Chapter 1: Chapter: 01 A White Veil in the Dark Aisle

She went down the stairs for the thousandth time. Nothing had changed. Even the souls that spat through the deepest corridors of hell had grown accustomed to the sight of her and partially clawed at her clothes. The steps that had the length of eternity ended, and she entered a long, straight corridor.
Cries of long-dead children rasped through the white mist that seemed to claw desperately at the walls. A dress whiter than the fog itself followed the silent footsteps. Like a veil of soul, it pulled everything that yearned for warmth behind it. Her white hair was wrapped around her body, and her eyes were closed. Few knew why, but she disliked it when people stared into her eyes.

If only her machine would find something for once. Centuries had passed, and her creation had not even achieved a result. Her friend deserved a happy ending. She had given everything to make it possible for her, but it was not enough.

She would love to spend the whole day doing research. Investigate other worlds for high-energy signatures. She was so close, she knew it, but the Supreme Authority would personally drag her up the stairs if she missed work for too long, even though she was rotting on her own skin.

Small white spiders with red eyes clanked across the corridors and transported boxes of the utmost importance, tied together with spider threads of the highest quality. They stored a lot of them in the lower corridors., but only a few of the boxes belonged to her. The spiders paused to give her a respectful bow as they passed. Red eyes sparkled in the dark hallway from the little light cast by torches. In every single glance, she saw the rays of joy. She hadn't been down here in a while. Her children rejoiced; it was time to take a day off and spend it with her family.

The slow steps shooed the swathes of lost souls before them. The restless spirits had been lost in the catacombs for far too long. Perhaps it was time to lead them back to the right path. The screaming and howling made the whole lower wing tremble and disturbed her research.

With her delicate fingers, she stroked the frosty iron from which light steam emanated. Her pale hands, white as bones, finally pressed against the heavy iron. Loud and ominous creaks filled the door, scaring the souls away from their surroundings. Finally, her much-desired silence had returned. A slight grin peaked over her lips as the deathly silence enveloped her body.

Behind the door, a construct revealed itself, so abstract that one could not describe it. It was white and black. Squares, circles, and other shapes circulated it, rigid as death and pulsating as if it were alive. With a loud bang, the door slammed into the iron, kicking up dust that had plagued the premises for years. With light steps, she walked to the center of the room and stopped in front of a display.

"Numbers?" she asked gingerly, surprised by the event. "After all this time, it actually found something?"

She tapped the air, and the structure vibrated in response. With a squeak of tainted joints, it slowly began to move. Cubes, spheres, and abstract shapes arranged themselves in a constellation. A red light came from the center and projected numbers again. Her eyes were closed. The red numbers reflected off the sweat on her eyelids.

"No doubt...". Her lips pressed together and formed the first happy smile in years. "After all these years, I finally found something."

Her hand circled through the air, and the machine accelerated explosively. Lightning crackled, and blue lines formed in front of her face. Her fingers, elegant as a dancer, weaved through the threads as pure as the sky. The pure blue joined more and more red threads that clung like parasites to the strands of destiny. From all points of the compass, the threads laid themselves against the lines, and black dots formed at the knots.

"Mhhh, unfortunate." Her hands stopped, and she massaged her forehead. Some red threads were rotting, and she had no choice but to separate them. "That I also have to abide by the rules..."

She tried again to weave the threads inside the blue lines. But they rotted each time. The hair wrapped around her body secured her dress and wiggled vigorously around her waist. Each of her attempts failed. She was not allowed to participate in the game herself; only a copy of her existence would get permission.

Direct travel was not possible either. The place was so far away that even she could not imagine it.

She wandered around the machine, wondering if she was making some mistake until her eyes caught on a portrait. For a brief moment, she opened her eyes. A woman with black hair and a cape of eight stripes stood on the shelf. Framed in a noble painting

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"It doesn't help, I guess." She polished the glass with the sleeve and turned to her display again. "However, nothing should stop me from throwing more candidates into the pot. The more energy, the better for me."

She continued to weave threads of different colors and numbers. Sweat ran down her chin; several hours had already passed, and the croaking scream whispered again in her ear while she wove the last segments into the magic rune.

It was high time to shoo the souls out of the cellar; with this noise, it was almost impossible to work. But she eventually finished her construction. It had a complexity that probably none of her colleagues would even begin to understand. She juggled a black sphere, which contained an enormous space of four levels, between her fingers and placed it on the horizon. It was the place where she was born. And damn it, would she use it. It was the site of her most important battle, in which her friend also took part.

"I don't think I can cheat more advantages into the game. The spatial construct is already extremely unstable. But in this place, even the most powerful warriors should fall. Because this will be my absolute domain," she hummed to herself happily. She stroked the threads that had cracked under her touch one last time and went to the other display. With a few commands, everything slid into the construct. The cubes, spheres, and other objects that fell around the center offered no resistance.

After 10 minutes, the lines reached the center and fell into place. The circling objects slowed down with each revolution and transformed into circular objects. Like magnifying glasses, the strands flowed through the opening and got amplified from the other side before being projected into the machine's center. Now all that was missing was her personal data, which she wanted to send into the distance.

She undid the long braid that held her dress and elegantly slipped out of her clothes, which hung over the back of a chair. Exposed, she stood in front of the machine and gave the last start command.

A white beam flashed from a side hatch and hit her directly in the chest. Tingling, it crept over her white skin and made her hair stand on end. Like a film, it settled over her and carefully began scanning her body. It would be easy to stop the process, but it was essential for her plans. Information flowed back into the machine via the cable. Her muscles tensed as the magic formula crept into the pores and studied the body from the inside. Deeper and deeper, it followed the blood banks until it finally met and embraced her soul.

The process took only a few minutes before the data light cable flickered and was pulled back into the machinery. Her body, drenched in sweat, glistened under the blue light of the strands now projected without deviation from the opposite side.

She shook and writhed. "It felt like a snail was crawling over my body."

She wiped the water with a towel laid out before slipping back into her dress and swinging her braid around her chest and waist to hold the dress in place. One last time, she looked at the machine, giving final instructions and directions. It would be some time before she received the first piece of information. She opened the heavy door and left the room. She had made all the preparations; the rest had to be done by her other self. But she had confidence. She had always accomplished what she had set out to do.

She had no idea how much time would pass before her copy sent the first answer, but time was not pressing. For the first time in hundreds of years, she could focus on the work given to her by the highest Authority.

'Let the war begin.'

Then, with a loud crash, the heavy door shut.

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