Chapter 40: Chapter Sixteen: The Testament of Lady Karakahl, Archangel of Godcity

To say I was nervous was perhaps an understatement, after all stopping an execution was no simple task. My mind was a simple little blade of wheatweed, thrown about by a mighty maelstrom of worry and guilt. The plan was ludicrous, absolutely insane, but it was Vox's plan, and so I knew it would succeed.  Or at least I thought it would, as he had never failed me before. No, my faith in him was as unmovable as a mountain beset by a mighty wind, standing resolute, unshakeable. So then, why could I not stop pacing?

"Kara, relax, I can give you another massage if that would help?" my adorable prophet friend offered.

Shaking my head, I stopped and stamped my foot rhythmically, "it will be fine, I will be fine, they will be fine," I reassured myself. Of course, they would be fine, Shana is strong and capable, Reli is surprisingly resilient, and Josie is ever the resourceful one. I sent my a-team, the best of the best. Only Vox, Dario and I would have any better results. Oh of course I should have went myself. I shouldn't have stayed in my comfy little brothel. I should have been out there rescuing my poor sweet Naonao myself! 

Vox placed their hands on my shoulders and leaned their head against my back, "I have been to many worlds, and I've seen lotsa different warriors, mages, adventurers and the sort, and I have never been more confident in anyone than I have in those three." 

I turned to face him, placing my hand on his and looked him in his gentle eyes, "oh sweetie, you are a terrible liar."

He giggled and kissed my cheek, "The plan will probably go off the rails, but I still believe they will pull through," he winked at me, then began to pace around the room himself. He kicked his legs high as he walked, while humming playfully, it was honestly adorable. He had always been a bit of a cutie, but something about him this time was different.

"Vox, love, you've changed so much, what exactly has happened since we last met?" I asked him as I took a seat on my mattress.

His violet eyes lit up bright, and he hopped over to me, "you wanna hear my story?" He normally did not share too much about the other worlds, just a few sparse details here and there, enough to really drum up my curiosity. I nodded, and he smiled a cute little smile, "okie, I'll tell you," he paused a moment then continued with a giggle, "I met a couple of girls."

"Oh? Is my little Voxie in love?" I teased him.

"Yes, but no, that's not what I meant," he shook his head, "these girls are different from other girls you see, they're special."

I smiled and laughed a sweet yet dry laugh, "aren't all the girls you fall in love with special, dear?"

Putting his hand to his chin, he tried to form the right words, "I told you I came from the void, right?"

"Yes, you did mention something along those lines," I recalled his explanation, "you said it was a place of empty nothingness, a place even the Goddess of creation fears."

"Mhm, mhm," he nodded enthusiastically, "you remembered!"

"Of course, love, I could never forget such an interesting story."

Clearing his throat he continued his explanation, "So, I wasn't always from the void. I was once a real person."

"And you are not a real person now?" I questioned him.

"I was a thing, though I have started seeing myself as real," he nodded, this of course explaining why he used to have me call him 'it' and now accepted me calling him 'he'. 

"So, then you were a person, then a thing, and now you are a person again?" I was perhaps just a little confused.

"Sort of, I was a person, or a piece of that person, then something happened to that person, and I got lost in the void. Then the Goddess called me out of the void because she heard my voice, and I became a thing." It was a fascinating story, but I admittedly was unsure I understood at the time. Still, I simply nodded and let him continue, "so I met these girls some time since I was here last, and they were also once a part of that person I was."

"Oh, so these girls are like a part of you?" That was not where I had thought he was going with it, "does that make them like your sisters or something?"

Shaking his head he corrected me, "Alters, we are different people who came from the same mind," and yes, I was absolutely lost by this point, "well meeting them helped me find out who I truly was, and so now I am just trying to be true to that person."

"That is absolutely wonderful love," I may not have fully understood, but I could see that he was happy, and that is all that mattered to me, "I am quite happy for you, and I certainly won't be complaining if you continue to grow into an adorable person like you are now."

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He giggled and kissed my cheek again, "I am gonna continue to grow as a person, and yea, I wanna grow in my cuteness too." His manner of speech was so different, that honestly it was hard to think that he was the same prophet I had met so many years agon, but it was him. His soul was the same, and honestly that's all I cared about. 

My little Voxie's story was enough to distract me for a while, and while I wanted to know more about him, I did not press for anything he wasn't willing to tell me. I simply laid myself down and enjoyed a moment of clarity as my mind was distracted from worry. 

"But yeah, if the Shana in this world is as skilled as the Shana in that world, then it won't be a problem that she's gonna be fighting Salem."

Worry flooded back into my brain as if a great dam had burst, allowing a tidal wave of 'they're all going to die' type thoughts carry me away in a great deluge. "Salem! Salem MacArthur? Vox, Vox... Vox Vox!" I panicked, "Vox, why did you not tell me that the Queenslayer himself would be at the execution?"

"It wasn't really a big deal, I thought," he shrugged, "I believe Shana and the others can handle it."

I looked at him, my lips trembling with anger, worry, and regret, "Vox, we are talking about Salem MacArthur, the famed killer of the Witch Queen, and you think that my precious little Shana can defeat him?"

He nodded, "I dunno, not defeat him per say, but like she'll definitely be able to handle him, I'm sure."

"You're a prophet Vox, please tell me this is your prophecy, that she will defeat him, and they will all make it out alive?" I begged him.

"You know that's not the kinda prophet I am, Kara, I can't predict the future, I'm just a messenger boy for the Goddess," I knew that, but I wanted so so badly for him to be able to tell me without any shadow of doubt, that my girls would live.

Without wasting another moment lounging lazily about, I sprung to my feet and retrieved a bladed fan that hung on my wall. I then grabbed a sack and began to fill it with all sorts of things that I'd believe to be useful.

"Kara, what are you doing? You're kinda worrying me," he asked, his voice shaky.

"Come now Vox, we are leaving for the second circle Immediately," I walked to the door, while gesturing for him to follow.

In some silly little cosmic twist of fate, I was greeted at the door by Dario, who had been panting while sweating profusely.

"Dario, love, I need you to prepare my train," I directed him.

"Lady Kara," he said out of breath, "we received a telegraph from Delun, it is quite urgent."

"Delun, is it about the mission, are my girls safe?"

"Yes, and also no," he struggled to catch his breath, "the city is under lockdown, no trains in or out."

Of course, they foiled a witch's execution, how could I ever believe anything else to happen. It was problematic for certain, but at the very least they were alive. My worries were somewhat alleviated, though it seemed as if Dario had more to say.

"He also says that he has info on a special package the church is transporting from outside the first circle."

"Outside the first circle? What could possibly be..." I began to question, before a spark of realization brightened my tune, "the facility in Patmos, then could it be?" I turned to Vox, his smile telling me everything I needed to know. "At last, it is time, it is time!" Every little shred of worry and doubt that plagued me was dwarfed by this news. "Oh, Voxie poo, I could kiss you!"

"I'm not stopping you," he giggled, "but maybe we should wait to celebrate till the girls come home."

I shook my head and flung the bag I had prepared over my shoulder, "Come home? No, my love, we will be joining them shortly." 

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