The gates opened, and Requiem stepped inside. The guards rounded up the ambush in a circle, a strange light was in their eyes as they observed the attackers. They used weapons not common here and their clothing complemented the idea they gave of their origin being very distant.
Ygril observed the summoner in the cage, the woman who had long lost her voice, a tinge of pity in her eyes. She returned her gaze to Requiem who walked Dragnur beside him. He stopped before a gathered group, focusing his gaze to Yver who stood while the others knelt.
"You brought guests?" Requiem questioned, glancing around and observing them. Ygril ran past him and rushed to join the others in bowing to Yver, and Requiem felt something was off. There was no one in this area who worshipped Yver — were they? He had not discovered any.
The most popular gods of this domination where Mani, Hod and Sol. Requiem watched calmly as they all stood to their feet, stepping back into an encirclement around Yver. He narrowed his gaze as Yver wore a smile, and the heavens above her parted, and a line collapsed from the centre.
The line tore open, creating a rift in space. A hand reached out from the rift, it was purple, laden with stars and gleaming in an ethereal light. Requiem felt his eyes widened, and he stepped back, his heart palpitating as the rift widened further, and the colossal creature stepped out.
There was a loud screech as the winds were sucked into the rift, and the head of a woman was shoved out of the rift, and her slender body followed. Her hair scattered on the ground as she had her head bowed, and she crawled out of the rift, a mist gathering around her.
"Yver…" Requiem caught the semblance instantly. Their facial features were different, but there was a striking resemblance. The creature before him towered over a hundred metres, standing with her hair scattered behind her back, the rift widened completely to reveal a multitude of stars.
Her skin, shrouded in the stars gleamed. She lifted a hand to her face then laughed to her self, grinning as she stared down on Requiem's expression. He maintained a strong front, but she could see his anxiety and read each and every one of his emotions.
The others bowed before her, exempting Requiem and his guards. They did not believe in Yver, and had no reason to bow before her 'majesty'. Requiem watched as Yver's massive form, reached her massive hand towards him. He stood still, staring her into the eyes.
Her hand paused midair, and Requiem stared at it confused for a while. He reached out a hand and touched hers, then she burst out into laughter, retracting her hand as her voice consumed him, shrouding his mind in a strange feeling and evoking a strange reverence within him.
"My avatar which I love very much whispered into my ears that a mortal managed to make me, the greatest and most vengeful — his slave." There was a cold edge to her words as she dragged all the syllables of the last, "If you enter a covenant with me, then I will become your blade."
"A blade?" Requiem stared at her, calmly lowering his gaze in deep thoughts. After some time, he lifted his gaze and broke into a frown, "Tell me what you want and I will do it to the best of my ability. As far as you keep to your word, and serve as my blade."
"I want to you to kill Loki and his children." She glared down upon him, "If you fail to do that, or you refuse to complete it…" Yver chuckled softly, her voice reaching to the far ends of the forest, the soft silvery tone housed a hint of foreboding, "Then, you'll die."
Requiem narrowed his eyes as Yver stared down upon him. He loved free gifts and he needed all the DP he could get. This felt unreal — like the woman standing so openly earlier and the ambush — and he felt there was a trap somewhere. He was not dumb, but the bait was tantalising.
"Yver, goddess of the stars, as you wish to grant me your strength, then I will enter this covenant with you today…" Requiem took his blade, then stabbed it through his chest, his eyes like stone as he lowered them to watch his blood soak his new robes. He threw the blade to Yver.
She grabbed it in her hand, and it was nothing but a splinter as she lifted it to her face. She stood in silence, her eyes wide as she stared at Requiem who bled with a stern expression on his face. With her brows furrowing tight, she took his sword and drove it into her neck.
It was nothing but a prick to her, and she cast the sword away once the damage — despite how abysmal — had been done. The wound healed in the twinkling of an eyes, but the covenant between them was formed. If either were to break it, then it would lead to chaos.
When it was done, Yver had her avatar kneel to Requiem, while she stood tall, her eyes burning as the rift tore wider behind her. She nodded her head in respect, cold and aloof, and with a crooked smile on his face, Requiem returned the gesture.
His servants also bowed their heads. After a while, everyone was ordered to rise. Requiem only spared her followers a short glance, when he gaze was captured by a group standing apart from the common crowd. He wondered who they were, and what role they played.
"Goddess Yver, your avatar is not moving…" Gerald pointed out, glancing at Yver who remained on the ground, her shoulders trembling. He blinked as one of their men walked forward and helped her to her feet, his face was blunt and Gerald registered no strange emotions.
Yver smiled sweetly, then snapped her fingers.
Requiem watched as Yver shrunk, the rift behind her stretching to its full length of over a dozen metres then clamping shut in a cataclysmic explosion, ripping through the earth around her. He was stunned, finding this very similar to a certain blessing he owned — but much greater.
Even with her abilities, she only shoved off a few dozen metres from her colossal height, and she was left one half the size of the castle behind them. It was great, but Requiem found his tilting of his head back to meet her gaze very stressing. Alas, it could not be helped.