Belysa's heart was racing now. She was losing him. He was slipping from her grasp, so locked and stubborn in his lack of faith that soon all the chance her dreams had might be nothing at all... The woman's face was a stoic, calm oasis of mute emotion, but deep down, a chasm of furious annoyance was bellowing and churning. Such a blind, idiotic fool! His progression in the disease of Darkness was so profound that it clouded his very judgment!
What more could she possibly give to him than what she had? There was no possible way that there was proof of any of their number still being amongst the living...Belysa had scoured both the cavern in Atlantica and the house in Twilight Town, top to bottom, with little to no recent detail of anybody being near them!
Viciously, Belysa's fists clenched at the sheer fury of being so close, so painfully within grasp, of her glorious conquest of the Dark...All because this fool of a man so drowned himself in his petty little emotions, leaving behind all reason!
But the False Prophet was not followed by many for no reason. The carefully crafted image that she had spun was built on a foundation of lies, scandal, and rumor...She had fooled the masses into believing her grand escapades...
What was so different about this one?
He was leaving. She had to stop him from progressing, and quickly snapped out of the minor coma that her rage had placed her in. Her armor creaked and clanked with every movement, every step through the empty halls of the castle that had once been home to so many great and powerful souls. Leaning over the balcony in the hallway, the woman spotted her target, pausing, waiting, for her to catch up to him. A vicious streak of anger flourished through her mind--he was playing her; he WANTED her to beg for his help, like some sad little scrub...
He wasn't going to get it...but he WAS going to get something.
With a heave, Belysa threw herself over the edge of the balcony, allowing herself to drop down to the ground, grunting as her feet hit the tile, but rolling back upright in a single movement. Wiping her face of whatever grime still lingered on the floor, she stood up on her feet again, eyes glued to the key to her victory."I have proof that at least one of them is still alive,"
She told him, sharply. "On my travels across the worlds, I came across the place known as the Old Mansion, of Twilight Town. There, I found a section of notes, bearing the same symbol as the emblem you wear now,"
the woman continued, pointing a finger hard on the epitaph. "I thought nothing of it at first...but given what it said, and what I know now of your old order...I think I may have a hunch on how to solve it."
Belysa waved that thought aside, and very discreetly, tapped one of the buttons on her wrists. The beacon on Goliath flashed momentarily, signaling that the automatron had activated. Thirty seconds."What was enclosed in this memento however, was a strange device I'd never seen before--I studied it for months before I discovered it to be some sort of magical artifact...a 'summon gem' if you will. I believe one of your number may have recovered this poor creature, though never got the chance to unlock his potential. Let me show you."
Fooling people took a great deal of practice. If you made one move improperly, if you hesitated too long, if you moved too quickly, the entire illusion could be ruined. So far, Belysa had made a point not to come into those sorts of situations. Once a day, for several hours, she practiced all of her routines privately in her quarters, ensuring no skill went rusty, no maneuver was out of sync. So too did that include her fake summon, Goliath--in truth he was little more than a machine, built to appear alive, and appear intelligent in its own right...but far from it.
Just like before....three, two...one...
Belysa lunged, whirling her blade furiously, sparks jettisoning from its tip in a fountain of dark-hued fireworks. A thick cloud of smoke seemed to pour forth from the same location, but in reality...it was merely a device activated by the woman's wrist. A flash of painfully bright light allowed for the viewers to be momentarily unable to see, but provided more than enough time for the automatron to appear in a flurry of zeros and ones. By the time the light died down, the mighty Goliath stood before the two, mighty arms crossed over his bulk of a chest, wings tucked in the fashion of a cape, tail trailing behind him on the cold ground.For he is Goliath...named of the giant, but destined for good...."The inscribed message read that whichever of your friends left this behind, they wanted to leave something behind for the one to find it to do good...and they mentioned returning when...when they were called back,"
Belysa lied, glancing up at him with false hope plastered all over her face. Appearances would have led one to believe that she was worried of the fake message's true meaning...but truly, the woman only hungered for another pawn to play with."I know it's nothing to go off of, and I don't know what it means myself...but I think with your information and my resources, we could figure out what they meant, and where to look for them, or how to...call them back, as they might say."
She shook her head, closing her eyes. "You shouldn't give up on them so easily...Surely none of them would do the same to you."
[Summon: Goliath has been called.]