Aftermath; Situations... Data Expunged

(POV: Kai Conningworth)

Well, lookie here!?!?? Guess who messed around too much and is about to find out!!! It's ah me, your friendly neighborhood weed-selling leader of an organization full of spiritual potheads, Kai!!!! When the demon girl, who I still don't know the name of, finally brought Tristan to a different room, leaving me and Orion alone, still glaring at me... I guess I have to let him get a lick in.

"Hey there, Kai, my old pal!!! I know that look, and I gotta defuse this before you start trying to hunt me!!! So here I am!?!?" I walked directly to Orion's face and said with a grin.

"Go ahead and punch me!!!!" I spread my arms wide and immediately invoked a simple mind spell so that I wouldn't get any long-lasting brain damage except for a bit of a headache when I woke up.

And the strike I saw was blurringly fast, and all I saw was darkness.

(Omni POV)

Orion gave a frightening, blurred, straight punch to Kai's face, sending him flying across the house and through the front door, breaking that door in the process. Kai kept tumbling and flipping like a ragdoll from one of those Skyrim NPC animations, as his entire body was limp and bouncing off the rocks outside. At this point, Kai was slumped on the rocky ground 16 meters away from the cottage and passed out.

With that punch, Orion felt like all of his agitation had ceased all at once. It was as if Orion had fallen out of a long sleep as he started looking around.

(3rd POV: Orion Constantine)

Orion gave a long sigh of relief, "*PHEW* Now that felt amazing!!!!" But his relief didn't last long when he saw his door broken and the hallway becoming cluttered. It didn't take long until Orion became upset.

"HOLY FUCK WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?!?!??!!??!?!?!??!" Orion now fell to his knees with his hands behind his head as this cottage was kept for memory's sake, and now he would need to pay for a fix-up; even though paying for a fixup would mean nothing now that he had money, it was more out of frugality... Meaning, he's cheap as hell.

Orion then heard a voice on his right side. "Have you calmed down yet, Orion?" Orion turned around to see Caliel crossing her arms with a look of boredom.

"Oh hey, Cal... Do you know what happened to my house?" Caliel's eyes furrowed, and she spoke to Orion with a hint of confusion.

"So, you don't remember anything that happened before?" one of her other eyes squinted down while the other was up. Orion shook his head no. Caliel wasn't in the mood anymore and spoke neutrally.

"*Sigh* Let's go find the body, Orion..." Orion was confused when she said that but then remembered Kai; his memories were coming back to him.

"Ohhhhh... Right, about Kai, yeah, he ain't dead... Yet." Caliel was even more confused.

"Are you sure? The sound I heard sounded like a cannon blasted him away." Orion shook his head no again as he explained.

"Honestly, this has been a bit of a running gag that's been happening since we hunted together for a little while. I think that punch was a new record for how hard I can throw hands." She just wanted to be done with this and said.

"The both of you together would sound like a fun time of committing crimes while trying to deal with monsters and the like... But seriously, let's get your friend and take him to a hospital..." Orion wasn't willing to get him to a hospital and said.

"No, I got everything here... Let's drag him back inside, as I'm pretty sure the only thing he'll suffer when he wakes up will be a splitting headache... And also, I don't wanna pay his medical bills for damages." She wanted to ask how he would know, or why is he so stingy, but instead just walked in the direction of Kai to see if he was still breathing; shortly after, Orion followed behind.

A distance away, they saw the still twitching Kai on the rocky ground, and as Orion said, he was still breathing. When Caliel was a few feet away from the dangled Kai on the floor, snoring like a log... He looks all alright if you ignore how damaged his face was. "Well, I'll be Orion... How is he still alive?" Orion only shrugged as he picked him up to his shoulders.

"Alright, let's go back to the house." And Orion, alongside Caliel, brought him back inside and set him on the couch to lie down. That was where Orion began pickpocketing Kai's pockets, confusing Caliel immensely.

"!?!?!?? What are you doing?!!?!??" Caliel asked with concern and a bit of curiosity. Orion, who didn't look at her while focused, said.

"Well, I'm just looking for Kai's phone so that I can call Uncle Derrick to pick him up. I never got his number in the first place either, but I'm certain that Kai does." When he said that, she didn't want to ask any further.

"Where's the medical supplies?" Caliel asked, ignoring what Orion just said as he casually explained a bit of his illegal activities, Orion found the phone and told Caliel.

"It's in the kitchen under my sink if you go straight down through the hallway and turn to the right of where we were talking to each other at the table." Orion then hacked his way through his phone, like an everyday occurrence, by guessing his friend's number password, talking to himself while Caliel already left.

"... I already told you to change your password from 4206921... *Sigh* ok now, here's the contact number, and voilà!!!!" He dialed the phone number.

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

[Hello, is that you, Kai? No, he probably got himself laid out, so it must be you, Orion.] A bunch of question marks appeared behind Orion. Like how was he so damn sure? He thought, but then again, Kai's confidence must be from somewhere with always trying to be right... And his daddy issues kind of made things worse.

"Um, yes... Kai right now is having a beauty sleep and needs to get to a hospital if possible. Do you have a vehicle to drive here? I could tell you my address." But Derrick said something that creeped Orion out even more.

[Well, thank you but I already knew where he was going, and I have almost arrived to pick him up, and don't worry about his medical expense as that will be on Kai.] Orion was becoming more paranoid when he said that, and asked Derrick.

"Umm? Derrick.... If you could find me this easily, then are there other people that are doing the same thing... Well fuck me sideways; Kai led a bunch more of his problems to me... Shit..." On the other side of the phone, Derrick was smirking and said.

[You couldn't be any more right, Orion... I'm betting that a particular group of people even tracked him down to where he's flying to and back, but don't worry about any tracking him down to your place specifically as of yet, as the vehicle he used was modified to be hidden from trackers except by those that know of him personally like me, and a few others.

I said yet, as there were plenty of eyewitnesses that could be used in order to find the type of vehicle Kai used. He was also causing a stir in the private plane company while running to his car along with a kid he was carrying around like a sack, and with all the accidents he caused, trying to drive to your place would make things easier for a bunch of factions... Honestly, he's not a really good spy at all, but if there's a talent he has, then that talent comes from making businesses.] Orion wanted to be mad but felt too tired to be mad now to lash out at an unconscious body.

"You know what, Derrick, I guess I'll wait for you to pick him up, and when Kai becomes free from his business, he will probably be back here trying to persuade Tristan to do something so he could call me for a heads up when he plans to be here, I'll give you my-." Derrick interrupted him with some disturbing news.

[Oh, there's no need for that, Orion. I've already found you're phone number beforehand In a data base in Idaho before Kai was set to bring Tristan to you.] Orion, at this point felt like something broke inside of him but didn't know what exactly.

"..... I'm going to have to move out to a different location after you get here and change my phone number at some point..." Derrick chuckled from the other side of the and told him with assurance.

[There's no need for that, Orion. Even if you were to change your phone number, finding that one wouldn't be any more complicated at all... But moving to a different area is a good idea, though...] Orion paused, trying to digest what he said; stress was building up as he was talking to the professional caretaker/pilot. Orion just wanted to change topics at this point.

"So... When are you going to pick Kai up?" Derrick responded.

[Give me 25 minutes to get there, maybe shorter, but traffic has been horrible lately because of the accidents down 51 of Grasmere Rd.] Orion had nothing else to say except.

(A/n: Kai happened...)

"I'll see you soon..." Orion's life seems to have changed quite a bit from this point on, and depression is finally hitting him painfully as his eyes dull a bit.

[I'll hang up now and try to stay positive!!] The call ended, leaving Orion worse than before. Caliel finally brought back the supplies and saw Orion's hopeless face.

"Hey, Orion, I got the first aid kit you were talking about!!" Caliel called out, snapping Orion out of his phase of hopelessness.

"Oh?!?! That's good... Let's apply what we can on Kai and wait for his escort to arrive." Caliel began wrapping Kai's face with the bandages while he was lying on the couch and, while doing so, spoke to Orion nonchalantly.

"*Sigh* I didn't really want to tell you this, but we don't entirely need everything from this medical kit when I could heal his face with my [Lore], and also, when the guy arrives, we'll have to prepare to leave quickly as Kai wasn't the only one to stir some trouble..." Orion, who was about to relax, had his stress spike again.

"..... What..... Do... You... Mean?" Orion was trying to hold on and not get himself a seizure, but he was shaking, not from anger but from anxiety. Anger will come later, like depression, but Caliel explained.

"Well, you see, it was from the moment that I set myself to Julius's and Dahlia's final stand-down and found where Julius's Scimitars on the ground... Sadly Julius wanted to play an idiotic game with them and put a shit load of raw energy from reality upon his death, making them instinctually sentient... He tried to play Excalibur with these blades, and it took me an hour or more to unsheath them... I feel like it's either the Tsimisce, but most of those vampires killed were probably hired, so maybe the Anarch movement is the most likely bet, but with how many of them are dead, it might've caused more factions to look into this..."

Orion's mind was utterly blank; he hated every single word that came out of her mouth, but with all of his anger already gone from punching Kai, Orion was despondent. I mean, it wasn't her who caused this hornet nest, but she sure was the one who chucked it at him.

".... I hate it here.... *Sigh* Heal his face and wait here with Kai; I'll finally check on the kid in the other room..." Orion mustered up all that he could and left.

Orion walked calmly to the room and tried his best not to awaken him if he was sleeping, and because of his earlier display, he was embarrassed to even talk to someone so young. He was at the door, and when he opened it carefully, he saw that the boy was asleep, but it didn't last too long as Tristan awoke fast from the door creaking a bit, and both of them stared at each other without looking away. This was Orion's first time talking to a child this young, so he awkwardly said.

"Hi there, kid... I'm sorry that I woke you up. This is kind of our first meeting; the last time you saw me was when I was.... uhhhh, 'mad,' you could say, or completely off the rails, but you could call me Orion, and I will be your caretaker... For the most part." Orion, at the end of his introduction, made a magic hand motion for a surprise effect. There was still silence between them until Tristan spoke while lying on the bed.

"That... Wasn't a bad self-introduction you had there, Orion... But that last part was completely unnecessary and ruined it... But I'll give you an A for effort." Tristan gave him a thumbs-up while his other hand was resting behind his head.

Orion looked at the boy with mild confusion; he wasn't expecting a child of his age to act like this immediately with all of the things he had gone through, but at the moment, it made Orion less worried for Tristan. Still, for Orion, it raised some questions that were immediately scrapped from his mind when confronting a child born and raised by mentally insane nutjobs for ten years.

"Thanks, but I may sound a bit apathetic, but how was your time walking in the snow?" Tristan only looked towards him judgementally before saying.

"Well, it wasn't sunshine and rainbows, with a cloudy chance of friendship... But it wasn't... Now, how do I say this? Fuck it, it was complete shit walking in the snow." Orion said, but his voice Zil spoke candidly.

<Now, aren't you a half-faced liar? Ana's already teaching well about that, as she literally snuggles closely while alone, giving lap pillow. Don't forget playing with those abilities alone during the snow; I bet it gave sense of relief, too, being so close to shadows... But on bed hits differently.> Tristan wanted to yell out loud and bang his head on a wall, but like the skillful neglecter he is, he ignored the voice's ramblings that had always made Tristan wonder if he actually needed therapy someday. Happily, Orion spoke up with a bit of worry.

"Oh, that's pretty bad... But did you really have to sound sarcastic? But that was pretty funny; I'll give you that. Sadly though, after Kai leaves, we'll have to move out quickly by vehicle to an airport in Scotland." When Tristan heard about Scotland, he wanted to change his mind in some way.

"W-wait a minute, aren't there better places here instead of Scotland?" Orion waved him off while speaking.

"I'm sorry, bud, but your friend Kai caused quite a bit of a storm, coming here alongside the purple-haired girl Cal... And Scotland is a pretty good place to stay hidden for just a bit till things die down... Kai told you a bit about my line of work when it comes to hunting monsters, and I have connections down there and because of your heritage, it would make things easier. We won't be there forever, only for a year or three. And if the purple-haired girl has a better idea, then we might as well go to Scotland to find your roots." He clapped his hands, walked closer to the bed, sat on the end of it, and spoke more.

"I'm pretty sure your mother hated that place with a burning passion for personal reasons that are beyond me, but Scotland isn't entirely a horrible place; the scenery is beautiful, and the people there can be pretty nice... But do not talk about politics there, and I mean ever..." Tristan immediately said to Orion without much hesitation.

"Orion.... I don't even know much about politics anyway." Orion just blankly stared at Tristan and Tristan tilted his head a bit in confusion.

"You're telling me that Julius hasn't said a word about politics? Oh, never mind; he probably talked about American Politics..." Tristan shook his head, making Orion give out another blank stare, then quickly looked away and asked.

"What else did he talk about to you, Tristan?" When he said that, Tristan's eyes glowed a bit, and he spoke fervently.

"Oh!! He did talk quite a bit about his past every once in a while when he told me about how he was a runaway prince from India!?!? Even though that sounds a bit shady to me, it was a fun story to think about. We also did some things that, at the moment, were pretty good ideas, but looking at it back now, I think I was an accomplice for quite a few home invasions that my father told me were deserving of... *Tch* now, telling you any more would make me feel like I'll be sent to jail..." Orion had his face twitching as his face was pale, this kid probably hadn't made friends that were of his age either.

"T-Tristan, I don't think you will be sent to jail because of your Dad's Criminal activities... You're just a child, for Christ's sake. I'll go back to the other room to check on purple hair to see if she has better options than Scotland." He then left like a maniac away from the room. Leaving Tristan alone.

(3rd POV: Tristan Devroop Akvash)

Just like that, he was left in the room alone with only his own thoughts to keep him company. Zil spoke somewhat derisively. <So, how does it feel to go back your origins, Tristan?> Tristan chuckled to himself, hearing the voice's question, and told him.

'Well, at least we're not going to India, though..." Zil held back his laughter as he spoke back.

<W-wow!?!?! Tristan, you got to be careful of what say!?!?? I mean, what's next??? A bunch royal guards are going appear under the bed and tell come back India as next-in-line Sovereign?!?!?!> Tristan, understanding of what Zil is trying to do, said to him with lackluster.

'Zil. Not everything out of my mouth will be some sort of red flag, right? Like let me just say that I was blasted so hard to the point of being transported to a different world that had an entirely different vibe than this one, then I would kill myself here and now..." Zil just shook its non-existent head and spoke.

<Really, Tristan? You know, saying stuff like that can only lead to weirder paths, and shut up about being transported another world already happened. So let's focus on the present; we either tell two adults are in room a bit of our abilities with shadows or leave it for surprise because, at some point, they will figure out their own way.> Tristan numbly spoke to Zil.

'What are the chances that there are vampires that use shadows like me?' Zil answered without hesitation.

<It's a 95% chance that there are vampires could use shadows...> 

'Well... Fuck. Now I don't feel special anymore... I guess I know someone who'll make me feel better' Zil spoke again with a warning.

<Don't you <strong>fucking dare Tristan... She's a bundle of nightmares.> Tristan shot back.

'And joy...' Zil invisibly shook his head unknowingly agreeing to his remark.

<And that too... Wait? Tristan, I'll repeat this: It's a bad!??!> Tristan interrupted his boring speech and called out to the devil herself by quietly saying its name.

"Ana..." And when one tries to look into the void, the void would look back, but when calling out to the void. You get her. She popped out into existence and plopped onto Tristan as he was lying down on the bed.

{Well, now Tristy~ You finally called the great me!!!!! I bet you've missed me horribly?!?!? But... I'm glad you called me here, of all places~💛❤ We are both alone and so so so SO!!!!! Very close to each other~ I can't help but think of how romantic this is!!!!~} And like the predator Ana is, she had already wrapped her entire body around Tristans, giving Tristan a bear hug; if it weren't for Tristan's durability and regenerative properties, his neck would've already gone with a snap.

"U-ummm?? A-Ana Yo-your squ-squeezing too- hard?!?!" Ana let off with the bear hug but still wouldn't let go as her face was close to his.

{Oh~ Sorry about that, deary~🖤 You know that I need as much physical contact with you when you either call me~ or when I pop out of nowhere on you, Tristy~ understood?~} She gave an innocent smile to Tristan, but he wasn't buying it at all. He asked her.

"Ana... Why did your voice change?" Tristan wasn't really used to her suddenly changing up her voice, as it was usually distorted and static like a radio. Her voice sounded lighter and more delicate, with a hint of familiarity as she had a playful and sultry tone. 

{Hmm~ so does that mean you like this tone of mine~ I guess this will only be between the both of us, uh~💛} Ana laid her face onto his chest as she started to snuggle even more, making Tristan close his eyes tightly as he felt her enormous melons pressing up to him, and took a deep breath and asked again one final time.

"Is there any way for you to spy on those two and see what they're talking about? You probably do, but can you do some sort of mirror camera for me to watch them discuss whatever?" Ana was still on Tristan's chest, sniffing away, making him feel even more uncomfortable. She finally lifted her face from his chest, gave a toothy grin, and spoke cheerfully.

{Well, of course you can, my muffin!!! *Psh*!! You didn't need to ask either.} Ana winked as she lifted her hand to the side, still leaning on Tristan, and a mirror with dark ridges appeared while floating in front of them with two people talking with a concussed Kai on the couch, with the two adults talking while Cal was using some sort of healing magic.

(POV: Through The Dark Mirror)

[Honestly, Cal, I was thinking of bringing Tristan to Scotland to live there for a while. And before I start making any hasty decisions like that, I have to ask you, do you have any other places in mind?] Kai asked curiously towards the purple-haired girl. Cal spoke with a face devoid of any emotions as she was healing Kai's dented head.

[Huh? Scotland... That place is a pretty good idea to avoid any incoming vampires if they were to look our way. Still, I have some doubt that they as a whole would focus on us as, more than likely, the Camarilla will be too focused on the Tsimisce and the Anarchs actually to care for a small group of 'mortals.' So the Tsimisce started a war that they had been prepping for years with the help of a desperate being bound by the very Earth itself.] Orion almost fell asleep with that but still was able to keep himself up and asked again.

[My old friend, you are healing right now, probably knows more about the situation in Scotland but what about the Technocracy?] Cal's face showed a bit more confusion, and she said.

[I may know quite a bit about vampires, but the Technocracy is something out of my notice except when it affects my cult, and the Syndicate has just begun festering its way into the heartland of Scotland... And the mage Traditions over there, such as the Chorusters and the Verbena, were already at their throats while the Chorus was trying to preach about their God. You know what? I'll support this decision if you'll allow me to follow you to that place, I think it would be a pretty good starting point for my cult.] Orion felt like he got more unneeded answers and asked her.

[*Sigh* Would they be considered a threat, Cal?] She shook her head while speaking.

[Not at all, as they would be far too interested in Kai, and whatever abomination he gave them, we would be considered as shelved for later, and as for the kid... They might have a minor curiosity toward him, but it shouldn't be enough for another of their group to brute force their way for experimentation. And going to Scotland wouldn't warrant any suspicion.] Orion sighed with minimal relief upon hearing that and walked towards one of the windows in the living room and saw a 1970s black camaro parked in front of his house. Orion called out to Caliel.

[are you done yet? His butler is finally here!!] Caliel shrugged his shoulders as she said enthusiastically.

[As done as he'll ever be, Oreo~.] Orion quickly looked back to Caliel and narrowed his eyes

[And why did you call me an 'Oreo'?] She shrugged her shoulders while carrying Kai on her back.

[Well, I wanted to find a nickname for you, and Oreo fits perfectly!?!?] Her apathetic face turned into an innocent smile, leaving Orion speechless for a moment; he then sighed and walked through the broken door.

[Just follow me; someone's waiting for us.] And they both walked with Caliel behind.

(End Of POV: The Dark Mirror.)

Tristan watched all of it in silence, and at the same time, Ana was watching him the entire time, and she asked.

{So, how was it?} He then looked in her direction and said.

"That was more than helpful, and for your reward, I will give you this." Tristan reached his hand on top of Ana's head and started patting the top of her soft raven hair as he gave a soft smile.

"Thank you very much, Ana." Ana, who was overwhelmed by the head pat and the appreciation, said to him with predatory eyes as she blushed.

{Now Tristy, you should not do that~ you're now making me feel that I should do something much more to you as I am literally laying on top of you~🖤} Tristan still had the same smile as before and said to her soothingly.

"Well, I guess all I need to do is trust you not to go any further, huh?" Ana glared at Tristan as she finally got off of him and started floating.

{You know what Tristan!!!! You could go fuck off somewhere else!!! as you're basically a drug to me!!!! Hmph!!!} She instantly vanished, not before she again popped back to Tristan's side and kissed Tristan on the cheek before disappearing again and with a echoed giggle resounding throughout the room.

Tristan was frozen on the bed when Ana pecked him on the cheek. He was befuddled at the thought of someone other than his parents giving him love in the first place, but this one felt completely different to him and yet unforeign to him, and when she left, it felt like something disappeared along with it. Zil finally spoke up within his mind and said.

<Are you ready for your trip to Scotland?> With Zil's words, Tristan snapped back to the present and said to Zil.

'Pretty much Zil, pretty much...' And all he did was wait till those two were done with bringing Kai to the vehicle so that they could fly a plane to Scotland soils.

(POV: General)

~Location: Deep Umbra Planes~

[Organization: Technocracy- [Control]]

somewhere deep in the outer planes of the universe, there was a building that presented itself as a sleek, metallic structure, seamlessly blending with the surreal landscape of the deep Umbra. Its surfaces are composed of nanomaterials that shift and adapt to the energies around them, rendering the building nearly invisible to supernatural senses. Occasionally, holographic arrays display mathematical equations and data streams. The entrance is granted through a highly secured, biometrically encoded portal. Operatives must undergo a series of retinal scans, DNA analyses, and mental verifications to enter. The portal itself is a shimmering energy field that repels unauthorized entities.

Inside the building, minimalist aesthetics dominate. Clear lines, holographic interfaces, and a pervasive hum of quantum energy characterize the architecture. Luminescent LED strips replace traditional lighting, emitting a clinical, white glow. At the center of the Astral Conclave lies the Temporal Nexus, a shimmering vortex that pulsates with the ebb and flow of time itself. The nexus serves as both a focal point for discussions and a conduit for the transmission of temporal insights.

Swirls of temporal energy dance within the nexus, reflecting the ever-shifting nature of the World. Connecting various parts of the Astral Conclave are ethereal bridges formed by strands of Primal Energy. Members traverse these bridges as they move between holographic displays, each step resonating with harmonies that echo through the astral expanse. This was the beginning of their emergency meeting as an unknown figure had begun speaking in the middle of the bridge.

[Welcome to our extremely early meeting, ladies and gentlemen. I would love to make this brief, and I'll start with an entirely new Reality Deviant that appeared and pierced its way through the deep Umbra, outside of a place without any known jurisdiction.] After the first unknown figure debriefed his first founding, the rest of the leaders who were remained silent before a female British voice spoke.

[And finding this reality deviant' has becom' a problem? Yau wauldn't' be starting this meiting so early if not'.] The unknown figure hummed to himself and spoke.

[Well, of course, dear number 5, and I still have more to tell you about this Deviant. When I tried to scan a read, it showed something quite frightening before it disappeared to who knows where around here, and it's the destructive potential I've found from that brief encounter, and it showed something similar to the Wyrm itself... But unlike the Wyrm, it seemed to have properties of something that wanted nothing but to erase everything from existence.] When his debrief was over, the rest of the room was filled with silence yet again. Another voice finally popped up but with an Oxbridge accent filled with apathy and tiredness.

[Golly, are you messing about? That would imply another ghastly calamity to investigate, and something of that nature simply vanished from your attention. I shall partake in another libation subsequent to this gathering.] It can be seen that the faceless figure from the hologram had his face on the side of his head while shaking his head slowly, giving a few chuckles from the audience around him. The mechanical figure standing in the middle shrugged his shoulders and said.

[I agree with that; it has been a headache for me as well, number 3, and trying to find the signature again will be extremely difficult unless the Deviant loses control in some way... But even then, I still have my doubts...] A louder voice echoed through the room, and it was an American voice, this time known as number 2.

[And you need our help in locating this dangerous Deviant? We will give you our help, but because of the Dimensional storm, data streaming will be more complicated than usual] Another voice chimed in.

[And don't forget about them other Deviants who've been muckin' up the World as well, so even when we pull our resources on one specific Deviant, others might gain more power.] The one who chimed in then began to light up his lighter for his cigar as he sat comfortably on a chair through the other side of the hologram with a leg crossed and arm laying on the side.

[I can see how much of a problem that is number 4; I won't ask for too many resources as I am sure I'll be more than enough. What about you, number 1? What do you have to say?] there was an unnatural silence, like pressure was being emitted through number 1's hologram. Out of all the holograms, he looked the least human out of the five.

[Just get the job done with this Deviant before it becomes an even bigger problem than now number 0... I'll see you all in the next nine years for our next revisement on the timetable.] And with that, number 1's hologram closed off, ending the emergency meeting as the rest of the group was too focused on what was happening on Earth. Leaving Number 0 alone.

And so he went back to trying to find the Deviant through one of the Temporal data. 

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~Location: Underneath The Cathedral Of Flesh~

Beneath the Cathedral of Flesh lies a hidden entrance, a labyrinthine passage veiled in shadows and forgotten by time. Those who venture down find themselves descending into an oppressive darkness that seems to consume all light.

As one explores deeper, one enters a vast chamber illuminated by the sickly glow of pulsating veins that line the walls. The veins seem to throb with a perverse life of their own, and the air is thick with an otherworldly miasma that twists the senses.

Within the chamber, grotesque sculptures made from the twisted forms of tormented souls stand as silent witnesses to the horrors that unfold. The faces of the damned contort in eternal agony, their anguished expressions frozen in macabre artistry.

The very air in the Cathedral of Flesh seems to carry eldritch whispers that crawl into the minds of intruders. These whispers are the disembodied echoes of the tormented souls that have become entwined with the malevolence of the place, urging those who hear them to succumb to despair.

Dominating the center of the Cathedral is a malevolent altar, an amalgamation of bone, flesh, and otherworldly substances. The altar seems to pulse with dark energy that hungers for the suffering of the living. Its purpose, shrouded in ancient malevolence, hints at ritualistic horrors that defy comprehension.

Around the altar, eerie flames flicker and dance without a visible source. These eldritch flames are a manifestation of Kupala's chaotic essence, and they cast unsettling shadows that seem to writhe and contort on their own.

In the deepest recesses, the echoes of an abyssal choir resonate. Whispers of forgotten prayers and unholy chants meld into a cacophony that amplifies the malevolence of the Cathedral. This spectral choir is said to draw the attention of entities from beyond the veil, entities eager to feed on the fear and despair that permeate the realm.

Resounding within the Cathedral of Flesh lies the Abyssal Chamber, a foreboding sanctum where the essence of Kupala is most concentrated. This chamber is a nexus of dark energies, and the very air seems to vibrate with an ancient malevolence. The walls are adorned with eerie symbols that invoke the spirit's name, and the ground is marked with ritualistic sigils.

A veil of shadows blankets the Abyssal Chamber, creating an oppressive darkness that obscures vision and heightens the sense of dread. This darkness is not merely the absence of light but a living entity, an extension of Kupala's influence that twists reality.

In the heart of the Abyssal Chamber, there exists a Nexus of Nightmares—a focal point where Kupala's influence is most potent. Here, reality warps, and the boundary between dream and nightmare blurs. Intruders may experience vivid and horrifying visions, their deepest fears brought to life by the malevolent spirit. And near the entrance of Nightmares began a discussion between Kupala and the Tzimisce Antediluvian.

|}{}{I Can see that the Kindred you've hired failed in capturing the vessels}}{{| The voice of the bounded demon echoed throughout all parts of the realm, still leaving the Antediluvian unphased by the bounded's theatric's.

"I guess it did- I could've gone there myself, but here I am, stuck in my own desires to stay in the Cathedral."  When he said that, Kupala was beyond enraged but calmed itself down and said.

|}{}{You are lucky that you're useful to me, or I would have you suffer within these nightmares.}{}{| The demon's threats didn't work, as Tzimisce was way too used to its rampant rage, and Tzimisce spoke apathetically.

"That little excursion of taking two useful meat bags has caused a war between the younger generations of the Kindred, and the only benefit to it all was for me to be able to watch the beginning of a war all on fold... I mean, sure, I do feel a bit bad wasting all of those vampires and not being able to use one of those meat bags as material... But it led to one big show for me... So that's a plus, huh?" Kupala, at this point, wanted to decapitate this vampire, but he'd come back from that as if it was a Tuesday afternoon jogging session. Kupala was shaking in anger but still spoke calmly.

|}{}{So... How the hell will I find my own vessel so that I can walk around and leave Transylvania?}{}{| The Antediluvian spoke with assurance.

"There are a bunch more meat bags that are potentially better than the last two, and this war might weed out those vessels for you, so it should be a win-win situation, right?" The Earth-bound stared at Tzimisce for a while and spoke before he left.

|}{}{I am so done with you right now...}{}{| And with that, the altar turned back to its normal state, leaving the poor Antediluvian alone.

"..... I actually need friends for once...." And with that, he went back to his flesh crafting, creating an army of creatures soon to be at his disposal.

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A/n: Tristan won't catch a break as the world he's in has even more problems awaiting...