At the base of a mountain, someone puts a letter and a small paper wrapped parcel into a mailbox.
The letter reads:
Hey,
I'm from a bit of a ways away and have heard about you from some people in the nearby city. I'm sure you can guess what they said. I'd like to hear your side of the story, if you're willing to spend a few minutes talking to a random stranger about it. Do you mind if I drop by for a chat?
- Veron Chandler
The note attached to the parcel reads: 'Seal the return letter with this and it'll send it to me.'
The wax is an inky black that seems to eat light, and when pressed to the letter, swirls with a deep purple. The entire note turns black and then disappears.
Down the road, the man who delivered the letter stops, catches something out of the air, and reads it. He looks back at Serik, then turns around and begins walking back.
"Uh. An erinyes is a type of devil, specifically a type that's human shaped, female, and has a pair of wings. Devils are things that live on another plane of existence and are typically super evil and want to hurt people for fun. Some of them react to this societal quirk differently than others."
"Uh. Shit, how do I explain the weird shit that doesn't make any sense in a way that makes sense. Um. Okay, so. You have this world, with all of its associated worldly things, like material objects and a coherent magic system and underlying sensible physics, and all of everything is sensibly arranged and self contained and follows one set of rules. Another plane is like - another place, possibly like this one or possibly not, but the rules there might be completely different from the rules here. Geography might change based on the time of day, people might be arranged differently. Or maybe not. There are ways to move between planes of existence, and I have done that. Multiple times. Was that a reasonably clear explanation?"
"But in your case the weirdness of the multiverse will probably come in handy! ... Though now that I think of it I maybe don't want to set you up with an erinyes, I hesitate to help one get out of Hell without getting to know them pretty well. Devils are the types to sweetly agree to your face and then set your house on fire and eat your soul a year later in a perfectly legitimate and legal fashion. I bet there are other options, though."
"It's... well, where I come from, it's sort of. The bit of someone that contains everything they are? What would be left if all of the non-essential parts of a person got stripped away, and all that was left was the central essence of the person and who they are. The part that's above someone's squishy breakable body. On my plane of existence, when someone dies, the soul goes to an afterlife if nothing else has any sort of claim on it. But again, I don't know how things work here, you might not apply."
"That's fair. I think actively meddling in your magic in a helpful fashion's not a thing that I could make happen in any reasonable amount of time. It's the kind of thing that takes a brilliant wizard a couple of years of dedicated hermitude to pull off. Conceivably the explosion could be contained in some way - a wizard could probably move the entire mountain to another plane of existence - but that doesn't seem to actually solve the inherent problem. If you need more time to think or more mental space to think in or something, I can probably help with that in some way."
"There are potions that improve long term memory, working memory, and make it easier to process information and make inferences. Some more permanent items, too, but it'd be easier to get you a potion for it. I don't think you work like a wizard or a sorcerer or something, but plenty of spellcasters find that sort of thing helpful."
"Hmm. Sounds maybe useful, but how long does it last? If I was going to fix the mountain the fast way I'd expect it to take a month or two straight, no breaks including to sleep, and if your memory potions helped with that but only lasted a day they wouldn't make it worth trying."
"Sure. But then there's the problem of how I don't know you very well, either. That's not to say I'll stand here and play trust tug of war, just. I feel it's only fair to warn you that I will probably rig any magic artifacts I give you to at the very least teleport away if this does turn into a grudge match. Not that I want that to happen, just. Cards on the table. I try to be fair."
"Oh, you know. Things like, 'Your blood will feed our elders, your bones will go to our dracolich god!' and 'Your soul will be tormented for all eternity!' and the like. Often there's monologing of evil plans and how I'm too late to stop any of them. Occasionally someone will ask me to join them as their second in command or something, except I won't get any say in what they're doing. I'll just be doing the complete opposite of what I'd been doing before for no reason. Because they asked me to." Eyeroll. "And clearly that is sufficient motivation."
"Maybe don't try to seduce me. Or at least pick a better method than 'show up in my bedroom in the middle of the night in a third of an outfit.' I felt a little insulted on behalf of - well, maybe not men everywhere. People that are interested in women everywhere, maybe."
"I wasn't thinking of a tail being worthy of being hidden, it just came to mind as an easy example of a disparity between illusion and reality. What's most likely to happen is I find someone, bring them to you, and then we all talk about possible prettying options if you do not find them strikingly pretty enough. So they can be both a thing they're comfortable with and something you find attractive. And I'd be there to be the practical one that'll help figure out how to make that happen."
"If they're picky about exactly how they get tortured they're probably not a good fit. —and if they don't want it to be sexual they're definitely not a good fit, I realize I haven't mentioned that explicitly yet and I probably should. As for how bad it gets - I make my victims almost completely impossible to kill, or they'd be dying pretty regularly. The spell has a side effect that kills them anyway after a hundred and fifty years, but I'm working on that. Depending how good your mind artifacts are, I might be able to just fix that one, actually."
"They're technically free to do whatever they want when I'm not torturing them. Most of them don't, but that's because they're terrified of getting my attention. Somebody who was here on purpose could read my books and admire my lovely gardens or whatever and I wouldn't mind at all."
"What with the exploding, yeah. If I was really sure you'd come through with the fancy artifacts and the people who actually want to be here, I'd let a bunch of the older ones go, but if I let twenty people go now and you vanish or fall off a cliff or can't find anything or decide you don't feel like helping me after all, then I have to kidnap twenty more people much faster than usual and everyone in Oroshe is terrified that this is the new normal. I like my nice stable reputation, I don't want to disrupt that."
"Yeah, sounds like it," he says.
And hesitates for a moment, and adds—
"I wasn't trying to say I didn't think you could do it. Just, it's not necessarily under your control whether you find anybody, or whether if you find somebody they end up getting along with me, and my hobbies and my three-thousand-year-old spell design mistakes are neither of them your fault. And it brings me no joy when people blame themselves for what I choose to do with my time."
"Nice meeting you, too. Pleasure speaking with you, I'll see you in a week."
He waves, casually, then turns and walks down the trail he'd been walking before. This time, though, after four steps an inky darkness swallows him - rather like with the letter - and then he disappears.
Veron is not alone!
Next to him there is a small shadowy figure, bouncing anxiously on - its? her, that's probably a her - heels.
"Hello," says Veron, brightly.
"hi," says the little shadowy figure next to him. Yep, that's a she. And she is nervously edging behind Veron in order to hide.
"This is Ssaskxssix." That word he used should not be pronounceable by a human. He said it anyway. "She wanted to come say hello."
"but that's probably hard to say," she clarifies, peeking out from behind Veron, "with the usual human vocal range. so, um. i should probably get a nickname."
"You can definitely get a nickname," assures Veron, which she seems to find very comforting.
He squeezes Saskia's hand gently, and folds all three of them into the wind. They flow insubstantially up the mountain and past the lake and over his stunningly gorgeous palace and in through the skylight of his eight-floor library, and he rematerializes them on the top floor, looking over the balcony at all the floors below.
He reaches into his bag, and he retrieves a slightly tacky looking circlet, and a less tacky looking ring that is outright pretty.
"I apologize for the." He waves the tacky circlet helplessly. "The this. But it's a circlet of intelligence and I couldn't find one as good that was less. This." Shrug. "The ring's a ring of clear thought."
"All right, time for me to do architecture," he says. "You can come watch if you like."
And he turns into a breeze and descends to the bottom floor of the library and reappears and walks out. There's a corridor there with room for another door; he makes one, and shifts the shape of the castle around it until he can install a cute little spiral stair leading down below the library.
Veron will save him. "She can be insubstantial at will, and won't take along anything she doesn't want to. So anything that she doesn't want on her can stop being so whenever she likes. Dirt's also less... sticky on the Plane of Shadow, it, uh. Wants to stay on the ground. A bath would be more for the novelty than practical use, though she might find the dirt here harder to get off than what she's used to."
"Just making sure. Uh, getting there's easier than getting back, we won't pop out on this plane on your mountain. You can probably do all right with that wind thing, but just in case - can you turn yourself insubstantial? You can navigate the Plane of Shadow without it, but everything shadows build isn't built to accommodate it."
"Depends on how long it takes you to build a spell for it. It'll be inconvenient but isn't necessary, you'll just miss out on being able to go indoors in some places. There are still some indoors places you'll be able to see, just not all of them. Whichever you prefer's fine."
"Windows aren't so much a thing in the buildings I'm talking about. No reason, there's no sun, everyone can be incorporeal, and the view mostly isn't. You can probably figure out a way into a place as air if you try, but it might be more a bit more of a hassle thank you're thinking, things are a little..." he considers phrasing. "The Plane of Shadow moves. Mostly the geography, but buildings too, sometimes. The buildings stay still by being built out of things that are very sturdy. Nobody would be accounting for getting air anywhere in particular, because nobody needs to breathe. And that thing that dirt does, where it wants to stay on the ground? Air kind of does it too, it doesn't try to find holes in things like it does on material planes. It doesn't push. So there are a number of factors here that don't lend themselves well to getting places as air. Possibly you could overcome them, but I'm not going to guarantee it."
"It's easier to turn into one than to stop. It happens naturally to people if they stay in the Plane of Shadow for long enough, actually. If you could magically make sure you can turn back, then no, it'd likely be useful. You'll be more vulnerable to light and certain kinds of holy magic, but those won't be much of an issue if you can switch between forms."
"Very few things are irreversible when you're me! Let's see how long it'd take to build—"
He pulls a bit of power and tells it what he wants. Veron is right, it is easier to do it than undo it, but building a spell that switches him back and forth still looks much easier than he was expecting. "Huh, not that long," he comments. "Probably less than an hour, especially with the mind artifacts. If that's longer than you'd rather wait, I can skip it for now, though."
"I'm not sure how usefully I can answer that without knowing anything about what I'm comparing it to," he says. "I'd offer to teach you how to do it, but I don't know if you'll want to learn - you'll probably mess up a lot at first, everybody does, and when you mess up with this magic the power tends to come out as heat and light. I set myself on fire a few times before I got the hang of it."
"Huh. Sounds interesting," he says. "Well, you can watch me build this spell if you like, but it's not going to look like much, I'm just going to sit down and close my eyes for a while."
He goes to sit down in one of the chairs in the lounge in the middle of the bottom floor of the library.
Most of the cute little cottages give the impression of being empty, or at least of containing someone who wishes you didn't know she was there.
But at the very end of the row, past the last house, there's a girl sitting on the lakeshore staring out at the water. She looks about twenty, and is definitely strikingly pretty.
He has ever met strikingly pretty people before, and the circumstances sort of makes it affect him even less than usual.
When he wants to, he can walk with absolute silence. Actually, he sort of defaults to that, now. Usually it's useful, but in this case he thinks it wouldn't be appreciated. Instead he makes an active effort to keep his footsteps audible, so she can hear him walking.
Veron does not look like a swan. He's not terrible looking or anything, but he stands with a calm and easy confidence that someone that was recently kidnapped by an all powerful sorcerer wouldn't be likely to have. His dark clothes are strange and foreign, he wears more jewelry than is strictly fashionable, and there's something off about his black hair. He looks at her with carefully modulated concern and moves in a way that is easy to read and very purposefully nonthreatening.
"Hi," he says.
He smiles, a little.
"So. Is there anything you need or would like to have? I don't think I could push for everyone to walk out of here forever tomorrow, but I bet if there are things you'd like to have I can make sure you get them. Whether it be material items or a trip to a place that is not this mountain. Or something."
"I know! Usually these things involve dramatic confrontations and annoying evil monologues and destruction of important objects or something! But he just explained why he was acting the way he was and what he wanted, and I gave him a possible alternative that worked for him and he agreed to try it!"