use your relationship with Ali to advertise your compatibility. She's the perfect girlfriend character."
"Girlfriend?" Ali questioned.
"Yea you know, the cute girl who humanizes the rough and tough survivor. If the Tella like theatrics, why not hit them with the old classic."
"I'll run the idea by Renny. She's probably seen Ali by now anyway," the red mother sighed as she turned to face the doll. "But only if you consent, of course."
"Whatever I can do to help Salem," Ali nodded. "It's alright."
"The smarter I can make myself seem, the more efficient this process will be."
Flexing her arms forward, Salem gestured confidently towards a short dress in the corner of the room, its thin velvet surface fitted perfectly for her body. She knew only the most eye-catching of appearances would captivate the Tella. And so after a brief moment of consideration, the red mother began finalizing her preparations to visit the Lotasi.
"You sure the council has approved for this meeting?" Ali frowned as she helped Salem slip into her outfit. "We wouldn't want to be rude."
"Renny was rather ecstatic about the whole thing, trust me," Salem chuckled as she pointed to a silver bracelet wrapped around her wrist. "We keep in touch."
"Just like with Ina?"
"Yes, although I've decided to keep our royal friend in the dark about this matter. She doesn't need to worry herself."
"Guess I'll just chill in the shadows then," Corian nodded before leaving the room. "Good luck Salem."
"Thank you," the red mother reached out. "I'll need it this time."
Just outside the bedroom, Salem's children began preparing themselves for their outing. They all knew how dangerous things could possibly become. Using all of the training he had received from Korus, Valor made sure to add every bit of advice he could as he armed his younger siblings. Anger, on the other hand, preferred to speak little and prepared only for himself.
"The key is to turn your defensive protocol into an offensive weapon. I'm sure you no doubt possess the knowledge I speak of," Valor spoke loud and confidently, reaching out towards Regret to hand him a sword.
"Yes. But what of mother?" Regret replied meekly, fidgeting with the standard-issue plasma blade he had been gifted. "Can she protect herself?"
"It doesn't matter. Everything we do is for her, hence the more passive approach to how we fight."
"But I am curious," Sorrow interjected. "Can mother fight?"
"She has the power to enhance her skill where there was once none, yes. But it is our duty to ensure she does not have to strain herself."
"I'm not sure I feel well equipped brother," Sorrow sighed as she stared at the weapons around her with disapproval. "None of this suits me."
"Makes sense," Anger muttered from a distance. "You were modeled after the silent Zealot rank. They are more nimble and graceful fighters who prefer a more unconventional arsenal. Unfortunately, none of the equipment we possess can assist you."
"Well, I never took you for an expert on your own people's culture," Valor laughed sarcastically. "Sorrow, maybe we can forge you something later. For now, let us use what we have."
"Very well then brother," the feminine Valekry nodded. "I understand."
"Hmph," Anger scoffed as he walked away. "I take interest in all my enemies."
True to his word, Salem's firstborn child had done extensive research on the technology and history of Lacuna ever since Ina's visit. It was his belief that only by knowing your enemy can one be truly confident against them. And if Salem were to remain safe in the coming days, he would need to be sharper than ever.
"Corian, do watch the mansion while we are gone. I mean it," Valor yelled as he waved at the young knight nearby. "This place is like home."
"Yeah I got it, don't worry about me," Corian replied in a cheery tone. "I like the place too."
Fully dressed in her goddy attire, Salem strutted through the hallway and towards the exit of the mansion, her children staring at her all the while. To them, she was like a mysterious goddess of red and white deserving of unending loyalty. But from Salem's perspective, the Valekry were simply just her family.
"Oh my sweet Regret," Salem spoke softly as she stretched out her mechanical hand towards the machine. "You seem timid."
"I've never had to fight before Mother. It's a scary thing to imagine," Regret replied mekely.
"Why then, don't think about it all that hard. Just follow your brother Valor, as well as your sister. Look to them for bravery."
"We do anything for the family isn't that right Mother?" Sorrow interjected.
"Always Sorrow. Very good," Salem smiled. "You're growing up so fast."
"Nonsense, my motivation comes from Ali. My sister is everything to me, and someone has to stand tall."
"Then look after your brother as well. For me."
Salem released a tender expression one more time before she disappeared past the frame of the door, leaving Sorrow and Regret to follow closely behind. After the family had finished crowding into the vessel Ina had given them months ago, the journey away from home had finally begun. Salem's mission to save Lacuna was not forgotten.
"Why are we leaving mother?" Regret asked as he sat beside his sister in the back of the vessel. "Isn't it safe here?"
"Why yes it is child. But the city out there is in danger, and I made a promise to keep it safe. Your mother has work to do," the red woman frowned. "About time I got started."
As Salem turned to face the door, she saw Ali standing in her way, her appearance meek and harmless.
"What about me Salem?" Ali tugged at the fabric of her black dress. "Should I stay with Corian? Or-."
"You want to see the outside world, is that it little doll?" Salem smiled.
"I..."
"For so long I've felt hopeless. That there is nothing more for me to do but cling to whatever happiness I can find and pray it lasts. But you all have begun to change me. Now, I worry for the future, and your protection. But more importantly, I want my family to feel happy. If you want to spread your wings Ali, I won't stop you."
"Dang," Corian muttered to himself as he watched from a distance. "Haven't heard that kind of hero speech since..."
"Oh Salem, you don't need to worry. I can stay here," Ali stammered.
"No, please. It's about time I consider the needs of others. After all you've done for me," Salem explained as she gestured toward her family. "Come along, Ali. We'll keep you safe."
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"In other news, another sudden attack near the center of arts has led to a shutdown of central Lacuna. Thankfully, the outbreak was promptly quelled by none other than shipmaster Redrix and his fleet, who showed no sign of hesitation as they cleansed the sector-."
"It's always the same dilemma over and over," Iris sighed audibly as she stared a the holographic image of a Tella news report. "Is Salem almost here?"
"She is currently en route in a royal shuttle," Renny replied, fidgeting with her silver bracelet.
"Should I arrange security?"
"Do it, but I'd rather they stay cloaked till trouble arises. Damn you Princess Ina, hiding in plain sight from that girl with all your little gifts and blessings."
Together with the rest of the Lotasi council, Iris and her secretary stood proudly atop a large silver castellum in Lacuna's wealthy northern district, waiting patiently for Salem's arrival. The dish-like structure was surrounded by intricate fountains and water canals, creating an image of a serene courtyard amidst metal and stone. Additionally, a series of red foliage and trees decorated the silver landing pad where the visitor of the castellum was expected to arrive.
"So what about her children? From what little we know of them, their combat rating somehow exceeds that of younger Valekry," Renny grimaced, pointing towards the castellum's landing pad with an uneasy hand. "What's stopping Salem from just killing us?"
"It is precisely her love for the Valekry that will stay her hand. Besides, her children have been trained by Korus, so there is not much use in trying to beat them conventionally. At least not without overwhelming force," Iris replied.
"Well, I hope you're right," Renny sighed as a red vessel appeared beyond the horizon. "Here she comes."
In accordance with protocol, a row of Valekry began to form just outside the landing pad to greet the visitor. They were silent as always, staring out into the distance like lifeless statues. But as the primary hatch to the shuttle was opened, some amidst the Valekry rank couldn't help but turn their head and stare. Stories of Salem had spread.
"I see you," the red mother smirked as she placed a prosthetic foot onto the red carpet. "My Valekry friend."
Salem then began to confidently strut down the walkway, making herself as visible as possible. Thanks to her stunning outfit and unusual demeanor, combined with her crimson eyes and artificial limbs, Salem was immediately a sight to behold. It wasn't long before all eyes were on her.
"Welcome Salem, to the floating city of Lacuna," Iris smiled, stretching out a welcoming hand to Salem. "I apologize for the late reception, but better late than never right?"
"I suppose so," the red mother frowned in response, standing just inches away from the pale woman. "Who are you?"
"My name is Iris, lead council member of the Lotasi, and champion of the Tella. Or in surface dweller words, I'm the alpha."
"I see," Salem squinted her eyes as she realized how much the Tella dwarfed her in size.
"Well, nice to meet you too. I guess."
"I do wish our first meeting could be under better circumstances-."
"But it's not. And you never bothered to contact me before. So tell me Tella alpha, what do you want from me."
Iris suddenly burst into laughter, unable to hold back her amusement. Salem of course was not amused and struggled to maintain a reasonable composure. Whatever she had done was clearly enough to set off the woman in more ways than one.
"I'm sorry Salem," Iris wheezed. "You're just so much unlike that cowardly princess. How surprising."
"Excuse me?" Salem hissed. "I asked a simple question."
"No. Excuse you," Iris growled in response, towering over the red mother as she stepped even closer. "You may have a grasp of our culture, and while I appreciate that, it does not make you our equal. If we are to speak on good terms, it is I who will ask the first question. Understood?"
"Fine then," Salem sighed, reminding herself of her dire mission. "Have it your way."
"Tell me dear. What is it you really want? I don't mean just fancy dresses and beautiful girls, or a happy life with your 'family'. What is it you want from Lacuna? I must know your plan."
"Well it's quite simple these days Iris," Salem sneered. "I want to save this city from itself."
"Ah, so you've seen our plight?"
"I've seen more than you know. And I will not let it rot away like the surface below."
"But what drives you? It can't be love for us Tella. Be truthful."
"Of course not, I'm doing it for them," the red mother replied confidently as she pointed to the machines behind her. "If you claim to know a damn thing about me, then you must understand my connection to them."
"Well, we appreciate your honesty. Truly," Iris smiled. "And yes, your inclination towards synthetic life has been noticed, especially when it comes to your choice of partner."
"Partner?" Salem stammered, worried the woman might have caught on to Corian.
"Indeed, the little doll is quite a beauty. She is one of the only reasons we began to trust you enough to reach out. A Tella and her female partner are important cultural icons. You Salem, have demonstrated good behavior with her."
"I-," the red mother blushed, knowing for sure Ali could hear from inside the shuttle. "If you say so."
"Are we wrong? Do you not have feelings for it?"
"She is not merely a toy," Salem growled, not realizing she was walking into a trap. "Watch your tone."
"Of course," Iris chortled. "Glad that's of the way. Please, follow me."
The tall woman then gestured for her beautiful guest to follow closely, leading Salem further into the silver castellum.
"Ugh," the red mother sighed, having already become exhausted with Tella culture. "Right."
As Salem trailed Iris further down the main path, she couldn't help but feel as if a thousand eyes were watching her. Strangely enough, the sensation did not come from the rows of Valekry guards, who diligently stared straight ahead. Realizing she was likely being spied on from the shadows, Salem's eyes flickered red before speaking softly into her silver bracelet.
"Remember what I said," the red mother whispered to her firstborn son who remained on the ship behind her. "Protect Ali. She is the priority."
"They are only interested in you, though I cannot see them," Anger replied in an agitated tone. "Do not walk into a trap like a fool."
"You know what I want," Salem growled before abruptly shutting off the remote connection. "She's all that matters."
"Having visions?" Iris joked as she began to face Salem and walk backward playfully. "I never can tell what you flower bearers are up to."
"You know about us?" Salem glared in response.
"Of course I do. It's hard to miss your antics. Between the princess and that dark-skinned freak from before, I've had plenty of experience with those who are so clearly possessed."
"Ina?" The red mother stammered, ignoring the remark on her flower's corrupting abilities. "What about her?"
"Interested? Well, of course, you'd be. She holds all the answers," Iris smiled, grasping at the air around her as she began to take in the scent of the nearby fauna.
"If this is supposed to be some kind of blackmail."
"Quite the opposite. I intend to make my opinion of the princess very clear. In fact, she is why we want you."
"Excuse me?"
"You flower bearers wield so much influence and power, and yet some of you refuse to use it. I've seen what yours can do Salem."
"I...didn't mean for that," Salem sighed. "It's what I want to prevent."
"Clearly. But Redrix doesn't see it that way, I'd watch out for him if I were you?"
"Who?"
"Ah, Ina didn't mention him either did she? How unsurprising."
"Enough with the games! What is she hiding?!" Salem grimaced as she struggled to keep up with Iris's larger stride. "Tell me!"
"Everything Salem. Not even I know her darkest secrets, even after my years of espionage. We Tella are brilliant spies if nothing else. But Ina, she's been here longer than any of us. No matter what point in history you examine, it's always her behind the curtain. Nearly every advancement we've made as a species is thanks to her. But now, she does nothing but hide away in her palace."
"But," Salem pondered. "How?"
"You saw the other layers of the city, didn't you? Think of it as a canvas for her work, always improving and evolving. She could give us all the gifts, but could never control us. Eventually, our culture leads us down the path of self-realization. We females were the superiors, and the males had no place in our society. Ina never forgave me for what I did on the night of silver tears."
"The Lotasi. You were the ones who killed the males?"
"I am the Lotasi Salem. Sure, there are other members of the council. But compared to me, they are inconsequential. I wanted the destruction of the males, and using the Valekry as my weapon, I killed them all."
"You...you were the one Kalis spoke of."
"Ah yes, Kalis. His solution for Lacuna's ailments was to wash it away in our blood. But you stopped him."
"I promised him I would protect his people. You are the problem," Salem growled as she pointed a prosthetic finger at the woman. "He warned me about you."
"Am I the problem Salem? I remember Cora said otherwise."
"She-," the red mother paused, realizing how long Iris had been watching her. "There were problems with the culture of the city. Stagnation as she called it."
"Indeed, she was the smartest member of our council back in the day. And I would completely agree with her, only, I have no idea how to solve this so-called stagnation."
"Cora worked with you?"
"Until I removed the weaklings from our society, yes. If it wasn't for my fondness toward her, I'd have killed that traitor."
"But don't you see it? You are the stagnation she spoke of. The Tella as they are cannot go on. This superiority complex of yours has caused so much of this!"
"I agree Salem. We've spread our wings as far as we can, yet we remain trapped in this little city," Iris sighed. "Look how smart you've become since you first arrived here. From a babbling whore to a proficient warrior. But tell me Salem, now that we've laid out the problems of Lacuna. How do we solve them? Kill me and everyone else you find to be a problem? it can't be so simple."
"I-..," Salem paused.
"You have me in the corner, don't you? I admit the Tella are wilting away as a people, dragging the Valekry with us into insanity and depression. We made an entire race think purely of battle and glory, only to force them into an infuriating peace. No wonder they've gone mad. But what is there to do? I believe your flower has the answers."
"My flower?" The red mother closed her eyes, summoning the visage of a red rose in the palm of her hand. "What of it?"
"I know it whispers to you, like a second mind. What does it tell you? How do we escape this hell of our making?"
Salem's hair began to glow red as she became more agitated. Something strange could be felt within her mind, almost as if Iris's knowledge of the flower was alarming. From Salem's perspective, it was the first time since Alia that someone had spoken of her power like it was an unstoppable omen. After all she had seen and done it was difficult not to laugh.
"So that's what you want," Salem stifled a crazed chuckle. "Your own flower to represent your cause?"
"I know they are the bedrock of this world. Only one of you can save our people," Iris spoke softly, her expression still calm and confident. "And I don't have to plead."
"Well, your right about one thing. We had an idea many moons ago."
"And?"
"The surface. That is the solution. A sick and twisted land full of mystery and possibility."
"Are you suggesting?"
"Spread your wings, just like you said. Let the Tella explore and bask in the enjoyment of a new fresh world. And when the surface dwellers inevitably stand in your way-."
"The Valekry will have the war they so desperately crave. Salem...," Iris pondered as she froze in place. "I will consider this."
"You're welcome," the red mother scoffed, for once feeling on top. "Glad we got that out of the way."
"Indeed it's a splendid plan. Only, there's one problem."
Salem and Iris stood across from each other in silence, as if engaging in a threatening standoff. A gust of wind blew through the pathway, carrying a mess of red leaves and grass. But the women continued to stand solemnly. They both knew what was on the other's mind.
"Where will I sit during this exodus?" Salem finished Iris's claim.
"Will you be a queen?" Iris glared.
"Or your lapdog."
"All I need is the red flower."
"I don't need you at all."
"The words of a submissive wife."
"The delusions of an egotistical maniac."
"Look who's talking honey."
The women continued to trade insults for some time, unwilling to budge an inch. After evaluating each other's intelligence, Salem and Iris were certain of a fateful truth. There could only be one queen.
"So that's what you want?" Salem sneered. "To sit upon the throne?"
"It's either you or Ina. Either way, I WILL have a princess on my lap," Iris growled like a wild animal.
Suddenly, Salem's eyes widened as she struggled to understand Iris's words. She understood the similarities between herself and Ina, and how the Tella desired at least one flower bearer on their side. But never once did Salem consider a deeper possibility.
"Princess?" Salem gasped. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, you heard me."
Iris placed a hand to her chest, realizing she had finally located an opening in Salem's defenses. Her words were like shadowy knives, poking and prodding her victim with false words all in an attempt to extract one single truth. All she truly wanted was control.
"But-," the red mother frowned.
"Think about it."
Pacing back and forth, Salem began to mutter unintelligible words, as if denying the reality in front of her.
"But why didn't she tell me?!" Salem cried out in anger. "If it's true?!"
"Oh, I'm sure you had your suspicions. And I understand why you said nothing. Typically, this sort of deal is up to the person with all the answers, especially given how close you are."
"But why keep it a secret? I-."
"You knew Salem. You could feel it. I don't need to be a flower bearer to understand that."
"No, she's my friend," Salem whimpered. "She wouldn't leave me all alone."
"She's your sister. And she watched you drown in your own ignorance."
"But why!?"
"You tell me Salem. Why let this city rot from within? Why sit idle while everything around us crumbles? Why watch the Valekry go mad and do nothing?"
"There has to be a reason."
"And I'd love to unveil that secret with you Salem. Do you see it now? The true problem."
Salem failed to respond, her mind deep in thought. Every instinct she had left was screaming at her not to believe someone like Iris. And yet, hidden in the corner of her mind was a warm and gentle memory. What Salem had felt when she first met Ina could never be forgotten. The warmth and the familiarity around the princess - all turned to dust in an instant of Iris's words.
Ina was her sister.
"The blue flower," Salem grunted as she began to control her emotions. "How could I have missed it?"
"You won't be in the dark with us oh red flower. This I promise you," Iris nodded as she stretched out her arm towards Salem.
"So it was all an act?!" The red mother glared. "Are you truly only interested in my help?"
"Oh don't get me wrong lady, after Lacuna is safe. You're mine."
"But for now-."
"The Tella need a leader," Iris finished. "One who will not abandon us."
Looking back at her family in the distance, Salem took a deep breath before finding her resolve.
"What do you need from me?" Salem glared. "Be truthful."
"I may be the head of the Lotasi, but I do not speak for all Tella. Become one of us, and show them you are a leader worth placing our faith in. Only together can we dethrone Ina."
"But-," Salem twitched. "I can't hurt her. I need answers. And the Valekry...I must save them. I promised."
"The machines mean nothing to me. They are merely tools by which we protect ourselves. But if you can manage coexistence between us," Iris pondered.
"I can and I will. Royalty does not concern me, but saving this city most certainly does."
"If that is your will. Make it known to us. Not just to me."
"But how?"
"I believe Renny spoke to you regarding the power of the press?"
"Yeah, she just wanted to be a perv," Salem growled, turning her back to Iris as she walked away. "There has got to be something else."
"Of course, you are more than just an object. But how will the people of Lacuna understand that when they know nothing of you?"
"What is there to say? Not even I can say for sure what I am."
"I disagree."
"Sure, you've spied on me enough to learn some things."
Iris groaned before reluctantly giving pursuit. As things were, Salem was well on her way back to the landing pad, having been already exhausted by her conversation. But the Lotasi leader was not yet ready to give up.
"Salem, when I look at you from afar, I see not just a girl. But her family. Every moment of your story is written into them," Iris gave a wry smile. "I mean, you literally named your children after emotions."
"They...are everything to me," Salem looked towards the vessel Ina had gifted her with teary eyes.
"Show me. Isn't that why you brought them here?"
"I brought them because I...do not wish to be alone. No matter where I go."
"What an interesting bond," Iris frowned as she gestured towards Renny, who swiftly unveiled her camera. "A kind of love Lacuna lacks. Show us."
"Anger," Salem spoke into the device on her wrist. "Bring everyone to me. We have guests to meet."
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"I'll never understand how you actually pulled this off, but I guess that makes you too alike huh," Iris smirked, gesturing towards Salem's mechanical children.
"I'd rather not talk about her right now," the red mother hissed before abruptly changing her expression to appear more relaxed. "How children why don't you introduce yourself."
"Hello, I am Valor," the bright orange machine bowed his head with a gentleman's flair.
"Charming. I know a few girlfriends who would dig you," Iris replied in an unusually sincere tone."
"Anger," Salem's firstborn child muttered with little to no enthusiasm.
"The brooding one, of course."
"Sorrow," the feminine Valekry took a bow with a bit more elegance than Valor.
"A lady Valekry? Can't say I hate the idea."
"Regret," the youngest machine spoke with some hesitation.
"Good to meet you too. Anything else?"
"And Ali. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Iris," the doll presented her own formal bow as she emerged from Salem's vessel in all her glory. "Please excuse my late entrance."
"Oh my," Iris's eyes widened as she attempted to contain herself. "You are the one I heard so much about."
"Ah well," Ali blushed.
Iris then approached the doll, grabbing her soft mechanical hand gently before giving it a kiss, as if the Tella woman were a knight in one of Valor's favorite novels.
"Pleased to meet your acquaintance, young lady," Iris spoke sternly as she gave Ali a formal greeting. "And welcome to Lacuna. It is my deepest regret that we could not welcome you sooner."
"Oh please. And here I thought you might disapprove," Salem shrugged, her disappointment becoming more and more visible.
"If there's one thing that freak Alia knew how to do, it was make a proper young lady. What a marvel your Ali is."
"She's not mine in that sense. If you want to speak to the doll about her maker, do it to her face," Salem growled.
"Well," Iris smiled awkwardly as she locked eyes with Ali. "Maybe not. It seems I might have hurt her feelings."
"She wasn't a freak," Ali frowned. "You wouldn't understand."
The doll then suddenly turned to leave, retreating back inside the ship.
"Oh Ali," the red mother sighed before pursuing the doll. "Come back please!"
Silence filled the silver landing pad as Iris stood awkwardly with Salem's children, neither party seemingly interested in the other.
"Well I must say, she's never done that before," Valor broke the silence with a disapproving gesture. "How rude of you."
"Say what you want machine, but you didn't know Alia like I did. Back before she lost her mind, she was a rather amusing little trickster. All her inventions and magic shows were a sight to behold in Lacuna. Well, that was of course whenever she decided to crawl out of her hole. For the longest time, we just assumed she was some strange crossbreed who randomly appeared in our city. Never would I have imagined she was actually a flower bearer," Iris explained with little remorse in her tone."
"Ali holds her dear. You were wrong to say what you did."
"You all are the ones who killed her. Not me."
"Is your tongue always so sharp?" Anger interjected.
"Wasn't always like this no. But after these past few years? I'm tired of sugarcoating things. I need your mother's help. And I need it fast. Alia was a threat to the city, and she eliminated it, just like with Kalis."
"Then you better hope she'll aid you in the next calamity," both Anger and Valor spoke with a disapproving tone. "For your sake."
Back inside the Valekry shuttle, Salem was doing her best to comfort the doll. But no matter how much she tired, it all seemed to be in vain. Ali was trapped in a stupor and was incapable of seeing reason.
"Please, Ali. You wanted to see the outside world," Salem frowned, placing her prosthetic arm against the doll's exposed shoulder. "You can't just hide away."
"I know Salem. But every time I think of her-," Ali lamented.
"She wanted you to be free."
"How would you know?"
"I..."
"Please Salem, I need to learn the truth. I want to be free of this."
"Ali..."
"It's not that I'm too scared, or that I can't handle the insults. Salem, I just want to know what Alia wanted for me. I need to know she gave me permission to live on without her."
"Living past her was always the plan Ali. From the start."
"But!"
"I know because I killed her. Her dying message was rather clear."
Ali's eyes widened for a moment as if the light in them had been taken away. She already knew for some time what Salem had done. But hearing the truth from the woman herself did nothing to relieve the pain.
"So that was her fate then," Ali muttered, her expression becoming unusually lifeless. "Her lessons to me weren't a ruse."
"She begged me to do it. And without Ina's...without my sister's power, I would have died fighting her. Alia was possessed by a power I cannot hope to understand. I barely fulfilled her final wish. I'm sorry Ali."
"It's quite alright. I'm not mad at you. It's just...hard to meet your maker and lose them moments later."
"Well. She loved you. If that's any closure."
"It is."
The doll and the red mother then stood together in silence, just like the group outside. Every soul present that day could feel the weight of the past crashing down on them, removing all heart and energy from the conversation. But perhaps, Salem thought, Lacuna still had a future if they all stood together.
"I can't decipher all her plans but," Salem continued. "She knew something we all didn't and-."
"Ina is your sister?" Ali interrupted the red mother, her mind slowly recognizing the meaning behind the words that had been spoken. "How is that possible?"
"Apparently it's obvious. Or so I've heard."
"Well, I suppose there were signs yes."
"Don't feign your shock, Ali, I was a fool for not seeing it earlier."
"Oh Salem," the doll smiled, having regained her composure. "Don't blame yourself. This is good news."
"It'll take me time to process it. That's for sure. Come now Ali, let's go back outside. I'll make sure Iris doesn't say anything else offensive," Salem reassured.
After the pair of pale-skinned women made their way back outside, Iris was met with a cold scowl.
"I hope I didn't hurt her too badly," Iris joked.
"Listen if you want me, don't ever make her sad again," Salem fumed as she put a hand to her chest. "It's a simple deal."
"Well...given the benefits," the tall woman smiled, once again stepping closer to Salem in order to reveal her superior height and physique. "I can agree to those terms."
"Good. Now, what of the rest of the Tella council?"
"Oh, I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to meet you. I myself was the only real hurdle to jump. The road from here should be smooth. Follow me to the council chamber, we've spent enough time walking through a glorified parking lot."
As the group passed through the windbreak of red trees, Salem began to lag behind, her sense of direction becoming skewed and distorted. Ali was the first to take notice, her eyes no longer fixated on the horizon. It was as if she could experience the same sensation Salem was trapped in.
"As you can see here, we meet just about every month in the theatre over here," Iris spoke as she led her guests. "The Lotasi dubbed it the crescent truth. Sounds dramatic I know, like they reveal some epic mystery in there by the hour. But in truth, it's just an overgrown teahouse where the powerless pretend to have a plan. I do all my real work in my own living space."
The large building beyond the path did indeed fit Iris's description. It was a large silver theatre with streaks of gold running down its surface, interlayered with divots and holes filled with jewels. Atop the building sat the symbol of a crescent moon, its tacky gold structure doubling as an organ of sorts for musical purposes. But no matter how extravagant the home of the Tella council appeared to be, Salem remained unamused. She was preoccupied by something else sudden and mysterious.
"Ah Iris," Valor paused, taking notice of Salem's indecision. "Could we pause for just a moment? I know the opera house is wonderful and all but-."
"They get impatient you know," Iris continued. "If you want to gain favor with all the rich ladies in there, we can't dawdle forever."
The Tella woman frowned as she pointed a finger to the large bronze doors of the opera house, its borders surrounded by a round set of stairs. It seemed everyone was already inside just waiting for Salem to arrive. Iris knew better than anyone how much time had already been wasted, and was becoming more annoyed by the second.
"Something is wrong," Anger interjected, placing himself in front of the Tella woman. "I cannot describe it."
Salem then stood in place, her eyes searching for something unseen. The group was mere steps away from the entrance to the opera house, the sound of voices and instruments becoming louder and louder. But until she could explain her situation, Salem would not move an inch.
"That's not possible. I feel...a flower?" Salem gasped.
"Oh what now? Your sister is coming to crash the party?" Iris joked.
"It's not her. I know Ina better than this."
"You have defeated every other presence we know of," Anger added, pushing his way closer to Salem. "It must be something new."
"Well, I assure you the opera house is the safest place to be if you feel in danger," Iris sighed. "Let's get inside, there's plenty of security there."
After much thought, Salem reluctantly agreed as she sluggishly followed Iris through the large opera house doors. Inside she found an assembly of Tella, all seated around a stage as if a court were in session. The gathering of women was so large in fact, that the typical escort of Valekry was beyond anything Salem had ever seen, with dozens of the tall figures standing guard at every corner.
"See, I told you it was safe," Iris continued as she pointed toward the center stage, its polished wooden surface gleaming with light. "I'll introduce you."
Her sense of unease not yet dissipated, Salem looked around her to see an ocean of Tella staring at her, all eagerly waiting in their rows of cushioned chairs. The whispers and hearsay that came from their lips had become almost predictable for the red mother, with most discernable voices focused on her appearance and grandeur. And while Salem had no love for the posh and judgemental, she couldn't help but feel a tad bit prideful with all the attention she was receiving.
"Look at her," One Tella woman whispered from the upper row of seats. "So elegant and mysterious. Are you sure she's one of us?"
"She has to be. No surface dweller can have that kind of graceful aura," another girl replied from a distance. "Look, she's getting on stage now."
"Are those prosthetics? Did she get in an accident or something?"
"No, you idiot," another voice called out. "Clearly she's a war veteran. Show some respect."
"I just think it looks hot. Makes me want to chop off my own limbs for that kind of look."
"Look at her entourage, what a cute little girl. When will we get to meet her?"
"Patience you dimwit, let Iris present them one at a time."
A sharp bell then began to ring as Iris stepped upon the stage, pulling Salem to her side with a smile. With nothing but the motion of her hand, the leader of the Lotasi forced the room into silence. Salem may have been the special guest, but as things stood, Iris was the alpha of the crescent opera.
"Friends. Sisters. Members of the Lotasi. It is with great excitement that I introduce you to our first royal descender."
"A descender?" Many of the Tella women whispered under their breath. "From where?"
"Long have we Tella searched for a proper specimen on Peruvia. And for years, we have found nothing," Iris continued. "Yet now here we finally face the fruits of our labor. Behold, the girl named Salem."
A spotlight then began to focus on Salem, as the rest of her family faded back into the shadows of the foreground. A round of applause sounded off through the theatre, proving to Iris she had chosen her partner well. Salem on the other hand merely glared at the crowd in silence, as if taunting their shallow amusement.
"Our beautiful friend here has been living in our station for quite some time now, and some of you have even found the opportunity to see her before. And while she may be a foreigner, I speak with confidence when I say she understands our culture and has integrated with our most special traditions."
"Why does she look like the princess?" One Tella woman asked politely as Iris pointed towards her. "The Lotasi haven't been in contact with Ina for years and yet, I cannot help but feel there is a similarity here."
"Ah what a wonderful observation," Iris responded, wrapping her arm around Salem's waist with a smirk. "This girl here is a gem in the rough, in more ways than one. You see, it is my belief that somehow, she is of royal blood."
A series of confused voices rang out through the theatre, causing Salem to release an exasperated groan. There was much disarray when it came to the nature of Lacuna royalty, especially after the night of silver tears. In fact, many Tella were blissfully unaware of the lands that lay beneath them, causing their impression of Salem to become even more delusional.
"But she's a surface dweller!" One woman called out. "Are you suggesting our most pureblooded lineage comes from down below? Before this, we had just assumed the girl was a happy accident."
"I concur!" Another girl replied.
"Now now," Iris explained as she placed another hand on Salem's stomach. "Let us not forget the great many mysteries our reclusive princess has left us. Instead of providing confusion and panic, Salem here could very well be the answer we have been looking for all this time. If she is really of royal blood, what else could be true?"
"That is true," one softly spoken Tella proclaimed, standing up from her seat while tugging at her blue dress. "This...Salem is a sign of potential change in Lacuna. Where did she come from? And can she lead us there?"
"A wonderful proposition. I too have been wondering just what Salem can do for us," Iris smiled. "But first, why don't we all familiarize ourselves with this new beautiful woman?"
Salem's shallow breath then became amplified by the opera, as Iris and the rest of the theatre began to stare at her.
"I...well," Salem stammered. "If you want answers, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I'd do anything just to find out what in the hell I am."
The audience remained silent, eager to hear more.
"She's the sassy type I see," one Tella laughed, followed by a series of likeminded responses. "I like it."
"Oh you haven't seen anything from this fiery type," Iris chortled. "Go on Salem?"
"What the hell do you want me to say? I'm not the wordy type, nor am I inclined to like you with sweet words. And judging from your looks, many of you probably just want to have sex with me anyway. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but that's also not going to happen. There's only really one reason I bothered to be here. I need help saving this damn city."
To Salem's surprise, a round of applause suddenly erupted around the opera.
"See? I told you she was exciting," Iris cheered.
"Exciting?!" Salem growled. "This isn't a game. You people have a problem, and you want a solution. Get off to me all you want, but I mean business. So if you could please, shut up and listen to what I have to say!"
Despite the red mother's rant, the crowd only continued to express their enjoyment, as if Salem was exactly what they wanted.
"Stop enjoying this dammit!"
"Play into it Salem. They like you," Iris whispered into Salem's ear as she drew even closer. "You're supposed to be my catch remember."
"My god your children!" Salem fumed. "You wanted a more sexy and active queen! Here she is! I'll be whatever you need just stop with your little game of denial!"
After gritting her teeth and turning away, the crowd finally subsided and began to respect Salem's words.
"Is mother alright? I've never seen her so furious before," Regret whispered to his siblings as they stood watching from beneath the stage.
"She was insistent we not intervene unless the doll is in peril," Anger responded with a hiss. "Mother has made up her mind, and has decided to suffer for these people. We must respect her decision."
Having finished her spiteful tantrum Salem looked to the crowd once more with a tinge of waning patience. Iris then squeezed her hips, silently informing the woman she had better tolerate the annoyances if she wanted to make any progress at all. Left without any other choice, Salem ignored her instincts and stepped forward.
"Now," the red mother sighed. "About the state of Lacuna. You're all smart ladies. You know what the problems are. Iris has talked you through it for years, and I have a solution."
"Oh do please tell us," Iris motioned as she released her grip on Salem. "What good can you do us after all these years of searching for hope?"
"Lacuna is stagnant. Plain and simple. There are many factors to blame, but as it stands, the truth is unavoidable. Your princess Ina is a remarkable woman and a genius I've had the fortune of befriending. But even after all she's done for this city, the princess is unable to save you from this stupor. The Valekry are their minds, unable to fulfill their primary mission of war and honor. The Tella seethe in their endless desire for something more in life and end themselves in a futile attempt to cope. Things are dire. But I can help."
"What is your plan?" Many members of the audience pleaded. "We are listening."
After taking a deep breath, Salem spoke with confidence, "We must open the doors of Lacuna. Step foot on the surface of Peruvia, and spread our wings."
Deep within her heart Salem knew she was lying, and that her schemes to fix the state of the world were so much more sinister and complex thanks to the spurning flower within her. But for the sake of the Tella, she needed a convincing front. Her promise to Kalis also remained unfulfilled, driving her next words.
"You mean to co-exist with the primitives?" Iris paused with a confused look on her face. "Surely that can't be the plan Salem."
"I mean for us to colonize them. You are Tella. What is stopping you from taking what is rightfully yours by the rule of strength? Why not imbibe in the luxury of the exotic planet below? Have you not already created a program within Glacia to sample the goods of the surface? I've seen it myself. I've lived on the surface. Nothing could stop you, especially not with the Valekry as your righteous spear. Those primitives wouldn't stand a chance against an army of mechanical knights finally given the glory they've so desperately craved."
The crowd paused, taking in Salem's words with unusual care.
"I didn't expect that," a Tella woman whispered from the front row of the opera. "She speaks with reason."
"See? I knew she was more brains than boob," Iris produced a fake laugh, hiding her amazement at Salem's words. "Let's call a vote. Like a real council. What do the Lotasi think of Salem's plan? Is it worth considering?"
A series of blue lights began to emit from each row of seats, blinding Salem in the process. The red mother had no idea what any of the signals meant, but judging by Iris's smile, it was good news. Finally, after some time had passed, the voting process came to an end.
"Well well Salem," Iris sighed. "I see you've done well for yourself."
"Did I win?" Salem shrugged. "They like it?"
"Oh, you can't tell how we feel? Well maybe this will send a message."
Suddenly, Salem felt a large hand clasp her chin as a pale face drew close. A second arm then wrapped around her waist, pulling her in with great speed. Before Salem could even react, a long tongue entered her mouth, forcing her into a long and humiliating kiss.
"My goodness, are they getting married?" Regret asked as he watched Iris make love to Salem for what felt like hours, his mother's face producing a shocked and confused expression.
"I don't think so," Sorrow responded with a suspicious tone. "This is why she told us not to intervene."
The Lostai crowd then erupted into a cheer, overjoyed to see their leader push herself onto Salem, claiming the beautiful woman as a prized and valuable possession.
"Mh! The hell is wrong with you!" Salem mumbled as Iris finally withdrew. "I didn't say you could do that!"
"There is our answer you dimwit," Iris licked her lips, savoring the taste of Salem. "They voted yes. From here on out, you have a real position with the Lostasi."
"At what cost," the red mother growled.
"You're mine Salem. But hey, you wanted political influence right? Let's just say you're one step closer to what you truly desire."
"You can make me queen?" Salem sighed, putting her prosthetic hand to her lips in order to wipe away the saliva.
"Keep this up and the Lotasi will crown you themselves."
"And what then? I sleep with you for a coronation?"
But before Iris could respond, an audible rumbling erupted from the ground as if the surface of Lacuna had come alive. A strange mist then filled the air, followed by a chorus of undiscernible voices. Something was coming for Salem, and she could sense it from miles away. The Lotasi crowd began to panic as they confusedly shuffled about, asking questions toward their Valekry guards while reaching for the exits.
"Prepare yourself," Anger ordered his siblings with a calm and collected voice, reaching for his mace as he sprinted up the stairs toward Salem. "This is it."
A giant figure then emerged from the mist, its twisted form appearing almost out of thin air. Falling to the ground in front of the women, the large figure stretched out its limbs and began to speak. All manners of security within the opera remained bewildered with most Valekry too busy shepherding the Lostasi council to help, leaving Salem alone with the giant's words.
"Hello little corpse," the mechanical creature spoke, its voice raspy and distorted.
A symphony of music suddenly filled the air, reminding Salem of her encounter with Alia. But unlike the sound of the purple flower, the large creature's rhythm was panicked and rambunctious, signifying its chaotic nature. Realizing the nature and identity of her opponent, the red mother began to panic.
"The yellow flower," Salem whispered to herself. "Kalamis."
Several creatures then began to emerge around the group, their disheveled figures clawing their way up from beneath the landing pad. The sound of gunfire could be heard erupting all around, proving the extent of the flower's invasion. Surrounded and outnumbered, Salem's family stood poised for an attack.
"Ah yes, our bother has spoken to you," Kalamis hissed. "How sweet it shall be to avenge him!"
"Salem!" Anger called out to Salem, shoving Iris aside to protect her.
Just as the loyal machine dove in front of its mother, Kalamis slammed his crooked staff into the ground, shattering the ground beneath him. The crescent opera rumbled as debris fell all around the audience, its very foundations completely shattered along with the rest of the surrounding environment. Complete chaos had taken hold leaving the Tella helpless in its wake.
"Oh god," Iris grimaced as a gigantic sinkhole formed beneath her, revealing the cityscape of Lacuna below.