Chapter 238: Filicide (Patreon)

Author's note:I'd like to say I missed Wednesday because I was out celebrating Christmas, but I was just sick...again. My wife went to a rave a couple weeks ago and made it everyone else's problem when she brought home the flu.We still love her though.And if I hadn't gotten sick, I would've been attending a christmas party with the family, so I guess I would've missed the chapter anyway.I still have a bit of a cough, but it was mild enough the last couple days to limp along at half speed and deliver a chapter today. I'm going to rest over the weekend and hopefully it'll be entirely cleared up by Monday. We'll see.

Enjoy! Vincent was old.

Most of his kind led brief, short lives before they were inevitably discovered and killed. He’d been wandering the upper Floors for decades, only surviving by acting with the utmost discretion…and yet here he was now, laying siege to a stronghold, making a spectacle of himself in a manner completely against his nature.

He was so old that his previous forms began to bleed together, creating accumulated knowledge, preferences…forming something of an…identity, as repulsive as the thought was.

In order to survive that long, he had to be highly aware of how hosts thought. What made them suspicious, what made them angry, what made them afraid, and what that fear would make them do.

In all that time where every waking moment was spent thinking about other’ people’s thoughts, he felt like he had gained a firm grasp on host psychology, something that was rather foreign to him. It had been learned through careful study and decades of exposure to their panicky animal behavior rather than something innate.

He felt Keeney kill himself, and he withdrew from the battle a moment to re-materialize the strategist.

“Is it done?”

“Yes, master. No less than thirty-three of their people have been turned to your side. With this, you can slowly infiltrate their-“

“Right, well done.” Vincent said, clapping the strategist on the shoulder before dismissing him. Through close questioning and repeated experiments, he’d learned that the fae re-experienced the pain of their first fiery death every time he dismissed them back to the other side.

He just didn’t care.

The plan proposed by the fae strategist was as such: infect a number of the Stronghold’s citizens while the Lord was distracted by Vincent and use them to gradually take over every single host within the Stronghold, until Zodiac was the sole remaining host.

Once the old man was isolated, wear him down and kill him.

This was a good plan, and Vincent believed it had a chance of working, with one small caveat.

None of the hosts in the Stronghold were actually powerful enough to corner Zodiac, no matter how many of them there worked together to accomplish it. And with newborns at the helm? Unlikely.

The old man had the telekinetic force to shuffle the islands like a deck of cards if he wanted to. No coalition of norworm-controlled hosts would be able to even get close. None of them had the faefire to cut through the man’s telekinesis, after all.

Vincent glanced over at his undead clashing against the illusionist’s figments and scowled.

There might be another host that could cause problems, actually.

Vincent knew the type. He’d been in a Party with an illusionist twenty years ago. Chasing the illusionist down without a plan would end with him chasing his own tail. He needed to disrupt the paradigm of their conflict so severely that the Illusionist’s head would spin.

A flustered illusionist was a dead illusionist.

Therefore, infecting every single host in the stronghold is not the play. Zodiac and his backup would write the city off as a loss and destroy it before fleeing.

Zodiac could easily smash the islands together and eliminate 99% of the infected in one move, and then he would no longer be bound to the Stronghold or it’s people.

A host with nothing to lose.

Vincent had seen it before.

Hmmm.

Vincent checked his Influence.

Influence: 357

Not much. Those vassals are probably slacking off because there’s no one watching them.

Once again, Vincent considered converting Kyle and the others into his progeny, but…He trusted his own kind less than he trusted the hosts. He didn’t trust the hosts at all, but they had limits. They had lines they wouldn’t cross, things that would never occur to them.

Vincent’s kind did not.

As long as the hosts had hope of being rescued, he could control them, but his children would immediately try to scatter to the wind, simply based on their instincts. Too much attention was being drawn to them, they were powerless in the center of a typhoon that could easily scour them from The Tower.

Whereas Kyle and the others thought there was still a chance they might live. So they kept their heads down.

Wish they would build Influence faster…the things I could do If I had more…That’s it.

All of these disparate thoughts revolving around panicky hosts and a desire to acquire more Influence crystalized into a single idea.

It might not have the ‘tried-and-true’ appeal of simply infesting the entire Stronghold like a good, traditional norworm, but it had a small chance of bringing Vincent everything he needed all at once. It was a very…’human’ plan.

It was uncomfortable.

It was unfamiliar.

It was something Zodiac wouldn’t see coming.

Vincent turned his attention back to the ongoing battle, where his undead were pressing the attack, warded off by the illusionist’s seemingly endless army.

Vincent raised his hand and motioned for the fae to listen.

“Buy me some time. I’m going to draft a letter.”

In their observation tower, Travis was confused and Zodiac was pacing back and forth, his expression ominous.

“What is this bastard plotting?” Zodiac muttered to himself.

They’d been fending off attack after attack for the last half hour. The necromancer had seemed like he had gotten enough of an upper hand to gain a foothold in the city, but each time he had pulled back before Zodiac was able to surround him with his telekinetic threads.

He was extra wary of Zodiac, despite having proven that he was able to cut through Zodiac’s spells with his faefire.

Probably right to be suspicious, Travis thought.

Zodiac had pulled out some gaudy kit from his vault and his telekinetic threads had started to feel…holier?

Did he swap out his rings to add Anti-undead properties to his attacks?

Travis wished he could see the threads like his illusions could. Because of some side-effect of being made of miasma, they were able to perceive spells in action.

He’d learned this because the first few generations of thinking illusions had figured out that this ability was not normal relatively quickly, and he’d been forced to modify their memories and perception of what was normal so that this didn’t lead to cascade failure in their mental state.

I wonder if I could replace an eye with an illusion and be able to see them. Not that Travis wanted to bet an eye on the off-chance that might work.

His illusions were currently harrying the seven undead and Vincent, performing a back-and-forth dance in midair as they gained and yielded ground without either achieving a significant advantage.

“I can keep this up for a couple days, but not forever, Lord Zodiac.” Travis said, unconsciously patting the pocket full of illusionary glass rods that kept his forces in fighting shape.

He’d finally beaten Will. He could make living Illusions that were stronger than the base creature they were representing, allowing him to create ‘people’ that were as strong as Climbers with Classes.

Whereas Will could only make Relics and cannonballs and stuff.

But this bastard necromancer was boosting the power of his undead to such an absurd degree that Travis’s Better than Real passive wasn’t keeping up.

Travis could make illusions barely strong enough to survive the 12th Floor. Above that…he would need to reach level 60 to upgrade Better than Real. This was only achievable on the 14th Floor. He would have to be carried through 2 Floors and possibly get killed on the off-chance that he might correct his Build.

It was one of the reasons he’d wallowed on the 10th Floor outside Will’s Stronghold. This necromancer though…he was using some kind of resistance scaling loop similar to Loth’s to make his undead – and himself – essentially impervious to physical damage.

And Travis’s mind-effecting abilities were doing jack-all, too. Necromancers were Focus-based Classes, so it was a bit like spitting in the ocean.

Zodiac stopped pacing and looked up at Travis.

“I’ll-“

Floor-wide Alert!

Travis Oilton has been spotted on Floor 11.

A Bounty For Travis Oilton, the level 56 Master Illusionist has been posted by the Lord Vincent Duncan.

Wanted, Dead.

Reasons given:  Fellow Climbers, you have been lied to.

Lord Zodiac has been infested by a Norworm. It is a vicious parasite from the upper Floors that controls human brains. He has bought the assistance of the illusionist to conceal the truth from you until it is too late.

As soon as I discovered the truth, Lord Zodiac placed a Bounty on me, but he couldn’t reveal the reason, because he didn’t want suspicion brought on him.

I have been desperately trying to reach you, but the worm has isolated you in underground shelters in order to infect you. I can feel through my Abilities that the shelter in Residential 1 is heavily infected already.

This is not the time to panic. You must fight your way out of the shelters before the worm comes for you. You must show your bonds of trust and faith, Your loyalty and strength as humans.

Please, do not attack each other. The worm thrives in chaos. Form an organized resistance. Stay together, support each other and reach me. Do not allow any of these horrible creatures to slink away into the darkness. I can tell who is infected through my life-detection Abilities.

Join me in the fight against this threat to humanity. Zodiac, the real Zodiac, would not want his legacy to be cast into darkness by worms.

You, Climbers of the 11th Floor, are Zodiac’s legacy.

Stand together against this unholy creature defiling Zodiac’s remains and preserve his dignity.

Godspeed.

Bounty: 10 Ivory Ten-pieces, 5000XP, to be shared among the party that claims the bounty.

The Tower will not provide Doors or XP to the subject of the bounty until the matter is resolved.

Travis finished reading a moment before Lord Zodiac, whose lips were moving as he read, eyes wide and twitching back and forth.

The white-haired old man’s face gradually reddened until it was a worrisome shade of purple.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Zodiac shouted, sprinting for the opposite edge of the observation tower, his long beard flowing over his shoulder as he ran. Zodiac reached the banister and peered down at the entrance to the shelter near the central pillar of the island.

A flood of Climbers spilled out of the doors, shoving each other in their haste to escape from the ‘deathtraps’ they’d been hiding in.

“Trust me a little more, you fools.” Zodiac growled.

“What was the point of that, besides causing chaos?” Travis asked.

“He’s taking hostages,” Zodiac said. “We can’t kill our own people if they’re not infected. And if they’re happily working for him, thinking that they’re saving the world…”

Zodiac shook his head.

“Diabolical. Never in my long years have I ever seen a norworm pursue the role of a hero.”

Travis glanced up and noticed that the battle that had been going on had seemingly moved beyond his sight, taking advantage of their temporary distraction to rapidly reposition himself.

“Fuck! He moved!”

“He’s going to residential one!” Zodiac shouted, lifting himself into the air and blasting away, a stream of air tugging on Travis’s robe.

“How do you know!?” Travis asked leaping into the air and riding a living current of air to keep pace with the old man, whose pure white mane was fluttering in the wind.

“Because that’s the move!” Zodiac shouted back.

Meanwhile, Vincent had already arrived at the entrance of the infected shelter, moments before the doors were thrown open.

A wave of disgusting animal panic washed over him, accompanied by the sounds of struggle, and the sight of people biting, clawing and scrambling over each other.

A flurry of accusations were lobbed against each other. some right, some wrong, some were even his own kind attempting to cast suspicion away from themselves.

I told them not to fight each other. I suppose it can’t be helped. I need to get this done fast before Zodiac arrives.

Zodiac would surely know what his next move would be. Just because the old man wouldn’t expect this move from a norworm didn’t mean he wouldn’t understand it. He was a host, after all.

“Calm down! I’m here to help!” Vincent shouted above their screams, using his enhanced Resistance to scream louder than any of them.

The mob paused just long enough to take notice of him.

He had only a few heartbeats to make an impression.

“Is there a healer in the crowd!?” Vincent asked.

A woman with a symbol of Andover raised her hand.

“Come here, quick!”

Vincent’s hand snaked out and grabbed an infected guard by the throat.

Norworms didn’t have psychic abilities, per se, but they instinctively knew who was infected and who wasn’t. Made it easier to avoid double-booking the same skull.

“Heal him with everything you have.” Vincent muttered.

“But the price…” The priestess said quietly.

“I’ll pay you with a Quest when I can, now heal him!” Vincent said, a bit of his impatience leaking into his tone. The host jerked, extending her palm towards the man’s skull, hand glowing with Andover’s healing.

“Wait, Fath-“ Vincent’s offspring began to speak, but Vincent cinched down on his windpipe so he couldn’t say anything foolish.

He used Necrotic balm to sharpen his finger into a scalpel and pierced the back of the guard’s skull.

He shaped his finger into grabbers, seized his newborn child and dragged it mewling into the harsh air. This was only possible because the norworm was a newborn, and Vincent knew exactly where it lay, but the effect on the crowd…

The surrounding hosts gasped in astonishment as the foot-long pale worm was pulled out of the man’s skull and into the air before it was tossed aside, writhing in pain in the dry air. It did not have lungs or skin, so it was suffocating as every single nerve screamed in pain.

Vincent crushed his own child underfoot. It was a merciful end to its suffering.

“Th-thank you!” The guard gasped, doubled over at Vincent’s feet. “My Lord!”

Vincent’s children began to sidle towards the edges of the crowd.

“Stay calm and don’t let anyone leave!” Vincent shouted, meeting Zodiac’s eyes as the furious old host arrived. “I’ll save every one of you from him!”