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was torn from. Your adversary knows more about you than you will ever
know. He has watched you and studied you across many of your half-lives. I
know his heart. He will not return that which you seek."
"What will you do when I have left you, Trias?"
He looked out sadly to the fields of Carceri, at how close he had come to
victory, "I shall once again attempt to levy a host against the gates of
Paradise. They will not have me back, and there is no other purpose to my
existence."
"Trias, have you forgotten the face of your father?"
"What do you mean?"
"The Upper Planes are the home of justice, beauty, and goodness. They are
also home to forgiveness. Go home. Admit your error and beg forgiveness."
Trias opened his mouth for an angry retort... and paused, reflecting. He
bowed his head. "You speak convincing words, mortal, and their wisdom
pierces me. I shall seek the forgiveness of my fathers, and accept any
retribution they choose," he glanced at his blade lying on the stones, then
looked away. He would leave the past behind. With that he reached into the
folds of his robe and withdrew a scroll. "Take this, and farewell, mortal. If we
meet again, it is my hope that I will be redeemed."
Trias raised his arms then, and leaped off into the sky. Slowly he vanished in
the distance, winking like a star, until finally he vanished among the black
clouds of Carceri.
I blinked. They were not so black now.
The balcony rumbled beneath us, and we stumbled as everything shook. It
wasn't the damage I had done to the building, no... the entire city was
shuddering with new, fresh life. Pale gold-silver light flickered among the
clouds, and flashes of blue filtered through the red. The stuff that bound
Curst to its new home was stretching, snapping thread by thread. Curst was
shifting...
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