Third Person PoV:
Location: Secret Sanctum; Paris; France [Around The Same Time As Avengers Head Towards Arachnumec]
In the dimly lit chamber, the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning incense, casting an otherworldly haze that clung to the heavy atmosphere. the eerie glow of flickering candles cast a dim light on the macabre spectacle unfolding.
The walls, adorned with grotesque symbols of twisted demons and arcane runes, seemed to writhe as if animated by unseen forces. The air pulsed with an unnatural energy, sending shivers down the spines of the gathered zealots.
At the centre of the chamber stood the imposing altar, its surface adorned with twisted patterns reminiscent of demonic architecture.
There were symbols, etched deeply into the dark obsidian stone, which seemed as if they absorbed and trap the ambient light, creating an unsettling play of shadows.
The altar held a collection of strange artifacts — ritualistic daggers, vials of dark liquids, and effigies representing the demonic hierarchy.
A middle-aged man with a tall and muscular build and smooth grey-white long hair, dressed in robes worn by the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj and a hood drawn low over his face stood by the altar.
This was Kaecilius, a sorcerer who had defected from his duties as a protector of Earth after the loss of his family. In Kaecilius' outstretched hand, there writhed a grotesque amalgamation of tormented souls, their anguished cries echoing in the chamber.
The souls, compressed and intertwined, struggled to break free, their collective pain forming a twisted offering to the cosmic forces Kaecilius sought to beckon. These souls comprised of friends, loved ones and those who trusted the zealots deeply. Prior to their tragic fate, of course.
With a swish of his hand, the candles lit up with an eerie red light akin to that of blood. He placed the compressed souls on the meticulously designed altar as an offering to please the one he now served.
As if in sync, all the zealots started chanting incomprehensible phrases. Kaecilius channelled his magic and proceeded with the sacrificial ritual. He chanted loudly:
"The Architect of Infernal Machinations;
Supreme Strategist in the Abyss;
Mastermind of Endless Schemes;
The Demonic Executor, Weaver of Dark Designs.
We pray to the executor of 'Her' will. The chaos tyrant who plunges reality into the depths of terror. We pray for obtaining eternal life in your unholy domain!"
The offering of wailing souls vanished in a burst of flames as soon as he finished speaking, marking a successful ritual. The flames then materialized into a vintage box at the centre of the ritual circle. 'He' had responded to their offering and bestowed a gift to them.
A burst of information appeared in Kaecilius's mind informing him of knowledge regarding this gift. The box contained something known as 'Seeds of the Fallen.' A mystical item that can convert 'His' followers into demonic beings directly under 'His' servitude.
Of course, they would be the lowest of beings in the demonic hierarchy, but with enough exploits they could become higher demonic beings. The zealots reverent devotion had been answered.
There was only one seed of the fallen, but none of the followers present were going to compete with Kaecilius. He was their leader who had been personally chosen and approved by their lord, after all.
Just as Kaecilius was about to pick up the box, the red flames burst into existence one more in the form of writing atop the altar. It was an order from 'Him' and read:
[Head towards New Salem, the Land of the Witches in service to the Lady. Meet up with Agatha Harkness, 'The Witch of Ruin' chosen by 'Her' as an executor of 'Her' will and await further instructions.]
The flames vanished as soon as he finished reading that message. Obviously, he would comply with the order. Lord Demiurge had shown him the right path in 'Her' servitude and had granted him the opportunity to win back the life of his deceased family members.
'She' was truly above all and could not be named by someone as insignificant as him. But 'She' had taken notice of Kaecilius and sent Lord Demiurge as a messenger to bring Kaecilius and his like-minded followers onto the path of salvation.
The pantheon of Nazarick had quieted down significantly following the mythical events of the Great Purge. Other than a few odd incidents here and there, they did not cause much noise on the multiversal scene.
Regardless, no one with significant know how or power had truly forgotten them. It was only a matter of time before 'She' made moves again. This was a matter prophesised by multiple powerful entities. And the promised time was nearing.
Kaecilius, as a knowledgeable sorcerer, also knew about the infamous witch of ruin as well. She and the witches who followed her had been instrumental in designing the events of the Great Purge.
Despite all the true or embellished facts that circulated about Agatha, one thing was certain as she herself proclaimed this fact repeatedly. Agatha essentially held a position similar to being 'Her' grand priestess.
There were multiple different ways to say this but the essential meaning remained the same. Agatha was the one who received an oracle directly from 'Her' whenever 'She' wanted to accomplish something.
Kamar-Taj had a policy of ignoring anything and everything related to 'Her' unless they had staged a catastrophic event that could end everything. If they wanted to deal with such events they made a journey to Arachnumec, to get the citizens help.
Due to this, Kaecilius had never come across Agatha in person. Looking at her, he also held a certain envy deep within his heart. He also wished to be the one who received the Lord's oracle directly.
And he would make sure to earn this privilege by completing all missions successfully. Thinking of this, he turned around to speak to the other zealots:
"Lord Demiurge has bestowed this gift and given orders. We are to head towards New Salem to fulfil his wishes. Make preparations immediately.
If we do well, we might be given the opportunity to climb the 'Webway' and enter the 'Blazing Temple' located in the lord's dimension. May your fate be shrouded in eternal darkness…"
"May your fate be shrouded in eternal darkness!"
"May your fate be shrouded in eternal darkness!"
"…"
Of course, Lord Demiurge had made no such promises but Kaecilius believed it to be true. Even if it was not so, it could be used as a motivator for the zealots to complete the orders efficiently.
The zealots truly desired to ascend the 'Webway'. Any true follower would desire so. The Asgardians had even copied 'Her' personal design by creating their own cheap knock off. The so-called Bifrost.
The Webway, a mystical lattice of intricately woven threads, extended from the core of Nazarick, 'Her' sacred realm.
This celestial bridge not only linked the 11 realms within Nazarick but also functioned as a divine conduit, facilitating travel to diverse corners of the multiverse, and according to whispers, spanning the bounds of time itself.
Such capabilities were, of course, expected, given that 'She' transcended all realms.
***
Location: Earth-Z; Sanctum of the Cosmic Weaver; Church of the Weaver
The sanctum rises as a monumental structure, seamlessly blending arcane mystique with cutting-edge technology. Located in a pocket dimension, its exterior appears as a harmonious synthesis of ancient architecture and futuristic design.
Tall, crystalline spires reach towards the sky, adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of cosmic constellations. Upon entry, visitors are greeted by a colossal atrium bathed in the soft glow of holographic projections.
The central hub, overseen by former TVA members, boasts a massive spherical device—the Nexus Core. This advanced machine, a marriage of magic and science, channels temporal energies to facilitate connections across all of time.
The interior is a marvel of architectural ingenuity. Visitors traverse corridors adorned with interactive displays showcasing the timelines and alternate realities under the watchful gaze of the Cosmic Weaver.
Enormous viewing chambers, equipped with reality-warping screens, display glimpses into distant worlds and divergent timelines. A transcendent energy permeates the sanctum, resonating from the Nexus Core.
Magical conduits intertwine with quantum processors, creating a harmonious synergy that allows the sanctum to serve as a hub for dimensional travellers and worshippers alike. At the heart of the structure lies the Celestial Auditorium—an awe-inspiring assembly hall that accommodates countless worshippers.
Here, sermons and ceremonies are conducted, blending ancient rituals with explanations of cosmic phenomena. The auditorium's domed ceiling, a fusion of enchanted panels and adaptive nano-materials, shifts to mirror the cosmic events discussed during gatherings.
The sanctum is further divided into smaller alcoves, each dedicated to a different aspect of the Spider Goddess's influence—fate, time, and the intricate patterns of existence. In one corner, a hidden library holds ancient texts and forbidden knowledge, guarded by ethereal guardians.
The library is run by spider totems selected across the various generations and act as a gathering point for discussions about the evils of the multiverse that must be exterminated in order to maintain stability.
Mobius, now assuming the prestigious role of the Pope in the Church of the Weaver, cuts an imposing yet benevolent figure. Clad in elaborate ceremonial robes, rich with symbols of time and cosmic order, he stands as a living embodiment of the sanctum's purpose.
His attire, a seamless blend of traditional ecclesiastical vestments and futuristic embellishments, reflects the dual nature of the Church.
Adorning his head is a resplendent mitre, adorned with intricate patterns resembling interwoven threads and celestial constellations. Mobius' gaze now carries the weight of knowledge acquired across countless timelines.
His eyes, a piercing blend of wisdom and empathy, project a sense of understanding that transcends the boundaries of ordinary perception. His facial features, etched with the marks of ageless existence, exude an otherworldly charisma.
In his hands, Mobius holds a staff topped with a radiant crystal. The crystal, pulsating with temporal energies, serves as both a symbol of authority and a conduit for channeling the blessings of the Cosmic Weaver during sacred ceremonies.
Its glow intensifies in harmony with the nexus's rhythms, casting a soft, iridescent aura around him. As the spiritual leader of the Church, Mobius moves with a deliberate grace, and his every gesture carries a profound significance.
"The preparations for ceremony have been completed. The number of believers expected to attend have increased dramatically compared to the last time we had held it." Archbishop B-15 spoke.
"That is to be expected. Living beings across the multiverse, whether humans or otherwise, understand 'Her' grace very well. They are no longer ignorant as they once were. It is to be expected that they attend.
Send the [Webwalker's] after those who did not attend to bring them back onto the right path after the ceremony is over." Mobius calmly replied.
The Webwalker's were a specialized unit for such tasks. They hunted down all the 'heretics' by any means possible.
"Most of the attendees that will be coming this year comprise of this universe once again. I guess their devout faith is to be expected after we saved them from the apocalyptic zombie threat. The remainder are from places that were saved by 'Her' or 'Her' followers across different timelines." B-15 continued reporting.
"This shows that our efforts as 'Her' followers is lacking. Those poor lambs do not know of who brought them salvation and will do so again. We will hold a meeting to intensify our conversion efforts." He spoke
"As you wish."
"Now, let's put such unholy thoughts aside. The holy day is almost upon us. We must ensure to host it appropriately. Especially so as I have received an oracle. The prophesised time is here. It is very likely another event on the scale of the Great Purge will take place.
We must be prepared. I will explain the details in the meeting. Maybe Lady White weave your fate!"
"May Lady White weave your fate!"
***
Location: Divine City of Arachnumec
"Is this for real? First Wakanda and now this? Has having hidden sci-fi cities become the trend these days?" Scott asked flabbergasted.
Well, he was not at fault. The contrast of moving from dilapidated ruins to this would have been shocking for most people. Unfortunately for him though, the Avengers had already witnessed far too many shocking things to be truly phased by this.
Even he himself had witnessed the mysteries of the quantum realm so the shock wore off quite soon. Arachnumec stood as a marvel of technology and mysticism, a city that seamlessly blended the futuristic with the ancient, a beacon of progress and reverence.
The skyline of Arachnumec was dominated by towering crystalline structures, their sleek and angular designs reminiscent of spider legs, reaching towards the heavens.
These structures served dual purposes, housing both the advanced laboratories of Quantum Weaving and the grand temples where followers sought communion with their revered deity.
Perhaps in terms fantasy novel authors might consider, they could be called magic towers run by wizards? Except they were in a more futuristic setting with said wizards ardently worshipping a deity. A mix of contrasting concepts.
The act of weaving was no longer limited to physical threads but involves manipulating quantum particles.
Quantum Weavers uses a mix of magic and specialized devices or nanotechnology that allows them to control subatomic particles, creating intricate patterns in the quantum field. These patterns are believed to shape the fabric of reality itself.
Of course, it was not to very grand scales. Regardless, it was a technological and mystical marvel. This was an experimental technique based on string theory with the goal of ultimately manipulating said 'strings'.
Within the city's heart lay the Quantum Weaver Guilds, sprawling complexes where skilled individuals underwent rigorous training in the delicate art of quantum manipulation and temporal control.
The guild members were not only scholars and researchers but also seers and guardians, entrusted with the sacred duty of shaping the city's future. The streets of Arachnumec were a blend of the organic and the technological, with holographic arachnid motifs adorning the walkways.
Hovering vehicles, propelled by a combination of magical levitation and advanced propulsion systems, moved gracefully through the air. The air itself shimmered with residual energy from quantum manipulations, creating an otherworldly ambiance.
Quantum Weavers, clad in robes that seamlessly integrated nanotechnology, moved through the city, their presence marked by the soft hum of quantum devices. In colossal chambers within the temples, they gathered to meditate before holographic altars, in an attempt to commune with the Spider Goddess as they wove the Reality Webs.
The Reality Webs, now a central focus of Arachnumec's culture, were intricate and ever-changing holographic displays that adorned the city's public spaces.
They represented the interwoven destinies of individuals, cities, and worlds, shifting and evolving based on real-time data. Citizens consulted these ethereal displays for guidance in making important decisions, believing in the foresight bestowed upon them by the Quantum Weavers.
Of course, white was the theme of the entire city with minute amounts of red thrown in there. Windows were tinted light red and divided into eight sections to mimic spider eyes.
Arachnumec's temples, though architecturally modern, retained traditional arachnid motifs. This city truly represented a 'mirror' world of what the ancient city now in ruins might have looked like thousands of years in the future.
"Follow me everyone. And also, Stark. As we said earlier, not even the slightest disrespect to the spider goddess is allowed in this city. So please control your mouth or we will face unnecessary trouble." Thor spoke.
"It's okay. You are worrying too much. I know how to behave myself when it matters." Tony rebutted the statement in his defence to which everyone just stared in disbelief.
Strange decided to shake off any more unnecessary comments and move onwards. Talking to Tony any further would simply be a waste of energy.
"Why does everyone here wear white clothes?" Clint asked observing the citizens moving about all dressed in white.
"They believe white is the holy colour as it is associated with the goddess. Oh, also among other things coffee and alcohol are prohibited here. Mainly coffee, so avoid talking about those." Strange spoke
"What kind of lunatics don't drink coffee or alcohol? How are they still sane?" Tony couldn't keep his mouth shut. Luckily he spoke quietly.
"Haa…Nevermind. Just know that whatever communities across the world have similar policies have a connection to these people sometime in the past." He replied as everyone went silent.
The avengers followed Strange and Thor while listening to the conversations being spoken around them:
"Freshly woven silk from the Quantum Loom! You won't find anything like it in the other realms…"
"Look at that! The Reality Webs are showing a convergence of timelines. Our wedding anniversary is on there! Think it means something" Someone spoke pointing to a twist in the reality threads before them.
"Ah, love in the quantum era. May your threads weave together for eternity." A smiling passer-by quipped before leaving quickly.
And they finally reached the quantum transit station they had to catch to get to their destination.
"The train is delayed again. Something about a temporal hiccup on the tracks."
"Typical. Last time, I ended up in the Middle Ages. Not the best commute…" Another man replied while groaning.
"It seems we will have to wait for a while." Thor spoke. He was all too used to all of this. This was obviously not the first time he came here.
"How are we able to understand what language they are speaking? Because it definitely isn't English." Natasha asked.
"All the citizens of this city have access to a skill called [All-Speak]. I believe it is something Asgardians use as well."
"That's right. But it is a racial ability for us rather than a skill bestowed upon us." Thor replied.
"Every citizen of Arachnumec is connected to a magical construct called the [W-System]. You might be granted access to it as well. You were also connected to it the second you entered the city.
You could think of the system as being a learning assistance tool at its base level. Of course, it has lots of advanced functions but the very basic function is to allow your body to instantly learn skills and magic.
Basically you are like a character in a video game and the system monitors yours stats and skills but on a much more complex level." Strange spoke.
Tony was thinking if he could adapt some of these ideas better for his own use. He had never bothered with magic before but seeing magic and science working hand in hand before his eyes opened his mind up to new possibilities.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know what language are they speaking?" He asked following Natasha's doubt as he too did not know. He could just ask but he had confidence that the A.I he had created could figure it out.
"Based on analysis, the language being spoken has 13% similarity to the modern Arachnic language spoke in different parts of the world."
"It is likely a predecessor of the modern language. These people seem to hold their traditional values in high regard. They would try to conserve their roots as much as possible." Tony nodded.
"On comparison with historical records, it is…" F.R.I.D.A.Y was cut off as a low hum echoed through the station, signalling the impending arrival of the quantum transit.
The transit emerged from the temporal rift, its sleek, crystalline exterior refracting the ambient light in mesmerizing patterns. Trails of mystical energy followed the train's trajectory, leaving ephemeral traces in the air.
Its arrival was heralded by a harmonious blend of magical chimes and the mechanical hum of quantum engines. As the doors slid open, passengers entered the quantum realm.
"Enter quickly, we can't afford to miss the transit or we won't be able to meet the priestess until tomorrow. This is the last transit of the day." Strange spoke quickly as the white ring he was wearing was scanned allowing them entry into the transit.
As they following him onto the transit, they could hear a voice announce:
"Next stop: Central Weaver's Sanctum, Sector-A."
The doors soon closed and the transit vanished from existence.
***
~The next chapter of my new overlord fanfic- [An Eldritch Demon's Odyssey] will be uploaded in the next couple of days with my other fanfic [The Eldritch Weaver of Chaos] following sometime after.
Quite difficult to write this chapter as I found it hard to come up with creative descriptions and names of stuff. As for the concept of the city and stuff, all I had to do was link up sci-fi stuff I have seen earlier with the concept of weaving.
Next interlude chapter, whenever that will be, might go into more detail about the great purge, actual events that Shiraori has caused leading up to the interlude chapter. As well as unveiling what the events interlude chapters will be dealing with.
From the next interlude chapter, the PoV will mainly be focused on the Avengers and them unravelling all the mysteries, just like the hero party in Kumo desu did. But that will be a while later.
Also, please help me come up with name of the festival/ceremony I mentioned. Its basically the burning black clothes festival but I decided to turn it into a holy day which they believe is Shiraori's birthday (The day she woke up in YGGDRASIL). Anyway, thanks for reading!