《After the End: Serenity》Chapter 148 - Stojan
Advertisement
The man smiled. “Glad you remember, little Hale. Not so little now, I suppose; it’s been years.” He looked around the room and smiled. “Since Ynsarac has recognized me, I should introduce myself. I’m Stojan Tasi, City Lord of the Shining Caverns. You four have found a problem. You’ve also done a great deal to mitigate it, but it’s bigger than you know.”
Stojan Tasi pulled a chair around to where he could face the others and sat down. “A few days ago, someone killed my nephew Kenna - Stojan Kenna, he was a member of the main line. He was banished to the Necropolis for necromancy more than thirty years ago, yet he was in a warehouse in the Shining Caverns - not only in the Caverns, but in the main city itself.”
Stojan Kenna must have been the dead man they’d found, the one killed by Guildmaster Hollis. Serenity still wondered if he’d actually been a vampire or if there was another reason he’d smelled like Desinka.
“His death is the reason I’m here.” Stojan Tasi’s mouth quirked up on one side. “Perhaps not for the reason you’d guess. It would be better to say that his death is the reason I’m able to be here. I’m afraid I can’t explain more than that.”
Serenity’s gaze wandered around the room as the City Lord talked. It was richly appointed, but all it contained was a set of comfortable chairs, carpeting on the floor, and tapestries on the wall. He wondered how the City Lord had been able to hear through the closed door; it was thick and seemed to have been built to prevent sound from leaking out. Perhaps he had a way of overhearing what was being said inside other than listening through the door? Or maybe he’d just caught it opening a little late; Serenity had been talking about Earth when the door opened, after all.
Serenity realized he probably should have guessed they weren’t here to speak to the council when they were placed into such an obvious private discussion room, but he wasn’t used to thinking about that sort of thing.
“Some time in the last thirty years, Kenna became a vampire, or at least that’s what our analysis skills say. The problem is that the wound that killed him shouldn’t have killed a vampire. There are no outward signs of vampirism, but there aren’t always. When we exposed part of him to sunlight, the part that was in the sun burst into flames. The skills are right about that, but we don’t know why he was so weak as to die easily.”
Serenity knew that some vampires were simply weaker than others, even of the same Family, but that usually meant that they had another influence that interfered. Stojan Tasi was a dhampir. Maybe Stojan Kenna was as well, and that interfered? “Was Stojan Kenna a dhampir?”
The City Lord nodded. “Good guess. Yes, but that shouldn’t have interfered. Vampirism is generally either very compatible with a dhampir or completely incompatible - you either turn easily or not at all; sometimes it kills. Turning into a really weak vampire is unusual.”
Advertisement
“What about Bloody Reds?” Serenity didn’t know much about them, but after Desinka’s story, he was pretty sure Stojan Kenna was the man who’d commanded her, and she’d been a Bloody Red.
“They were exterminated decades ago. It couldn’t be a Bloody Red.” Stojan Tasi’s face lost its cheerful expression. “Unless you know something I don’t?”
Serenity needed to say it in a way that would protect Desinka. Being a vampire in an undead-hating city wasn’t a good thing, after all. “I saw a Bloody Red vampire a few days ago, inside the city. One of the cursed, so not a problem now, but if there’s one…”
Stojan Tasi closed his eyes. “If there’s one, there’s probably a nest. Maybe more than one nest, Bloody Reds spread far too easily. We’ll have to search. I’ll have Kenna’s remains checked for that variant. That could explain it; normally a dhampir would simply reject a weak incompatible strain but with a curse…” he sat there for a moment, then shook himself.
“The woman you four captured has refused to say anything so far, and we don’t know who she is. Right now, all we know is that she isn’t undead but she seems to be a very strange Death mage. We think she’s the one who actually created the curses, but she’s refused to say how.” Stojan Tasi’s gaze had been wandering between the four of them as he talked, but it fixed on Serenity. “Would you be willing to come talk to her? I don’t know if you’ll get anything more out of her; no one’s been able to so far, but it’s worth a try. ”
Serenity shrugged. “Sure.”
The City Lord nodded, then glanced around the group. “The Council is currently discussing attacking the Necropolis over this. We can’t afford a full-scale attack, but we also can’t afford to let this pass without reprisal. This was an attempt to destroy the Shining Caverns in a way we couldn’t easily blame on them, and it came far too close to success. They shouldn’t even have been able to enter the city; we have wards to keep out undead and detect Death mages of all sorts, especially necromancers. They have to have had outside support, and Kenna was probably how they got it.”
Hale’s voice was worried when he spoke. “What are you going to do?”
“I can’t do anything.” The City Lord’s reply was harsh. “I can’t even tell you why. All I can do is send people I can trust to do something. We can talk about that after we talk to the woman. If she says something, it may change what I can do.”
Serenity didn’t think anyone else heard the City Lord’s muttered “I hope.”
The City Lord stood and headed towards the door he came in from, gesturing for everyone else to follow him. Hale still stood in front of his seat, looking puzzled. “Why us? Don’t you have people to get information?”
“She’s protected from basic telepathy. Trying to pull information out of her will delete it, if it doesn’t kill her,” Stojan Tasi stated. “I need something different from the usual. I know you’ve done that, Hale, and your new friend here has quite the set of rumors swirling around him.” He paused and chuckled. “I think only someone who’s met Guildmaster Irene would know why being able to meet her eyes is impressive enough to be worth spreading as a rumor. I wasn’t sure I believed it, but it seems more likely now. Follow me.”
Advertisement
The City Lord led the group through the Council area, across the hall, and into an enclosed courtyard that led to the next building. “Don’t address me by name or title in front of the woman. I’d like to have the option to return her alive after this is over, if it’s helpful.”
Raz sounded shocked. “Knowing who you are means she can’t go back?”
Serenity could answer that one. “Raz, if we slip up and say who he is, she dies. The only reason he wants the option of keeping her alive is in case it helps the political situation. With what she’s done, he has no reason to keep her alive. She’s only alive for information and the chance to trade her for an advantage.”
Raz slowed down and seemed shocked. Serenity figured he’d better continue. “I expect he’d really rather kill her. She deserves it. Making thousands of people undead unwillingly? Even without the fact that it’s an attack on his city, she deserves destruction for that. I expect she’ll die if there isn’t a good reason not to kill her.”
The City Lord chuckled. “I’d put my priorities in a different order, but it’s not your city. I didn’t believe the rumors, but perhaps I should have. Either way, we’re here.”
It was simply a closed door. Serenity expected that there was magic on the door or the room or something to keep sound from getting out, but he didn’t have a way to confirm his suspicion.
Raz stopped. “I’ll stay outside.”
Serenity led the way into the room after the City Lord opened the door for him. Hale, Katya, and the City Lord followed.
The door Serenity entered by was the only door into the room, which was bare, unpadded stone. There were no furnishings, and the only person present was a short-haired woman sprawled on the floor. Her wrists and ankles were manacled, and a chain stretched from the manacles on her wrists to the manacles on her ankles. It was short; if she was able to walk at all, she’d have to be bent over. It would be a shuffle in any case, as the bands around her ankles had only a couple of inches of chain between them.
The woman’s face was swollen in places Serenity didn’t remember. It was possible he’d simply missed it; she hadn’t been his focus, after all, but he expected that someone had tried to beat information out of her. It obviously didn’t work, or the City Lord wouldn’t have brought them here to try.
“What’s your name?” It was a place to start. Any information he could get out of her would set a pattern and make it easier to get more. It was also easier to talk to someone if you had something to call them.
She slowly levered herself into a seated position before she responded defiantly, “I’m not telling anything to a dog of the Shining Caverns!”
Serenity smiled. At least she was talking. “You could at least say bird if you wanted to be insulting. Dog is simply inaccurate.” He spread his wings a bit, making sure his feathers showed despite his cloak. “I’m also not from the Shining Caverns. I do want to know what you were doing here.”
Serenity wasn’t sure what the best approach was, but if she’d been beaten already, she was likely to be defiant if he tried to intimidate her.
“Hah. There are four of you. At least one is from the city or will report to them. How else did you get in here?”
She was correct, but she was also talking too much. All he needed to do was convince her - somehow - that he was here to help her and she’d be willing to talk. The only people who would be here to help her would be people from the Necropolis, likely the people who sent her or other allies. It wasn’t likely that anyone else would come, unless someone hired mercenaries. But even in that case, someone from the Necropolis would probably-
That was it. Hale and Katya were mercenaries. All he needed to do was convince her that he or Stojan Tasi was from the Necropolis - probably Serenity, since he’d been talking - and that the other wasn’t a threat.
The only way he had to convince her that he was from the Necropolis was Death magic. That was what made the two cities so different, after all. The easiest obvious Death magic was necromancy, of course, which wasn’t a good option here; there wasn’t anything to raise and he didn’t need to get in that kind of trouble.
No, he’d have to do something he’d avoided thinking about ever since he unlocked his death Concept and received the notification.
Serenity smiled and started the bluff. “Me, someone who is like me, and two mercenaries? I don’t think so. None of us need to tell anyone in the Shining Caverns anything.” It wasn’t his fault that she was going to assume that “someone who is like me” was something other than “another dhampir,” and it also wasn’t his fault that they didn’t need to tell anyone because one of them was the City Lord.
Well, perhaps it was his fault.
Advertisement
- In Serial19 Chapters
Tethered
Noah Fel was a [Ritualist] for the Collegium. As a professor, his daily routine consisted largely of grading papers, writing apprentice recommendations, and helping to ensure that his students didn't blow themselves up. Truly, it was a rewarding job. Now though, displaced from his home in the after-effects of a ritual gone wrong, follow Fel on an inadvertent fantasy world adventure! Lands to travel, people to meet, and deaths to be had! Here you’ll find rituals, monsters, magic, a number of distractions, and more nervously written author’s notes than you can shake a stick at! A stand-alone brother story to Barkept Image of the book displayed in the Cover-Art by Noupload (Am I allowed to write author's notes in the Synopsis? Yeah why not- random thoughts, Go!) I've never done this before, but I've got this neat leather-bound notebook and a will to write, so let's have an adventure! If I do write something stupid, inconsistent, or strange, however... please do call me out on it?I love well-meaning corrections, they're one of the best ways I could improve! With all that out of the way, the author will sit here and transition into talking in the 3rd person while on break. It's the only time he's able to write. Don't worry, the work-break won't last long. Something is always sure to go wrong here at th
8 252 - In Serial36 Chapters
An Unwavering Craftsman
Given the hereditary nature of classes, everyone expects Damien—the child of two high-tiered adventurers—to be granted a high-tier combat class of his own. Expectations are betrayed, however, when Damien finds himself instead saddled with a crafting class of the lowest possible tier: [Neophyte Tailor]. Left practically crippled compared to those with better classes, Damien wants to avoid becoming a pawn in the machinations of the nobility, desiring only to grind his level in peace while wondering why the usual rules of inheritance were broken. Was it his desire to excel by his own effort, rather than an unearned blessing from a god? Did the Five take offence at his opinions on the unfairness of hereditary classes? Or maybe it was something to do with the alien voice that intruded on his ceremony? A voice that offers great power, and freedom from the tyranny of the Five, but that never names its price. This story is litRPG-lite. While the class someone possesses controls most of their lives, people don't get dinged at for every level they gain, nor can they see their status without undergoing a special ritual. The MC has no romantic interest. Crafting is merely a way to game the system, and doesn't feature heavily in the story, aside from a few descriptions on how they're carrying out the system abuse. There is, on one unfortunate occasion, maths. The pace is quick. This was a participant in the Spring 2022 writathon. (i.e. it was posted as-written at high speed. I may give it another editing pass in the future.)
8 186 - In Serial6 Chapters
Eternity
What is it like to live forever? Is it a blessing? To experience the world changing around you, unaffected by time? For Typhos Dillian, immortality is a curse. He had all the time in the world to learn new things, but instead he spends his time wishing to die. Haunted by ghosts of his long past, Typhos spends his days drinking, having sex, and attending his job as a barkeep. Worst of all, he keeps his powers locked away. He has seen the world change. What once was common, mana, is now a rare trait. Those with mana are heralded as either monsters or heroes, and Typhos wants no part of it. However, when something happens to one of his rare friends, Typhos might be forced to once more activate the terrible power that has been dormant inside of him for years. Note: If you do not like overpowered characters, leave now, he's quite old.
8 131 - In Serial8 Chapters
Azure Lineas: The Blue Line
Who watches the watchmen? Azure Lineas, The Blue Line, does. A technologically powered vigilante, Azure uses drones to protect the public from a police force who routinely uses deadly force against innocent citizens. The drone technology is quickly traced to a company run by Pierce Hawkins, a man made quadrapeligic years before by a stray police bullet in a shootout that killed an unarmed child. As the police and Azure escalate against each other, the public find themselves taking sides, and everyone asks, Who is Azure Lineas? And what line will The Blue Line not cross?The story is told in alternating first person from Azure Lineas' perspective, but in a way that does not give their identity away, and in third person, following a variety of people who's lives are impacted when the Line draws across their paths.
8 118 - In Serial39 Chapters
solangelo smut
as title says. smut. its gay. its solangelo. sometimes valdangelo. most of it will be omegaverse type with a demigod hole. some will have knotting in it. and some might just be short storys with no smut. i take requests if yall want and will happily do an oc for you.
8 272 - In Serial10 Chapters
Park Jimin's Roommate || Park Jimin fanfic
What would it be like as Park Jimin's roommate?
8 82

