Re: Timeless Apocalypse-Chapter 70: Apple Pie

Uriel chuckled, then carefully slotted the dark train of thought he’d been having away.

"Oh, who cares." He sighed. "Let’s just enjoy what’s left of my time."

He arrived in front of Ayah’s house.

Entering and closing the door behind him, he released a groan of relief, finally removing the veils and hood draped over him.

He stored his scholar set away and put on his usual loose grey clothes, those given to him by the inhumans on the first day.

Pulling his long hair into a tail, he headed to the kitchen, grimacing as he remembered there were no leftovers to eat.

Originally, after going to the shop, they’d planned to eat at the Scarlet Lagoon. Evidently, such a plan had fallen into the water, and his mental state didn’t seem to be the best.

So, he cooked.

"Hm." He flipped through one of Ayah’s cookbooks, an apron adorning him. "I’m not really craving meat at the moment, nor am I in the mood for anything truly healthy."

He landed on a page showing a beautiful apple pie, one with strange runes etched into its surface, supposedly infusing the taste of ’fogs’ into the dish itself. There were also a couple of ice screams served alongside it.

His eyes glimmered, and a smile adorned his face.

...

Hours later, the exhausted duo returned home, tip-toeing as they closed the door behind them, expecting Uriel to be asleep.

But to their surprise, upon entering the living room, they found him sitting at the counter table, eating in silence as he flipped through the rest of the cookbook with one hand and ate with the other.

Behind him, a small spell circle could be seen, from which a soft and almost neutral tune played, perfectly complementing the sweet smell that filled the room and the fresh air breezing through the open windows.

Noticing their presence, he turned to them. "Oh, hey."

He smiled. "You guys came back quickly. Everything went alright, I suppose?"

"Mhm." Enoch nodded, then walked into the kitchen, salivating as he saw the still freshly baked, warm apple pie.

Without ceremony, he took it out, scooping up two plates in the process and serving them. "Where’s the ice cream?"

Uriel eyed him, then shook his head. "Bottom left cabinet."

Enoch nodded in thanks.

Ayah walked over and sat on a chair next to Uriel, looking at him intently, almost too worried for her own sake. "Are you alright?"

Uriel pulled one of the plates Enoch had served and pushed it toward her. "Eat."

Her mouth opened to refute him and ask her question again, but he shook his head, lightly patting her shoulder.

"Eat. It’ll make you feel better."

She sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. Turning to her plate, she dug in. The taste and sweetness pleasantly surprised her.

"Did you guys get everything we needed?"

Enoch nodded, his mouth still full of pie.

He flipped a palm over, and his abode mark flashed. From thin air, piles of items appeared.

There were quite a few dark grey stones, and an almost ridiculous amount of eggs of all colors and sizes, as well as stacks of thick books and weapons of all kinds.

Enoch swallowed. "We got all the martial and arcane manuals you asked for. For some reason, they were on sale, so we got much more than needed."

Uriel smiled, pleased.

Not only would this help him fix many of the flaws in his magical foundation and theory, he’d finally begin working toward shoring up one of his biggest weaknesses: close- and mid-distance combat.

"I also managed to find this—" Enoch said, pulling a long glaive from the pile.

Its pole was made of long, cold, light-silver steel, the knob at its end shaped like a roaring dragon, the length of the shaft covered in glowing white runes.

At the end sat a long, sharp blade, its blunt side hugged by a slithering golden serpent, the edge itself a radiant dark gold.

The pole was thick and long, easily taller than both Ayah and Uriel—who were already taller than most—and the weapon simply looked heavy, the air around it almost strained.

It was a beautiful weapon.

"—and this."

His other hand pulled up a set of chains bound to exactly ten rings, the chains a dark onyx and the rings a radiant ivory, silver jewels embedded within each.

It, too, was beautiful.

Uriel smiled.

"They’re diamond-grade growth weapons you can bind to your core, and apparently they’re quite special," Enoch noted with a tinge of envy. "These bad boys cost two hundred thousand crystals from your budget."

"They were originally in the millions, but the sale they’re having made it a steal. I also got some good stuff."

He pulled out a long, beautiful blade from the pile, showing it to Uriel. The latter whistled as he looked at it. It wasn’t as good as Enoch’s tools, but it came close.

"I bought a bunch of specific martial arts guides for the weapons too. I’ll modify and improve them later, so it’s perfect."

"I also got the..."

... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Uriel and Ayah sat cross-legged, facing one another, the latter overflowing with excitement.

Between them, piles of eggs separated their positions, and not far away, Enoch stood, his heart racing just slightly, dozens of healing pills laid out nearby.

It was time to test Uriel’s second, and most important, theory.

A new path of revolution.

"When I close my eyes and begin," Uriel said solemnly, "under no circumstances should you wake me up, or even touch me."

"Even if I begin dying, do not touch me until I open my eyes by my own will, or else... we’ll both die. Understood?"

Enoch and Ayah nodded.

Uriel nodded back, and instantly the two of them put on Lie Eater necklaces, meant to mitigate the effects of Uriel’s spark and protect their minds... hopefully.

"Let’s begin."

Exhaling, Uriel picked up one of the eggs and placed it on his lap. His palms came to rest on the smooth, large white surface, and he closed his eyes.

Having gained experience from triggering Ayah’s class formation, he rapidly fell into a state of focus and harmonized with the egg.

They became one.