Something about it has always called to me, and all these years I’ve chalked it up to wanting it because of its rarity. When Kyzen and I stepped into that chaotic, disorganized monstrosity of an office to search for evidence against him, my attention locked onto it and wouldn’t waver.
The second I touched it, I saw why.
The truth of what he was hiding in this box.
I lay my hand on top of the illusion cube, surrounding it in my essence so it’ll open.
Carefully, one by one, I pull out the small, but undisputable, evidence.
“The Attendants didn’t act independently. They acted under order. This is the remainder of the powder used to drug Ms. Godrun and Ms. Andino when they were kidnapped and taken to Hellveilious. I located it in Harriseen’s desk.”
I hold the small little pouch flat in my palm and the Goddess of Accord starshoots it from my hand.
“Now, Amick, possession doesn’t prove instruction, dear boy.” Sabelline chuckles low as she leans toward the drug as if she’s truly interested.
“Of course it doesn’t. If you wish to disregard all the facts such as, this substance was located in his private office, the murdered Attendants didn’t possess abilities that could produce this drug or afford to acquire it with the exchange of power or gold, then maybe the signed decree declaring permission for the Attendants to pass in and out of Hellveilious will.”
“Harriseen signed an official decree for Ms. Godrun’s and Ms. Andino’s extradition to Hellveilious?” my father asks with a disbelieving chuckle.
“He did. In the name of,” my attention turns. “Derivius, Beginning God of Chaos.”
“He did what?”
Derivius snaps his fingers and the parchment that we took from the God of Judgment that day in Hellveilious disappears from my hand.
We didn’t intend to keep this from him after we made the decision to act oblivious after Thayla’s kidnapping. That’s simply the way it worked out since after a short time, we were sent on our quest for the Binding.
I, though, have always had a tendency to keep everything that shows me the truth.
That parchment has been sitting on my bookshelf since that day.
Waiting for its purpose to be served.
“He almost got it perfect, but not quite,” Derivius says with a small smirk.
“Oh, Chaos. Don’t attempt to cover for them,” my father says. “Admit to them you sent their Binder to Hell.”
The two of them glare at one another.
“I did no such thing, nor did I sign this. Rella will be able to tell that.”
The Goddess of Accord holds her hand out, not bothering to cast Derivius a glance.
Her eyes and finger scan across the parchment as she hums.
“Almost, but not quite,” she finally states. “He didn’t drag the swirl of Derivius’s C out far enough.”
My father’s eyes narrow as she passes him the parchment as well.
“This provessomeoneforged Chaos’s signature. Not Harriseen explicitly.”
“Very well, dismiss that crime. Which, mind you, forgery and imitation of a Beginning God is punishable by death. A law all of you wrote.” I shift my gaze from my father’s sneer back to the Goddess of Accord. “This is the dagger that showed me Harriseen’s truth when I touched it at the Power Worthiness Test.”
She nods, starshooting the weapon from my hand.
“You expect us to believe that just because you say so?” Sabelline asks, but I pay her no mind. My attention stays on Rellannaver.
I may not have any care or respect for her, but I can and do acknowledge that, out of all the Beginning Gods, she will be the most logical and unbiased. It’s her very nature to be that way, and I will capitalize on that.
