Abaddon's face darkened.
He was not unfamiliar with the three women. The Moirai, also called the Three Fates, were members of the Temple of Oracles. To be more precise, the Three Fates was a position as opposed to a permanent identity.
However, this was a secret of the Temple.
As far as subhuman and human races had known since the days of old, the Three Fates were three old women who decided the destiny of mortals with a thread.
The reality of the matter was much simpler. The Temple, like other powerful groups, assigned the role to the most suitable candidates. The chosen would serve for a thousand years before the mantle was passed on.
"Is the Temple planning on interfering with matters outside of Auspex?" Abaddon asked.
The three women did not respond right away. Aisling looked at them with some interest as she remained in Abaddon's arms. Their faces were covered in a white veil, but she could see a silhouette that indicated they were not as old and ugly as the ancient stories told.
"The Banshee belongs with us." The three Fates spoke as one.
Abaddon's arms subconsciously tightened his arms around Aisling. His irritation was obvious.
"Leave the Banshee with us." One of the Fates spoke.
"The threads of her destiny are intertwined with the fate of the word." Another one added.
"Her destiny must be fulfilled." The last one spoke.
Aisling frowned and tapped Abaddon's shoulder to indicate for him to put her on her feet. Even though she still felt dizzy, she was not too weak to stand. Abaddon frowned, but he complied. However, he kept an arm around her.
"What is my destiny?" Aisling asked with a subtle smile as she faced the women.
"The future is clouded."
"But the fog hides a destiny greater than imagined."
"This destiny must be fulfilled."
Aisling lifted her brow.
"So, you want me to come with you so that I can fulfil a destiny that you do not know?" She paused. "And if I am truly important to your Temple, why didn't you look for me before?"
Aisling could see that these people were up to something. Even if Abaddon did not warn her about the mercenary nature of the Temple of Oracles, she would not follow these women. They had their interests.
It was probably related to the purification of the hill.
Otherwise, if they had a genuine interest in her from the beginning, they would have looked for her along with or before Abaddon sent the Order for her. After all, they were the ones who gave Abaddon hints on finding her.
"Impudent!" One of the Fates materialised a wooden staff in her hand and hit the ground.
A crack appeared and split the ground and rushed towards Aisling.
Abaddon frowned and looked at the crack nearing them. Immediately, the crack stopped. Then, the crack widened and moved back towards the Moirai. When the three realised the situation, they rose in tandem into the air.
Abaddon lips stretched into a cold smile, and he started to lift his hand.
"I heard that the King became a pacifist. It seems the rumours are wrong." A female voice spoke out.
The sound seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. Aisling felt discomfited by the voice. It had a certain slippery quality.
"If I do not take action once in a while, people forget why I am a pacifist," Rex responded with a chill.
As he responded, a woman appeared on the hill. She was tall and curvaceous in her silky green dress. Also, she had distinctively narrow pupils and green irises. However, what stood out most to Aisling was a distinctively sweet scent that seemed to surround her.
"I apologise on behalf of my subordinates." Pythia bowed a little toward Rex.
Abaddon did not put too much meaning into that bow. He had sensed her presence before the Fates attacked. She had been watching to see his reaction. It was the reason he had lifted his hand as if to retaliate.
He did not need to do anything more than use a thought to deal with the Moirai. However, he had made to lift his hand because he knew Pythia could not watch. After all, it was said that once he lifted his hand, he would obliterate even the soul. She was a cold-hearted snake, but she had some affection for her people.
"What do you want?" Rex had an overbearing tone.
"The Banshee has the markings of a great diviner. There is no better place for her to learn the craft of divination than in the Temple of Oracles. She could reveal everything that surrounds the dark destiny we saw awaits Panthalassa." Pythia responded.
As the Oracle, Pythia had been a little interested when she had seen the young banshee drawing in the foul energy which had confounded the Temple into herself. However, what had made her pay real attention is the detection of her raw divining power.
At that moment, she seemed like someone who could hold the world in her hands.
She could not let such a person join forces with anyone other than the Temple of Oracles.
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Chương 36: Troublesome Banshee
Aisling stood on top of the hill alone. She tried to listen to the nature spirits, but even without Abaddon, she could not hear anything. Usually, nature spirits were abundant in places like undeveloped hills, especially ones with beautiful view.
However, even if she could not sense them, she wanted to clean the hill of the sinister energy.
Perhaps, they would come back later.
She knelt on the ground and placed her palms on the ground. Immediately, she sensed the baleful energy which had sunk into the soil. Her eyes became a little more serious.
She suspected that the maliciousness would not subside over time. Based on the current situation, the dark residues in the area would keep spreading and spreading until areas beyond the hill were affected.
With that realisation, she decided to do her best to eliminate the problem.
Aisling had not done this type of cleansing before because she had never faced a similar situation.
However, as long as death was involved, she could pull it into herself without fear. Since she had become a banshee, she had never been afraid of the air associated with death.
Even though there was something else mixed in, she was not afraid.
She pressed her palms on the ground and chanted softly to draw all energies that did not belong on the hill into her body. She could do it without a spell, but she was not certain that she would eliminate everything that way.
As she chanted, a chilly wind started to sweep over the hill. The chill was not like a physical cold. It was something visceral that touched the soul. The wind started softly like a breeze before picking up into a more violent gale.
The palms on the hard ground trembled a little as Aisling finished chanting. Black lines appeared below the skin of her hands before crawling up her arms and disappearing beneath her short-sleeved t-shirt. The flow of the dark death energy into her body was not exactly painful, but it felt so cold.
Before long, the whirlwind which had swept through the hill reached the top surrounded Aisling. At that moment, she was bombarded by the darkness which had lived on that hill.
Aisling remained calm even though she was in the heart of the sinister storm. Wave after wave of energy flowed into her until the hill became quiet.
In her inner mind, Aisling felt herself in the sky. She was not flying or floating. She was an observer, looking at the world.
The earth seems so peaceful and quiet in one moment. Then, she saw flashes of fire and blood, so much blood. There were sounds of pain and suffering everywhere around the world. She did not know how, but she could see the whole world fall.
She felt her body the overwhelming despair and the death, so much death.
It felt like the end of all.
She opened her silver glowing eyes and screamed.
The sound travelled from the little hill to the Temple of Oracles, across the rivers to Izanagi and even to the lively Phoenix.
Of course, the scream was not a simple sound. The scream had an indisputable psychic power that only some could sense.
To some, it was like a soft, annoying hum, but to others, the sound exploded in their skulls.
In a certain mansion in Phoenix, three demi-angels who were still drinking and being merry became alert when the sound reached them. Their power meant that the scream did not affect them, but they could still feel its power.
"Should we check that out?" Ariel asked the other two.
"Doesn't seem to be an attacker? And the sound is far away." Govad responded carelessly.
"Seems unnecessary," Samiel added.
His eyes betrayed nothing, but he suspected that it was the sound of a banshee. Even though he had never heard one, he could feel the power in that sound.
In other parts of the Panthalassa, demi-angels and other creatures of power, including those that were Sleeping in their 'caves' heard the scream. However, not many were interested in going to check it out.
When Aisling finished screaming, she felt weakened and out of power. She had her consciousness, but her body felt weak. She thought she would fall, but Abaddon appeared before her and caught her in his arms.
"You are a very troublesome banshee." He said before he lifted her. "We should leave before someone comes."
Aisling smiled a little, but she did not feel guilt.
Already, she could sense life energy returning to the hill. It would take some time for the true vitality to return to the hill, but the land was no longer contaminated.
It had not been a useless task.
She had accomplished her goal.
Moreover, she remembered what she had seen when the sinister death energy had filled her.
There was definitely something strange going on in Panthalassa, and it would doom the world.
Just as Abaddon was about to unfurl his wings and take to the sky, three women in white appeared on top of the hill.
"Banshee, come with us." They said in chorus.