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The Beckoners
.:The Bussness of Change:.
Far from the mortal plane a lone deity sat working on one of countless plans he had in motion, some big, some small but all important to the destructive god. Many would wonder how it was Laat'AlOfan was able to take care of his task with such little assistance, few would ever learn.
After putting the finishing touches in place for the small occurrence he had been working on he would turn to the side and double check the letter he had written up. It was a simple message a request to meet when the recipient had ample time to spare, it would go on to explain that the letter it's self would grant the bearer access to his domain and that the invitation had no expiration.
With a nod to himself Laat would place the letter in a blank envelope and with a simple flick send it off to its intended recipient; one of the Beckoners of Beacon. The one who wore an angelic visage and had originally offered to deal with Laat and his chosen. With that matter taken care of all that there was to do in regards to that matter was wait, and in the meantime continue his endless task.
A great light shone upon Laat's domain as a heavenly parade of Beckoners arrived, blowing trumpets of glory and plucking strings of harmony on their harps. The angelic Beckoner floated up from among them.
"God of Cycles, we have answered your calling. Those who seek it shall find it; the light of Beacon reaches all, even those lost in the darkness." Two other Beckoners lifted up the envelope. "The holy pact we have together bound to the chosen has further brought benevolence and prosperity to mankind, as we have preordained."
The destructive god paid little attention to the holy congregation that appeared within his realm at first, his attention focused upon a small pale blue speck, but turned to face them as his intended guest began singing praise of the deal that had been made only a short time ago.
"Indeed, Your Seraph And My Champion Have Done Fair Work In the Short Time That Has Passed"
Came Laat’s amicable reply his domain shifting as he spoke, changing its self so that when he stood from his task he could stand eye to eye with the one he invited here
“But It Is Your Other Goals, Beckoner, That I Sought To Speak With You About”
Turning to stand his seat and work bench sublimated away
“You Are Seeking A Goal I Have Been Working Towards For A Long Time, If My Champion Heard True, Change Within Beacon. If You Would Permit Me Asking I Would Like To Know What Changes You Are Seeking To Bring Forth.”
"As expected of one embodying metamorphosis, you understand the importance of the ability to see things in a new light," the Beckoner answered, and played a somber tune on a harp. "Since ages past, we of Beacon have kept watch over mankind, and stood vigilant against the encroaching darkness that would consume it, entrusting our chosen to be shields of peace, and swords of mercy." The Beckoner then struck a sharp chord.
"But a shield cannot protect peace if it is pierced, and a sword cannot give mercy to those who ask for it. Mankind no longer has the faith in Beacon it once had. Their belief has weakened, and so has our power. If we stay to the old ways, mankind's fate will be one of perdition."
The Beckoner then played a hopeful tune. "But there is hope, for Beacon shall have a reformation. For the longest time, we were ignorant of the plight of unfortunate souls who have lost their way. They are different, but they can open their hearts, and accept Beacon's light. Those who realize they are monsters, who want to be saved...They are not monsters, but stray sheep. As shepherds of mankind, we shall also accept them into our flock. Thus we will save mankind; not with hate, but with love."
"More Than You Might Suspect Beckoner"
Laat chuckled briefly at the Beckoners words
“After All There Is A Reason I Have Kept My Station For As Long As I Have”
He added before casting his gaze off to one of the vast nebula’s that covered the horizons of his plane contemplating the Beckoner’s words as he did so.
“Your Order“
Laat Started after several moments of silence
“Many Within It Shall Not Easily Be swayed From their Current Positions. Stagnation Has Settled Within The Foundation of Beacon And It Has Been There Since Your Order First Encountered Me. The Changes You Are Hoping For Will Result In Beacon Splintering Long Before Your Reformations Can Take Place.”
The god held up a hand as he spoke to forestall any potential arguments the Beckoners might have levied at him
“I Have Seen It Happen Countless Times, That Is The Price Of Such A Change After Such A Time,”
AlOfan’s gaze returned to the small gathering of Beckoners that had answered his invitation, the weight of his scrutiny unmistakable as it slid across them all
“I Would Ask How I Can Be Of Assistance, For A Change Such As This Is One I Would Be Willing To Give My Blessing, For I Would Vastly Prefer To Help This Change Prosper Than Let It Fall To The Wayside.”
The Beckoners nodded at Laat's words, fully aware of the consequences. "A schism will form, and the faith of many shall be tested, but in the end, justice and virtue shall prevail over the sinful indulgences in hypocrisy and pride." Then, the brilliant-winged congregation looked at Laat, then each other, and in unison they nodded before turning back to the god. "We would be honored to have the God of Cycles stand with us when we nail our theses on the door to the future," one of the other Beckoners, a winged bear cub, said reverently.
"We ask you to keep your holy pact with only us, the pure-hearted, and to forsake the sinners who would keep to the path of ruination. To that end, we shall also request that your chosen lends their strength, and protect our chosen if the sinners were to resist reformation."
“Your Seraph Is Already Under My Champions Protection And I Shall Have No issue Striking At those Who Seek To Deny Change Its Due. It Is, However, Anathema To My Task To Help Much Beyond That, To Help Stabilize, But I Shall Lend What Aid I Can To Make Sure You Can Reach That Stage Of Your Goal. After Which, Your Order Shall Have No Issues From Me Unless Stagnation Begins To Seep In Once Again.”
The God Replied, satisfaction evident in his voice as he spoke, his domain slowly swirling at the grand change that they were discussing.
“In Return I Must Ask That If My Champion Seeks Purification From You She Is Turned Away, Her Status And Both Human And Monster Is A Necessary Sacrifice Of My Station, Thus I Must Interfere With Any Attempt To Upset That Facet Of Her. I Can Pledge To You That If She Ever Truly Losses Her Humanity Completely I Shall Strike Her Down Myself, But Until That Point I Shall Protect What is Mine.”
He added firmly his true size echoing out for a moment as he spoke, emphasizing the seriousness of his request.
He stayed Silent for a moment, to let his guests think over his request before he continued
“So Long As You Accept That, Then We Have An Accord. Mine and My Champions Assistance Towards Your Change And In Return My Champion Shall Be Exempt From Your Purification's”
He summarized, before tilting his head to the side
“Unless There Is More You Wish To Add”
The Beckoners did not think long on their reply. "So shall it be willed. Your chosen shall be the knight who rides us to the Promised Land." A mass of Beckoners offered a giant golden grail filled with wine to Laat. "Let us join together in communion, and pray for the souls of those who would oppose change. Let their darkened eyes be illuminated by Beacon's new light." The Beckoners all took a sip of their own, smaller grails, and then disappeared, their rite having ended.
Laat raised his glass in toast but did not drink from the cup, not out of disrespect, it's simply impossible to drink when doesn’t have a mouth. It would be a few moments after the Beckoners left before Laat would once again move. Pouring the wine from the goblet he would place it on the far corner of his workstation.
"Now, Let's See If I Can Make Any Head Way On Them As Well..."
He would say softly to himself as he returned to his never ending Task.