Bliss furthest vessels, ones sent to claim Sanctums below her flowed back images. The tunnels were dark and covered in holes, many the size of the passages itself. One look was enough, she pulled all her detachments headed in that direction back upward. The Nightmare was on the move, Lust and Hunger had finally claiming enough essence for them to breach the defenses.

It was a race now, luckily, she already fixed seven sanctums and soon an eighth. The Road network was filled with her, all of the vessels she’d claimed traveling upward. She sped up the marching, reorganized herself so she could quickly spread into the Sanctum further ahead and cleanse the Others that feed upon the wills.

It would have been pleasing to send a warning to her main self with the Maker, but she didn’t know where the Oasis was. Nor wanted to risk vessels searching for it. So she continued with her instructions moving upward where eventually she’d reunite with her Other offshoots of herself and finally her Main self. If her Main self had gotten the Maker to send other Hosts into the Roads.

It would be advantageous for her, she was in a race after all, and those of Lust and Hunger had her well outnumbered. They were likely spreading out and following the Roads as she did. Though Bliss had made sure every Block was closed and locked behind her. Such things would only keep them back for so long, since they could just force their way through the Wards now. Hunger would do just that, simple-minded as he was, he wouldn’t stop when there was a feast to be had right behind a wall. He’d smash himself against it to one of them broke, and with the vessels he had excess to, it wouldn’t be him anymore.

Lust would be more careful about such matters, taking her time probing the network and searching where it led. She’d also amass strength, enough where she’d know it would archive what she wanted. Lust for all her faults wasn’t one to waste what she got her vile hands on. Normally Bliss would believe that fact would give her more time. But not now, not with essence flooding the realm, and those two with eyes fixed upon the very vessels she wished to claim, Bliss was running out of time.

‘No more games.’ She would have to be quick now, no talk or speeches or acting like one of the wronged. It was time she flexed her might. Starting with the running figures heading towards her.

There was twelve of them, all encased within Warded armor, they’d been jogging at a leisure pace, but after seeing her Flocks they came running. Lured in by those they saw in the front of the procession. Warded armor superior to their own, leading an entire race upward away from destruction.

Bliss let them get close enough that escape was impossible before the whole of her army sang. The Unclaimed crashed to the floor, their vessels rendered limp and the wills within, though stunned, already moved themselves towards her. A few seconds later and they were her and she them, and all they knew came flooding into her.

Their orders, the state of affairs above, Fear and Worry growing at an accelerated rate. The Vail, it seemed, were finally noticing something was going wrong, in their view anyway. It was, of course, quite the opposite. But the twisted things that they were, it was only expected they’d be confused about such things. But not long, not if she had her say, and with how things were going and what she was seeing, it just might.

The Warded messengers weren’t in the center of affairs going on above, but their instructions gave enough away. They were to check on Sanctums which communications couldn’t be established with. Quite the number, and it had likely grown since the now claimed, had departed to fulfill their Task.

Many, of course, were her work, the Sanctums didn’t answer because there was no one left to do so. As for the ones they couldn’t connect at all, those had her attention. Hunger and Lust were being busy, five Sanctums had been lost to them, all those wills she could have fixed now forever barred from her. Thousands devoured, thousands completely wasted, for even with Hunger and Lust size, neither were something the wills wanted to be. The wills would travel away with their vessels ruined, seek new shells to reside in.

Some might even claim a liking to the Nightmares and choose those for their new forms. It would be unpleasing if they did though, her Maker wasn’t fond of such vessels, so she’d have to likely remove them from the realm rather than fix them. If she could, the vessels of the Nightmares seemed different than those of the Vail, very restrictive in what she could do with them. Guides lines were in place, carved deep into them. Though what it entailed she didn’t know, not unless she claimed one for herself, retched it from Lust and Hunger clutches and see what lay within.

But not now, maybe never, her Maker Desires came first and that was being jeopardized by the acts of the Other two.

She turned from the thought of the troublesome Others, with a flick of effort she had the new Warded vessels rise and form into ranks with the rest of her parade of cleansed.

She didn’t encounter any other patrols or messengers by the time she reached the Sanctum Hythim. She found its Gate closed, which was a first so far, one look within the recently claimed, and she knew why. They spread warnings to the Voices in charge of the Sanctum, requested they secure the place, which the Voices had eagerly agreed to without argument.

Bliss let out of her practiced sigh, it felt near genuine as this was very much unpleasing. Though, not as much of a setback as those inside might believe. She was the mind and will of thousands, a large Warded door wasn’t near enough to hold her back. Especially not one where people watched and listened through.

Once her army was near enough, she sent a single figure to be her voice. One of the recently claimed, she had the vessel place its hand on the gate, and send through a request to be guided inside. There was a confirmation sent back, and a second later one of the smaller doors opened enough for an unclaimed to exit from. Others floated about it, calling out loudly that it should retreat back inside and ignore the multitudes outside the Sanctum. But though they could see the threat, the unclaimed could not, so it ignored the calls of alarm and motioned her vessel forward.

“Only you, for the moment, blessed Enforcer, the Gates have been ordered to remain closed, so, we’ll have to get their permission first.” The unclaimed said, looking at the Flock with a mix of feelings.

“Of Course,” Bliss said through the vessel, having it calmly approach the unclaimed. When she was in reach and in position the door couldn’t be swiftly closed, Bliss acted. Her Flocks sang and Bliss poured desire and essence into her words.

The unclaimed stumbled back as if struck, while Bliss moved her anointed vessel passed and through the door, studying the scene inside the tunnel that was carved into the gate. The unclaimed in there were on the floor, as was the Hosts standing guard on the other side of the gate when she entered the Sanctum proper.

The Others were whisked away in an instant, the main cause for the unclaimed being sent into a stunned state. They’d been tormented with those vile beings for so long, that being without them was an overpowering sense of ease. Add her own essence flowing over them and it was a powerful tool to neutralize the unclaimed. Made it safe for all as she went about making them right.

An effortless task, with how large she’d become, her Light was blinding to them now. The wills were helpless against a lake of focused ones. But she took care not to force herself on them, only enough to cleanse them of the nagging voices and the torments they caused.

After Bliss waited as Hope guided and encouraged wills to head her way. None faltered their flights towards her, all screamed out, begging to be her and only her. Bliss in every way, free from ails that consumed their existence for so long.

A minute in and the Host was her, rising as one and taking defensive positions. A few broke off connecting their tokens to the gate causing it to part.

Bliss smiled wide as the Sanctum came into view of her parade of wills. When the gate was half opened her vessels marched in stride towards and through the gate. The Host joined them as they began their track down into the outer tier. Blisses many eyes let her see her entrance had caused alarms to be raised. The gates weren’t supposed to be opened, not without the Voices word, and yet one had been.

Forces were sent her way, their stance defensive, and ones to block her progress inward. Before she may have indulged with the dance, talked with the defenders for the safety of the unclaimed, but not now. She was in a race, and she couldn’t slow her stride.

Her army sang, thousands of voices joining as one, all of it bathed in a uniform desire, and her essence. All unclaimed who heard it stumbled, then collapsed to the floor. Hope divided into many and throw herself upon the comatose vessels where she began whispering to the stunned wills inside.

Bliss didn’t slow, she had her army float the sleeping vessels out of the way, rather than wait. She needed to make room for her army to continue pouring through. When stairs and slopes weren’t wide enough for her liking, she hummed barriers into existence as her Maker did.

Used them as levitating platforms to raise and guide her forces outward faster. The act caught the unclaimed off guard as they continued setting up defenses further ahead, Only to look up as her song reach them and they fell to the floor.

In short order, all of the unclaimed in the outer tier were still, a whole city that appeared to be asleep. Like the other Sanctums she’d saved, the outer tier was spent. Only a few Hundred remained, were once it had been thousands. So many lost, and nothing gained from it, nothing of worthy gain for her anyways, it certainly increased the Nightmares outside though, and gave Hunger meals to feed itself upon.

‘But not again.’ She mused as a tide of wills funneled into her, swelling her more. The once idle tier rose as one, all made equal, all made her, and the heads of the cleansed turned their sights towards the inner gates.

The unclaimed had been slowed to act, so she had in possession the tokens needed to open said doors. An outcome that had happened every time. The Vails defenses weren’t designed to face something like her, not with how much she’d grown. In the beginning, it would have given her pause, slowed her progress, but now? The gates might as well not be there, at least not for the Vail. To Bliss through the gates and the Warded walls were a great boon. They kept unclaimed from seeping out and running to other places for refuge.

Instead, they were stuck, trapped by their own devices, something that likely happened to the Vail cornered by the Nightmares as well. A fact that increased her incentive to hurry things along. The Vails homes were a danger to their survival, and Bliss very much needed the wills inside. Needed to grow larger, so she could turn their desires towards pushing back the likes of Lust and Hunger.

Larger parts of her forces began charging forward, surging at the gates as they sang. Others floated along in the air adding their own voices. Hands pressed against the gates, ones filled with tokens that caused the doors to push inwards. She heard shouts of alarm, ones cut short as her spell shuck them. Her army pushed themselves through, running in all directions, followed by Hope that divided into a river of herself.

The streets were crowded with those aligned with Confusion, but soon left it as they fell to the floor as her influence swept over them. An outcome that continued occurring as her vessels poured into the second tier. Hastily fired Chants were easily blocked by Choruses from her vessels. Most cases the unclaimed didn’t get a second chance to spend these before they fell to the floor like the rest of the Vail succumbing to her.

Half an hour it took to claim and fix the wills of the second tier. The third tier was before her, gates closed but that didn’t matter. Bliss had herself scourer the second tier of hearts before heading forward, placing the Warded ones in the front.

The Enforcers were dedicated to their Task, enough to try and ignore her as they launched spells to hold back the lines of cleansed. They needed to be met head-on by those who were their superiors. Just in case the Unclaimed managed to work a spell through her defenses.

As hands were laid across the gates, token ordering them to open, Bliss had her army sing. As the doors parted, she spun a half circular shield ahead of the marching Warded. The Enforcers were lined up, and unfazed by her song, already casting a Chorus of Chants down upon her readymade defenses.

Bliss studied them, and the spell they were weaving. Many of the vessels she held knew of it. A dome that blocked out unwanted noise.

Bliss smile tightened, one of those in charge was clever, and in the past, that little trick would have been a dangerous one. But it was too late now, she increased the volume of her singing. Poured more essence into it till the Enforcers began to shake their heads as their eyes starting to grow heavy.

In their desperation, they began firing Chants off clumsy made, all of which bounced off or shattered against her defenses powered by thousands. Still, even after seeing that display the wrongs in them demanded they fight even though it was a pointless endeavor.

She’d already won, she’d won the moment her Maker saw the realm and demanded it be made better. Desired it with all His might that the cruelties be wiped clean and the place be made into what existence should be, Her.

The unclaimed, those still aware enough to notice, began to retreat back as her Warded neared. Vessels floating along in the air on barriers began casting down spells to thwart them, shields appeared blocking their path, and chains to constrain them as her Maker did so often to dangerous foes.

‘It is effective,’ Bliss thought and praised her Maker for his kindness of showing her such a method.

Enforcers were rendered helpless when the chains forced their arms down, pressing them to their sides. No matter the Worth they consider they had, it was for naught when they didn’t have the hand moment to use them. Unlike her vessels and her Maker, they understood the essence, knew how to use it as it should be. Desirer, that was all it required, no waving of the hands or complicated rituals done in perfect order.

It always made her wonder how they could be so blind to the correct use, why they hindered themselves with such beliefs. But Bliss wouldn’t correct them, it was a grand boon for her, another reason in a long line why they couldn’t stop her.

The movement of Tower gates opening refocused her attention to the realm. Enforcers and those consider most Worthy of the Sanctum began pouring out. She could smell and hear them, all the Others were in a frenzy of actively, screaming loud in the minds of the unclaimed. Begging them to take care, but to fight with all they had. Doom they called out, doom had come to claim them.

The slight made her smile dip, and continued to do so as they Others whispered more lies to the wrong. Bliss pulled from the Hearts she’d collected, and the air around them. Had her wills desire and in an instant Bliss swelled and showed herself to the masses of unclaimed.

She pulled more essence into herself, and the desires enlarged her stature, made her the size her Maker was. She loomed over them, hands spread out and a bright smile returning to her lips. Eyes went wide, from the wrong and the Others who been slandering her, many, once rushing forward to help the Enforcers halted and stumbled back.

“I ‘am not doom,” she called out, weaving herself in the words “I am your salvation from the cruelties of this realm, Of the Fears and Worry’s that torment you. Listen to me!” she sang her voice adding with the army that was her. “Listen and be cleansed, listen and become me!” she shouted her words shaking the realm, and shattering through the domes of silence they tried to hide within.

Her smile broadened even more as vessels began to collapse to the floor, the vessels cleansed of the Others which dissolved from her words. Hope flooded forth, laying gentle hands on the wills that needed guidance.

The Towers doors were abandoned, to obstructed by bodies for them to be closed. So those that remained retreated further into the structures after they witness her glory. Saw fighting was meaningless, yet still, they struggled, refused to let her fix them and clean the vile that caused their existence to be nothing but bleak.

No matter, she would fix them, once they saw enough they’d come to her, as all do. They will praise her after the cleansing was done, and she was them and they her.

All will be well, and most of all, there will be no more acts of slander from them, they would know what she was, what she represented.

It wasn’t long before half her army was through and clogging the streets of the inner tier, she sent an increasing number of her vessels air born in order to make room. Quickly the claimed rose joining her ranks, the once protestant wills, now demanded with all their might to be part of her. Finally seeing her correctly and understanding what she offered freely to them.

Flocks worth of vessels marched into the towers, her song being sung loud as they did so. The unclaimed inside had closed every gate they could that lead deeper into the structure. But she had most of the tokens needed to reopen them. Chants were sent screaming at her selves, only to be halted by a Chorus crafted barriers.

As Bliss moved deeper into the complexes her many vessels searched and found more Hearts. Large ones this time, as was the commonality of those layering about within the inner tier. She put them to quick use, increasing the volume of her song, making the void domes mostly irrelevant.

All the unclaimed fell swiftly to her, even the Enforcers, which she made a habit of just incasing in chains. Soon she was within the Worthier parts of the Towers, reserved for those most High. Though they didn’t look as such, nor act. Bliss saw them for what they were, frightened children in need of her care and the Makers protection. They would have it, even if at the moment they fought against such, they would be allowed to have this most kindest of gifts.

Her Maker demanded it, his Love so deep and broad, he wanted all of them realm remade into an eternal Paradise. Where all will be able to live their lives encompassed in her. There was no kinder nor greater man than Him, a Will that desired all to be saved, and spared from the existence He endured.

Bliss would make this come true, was the instrument, the Herald that is to be. So Bliss smiled even as the child fought, screamed, and sent curses at her for the deed she was committing. They knew nothing, children through and through, but soon they would be her, with it clarity would come, for all involved.

Unpleasingly the last of them took the longest to cleanse, the unclaimed were endowed with a great many Hearts. Which they used to encase themselves in a thick dome of silence. One that lasted long enough for them to launch a sustained attack.

To the Vails of the past, it would have been a showing of great Worth, a reminder to those below why they bowed their heads to such Worthy individuals. Now though, those which were her, saw how little and meaningless it was to a collective that was her. She watched through Hundreds of eyes, with a smirk on her lips as the Chants shattered against her defenses.

Defensives quickly moving closer to the unclaimed with each step her vessels took. In many places the same scenario played out. Unclaimed trapped unable to flee as they protected entrances to Chambers that held House rulers. But in one Tower, more aggressively defended than the others, Enforcers stood unleashing all they had at her advancing army. The tunnel became hot, for in their desperation the Enforcers sent lightning at her. A costly act for both sides, as it took a great deal more essence to maintain the defenses against such. But she was thousands, and had hundreds of Hearts ready to be used if the situation called for it.

Her defenses held easily, the Enforcers, on the other hand, were spending themselves. Their eyes were wide with Fear as they watched her advance forward. Her song growing in strength as Hope whispering in their ears, removing the desire to fight. Explaining to them of the wonder that awaited after their tantrums were done.

Minutes later the Enforcers burnt through all the Hearts they carried, then the reserves of the armor they wore and finally themselves. The domes of silence feel and they with it. Fear and the Others tormenting them vanished instantly, and the wills were finally free of their vile existence.

The rest was simple, as the wills, once so against her, came rushing to join her like all the others. As always she took them in with open arms and took hold of the vessels. The Enforcers rose, and turned to face the door, one of them pulled out a token for the gate and place it upon it. The gate parted and her essence surged through.

The Voices within fought longer than others, were actually able to stay focused for a few seconds under her full assault before one by one they collapsed to the floor. A moment later, as their wills joined her, Bliss took notice of the thoughts within them, the final ones. Bliss looked through their eyes as they rose, focused on the crystal the Voices had been in contact with.

The thoughts surged in, the Voices, after listening to the Enforcers reports. Ones with new instructions detailing a guarded stance. Had the Voices situating themselves within a Channeling chamber, ready at all times to send an alarm out to those Above when the Sanctum fell into dire straits.

‘That is very unpleasing,’ Bliss commented to the Voices that were now her.

‘Oh well, they’ll fight a little harder, but in the end, I’ll make them right.’ She concluded and as she pondered of the changes this outcome was to bring, a thought occurred to. Though risky she had a Voice connect to the crystal again.

She watched through the vessel, as the mind connected into a vague space, no one was there, at first. One then two, till eventually there were five women staring back at her.

“What happened Yeihar?” one of them asked, Worry ringing in her words, but also Joy, one born from the thought that the women she was speaking to was well. Blissed smiled at her, had the vessel open its mouth, and Bliss poured a wave of desire and essence into it.

Her song cared through the link, which retained its impact as she could see the Voices flinch, and go still. She sent another wave, and as one the Voices collapse and disconnect. She waited, wondering if her little scheme was working. Her smile, once beginning to fall, rose to its full height when she saw and felt a will travel through the link and press itself against her. The other four came just as quickly. Their thoughts filled her, showed her the scene on the other side.

Enforcers at the time of their departure were beginning to swarm around the now comatose vessels that lacked wills. Bliss took the five wills, cleansed them, fixed them and made them her. Then cut them off and formed a small version of herself.

The smaller version gazed up to her, smiled and looked towards the way back to the unclaimed vessels. ‘For the Maker.’ Bliss said to her smaller self, one that nodded to the words and she sent the smaller one trancing through the link.

Bliss made some connections with her smaller self, enough to see through her, and provide essence and desires. The five Voices once unmoving, jerked to awareness as the wills returned to them. The movement caused a ruckus to occur from the Enforcers who gave out sounds of Relief and Joy. But those were short-lived as the Voices opened their eyes.

The Others were speaking widely to the vessels circling her own, demand they act, for they could see Bliss, unlike the blind wills they shared vessels with. The Others, pleaded, begged, threated and spoke of alarming ends if they didn’t act. Many of the Enforcers went still, half listening to the sending’s, normally such things would flow off the Enforcers. But Bliss could see a reluctance in them now, the Voices had just fallen comatose, attacked somehow, by something through the crystal. Fear fed on that, used the occurrence to get some to listen, to act, or at the very least confine the Voices.

Bliss had the vessels rise, the more Caring Enforcers helped in the act, those she smiled towards. But the problem remained, one that wasn’t changing. No, it got worse as the gate to the chamber was opened and new Enforcers arrived accompanied by. Bliss search through the minds of her vessels and the name came to her, Inquisitors.

Bliss couldn’t see any Others on them, not even ones that aligned with her. They were empty wills, ones that appeared to squash anything that entered their minds.

They gave her group one look and the head Inquisitor called out, “Chain them.” The Inquisitors Enforcers moved forward, and Bliss let out a practiced sigh from one of her vessels, one that gained the Inquisitors attention.

Bliss put a smile on the face of the vessel, “I agree”, she said and her five vessels summoned chains that spread out trapping or confining the things around her as quickly as possible. Enforcers and the Inquisitors stumbled back, which helped Bliss buy more time to chain those who could harm her. She had two of her vessels begin to sing, and shower them in the warmth of her Maker.

Enforcers trying to raise hands and perform their rituals slowed as her essence washed over them. They remained standing, as the pull on them to become her, wasn’t even a shadow of what it had been before. Though essence was pouring out from the crystal behind her, words were not, it was not made for such. It needed physical contact and a connection made to hear what was being said.

The Inquisitors could see this, the essence at least, so much was forcing its way through the crystal it was glowing bright and sparking.

“Brothers,” one of the Inquisitors spoke, struggling, and at the moment holding off her warmth. “The Channel, destroy it.” The others of its type once cutting away at the chains she continued to make, turned their attention to the mentioned object.

Bliss had one of her vessels that had been making chains, switch its role and begin Chanting barriers around them and the crystal. The Inquisitors sent sharpened wind at her defenses, uncaring if the blades hit Enforcers, they were after all cover in Warded armor.

Her barriers shuddered from the assault, began to thin, forcing her to have another begin fortifying them. Bliss saw more were coming down the hall, drawn from the commotion their little feud was causing. Bliss stopped producing more chains, she instead had her remaining three sing her Makers warmth.

Enforcers wavered as the warmth her Maker used, was sent towards them. She began to seep into their minds and showed His majesty, one who would save them all. Arms once raised, those not entangled by chains, began to fall. More of the Enforcers stopped their struggling and began to stare at her. She beaconed them forward, bathing them in her essence.

The Enforcers nearest to her group began to settle down, the Inquisitor’s did the opposite, they fought against her call, tried to ignore the Makers warmth. They pushed everything out, made their minds cold void things. A new form of wrong, one she would right, once all the fighting was over and they were made docile. Something becoming rather difficult to achieve as more Enforcers and Inquisitors arrived.

The Enforcers struggled, slowly, hesitantly raising their hands and forming spells off air to strike her defenses. The Inquisitors showed no such hesitation sending forth Chants to hammer her defenses.

The crystal behind her glowed brighter as her larger self sent more essence through the link. Bliss had three singers unleash as much as their vessels allowed, tried to convert the many around her.

She would win this, time was on her side. The nearest Enforcers began to fall to their knees their vessels being cleansed of the wrongness in them and soon the wills. Soon more would be her and she could swiftly make them all right. She could see it, another Sanctum claimed, though it would be slow, and difficult compared to the others. But she would get it done and move towards her larger self, claiming other Sanctums as she went.

Even as unclaimed hammered against her defenses Bliss vessels were smiling.

Then weren’t, as Bliss heard a crackling sound coming from behind her. It grew louder, the sound echoing over her singing. When Bliss had one of the vessels glancing back she saw the source. Saw cracks worming their way across the crystal, then light and a blast as the object shattered.

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Blisses vessels were knocked forward, her Chants disrupted and shards of the crystal embedded themselves within the flesh of her claimed.

There was a bright side to this, the flash caused the Enforcers and Inquisitors to top with their Chants. A grand thing considering Bliss wasn’t fortifying the shield anymore. Nor could she to level she’d been before, her connection was cut, the flow of essence gone, and she dimmed. She was on her own now, so it called for less desirable acts.

As Enforcers began to wake from their stupors Bliss had her harmed vessels rise and desire as her Maker did. Demand the unclaimed essence in the air come to her, to be her. There was a pull in the air, as it came rushing into her vessels. She undid the harm done to herself, and had them group up.

Three of the wills continued to desire as the Maker did, calling to the unclaimed essence all around them. Enough that a cool wind was produced from the act as the essence traveled to her. She pulled harder and unclaimed essence in Hearts that were hidden in pockets, came rushing forward as well.

She had it mostly converge inside the other two. Had them sing once more, replicating the warmth of her Maker and the image of His majestic figure into the minds of the unclaimed. Enforcers who were slowly regaining themselves faltered, and began to lazily sit on the floor again.

But that was only for the ones nearest to her, those who’d been in her presence the longest. The rest further out and those just arriving weren’t as affected. The Inquisitors most all, the warmth she sent sinking into them they ignored, given enough time Bliss knew she could make them understand, but not now. She could feel and see the thoughts, they were completely focused on her and not in a way aligned in her manner.

It was the focus of a target to be removed, a threat that couldn’t be allowed to remain. So Bliss treated them in the same way. One of those singing pointed a hand and in second lightning sprung from the vessel fingers.

The Inquisitors gave looks of alarm, caught off guard by the speed of her casting, she was able to get two of them before Enforcers stepped into the path of her attack followed by hastily made barriers.

“End them!” Screamed one the Inquisitors, “Put them down with the Givers Wrath.” It finished, and the Enforcers further out, even as they listened to her song, acted. Years, decades worth of training, allowed them to act without thought, allowed them to turn wicked acts towards her, even as they listened intently to her words.

Bliss was forced to go on the defensive, there wasn’t enough essence around for her to break through the Enforcers armor.

She had two of her vessels forming shields around her. She studied the working of them, the amount of essence following into her and the amount of the opposition. Bliss could see it all with her many eyes, see what was coming and for the first time in her existence, she could do nothing to stop the coming event.

Dozens of Enforcers pointed hands her way, and the room was enveloped in a blinding light. Her defenses lasted a Breath before shattering apart, the same for her vessels as their remnants blasted everywhere. Bliss song cut out, and the chamber was filled with the noises of crackling lightning as it dances across walls.

That to stop a moment later, silence ensued and Bliss watched with a thin smile. The Enforcers one sitting peacefully on the floor stirred back to life, heads looking around as Confusion held them. In them, there were shards of herself, parts which had taken hold in the mind of half cleansed. Her shards would bloom given enough time.

The five wills that were her, exited out of the remnants of the vessels, which merged and moved into her center. The air was stale, but it would refill with essence soon enough. If she was inclined she could continue the cleansing, make them her. But that was folly, she was too small to be acting in that manner. She couldn’t force things, she was back to how she was in the beginning, mostly. If the Sanctum was anything like the others there would be many willing listeners, many who would be thrilled to be part of her.

She could also remake one of the vessels, improve upon it, her Maker had shown her many things. His Mind and Will a marvel above all others, He allowed her to do so many things. Opened so many paths the Others didn’t have. Namely wills, wills that were her in every way, made right and cleansed from the vile ailments that once infested them.

There was quite a bit left of the corpses, but one more than the rest, large chunks of bones had survived, and within life still held.

“Seize them,” an Inquisitor spoke, pointing at the Enforcers who only now tried rising from the floor. They looked back at the speaker, their heads dipping in respect out of habit. The Enforcers pointed out didn’t fight as they were chained and guided out the chamber.

The Inquisitors remained with a hefty guard of Enforcers as they stared at the spot Bliss had been making her stand. She was tempted to reach out to them, to fill the stillness they clung to so desperately. An eager made worse as she witnessed hints of Fear and Worry forming there, already bothering them with thoughts, ones bliss could relieve them of. But she stayed her hand, she wasn’t in a condition to lend aid, not to those so disinclined to accept it.

“It would appear we’ve stumbled onto what’s been happening to the other Sanctums.” One of the Inquisitors said, even as the Others bothered it, the will and vessel spoke calmly.

"Agreed,” another said, “Though what, I’ve yet to understand.”

The first to speak nodded and motioned, “Come, brothers, we have much to discuss with the others, and dozens of Enforces to question. Maybe they will shed deeper meaning for the Giver to bath her light on.”

They left, their escorts going with them, leaving behind the mess they’d made, though Bliss wasn’t alone for long. Soon Lowly ones arrived, ordered to clean the mess their supposed betters had made.

They used their wills and the essence within themselves to form water which scrubbed the walls. Removing the grime from the now glistening walls of metal. The bones they hovered and placed into simple bowls. Accompanied with the leftover chunks of charred meat as well, before carrying them away.

Bliss followed them, and kept her hands to herself since the air was stale of essence, which all around found discomforting. It quickened the Lowly along, hurrying them down passages filled with essence which they breathed in deeply. Bliss did too in a fashion, her sight and hearing became richer, but she kept it to a minim she didn’t wish to risk becoming seeable. Bliss studied the passage and the other Vail with passing interest as she followed the Lowly like one of their shadows. All the way to a section of the Tower filled with the flesh and corpses of the dead.

The Servants dumped the remains of her vessels on top of a newly formed pile. One made of remnants rather than the many bodies placed upon butcher tables. Most were the remains of Wordane, creatures so dilled witted or perhaps cut away, that the things never had a thought of their own. But there were Vail on the tables as well. Most had a keen lack of channels marking them, Lowly like her guides.

Bliss looked to the five wills that were her, but found no details about the place she was in, save for the fact they knew this place existed. Bliss pulled from them and watched the Servants leave, completely unaware of her. The Others could see her, but they gave her only wearily glances. They didn’t know what to make of her, so beyond them she had become.

Bliss ignored them, the time would eventually come she would be able to cleanse them all. But for now, she had to situate herself with the workings of the present Sanctum.

Bliss looked around closely, before pulling enough essence into her form allowing her to carry off the bones fragment to a more covered location. It wasn’t hard, the chamber was large and filled with lifeless vessels, the wills within them long go and out of her reach.

Bliss wiped off a table, making it shine as she used essence to remove all of the filth from it. She placed the bones where they should be situated within the vessel. The largest was part of the leg, though most of it had been broken away. The broken fragments that remained carried more than enough for what she needed. She pulled the essence from the Chamber and some Hearts that had been hidden into her. With it, she had the five wills desire, wish the body to be made whole and returned to its original structure.

Her essence flowed out and into the bones, they quickly spread, filling out to a whole skeleton that quickly became encased in muscles, needed organs, skin and finally hair. Half a minute and the vessel was made anew. After she made some changes, starting with the face which she made more elegant and desiring. A theme she continued with the rest of the body. She was small again, she needed all the extra help she could muster and an eye-catching vessel would certainly help in that regard. Many Vail fell for such things, there thinking’s becoming clouded with thoughts of fleshy desire.

Bliss stepped back from her work, studying it for some time till finally nodding her head in satisfaction. She and the fives wills moved into the vessel, the moment she was centered in the chest it rose in a startled breath and the eyes fluttered open.

Bliss looked around testing the eyes and ears, then the rest of the vessel, afterward testing its footing. Her changes hadn’t messed with the vessel's balance, so it went smoothly.

She stretched some, savoring the feeling of having a vessel again. But only some, as she remembered she needed clothing.

Sure Vail would enjoy looking at the vessel she’d made, but such a thing would raise alarm. Her vessel was a beauty, after all, endowed with Worthy channels. Such a person wouldn’t be walking around nude for Lowly to see.

Bliss observed her surroundings, many of the corpses still had clothing on them. Ruined and bloodstained but her Maker had shown ways to fix that as well. So after removing the most worthwhile garments she cleaned them with essence and fixed the holes and ripped fabric.

At the end she was clothed in a flowing dress that hid but at the same time accentuated her curves. Bliss exited the vessel studying it as she combed and bound up the hair nice and proper.

Bliss large smile returned as she glanced at her work, there was much more to be done, but that would come later after she had the needed essence. Her Maker, wise as always, showed the correct way to protect a vessel. Endowing it with Runes to hold off the destructive tendencies of the locals.

But for now, she had to spread herself quietly, enough so she could amass the needed wealth to make the changes and form the ranks needed to deal with the Enforcers. Then she could cleanse the Vail of the vile wrongness in them.

The low echoes of a blade against stone had Bliss smile transfer over to the vessel as she entered it. “It won’t be too hard.” Bliss said to herself heading towards the noise, “I’m what they desire most of all.”