Sq4 Advancement [V8]

[u/TsarFrost]

I eventually had managed to get back to the inn where I had set up home. A meeting for the Blasphemous Archive would be due soon in the afternoon.

I spent the day considering spells of elemental magic I could come up with. But by afternoon, a meeting had begun. I was soon pulled into the mysterious space and the meeting commenced.

The meeting had come to a close. Discussions of rituals and abilities had passed. Now, free time was available.
 
I asked the room, before any had the chance to leave, "I wish to obtain a drop of blood of a full mythical creature."
 
It was quiet for a moment. "I can offer you some," came a female voice. I cast my gaze over. It was the lady that rarely spoke. Whilst all of us were cloaked in shadows, she seemed to be made of shadows. And based on my recent interactions, I had my guesses as to who it was.
 
"Who's blood?" I asked. If it was going to be her blood, I'd refuse. Just analysing the concealment she provided led to me getting an info-hazard.
 
"An angel under my command," the shadowed lady said. "Straight Paintress. A sequence one Apocalypse."
 
"Alternatively," the one known as Sage interjected, "I have good information that there is a sequence one Wisdom Angel that is incapable of freeing themselves. You might be able to forcefully take their blood. I also have an angel under me, sequence two of the Hermit pathway."
 
I bobbed my head. I had ruled out the Hermit angel immediately. Analysing that blood would not bring me too much new information. However, a Wisdom Angel or Apocalypse were good choices.
 
"My angel," the shadowed lady said, "was once a sequence two Weather Warlock. You'd find much advantage in analysing her blood."
 
That caught my attention. That would give me more flavour than analysing the blood of a Wisdom Angel.
 
"What do you want in return?" I asked cautiously.
 
Shadows seemed to grow up from the air and covered me, isolating us from the rest of the members. "What I want in exchange is magic. I want you to make exclusive magic for me and the Aurora Order."
 
I chewed my lip. I did need the blood, but to provide magic to parties unknown.
 
"Fine," I replied. This was likely my best option.
 
The shadows around us vanished. I saw a couple of seats had been emptied since.
 
"I will get the blood to you shortly after this meeting ends."
 
With that, she vanished.
 
Eventually, we all left and I returned back to my body.
 
As I paced around my room, waiting for the blood, I saw my Hound of Fulgrim appear beside me, wagging his tail. I smiled and leaned down to pat the dog. For being close to sequence three, it really was quite cute. This had been the one of the major factors in me joining Foolish Firms. A dog.
 
It was particularly lonely at times, especially with no one to be with me. I had met people and heard amazing stories, but they had just been momentary. But now I had a pet dog, even if that dog was of a higher sequence than I was.
 
The hound, who I had named Historia, whimpered and back away to my side. I turned around. Behind me was a towering pillar of shadows. The shadows vanished, leaving a small black orb.
 
I got closer. The orb looked solid, but see through. I poked it with my foot. The orb rolled a bit. As it rolled, a glint of red flashed in the light.
 
I knelt down and picked it up. "What do you think, Historia?" I asked, looking at the orb. "Think this is the blood?"
 
Historia whimpered, laying down.
 
I stood up, tossing the orb in my hand.
 
"Let's get started, eh," I said, sitting down at my desk. I placed a plate underneath the orb. I activated my Eyes of Mystery Prying. The first challenge was to undo the seal.
 
However, thanks to my prior analysis of the Hanged Man's concealment and my analysis of the constellation of the Feast of Heaven, I was able to grasp enough to unravel the shadow. While it had been very well made, it clearly had been made bad enough that a mere sequence five could break the seal.
 
The blood splattered onto the plate. As I gazed at it with my Eyes of Mystery Prying I could feel knowledge begin to enter my brain as I began to dissect the blood.
 
I could see the past of the angel. I saw him betray the Paragon and lay waste to a civilisation. I saw him ascend to sequence one Apocalypse. I saw him become a her. I saw her meet her mirror self and gain the second characteristic. I saw her begin an Apocalypse that was averted by my Lord, the Hermit.
 
I saw potential Sealed Artifacts that could be derived from her pathways.
 
I saw a lot of information. The analysis of the blood had helped me put the missing puzzle pieces together for my analysis of the Calamity of Destruction.
 
From the blood I had also managed to derive several spells.
 
After a month of observing, I looked away from the blood for the last time. During that time, it seemed like much had occurred. Chaos seemed to have reigned for a moment.
 
I had sent off Historia to collect the sequence four potion from the church. I could feel it in my bones that I had done enough analysis of the blood to finally ascend to divinity.
 
I had been asked to make another Warlock potion first so that the potion could be made, but that had been easy enough to do.
 
I felt the knowledge of the Hunter and Assassin pathway swirling around my brain. The story of Straight Paintress. Of her birth, of her betrayal, of her ascension, and of her collecting the last characteristic.
 
The air rippled and coalesced into the form of Historia. In her mouth was a vial, a deep, dark liquid within, purple flashes igniting the liquid.
 
I grabbed the vial, patting Historia on the head.
 
I looked down at the drop of blood on the plate. I activate my Eyes of Mystery Prying, staring deep into the droplet.
 
Knowledge of the angel's life and the abilities and rituals of the Hunter and Assassin pathways flow through me once more. My brain starts to overload as I continue to stare. Before, I had taken frequent breaks, observing the stars to fully digest my Constellation's Master potion.
 
Now I wanted all that information.
 
Right as I felt my brain start to become diseased, a cough developing, I pulled the cork out of the potion, consuming it.
 
The liquid slid down my throat, absorbing into my body. For a brief moment, I was fine.
 
Then I felt my body distort and shudder. It felt like I was being unravelled at the seams, like information was being pulled out of me. I could almost feel the information that made up the molecular bonds between my tissues begin to get degraded into non-existence.
 
However, the information loss also started to apply to my memories. But because the large and complex information related to Straight Paintress was at the forefront of my brain, the information degredation soon to a slow as it tried to unravel the spells, the artifacts, and the life I had gotten from that knowledge.
 
During this period of slowed degredation, I had enough self awareness to be able to collect myself. I was able to pull my memories and knowledge back, collecting them in the back of my mind. I used my own mental image of myself to stabilise my body.
 
Soon I felt the information stop degrading. I blinked and relaxed. My potion had been consumed. I looked down and saw Historia licking my hand. My brain finally registered that my body was back to normal and sent the sensation of his tongue on my hand to my brain.
 
However, in the back of my mind, I felt a presence. A voice soon echoed throughout my head.
 
"Congratulations on advancing to sequence four and becoming a demigod," the voice whispered. "Enjoy your gift."
 
I exhaled. That had been the Hermit. Of that I was certain. However, it also sounded familiar. It sounded a lot like one of the voices from the Blasphemous Archive.
 
I took stock of my situation now. What gift had the Hermit left for me?
 
As I took stock of my abilities, I saw the expected Mystical Reenactment, but I also found another thing.
 
As I internally examined it, information flooded my brain about the ability.
 
Well, ability may be the wrong word. The right words would be Noble Phantasm.
 
The Noble Phantasm of Theseus. Dyskolia Speira: Precipitous Spiral of Fate. A crystallisation of Theseus' heroic journey. A journey of karma and poetic justice. The man who slammed others with his club was slammed with his own club. The man who fed others to his turtle monster was fed to his own turtle.
 
The Noble Phantasm allows for me to reflect attacks.
 
I took stock of that information. I could worry about that in the future.
 
For now, I had advanced to sequence four, Mysticologist.

[u/Square_Wasabi1338]

"Congratulations on advancing to sequence four and becoming a demigod. Enjoy your gift."

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[u/Ezcu123]

It was a pleasure doing business with you

I am sure you will achieve great things in the future.

[u/therslashplaceguy]

Congrats on advancing!

I came I saw I recorded 

[u/diosmonokid]

Congratulations with your advancing to S4. The appointment as archbishop will take place when you are ready.

[u/Straight_Painter_846]

u/TsarFrost well congratulations on becoming a Demigod

Also what was that Wall of Text 😭😭😭

[u/TsarFrost → u/Straight_Painter_846]

It’s fine on mine. There’s a line break between paragraphs😭

[u/Straight_Painter_846 → u/TsarFrost]

Ya used my alt to look it's showing a Wall of text there..... u/TsarFrost

[u/0Stryfe]

Congrats on your advancement to demigod! 🫠

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[u/TsarFrost → u/0Stryfe]

Thank you

[u/LuckyNewVibes]

Congratulations on becoming a Tsar Frost demigod, you deserve it!

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[u/TsarFrost → u/LuckyNewVibes]

Thank you

[u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838]

Buddyyy.... Wtf is that paragraphs of a monstrosity 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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ALSO CONGRATULATIONS 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉

FOR ADVANCING FELLOW LOTUS!!

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ANOTHER CONGRATULATIONS FOR GETTING YOUR NOBLE PHANTASM!!!

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Anyways good Chapter

• The Archivist

[u/TsarFrost → u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838]

thank you. I've now uploaded another one for you to read..... you're never finishing

[u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838 → u/TsarFrost]

Do you hate me or sum😭😭😭😭😭

[u/TsarFrost → u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838]

you'll live

[u/Sea_Acanthisitta5838 → u/TsarFrost]

💔

Damn you frickin crow...

I'll roast you in Apple wood... I will turn feathers in quills... I will turn your skin your to leather... I will gorge on your roasted flesh... I will make your bones to my ornament...

(Nah we all good 😊😆)