The chamber was bathed in an all-encompassing light as the essence of the Oasis answered the Makers call. It flooded into the room, merged with Him, then surged out into her flowing through her connections. Down all the lines that made Bliss one being. She let it happened, for the Maker Chant wasn’t of any particular concern. It would cause some disruption at first but nothing more.

The Maker hadn’t believed anything she had said to Him, which was fair, she had hidden much. Though that didn’t mean what she said to Him wasn’t any less true. Thus, the current event she was experiencing now. He wanted her undone, her hold on the vessels and wills to be separated. Yet he didn’t want them to go back to how they were before. For he still believed His song had changed them, but at the same time kept them how they were. Individuals, free thinking, a person.

So as the Chant reached its peak, and connected to all her various selves, it then cut the cords.

For the briefest of moments Bliss could only see with the two pair of eyes she had aimed at the Maker. Who watched with Hope swelling in His chest, waiting for her to be undone in His eyes.

A Breath passed, then it all came surging back as all of her selves rejoined, for they were all perfectly aligned, even separated in single individuals, that didn’t make them any less her.

“Maker please listen,” she said in a pleading tone through all the constructs and vessels in the chamber. Bliss could have lied again, acted like everything had worked out. Had the Maker believe He’d freed His family. But she chose against such, she was already having enough problems now, with only one hidden truth being revealed. If her Maker found out later she’d hidden from Him a second time? There would be no recovering from that. At least not anytime soon, maybe hundreds of years later, when the wound was old and mostly forgotten. But Bliss didn’t want such a thing, the thought of for her Maker not trusting her for such a long stretch of time was, lessening

He didn’t take her honesty all that well, considering what He thought of her. That and it was a first, in His view, of the essence failing Him. Even though it hadn't, He just didn’t understand yet, refused to accept it and her. With growing horror marking His face her Maker launched another chant, the same as the last, save it was more firmly defined. The thought was crystal clear, the demand adamant. The Chant was to cease her influence, to free them from her completely, and stay with them to make sure she didn't return.

A Chant doomed to fail from the very start, for she was them, and they her. Not that her Maker carried about this truth. Instead, He spent the essence of Oasis, sent as much essence into the Chant as it required to enact a desire that was conflicting. But that was fine, the River was still flowing towards it. Even now with all taking place in front of her Maker, He still had a portion of His mind calling out.

For a second time Bliss was flooded by His essence, forced to be thousands of separate individuals. The Chant, after spreading and ending her links was left stalled weaving about unsure what to do.

It was to stop her, yet she was the wills it was to help, to make free. To allow them to act on their own again, but they were already, but it was still her. Bliss watched the circling loop of desire for minutes till it was finally cut off by the Maker allowing her to merge as one again.

“We can work through this.” Bliss said through all in the chamber, “I know it will take time, and we’ll be at odds with each other. But in the end this petty difference will fade away and we’ll be close again.”

“You possess my family, there’s nothing petty about this.” The Maker replied, nervousness echoing in His words, His Chant continual failure was putting Him on edge. Or more than He already was.

“I am your family,” Bliss said slowly. “Separate me all you want, make me thousands, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re all me, and I’m them. A blissful family, a united family, a family that’s here for you Maker. We’ll keep you safe, protect you from the madness of this realm.

He was breathing heavy, eyes glancing over to the instrument panel, looking at the Oasis reserve. Things were still fine, even if they nearly tipped into the fifth layer well. The third was feeling up nicely and with that knowledge Bliss watched His line of thoughts. All moved by Kindness, a father trying to save His children from a threat, even though she wasn’t. But He wouldn’t believe her, not till it was forced upon Him, not till He failed.

Her Maker forced Himself to take deep slow breaths, preparing for a different act. Bliss saw the forming of it, what His Kindness entailed Him to do. “It won’t work Maker, and even if it did, would you really want it to?” she asked, watching it all unfold in His mind. A plan to try and undo her, to revert their family back to the way they were before she arrived.

“They’d be monsters again, scheming against you and themselves. The Oasis will no longer be safe, your children will always be in danger, and not only of their own actions. But those plotting to take their place and gain your attention.” Bliss said hurriedly displaying truths to Him that He already knew deep down. “They may even turn on you, race back to the Giver begging for forgiveness, leaving you all alone, or attacked by the very ones you wish to save.” The truths and ifs gave Him pause, made Him less inclined to act on what Kindness asked.

“It will be like when you first started a House, filled with people you first thought cared for one another. Only for them to start hacking each other to pieces. Children butchering their parents, children then butchering themselves. Do you want that Maker? To go back to that miserable existence?”

His eyes were closed tight, a look of pain on His face. His hands bunched up into fists, claws trying to dig into Warded skin. “No,” He said so quietly as if admitting to such was a foul thing, instead of the sanest thinking there could be. And yet His Kindness still whispered to Him begging for Him to free His family. Free them from a tyrant that controls them body and soul. The temptation was still there, her words only barely holding the action off. Even if it held the urge it would always be there, calling out to Him, telling Him He could undo the wonder He bestowed.

“You can still try if you wish Maker,” Bliss announced getting Him to stare at her confused. “It will fail, because no matter what you believe my Dearest. Your family chose this, chose to be me, to stay in the warmth you provided. They didn’t like what they were either, once they got a taste of real existence, got to see just how miserable they were. They begged to me, just as deeply as you begged for me to save this realm.”

Bliss looked at the wills around her, at the constructs made to appear how they were in life. “all of them,” she said her smile made wide at the memory of it. “It’s the only reason I’m still here Maker, for if I had forced them through trickery or plain submission like the Others. The Giver would have undone me with the ease of breathing.

He watched her, mind full of her words, but for all she said, it might as well have been silence. Mistrust and lies that was all He saw from her.

“You saw it,” Bliss spoke motioning to the vessels around her. “You saw how everyone began to scream. That was the Giver trying to unmake me, trying to force them back to how they were before. And they fought her Maker, ripped her chant apart for the act. They all want to be like this, just like how you wanted them to be. A realm of blissful people, where you and all you care about can live in Paradise.”

He stayed quiet, her words finally cutting enough to give His Kindness pause. But it didn’t last, because for all her wisdom, all her truths and trying to get him to understand, none of it matter. For she had lied to Him.

He so desperately didn’t want to be made a fool again, didn’t want to put those He cared about in harm’s way because He wasn’t wise enough, to easily tricked. So, her words fell on deaf ears, and her Maker prepared to do the same as the Give had done. For He held on to the belief that His family had been made better on their own, that she was only a fake tying to deceive Him, to work His family to her own nefarious ends.

Bliss did nothing to stop it, for such an action would only encourage Him more. No, she stood straight, head held high and prepared her many selves for what was to come. The shape was similar to the Giver. Though with a gentle nature to it, the Chant would try to be careful, slowly remove her, and avoid causing pain to those targeted. Unfortunately, that would never be, it was going to be horrible and trying to prolong it was only going to make matters worse. But it would try, such is the way of essence, bring about what was demanded, not question the logic of it.

The Chamber was consumed by light again as the Oasis Wards blazed bright and essence spun into Him and out.

Bliss hissed as it touched, gentle or not she still felt the demand in it, the want for her to be gone eternal. It began like the last two Chants sent racing down her connections, using them to reach all targeted. Then, then the wrongness began, vessels screamed, most fell to their knees as the Chant began trying to rip away the warmth given to them.

The sight of it almost had her Maker stop, almost, but Kindness assured Him it was a trick, a ploy to get Him to stop an act that was working. So, on He continued pouring more desire and essence into the Chant, demanding it to achieve were the last two had failed.

The spell made headway as the Giver had before. It would have continued with no difficulties if Bliss had been like those of Fear and Anger. With the desire He was sending she would have been shredded as the wills woke, and joined in the fight to remove her. Instead, they fought for her.

They clung to the warmth and pulled against the Chant, a Chant that had been trying to be subtle, taking on the caring nature of the Maker who spawned it. But it was forced to forego that as the wills turned an increasing amount of their own desire against it. No matter the Makers intentions, it didn't change what He was trying to do to them. Remove something they deemed worthier than all else. So, her poor Maker found Himself at odds with a tide of wills. Ones not tricked or forced into submission. No, wills that had chosen her with full clarity of their action.

Essence began to be pulled from the air and River, racing towards all of her. The wills fought the chant, fought the Maker as He tried to take back what he’d freely given to them. He felt it, and the sense caused Fear to spread in Him as a growing pressure pressed against His working.

“No.” The Maker said in growing alarm as He pressed more of His will against the thousands slowly turning their attention to Him. “No, it’s a trick,” He said. As the pressure kept mounting the Maker rose His arms upward and fell into a stance of being pushed against by a heavy force. A physical act that He believed aided Him in the mental one, and so it did.

“It hurts Papa,” His daughters said, the wills within becoming aware, waking and finding themselves being pulled from her embrace. “Don’t try and make us go back to before, it’s so cold, so empty.”

“It’s a trick!” He shouted with growing desperation as he closed His eyes. Hiding from the sight of His daughters staring at him pleadingly.

“They desire to be me Maker,” Bliss forced out as she experienced the wrongness trying to seep in. Of her Maker trying to un-save the saved. “They want to stay in the warmth you provide forever, to live in the realm you envisioned.”

“Another lie, like all the others,” her Maker said, trying to convince Himself as the building pressure told Him otherwise. “I didn’t turn my family into puppets, into slaves. I didn’t, please I didn’t” He begged, pushing against the growing force, desiring more and pulling in essence as fast as He could.

Yet He was losing, more of herself turned their attention towards the Maker, ignoring the fighting taking place around them. Many died because of it, but none of that mattered, only stopping Him was important to the wills at the present. To stay within the realm of Bliss, to keep the warmth they felt in their chests, to experience a better brighter existence.

The Maker was slowly pushed to His knees, an invisible weight pressing against Him as He struggled. The event had Anger blooming in Him.

“You will not fail me!” He raved loudly to the essence, “not now,” He yelled, "not in this.” With that defiance the Maker pushed back with heightened resolve and began to slowly stand. The essence stopped all attempts of subtlety and wildly began to claw at the wills.

As He rose and stood straight with a snarl marring His face. Bliss saw Not-Instinct standing behind Him, a hand hovering over His shoulder. Even though Bliss couldn’t see into its mind, she didn’t need such to witness the clear hesitation in its posture. Its hand slightly shaking and slowly dipping up and down as if it were fighting with itself. At the end of whatever conflict that was taking place, Bliss watched the hand fall back to its side as it turned its head away from her Maker. It knew what was going to happen, as Bliss did, but unlike it, she didn’t get the luxury to avoid watching the scene unfold.

Her Maker was great, if it had been anything else He would have triumphant. But this was a different kind of fight. One of choice, and the wills that were already her and she them. Had already decided fully what they wanted. And not even the essence nor Maker behind it could change their minds. For they were with Joy, and Contentment, and all the Others of her spectrum. The wills were in a place they would never wish to leave.

So as the Maker tried with growing urgency to fix what He perceived broken, the wills came swarming as one. They abandoned their still living vessels leaving them to Death as many fell to the floor, the act so quick Bliss hadn’t had the time to prepare. Nor would she, the Maker Chant was working partially, one was now many. Many not listening to her, even with them within her embrace they were awake and upset. Bliss was helpless, an outcome she would never accept, as she was forced to watch thousands pour through the Gate of the Oasis and surge through their home, rushing towards Him.

The door to the chamber flew open as the tide of wills crashed into it, they spread everywhere, circling the Maker and Bliss. Essence once flowing to Him was interrupted as the wills fed upon it, used it to push back the Chant He called upon. Began filling the threads that connected all with their own desire, one to stay, to remain, it made Bliss swell. Yet didn’t change the predicament she was in, unable to stop what was taking place.

“Please Maker stop.” Many called out as they gathered more essence to defend themselves.

“Don’t abandon us Divine,” others cried.

“Don’t take back your warmth,” the majority wailed.

The Maker was breathing in quick, the display before Him had sent Him into the hands of Fear and Worry. He’d closed His eyes to the scene, would have cupped His ears if He could have. But they were held up above His head, slightly bent as they appeared to be on the verge of failing to hold up a heavyweight.

“I will not be fooled again!” The Maker yelled at the cacophony of voices, of the wills begging for His Light to remain. The Make pushed with all His might, forcing His will against that of thousands. It was telling how much He believed what He was doing was right, for a Breath His Chant made progress. But only a Breath.

The Maker was struck and sent crashing down to His knees, His arms forced to the ground. Still even as thousands pressed against Him, sent their answers that they wouldn’t be changed. He persisted, for His kindness demanded it, and the Maker wanted to be sure, to know for once that what was told to Him wasn’t another lie. So He pushed, called on the River that carved up the realm trying to each Him faster. The wills did the same, essence mounting on both sides.

Out the Maker pushed sending more claimed essence through her as He tried to raise Himself.

It spread, but it found no purchase as the wills refused it thoroughly. It could not force this, the wills had seen too much, experienced such wonder. The essence tried anyways, spent itself enacting the Makers will, trying to bring about something that couldn’t. For who would not want to be her? To be bliss incarnate.

The affront was once too many, and the wills, thousands turned from defense to action. Out they sent their own essence, all of it rushing through the channels and pushed the Maker own out.

“Enough!” They shouted, the word echoing like thunder as they shattered the Maker Chant and smashed Him to the floor. He couldn’t move and was stuck that way for a minute as the wills removed the last specks of His essence that still tried to bring His desire. Only then with it gone did the pressure leave, and the wills fall back into their slumber becoming her completely again. Bliss wasted no time scattering the wills, sending them back to waiting vessels followed with an urge to scold them for what they did, for harming her Maker.

Bliss breathed out ceremonially as the event ended. Even though Bliss knew she was never in danger, she didn’t want to go through that a third time. People trying to make her wrong was the most unpleasant of things.

Bliss turned her caring eyes towards Him. Who was slowly moving Himself up into a sitting position as His vessel shivered in shock. That was the second time the essence had failed Him utterly, where before He’d thought it impossible. Kindness was quiet now, out of words to say, forced like her Maker to face the truth that nothing was wrong. That everything was right, that their family wanted to be Bliss as she wanted to be them.

“Do see now Maker? See that I’m not what you believe, not some outsider trying to harm you.” Bliss asked and undid the chains binding her. The act was easily enough He was distracted by a great many things.

“Then why did you hide?” The Maker said tiredly towards her. “If you’re so great that my family chose you over me, why hide? Why with this ruse?"

“Was it because you found it funny, seeing me clueless dancing to your illusions?” The Maker added heat building and Anger-rising. Thoughts turning to other angles, even Kindness joined in calling for one last act, a desperate one. One that made even the Maker flinch back.

“I admit the first reason was a selfish one,” Bliss said, making her voice as sincere as possible. “Every time you were aware of me, you would push me away once I overstayed my welcome. Send thoughts that I was being too clingy, thoughts that it was unpleasant to have me around. You had other matters to look at, wanted to listen to the likes of Worry, and Fear.” Bliss spoke, the answer making His Anger disperse and be replaced with Confusion.

“When you sang to yourself Maker,” Bliss added so He understood. “Allowed yourself a moment's rest, covered yourself in a blanket of the same warmth you sent towards those around you.”

He understood then, eyes going wide. “It came so easy, and stayed even when my attention wavered, wouldn’t leave unless I made it.” He murmured.

“That was the first reason, a lowly one I know, but if you didn’t know I was there, then you couldn’t push me away, so I hid, did your work in secret.” Bliss spoke taking a single step forward and no more, for even that much had alarm spread in Him. “Then as I watched you, saw how you constantly listened to Worry, to Fear and Kindness. I understood we would have disagreements in how to handle things.”

“You wouldn’t have taken the necessary steps to remake this realm,” Bliss spoke as His lips thinned. “You would have forced me to allow them to remain how they were, would have allowed your vision to be tainted. So I stayed hidden, had the vessels act normal, to a certain point, and kept up the lie that I didn’t exist.”

“I was going to reveal everything to you Maker,” Bliss said in a nurturing tone as He glared at her. “Once everything was done, the realm remade as you stayed safe within the Oasis. Then I would have shown you all. Even though you would have been a little upset.”

“A little?” He said in disbelief, “oh, it would have been much more than that.”

“Not as much as you might think Maker,” Bliss countered. “The deed would have been done, true you would have been crossed, but not as much as now. For there would have been nothing you could have done, the moment to act already out of your hands. That and you would have seen the realm I’d made for you, been in the place of your vision. I believe that would have quelled most of the unease that would have manifested.”

He shook His head at her, thoughts of bewilderment swimming in His mind.

“You would have been able to deny responsibility,” Bliss added after a second of thought. “Assured yourself there was nothing you could do, that you’d been outplayed and tried your best. Your kindness could have done let to sway you into acting, for I’m not sure even you Maker would try to take on a realm on your own.” Bliss said softly, tempted to take another step forward but held back. “After you would have begrudgingly accepted the state of things, and not long would see nothing wrong with it. You would be in the place you belong, free from the troubles that haunt you, finally able to enjoy existence as it should be.”

“So it was all for me? You had everything planned out?” He asked bitterly as He rose to His feet, Kindness nudging Him to act, to commit one last deed.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Bliss questioned, as she reorganized her portion of the army, sent more wills forming constructs to keep the threats back. “Someone to take up the responsibly for saving this realm, someone to handle things rather than you?”

The Maker stiffened, moved to speak but no words came out, for what was He to say to that? It was after all one of the things He desired most. almost every day He wished someone would deal with the problems in the realm. Be the savior so He could just focus on His family. No longer have to listen to Worry about the affairs happening around Him, threatening His existence. He’d even desired that the Giver would, and in a way that had come to pass. A shame she was also after Him, and wouldn’t stop till He was very much dead.

“It’s all for you Maker, my every decision is pointed at making your existence better. For without you there’s no meaning to any of this. It won’t be paradise like before if you’re not there to share it with.” Bliss said finally motivation herself to take another step forward. The Maker didn’t flinch as much this time, He was tired and distracted by everything happening to Him. Though He was also becoming more accepting of her presence, events finally helping Him see the truth that she was there for Him, no matter His actions towards her.

In time there was be no friction between them, her Maker would forgive her, as long as she provided the means for His survival and enjoyment. But for now, things were still unsatisfactory, Kindness the source of much it, but Bliss didn’t hold it against the unaware entity. Kindness meant well, it always did, was serving the Maker in its own way, even though it was telling Him to kill His family, to set them free. Spun tales that the wills around Him were but illusions, Bliss way of making it seem the act was a meaningless one. The Maker half listened, and for that much its was Bliss fault. He didn’t trust her, He disliked being tricked, even if it was to help Him. That, however, was a cost she was willing to accept since it allowed her to grow to such size. Allowed her the means to keep Him safe even from the Giver.

“You can commit the act Maker, I won’t stop you.” Bliss said causing the Maker to give her a quizzical gaze. “Kindness keeps begging you to kill those you love, to set them free. Go ahead, it won’t change anything, save for the loss of vessels. But with how things are going, many are going to be lost anyway.”

“Another one like you, this Kindness?” He asked, Worry festering.

Bliss shook her head, “no it's you, an aspect of yourself. However, you could make it separate if you willed it to be, asked the essence to do so.”

The answered soothed Him some, as much as it could coming from her, but it was enough to quell the thought and move back to the previous subject. “You really wouldn't do anything if killed my family, cleansed them from this realm and sent them off elsewhere?” the Maker asked not believing.

“You come first Maker, even when it comes to family, besides.” Bliss added having more wills coalesce in the chamber. “We won’t leave you, Death has no hold over us Maker, we will always be here to keep you safe.”

He looked around, saw all the faces, none of them He recognized. She would never have such people he cared for put in harm’s way. But the point was still there, He only had to accept it and He was, slowly. Because He was a caring man, loved His family, even though it would never have loved Him back if not for her. He would accept the truth, because the alternative was Him killing all He loved with his own hand's. Kindness kept crying to Him to do it, but He tuned it out, it was asking so much from Him, and with the clear risk it wouldn’t change anything, why would He?

“No” he said quietly “no I won’t do that.” His shoulders slumped His mind at a loss of what to do. Forced to look at the prospect that even with all the essence at His command He was powerless to undo the work He’d done.

Bliss gave Him quiet to think, His mind spinning in circles as it coupled with the knowledge presented. During this time Bliss pulled her attention to the realm at large. The flow of Nightmares was increasing at an alarming rate. It seemed all were moving upwards, heading for the last bastions of safety the Vail had. More Mountains kept showing up, the calls of others pulling them in. Bliss crafted more constructs to keep them entertained, all of them large and feeding off the River. Her way of building up strength for the time to push them back and keep her Maker safe.

She even sent small scouts heading down the breach the Givers retreated down. It went on for a while, enough she wasn’t able to focus her mind on it for long enough to see the end before she was pulled back by the Makers words.

“So, what now?” He asked in an exhausted tone, He’d moved back to His chair and was slumped in it. His eyes were closed as He gazed through the Wards with His mind eyes. Saw the army of her constructs keeping the Oasis safe. Another display to Him that she meant her words, that He was all that matter to her.

“At this moment keeping you safe is my most pressing concern.” Bliss answered moving her construct closer to him. He stiffened some, but relaxed again, His mind going through the process of accepting the fact she wasn’t a threat, not to Him at least. “Nightmares are everywhere Maker, all very large. Then there’s the Giver herself, who am battling in many places. And is readying her own forces to counter me and come for you.”

“Which you want me to go face before she’s ready.” He commented.

“Yes, we can’t allow her time to prepare herself, she’s like me Maker, Death as no meaning, crush her and she’ll just come back eventually.” Bliss said, making her words comforting, as the announcement did cause some distress to form in Him. Enough that He was rubbing His brows, and drawing her attention to half-formed tears, they glowed like the rest of Him, a beacon of Light in every way. It would be a while before He was stable, truly comfortable with her presence and the state of their family. Till then Bliss would do her best to satisfy His needs.

“Wonderful,” He said sarcastically. “Just what I need while being flooded with an endless tide of beasts.”

“No need for masked Concern Maker, I’m here.” Bliss said sitting at his side slightly ahead of Him so He could see her clearly. “I will not tire, nor stop in my task, so rest assured Maker, things are in capable hands, this hectic display will be resolved soon enough.”

He glanced at her, eyelids barely opened, before closing shut again and gazing out at her hard at work blasting or smashing Nightmares apart. Though the beasts weren't alarmed by this, they instead screeched in mixtures of delight and aggravation that the large savory meals wouldn’t die and allow them to begin feasting.

“You don’t need me.” He declared after watching the sight for some time. “Not even in the slightest, you could just, fan out. Copy my spell and just do that thing you’ve been doing behind my back.” The last part was added with flares of Anger and bitterness. Bliss accepted that would be the case for a time, her Maker hated surprises, of being left in the dark on matters, even if it spared Him unneeded Grief.

“I wouldn’t be much help to you, if I was a leech Maker,” Bliss said. “I was tasked to remake the realm for you after all. That’s a lot of space in need of cleansing, and lots of foes to remove. I can’t very well do that if I’m unable to act without your aid. Like in the beginning,” Bliss added. “Forced to ask you to sing constantly to your family, to those not yet touched by your warmth, before I was able to do it myself.”

He went still, likely looking back into His memories and when He stirred from that inner review, He glared at her. It was accusing and held open Hate in it. “Oh, how you used me,” the Maker said, His voice lanced with Spite, “I practically sang to them every Rotation back in Hadthel, often multiple times. Always they would beg for more.”

“I’m sorry Maker,” her words honest. “I had no other way to do as you asked, there was so much wrong with them, their inner minds and wills nothing but cold devouring things looking for a next meal. I couldn’t fix them on my own, I was so small then, and you asked so much.”

“It’s all my fault.” The Maker whispered to Himself, “the old fool messing up again, too dumb to even notice.”

“No Maker,” Bliss hurriedly said. “It was me, I made sure you stayed unaware, happy, not troubled with the unpleasant problems that comes with changing a realm.” Bliss would have reached out and held His hand or comforted Him in any number of ways, but instead she stayed seated. Bodily contact was still too soon an act for Him to accept, not now where He was only beginning to heal.

“Thank you, Bliss,” He said in a sarcastic tone. “For remind me how easily you fooled me, truly it makes the pain feel less cutting.”

“Doesn’t it?” Bliss asked doing her best to smooth away the hurt He was experiencing. Only time would remove most of it, but Bliss would do her best to speed things along.

He gave her a looked, one of annoyance, and surprise before it faded away, “I suppose it does a little.” He admitted before closing one of His eyes and stared through the Wards. Watched the spectacle unfolding around the Oasis.

“So what do you need me for Bliss?” He asked, head slightly turned to look at her with one of His eyes.

“You place so little worth on yourself Maker.” Bliss said sweetly doing her best to cheer Him up. “Look around you, see what you’ve accomplished. I want you to keep doing such, I want you to help me, Maker, because the Giver made a fool out of me this Rotation.” That got His attention, more than she liked, Kindness pressing on Him, looking for a means to fight her.

“I thought she was aloof, cared nothing for the Vail under her, and wasn’t paying attention.” Bliss told Him, “but she was watching the whole time, or at least those loyal to her. Off they sent the sights, showing all my deeds, all the tricks that I learned from you.” His jaw clenched Fear growing in His eyes.

“I wasn’t subtle with my methods of saving the Vail, Maker. I was in a race against time, against the Nightmares consuming Sanctums.” Bliss explained. “I revealed much, showed that I couldn’t be contained and was a worthy threat. Enough for the Giver to start copying me. As you’ve’ seen with her mountain constructs, and using the River to her advantage.

“This is your fault.” The Maker said softly, the burden of blame He held against Himself lessening.

“Yes Maker, yes it’s my fault, I was hasty, overconfident in my ability to provide for you.” Bliss said happily as it was helping Him calm and decrease the flow of negative urges. “I need you Maker, I need your help to heal this realm. The Giver has shown to be more than an irritant, she's an obstacle worth attention. And worse a legitimate threat to you.”

“She won’t stop Maker, never will, not as long as you remain.” Bliss pointed out making sure He understood His situation. “For you are a usurper, provide an existence she deemed not to grant, you can easily pull the wills to your side. Undo her hold on the realm.

“I didn’t mean to do any of this, I was just trying to make it that I and my family survived.” He said softly.

“It doesn’t matter what your intention was making, only that you’re a threat she can’t allow to exist. All of the Vail, every Sanctum even Sanctuary will be turned to face us, to remove us as they’ll strive to remove the Nightmare.” Bliss sound calmly, and warmly to Him, the urge to reach out and hold Him palpable. “I need you Maker to add your voice to my own, for the both of us to sing, to flood this realm in your warmth. To free all from the horrors they wallow in. We can bring paradise Maker, form the realm you envision and end this cycle of suffering.”

His Kindness told Him, no, to not go down that path, that there was another way. He, however, scoffed at it. The Giver had just recently shown herself and screamed her intentions to Him. Promised His demise and so He believed Bliss in the sense He was in danger, that if He didn’t act His life was on the line. Though He pushed His Kindness aside, He sooth it, sent thoughts of fixing things after the realm was His.

“Alright, Bliss I’ll do things your way for now, since mine, of gathering and hiding Vail to protect them has failed utterly.” He said

“We can’t hide from her Maker, not since the moment we entered the realm Above and submerged ourselves in her aura. She knows where all are within it, from what I can tell.” Bliss said, smoothing away His hurt.

He looked at her, irritation showing. “That would have been very nice to know, sooner Bliss,” He said in a sharp tone.

Bliss bowed her head, “Apologies Maker, I myself wasn’t sure how clear the sight it gave her, I only learned of it myself not that long ago. The Oasis blocks it, so I wasn’t able to notice that aura till after I left the Oasis and matched our armies forth.”

"I had hoped the Nightmares would provide a covering to her senses. But that apparently didn’t happen or not to the extent I thought we’d gain.” Bliss said before she focused some of her attention to the wills she sent heading for the Giver. They reached where the threat had ventured, found a River, and Bliss other half fighting. The Giver had been amassing strength, the Mountain sized constructs were formed of very condense essence.

Bliss returned her full focus back to Him and spoke: “I found the Giver, my other half is fighting her. There’s a second smaller River nearby she’s feeding off of.” Bliss informed causing Him to tense, she leaned nearer to Him. “She’s making constructs, ones that appear aimed at fighting off the Mountains, and you.”

“I suppose it was a bout of foolish hope she would go away after her failure.” He spoke, and called out to the River in full, demanded, and begged for it to join him, to fill the Oasis for the fight to come.

Much of the ceiling to the enormous cavern the Oasis was in had been carved away by the essence. Allowing one to look up and see what appeared to be a forever rising hole. Down the essence fell, rushing with the strength of a current that could shatter stone. Bliss used this, sent hundreds of wills out to it. Had them consume the rushing tide and forming constructs. After they flew, either harass the Nightmares or gathering around the Oasis.

The Maker saw all of this as His eye watched the realm, and the other studied the instruments before Him. Waiting for the third layer to be full once more. A delaying tactic, for even after everything Bliss had said and shown. He was still hesitant to leave the thousands still rushing into the Oasis. Kindness spoke, asked that He try one last time, that He end them all, free those possessed by His actions. That the act was the only way to be sure.

He listened to the words, but in the end, rejected it. Bliss could see His attention moving from it since there was far more pressing concerns. But not before Kindness passed on one last comment that Not-Instinct shared to it. one quickly shared and enacted just as swiftly. A Chant was performed, one that was not hummed, but instead an inner casting. Bliss noticed its effect instantly as His mind, once easily seen into became, clouded.

“I have another task for you Bliss.” He said a moment later, “after you’ll Lead the way.” He spoke in a tired tone, “show me to the those we have to cleanse.” The taste of the last word was wrong, it was of ending.

“We’re bringing salvation Maker, not Death, we’re not going to be killing anyone, if it can be helped.” Bliss corrected. “You and me Maker, we’re going to sing, going to bath them in your Light, in your warmth, show them all the wonder that we herald.” Bliss said, her voice rising, the cheer of her tone returning to its normal pitch, as she and her Maker were finally joining hands to enact His will.