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| Olga Kreuzfahrer |
Jupiter’s hand touched Eve’s ever so lightly and in a flash he saw her in times past, sitting in a wooded grove with her back afore a tree, leaning sideways against the great Granoldi. He remembered so clearly her kindness and comfort. There were decades of friendship, and a bond that only such a communion can bring. He came to realise with that one touch from her, very possibly she was the only mortal he have ever been close to - he saw it all.
Puck’s voice broke his daydream.
“It’s your fault.”
“No, it surely is not.” a surly Jupiter retorted in an exaggerated and sour tone. Jupiter was repulsed with this idea, and moreso that Puck would even suggest it.
“I beg to differ” said Puck emphatically, with his arms crossed and feet firmly on the ground.
“The way I see it” he continued “is that your unholy fascination with you being a bear has caused only trouble and this was exactly how it started … this wretched contamination of the lower Heavens.”
They cast their eyes out to the lake which now appeared to be coagulated blood.
“Cross contamination of species! They must have got some of your tissue or your blood when you were in the body of Granoldi.”
They all knew that blood was a most holy conveyance for the soul within.
“Souls manifest in fluids - they like to travel and move about constantly - they live in the world, and because of, the blood.” Goober said quietly to Eve who was listening intently but had fallen far behind in her understanding. “Mortals incarnate in their blood, their souls circulate through the blood.”
Eve said simply: “Oh.”
Jupiter could feel the weight of depression descend yet again remembering the cannula and the jar they had collected his own blood with.
Puck’s voice broke his daydream.
“It’s your fault.”
“No, it surely is not.” a surly Jupiter retorted in an exaggerated and sour tone. Jupiter was repulsed with this idea, and moreso that Puck would even suggest it.
“I beg to differ” said Puck emphatically, with his arms crossed and feet firmly on the ground.
“The way I see it” he continued “is that your unholy fascination with you being a bear has caused only trouble and this was exactly how it started … this wretched contamination of the lower Heavens.”
They cast their eyes out to the lake which now appeared to be coagulated blood.
“Cross contamination of species! They must have got some of your tissue or your blood when you were in the body of Granoldi.”
They all knew that blood was a most holy conveyance for the soul within.
“Souls manifest in fluids - they like to travel and move about constantly - they live in the world, and because of, the blood.” Goober said quietly to Eve who was listening intently but had fallen far behind in her understanding. “Mortals incarnate in their blood, their souls circulate through the blood.”
Eve said simply: “Oh.”
Jupiter could feel the weight of depression descend yet again remembering the cannula and the jar they had collected his own blood with.
Eve thought for a moment. “Do you mean to say that when these four witches (the pitiful four were still nearby mumbling and grumbling) would take another’s blood to literally try to steal his soul?”
“Simply put - yes. This is the entire point: it was never about chasing enduring youth by consuming the blood - it goes way beyond that - it is all about capturing souls.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
“Simply put - yes. This is the entire point: it was never about chasing enduring youth by consuming the blood - it goes way beyond that - it is all about capturing souls.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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