Chapter 12: Words for the gods
For a short, lingering moment the purveyor simply stood in place, letting his words sink in as he observed the faces of the deities around him. Shock, fear, confusion... he could see countless emotions in their expressions. Further upwards, Zaeres could see queen Chrysalis tremble in her seat and he felt Strongwill's eyes carefully scan his form. The griffon deity was watching him with mixed impressions, anger, surprise... doubt. Anathis' gaze constantly alternated between him and the changeling queen, obviously confused by the obvious fear written in Chrysalis' face.
Even further up, he saw Celestia and her sister watch him with what was likely a mix of anxiety and concern... a silent chuckle escaped his lips, what had Celestia expected him to do on his first public appearance? His smile turned into a frown though, as he observed Nithhogr's grin... it troubled him that the old dragon was enjoying this so much. He reminded himself to be wary of whatever Nithhogr had planned.
Finding that the silence had lasted long enough, Zaeres silently started to step forward. With each of his steps his shadows lazily drifted along with his motion, a swirling cloak of darkness that quickly fell apart behind him as he moved. All of the younger deities quickly moved aside to let him pass, anxious to step out of his way... all except one.
"You don't look so impressive... Dorchadas? Never heard of you before."
Stormhorn, son of Strongwill and self-proclaimed deity of battle... arrogant, stubborn, a self-sure mountain of muscles that only recently had reached the age required to partake in the council. He was as ignorant as he was big, a fool... and Zaeres had no patience for the likes of him.
"Disrespectful..."
He could barely hear it, but the whisper reached his ears. For a moment, confusion beset his mind and the purveyor searched his surroundings, trying to find the source of the words that had infiltrated his mind. Nothing... but where had it come from? Zaeres decided to deal with it later and concentrated on the deity in front of him instead.
"You are in my way..." the purveyor replied with an impassive voice, "Move."
"Or what?" a grin grew onto the minotaur's face, "You'll get your little shadows and try to scare me? Go on, try and..."
"So disrespectful..."
Stormhorn never finished his sentence. Instead, he fell to the ground writhing in agony and clutching his eyes as the purveyor's shadows washed over him. Above, Chrysalis averted her eyes with a painful expression as she herself remembered all too well what the young deity was going through at this moment. Two hundred years ago... she had taken weeks to recover from his torture.
"Let him suffer..."
Even through his concentration, Zaeres could hear the whisper all too clear... Something was wrong, but he would have to deal with it later. He would not be deterred from his plans.
"My shadows..." Zaeres continued to speak with an emotionless voice as he stepped past the minotaur's flailing form, "Are much more than you can perceive. They are part of the void itself. They hear and see all that passes, they can take your light, they can give you pain... but most importantly..." the purveyor started to walk up the stairs leading to the upper ranks of the council, "They can tear away at your very soul." He silently whispered another word, the void starting to cut into the flow that held the minotaur's soul to this plane of existence at his command.
At the bottom of the council chamber, Stormhorn started to scream.
"More..."
As he continued to walk up the steps, the purveyor realized that the whisper was not coming from outside his mind... but from inside. Zaeres frowned, the whispers of the souls he carried with him were always present, a constant murmur on the edge of his hearing... but this voice, was different.
"That's enough now..." the purveyor stopped his contemplation as Strongwill spoke up, "He has learned his lesson. I apologize for his lack of respect, but you have made your point... release him."
The purveyor turned his head slightly to study Strongwill's expression. Hard, calculating... it was sad that his son did not embody the same qualities as him. After another moment of listening to Stormhorn's anguished screams, the purveyor released his hold on the minotaur, the shadows on his flailing form falling apart in an instant and leaving the minotaur's groaning form lying on the floor, "Very well."
Zaeres turned his gaze away from Strongwill and continued his ascend, concentrating on what he had come here for, "Allow me to explain a few things before you come to hasty conclusions or ask questions I am not willing to explain." his hollow voice traveled through the chamber, accompanied by Strongwill's groans and the purveyor's steps, "I have no intent in partaking in whatever decisions this council makes... nor do I have an interest in your struggles among one another."
"Most of you have been unaware of my presence until now..." he turned his head slightly towards Anathis, who returned his gaze with defiance... problematic as always. Zaeres hoped that the example he had just displayed would be enough to keep her ambitions at bay.
"Some of you have met me before..." his gaze traveled over Chrysalis, she averted her eyes as he passed.
"Fear... Respect..."
The purveyor passed Celestia and Luna, their expressions were difficult to read... Did he see anger in Celestia's eyes? Or was it some sort of strange disappointment? Had she already forgotten that it was her condition that he would appear here? Had she actually expected him to be diplomatic? She should have known better. And Luna... her face was impassive. Strange... had something happened between her and Celestia that he was unaware of?
He continued his way upwards, "And some have been aware of my presence for longer than I had anticipated..." Zaeres gave Nithhogr a short nod as he stepped past him. The old dragon returned the nod with a silent smile.
Finally reaching his position, the purveyor turned around and took his seat. As he continued to speak, his shadows started to travel over the stone under him, tinging his seat a deep black, "I am a watcher, a keeper of knowledge and secrets... but it seems I can no longer hide my presence from this world."
The purveyor leaned back in his seat, the eyes of all deities present following his every move, "From this day on, I will take my place in this council... as an observer, nothing more... nothing less. You are free to make your own decisions as before. But let me be very clear on one thing... the Barrier, is mine." a short murmur passed among the deities, no one had ever laid claim to the Barrier before... there was nothing of worth there.
"Whatever I do inside of the Barrier, is of my concern only... and I will not permit any of you to go there without my consent. The penalty for entering without it..." the purveyor leaned forward and pointed a finger to the still-groaning form of Stormhorn, "Is worse."
"Fear..."
After letting his words sink in, Zaeres crossed his hands and leaned back again, "Now, if you will... let us continue this council." he turned to Celestia, "I believe tradition demands that you be heard next, Princess Celestia."
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Lets see what the sun goddess has to say to his little power display
badass
Oh my. Voices in your head?
This can't be good. . .
Fear is the best way to gain respect quickly.
I expect he doesnt be silent all the time durning the meeting. :-P
After reading so many fan-fics, I've begun to burn out on them, with only a few that still hold my attention.
This is one of them.
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Zaeres probably is the most powerful deity there
2792621 voices that he can't tell where they are coming from, cause he normally hears the whispers of the human souls and can tell when others are whispering about him
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Even worse.
I wonder, how do you psychoanalyze a. . . Hmm. . . How would you classify him right now?
2792621 Tell me about it i have 2 right now talking bout shit.
I have a feeling that the griffins(Anathis) will try to force their way into the Badlands.
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Only two? I have enough to form a few councils, and the majority rule is what governs me. For instance, three of the sixteen on the thinking council decided against telling you the information, while fifteen out of twenty on the speech council decided to tell you anyway, and damn the other councils to death.
I've had quite a few wars inside my head too...
I wonder which one will piss him off next.
That's... Excessive... But then again, early shows of power often help to... discourage... further attacks.
I notice that some people think that the Purveyor is somehow overstepping his bounds or flaunting his power.
I disagree.
I believe the author has established in the last "book" and in the last few chapters that the Purveyor is a mean-ass motherhuber that doesn't take shite from no thing or one. To me he is acting like a bad-ass ruler of deities because he IS a bad-ass ruler of deities. Celestia and whoever else that disagrees can continue to look up their own orifices for all I care.
So lets do a rundown on what the lesser deities heard.
I don't give a shit about what you do, what you say, but if you fuck with my shit, you will be forcibly ejected out of the universe.
2792995 he doesnt share...ever..
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2793258 i see that bird using shadows to hurt people now...
Such a badass...
The Princess at the end needs to be capitalized.
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"I'm sorry, Zaeres. I'm afraid I can't do that."
Hell yes. Love this story.
Fitting?
2793388 Agreed!
Still going to be neat to see what happens!
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And also seems to be going insane and/or has one of the spirits in his head.
2794221 what do you expect? he's got literal millions all swirling up in his noggin, one's bound to get closer to the center with enough time...
P.S. Zaeres' form without seeing his mask
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2794053 yis for his "sorrowful or regretful " moods that is, but not for his "wrathful" scenes
Please let his character stay the same! He is perfect in every way. Most stories I have read with a badass op person usually finds problems that convienently outmatch/or equal them. I love watching people try to combat them... As long as they have no chance. Anyways great story! ( a lot shorter than chapters I am used to reading.)
so the void itself is talking in his mind now... good...
i hear screams of thousands of islamists burning alive muhahahahaha
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wait a second...
needs more badass moments
I only see a few well written long thought fanfictions about subjects I care about this one here is the best
Everything the Purveyor said boils down to one thing.
Don't fuck with me
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The amount of badassary gaved me orgasm...and I'm a dude
O_O
2792819 And get her ass kicked to the void.
Great new chapter, can't wait for more!
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Probably. Considering his nature it wouldn't be to suprising to see him trying to force himself in.
I have to admit, if i didn't know what the 'void' was planning inside the barrier, i to would like to see it.
But i wouldn't cross a being who can torture someone by just thinking about it.
usually, i hate overpowered characters, but damn it if you don't manage to keep them intresting
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and also the quickest way to lose loyalty. Let's see if fear doesn't cause some turmoil to pop up later.
~Have a good one.
wow... That was interesting.
AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!
Wait.... if this is 300 years later than season 3, does that mean Blueblood is dead?
2815552 Knowing our luck.... he somehow became an alicorn..... now if you'll excuse me, I have to go Kill myself for typing that possibility
2832137 *hands you cyanide* Here, Go out in a blaze of glory for me will ya?
aren't all smiles silent? or are they secretly whispering the whole time?