Although they call themselves "Evangelicals," they are not really a "race."
In that unreachable paradise, all beings possess the characteristics of the Mother Goddess. All things are eternally and completely assimilated into one. There is no race there, forms are just pure forms, and spirits blend and understand each other, and "alien" and "other" are both words that have passed away.
Because of the perfection that is free from confusion and conflict, the survivors who are drifting away can only feel more and more painful and homesick. Their embrace can only convey thoughts but cannot create more of their kind, and they have to maintain their numbers with the only remaining reproductive methods. This dilemma continues to this day, until the Evangelical clans of different blood branches become very different in appearance.
People often confuse Yaleriga with regular succubi, and that can't even be considered a mistake. Her ancestor, the second daughter Melendra, was born to the first-generation Evangelical clan and a male succubus. Unlike her elder sister with a human body and her younger sister with a deer body, Melendra was born with a pair of long antlers that point almost straight towards the sky, like some kind of crown given by God. After she bewitched a large number of mages, the seekers who fell from the covenant actually crowned her for a time. The Holy Crown is made of spire crystals presented by mages, and is filled with the souls of slain martyrs.
That was undoubtedly a declaration of war to the secretive Covenant mages. Among their five major symbols - crown, brocade, scepter, reed pen, and golden cup, the "Crown of Wisdom" is considered to be the honor of teachers and sages. It was once only granted to powerful White Tower wizards, and later referred to the highest-ranking person in the magic assembly. But now in the context of the Alliance Era, the "Crowned One" in the mouth of the Camarilla mages has almost become another name for the Fire Thief. When Melendra takes the crowns of the mages, she declares that the knowledge she inherited from Paradise is superior to the White Tower.
Yaleriga almost believed that this was indeed the case. At least, to some extent, the seekers of the White Tower were also pursuing Paradise. Just after Melendra's death, her descendants with mage blood were all hunted down and investigated. The Silver Staff personally escorted them to the Silver Tower, but eventually released them all. There was an obvious gap in the memory in that tower, and Yaleriga was convinced that this defect was caused by the Silver Staff. The skeleton mage who showed unusual concern for worldly affairs took away—or rather hid—a certain memory from the descendants of Melendra. After Yaleriga searched repeatedly, she determined that it was the huge secret that Melendra used to seduce the mages into betrayal.
She guessed, but only guessed, that the secret was "the tapestry of truth."
In the process of the Camarilla mages diligently pursuing the "secret art", many schools influence and conflict with each other. The intensive study of one school is likely to lead to extreme ignorance and arrogance of another path. However, in the end, the towers still reached a rough consensus: they firmly believed that the truth of magic lies in the unity of matter and spirit, coordinated through form and intelligence, and ultimately leads to the source of infinite and supreme power. In that supreme dharma source called "Heaven", the harmonious music played by the ten primeval elements echoes, revealing the ultimate truth of the world. When the tenth point in the center - the intelligence of life - was completely filled, the flow of ether poured out from it, filling the entire universe where they were.
Crown, Wisdom, Understanding, Mercy, Severity, Beauty, Victory, Glory, Foundation, Kingdom, and “Intelligence” as Essence. Mages regard it as the "path through fire" to the stars. They long to imitate the Spellweavers of the past, and reach the heaven through this road, witness the endless source of ether, and sprout the perfect theory of all things. They described it as "the origin of the secret arts," "the book of the world," and "the tapestry of truth." These names are not simply elegance and praise, but the mages hope to extract the concept from the ether and turn it into a form that can be understood by the world - just like they corresponded the ten major elements to the name of October, hoping to use This form connects the entire alliance to the heavenly realm of Reason, protecting it from overturning by the etheric waves.
And, that kind of overturning, in a sense, was exactly what Deborah wanted. He failed to inherit the memory of any ancestors, but he was obsessed with the "paradise" in his fantasy. He tirelessly told Yaleriga about his crazy dream: the world will eventually be destroyed by the burning star fire, and only paradise can survive. . In the ashes of all things, the family members of Paradise continue their eternal dream and bury the seeds of the new era into the soil. It will be the last temple in the apocalypse.
The only thing that attracted Yaleriga in that dream was "paradise", but she never expected the destruction of the old world. However, Villar paranoidly believes that the end of the old order will lead to the real paradise. He spread this idea to everyone around him. Yaleriga sometimes thinks this is ridiculous. Villar firmly believes that she is a direct descendant of the "Crimson Villa", but she can judge the opposite fact from various signs: Villar does not have any bloodline or ability from the Evangelical family. His connection with the "Crimson Villa" From the latter's other mother, Lisafa of the Deathlily Sisters. His meager Quiker bloodline and the tiny scales on his eyelids are both symbols of the descendants of the "Mother of Spiders".
That is to say, although part of the same blood as "Crimson Vera" does flow in Villar's body, it is absolutely impossible to share dangerous knowledge like Melendra. All those who have power but choose to obey him are neither forced by knowledge nor bewitched by magic, but simply fall into his endless fantasies and wild dreams. They would rather believe in Valar's lineage than reality, or perhaps they would simply believe in the illusion of eternal paradise. But every time Yareliga wanted to laugh at them for this, she remembered that she was actually the same. Even after she realized that Villar was a madman, she didn't really hate him until the fantasist took something away from her.
She vowed to take revenge. But first, she needs to make some changes in this cell. It was not up to her to decide the timing of the change, so she could only wait patiently.
On the second day of the new prisoner's stay, the special sign she had been hoping for appeared. But it wasn't caused by new prisoners, but unexpectedly coming from outside the prison door.
Deborah came to see her. This happens about once every ten days. Several times when he came, Yaleriga had not recovered from her injuries and could only lie down on the ground to rest. Villar would call her name, as he had done in the past, with sad, melancholy eyes, and it made her sick.
That day Villar walked to the cell door. As usual, he dismissed all the jailers in advance and took his four black knights to guard him, but in addition there was one more visitor, silently following Villar. Yaleriga glanced at him, secretly surprised.
She recognized this new visitor. This ugly, scaly male used to be her jailor, a silent and cold lizard demon. Yaleriga once wanted to use him as a breakthrough to escape from prison, so she had sex with him half-heartedly.
To put it bluntly, although the lizard demon who called himself Kumao was crude and unorganized, the experience he brought to Yaleriga was not a bad one. At the end of the process, Kumao left her body for unknown reasons and scattered elsewhere in a panic. As a result, Yaleriga fell short of success and failed to know why he joined the Doomsday Temple. When he escorted the basically uninjured Yaleriga back to the prison and returned to the other jailers intact, Yaleriga heard the incredible screams of those people.
She knew very well why Kumao didn't collapse like the previous ones - those memories of the Trickster's Dream were usually well hidden. Only when she is in extreme pain, anger and fatigue, will the horrific images locked in the deepest part of the maze surface to the surface of her consciousness and be transmitted to the person who forced her to do so. At that time, she would always force herself to clear her consciousness and not think about or remember any of the scenes she saw, but the perpetrators had no idea that their death was coming.
Of the thirty-four jailors with whom she had sex, only Kumao survived. But his luck did not last long, and he was soon transferred by Villar. Yaleriga didn't take any chances, and was very sure that Villar knew about the relationship between them, and perhaps wanted to know what Kumao got from her. Unfortunately, due to Kumao's escape at the last moment, even Yaleriga himself was not sure what he had gained. She thought that this slow and weird lizard demon must have been killed by Villar, but she didn't expect that the other party appeared in front of her again, and it seemed that he had been promoted.
Villar stood in front of the cell door, the scales around his eyelids shining slightly, reflecting the cold light of metal. Behind him stood the four iron guards, and a little further away was Kumao.
"Jalai." Villar said softly, "Are you okay?"
Yaleriga had already passed the stage of questioning this person's mental state. Normally she would fall asleep or spit in the other person's face. But she didn't do that right now, not because of the madman in red, but because she wanted to know what happened to Kumao. She tried her best to peek at the lizard demon as quietly as possible, but he just stared straight at the wall in front of him, as if he was avoiding looking at her.
Villar didn't mind her coldness and contempt. He put his hands on the bars outside the prison, just outside the confinement range of the spell, and began to talk endlessly about his dreams. Yaleriga was tired of hearing this and knew that the love and fanaticism in this lunatic's eyes was just a fantasy of paradise, treating her as a prop for sustenance.
"We should be together." He was still murmuring tirelessly. "You have no reason to reject our dream. You are just angry with me. But that is necessary...that is necessary."
His voice began to arouse Yaleriga's anger. If she could do anything now, she would chop off the lunatic's limbs and ride on the lizard in front of him. The heavy chains on the horns reminded her to surrender to the situation for the time being, so she just continued to look at the lizard demon from the corner of her eyes, wondering whether this lucky person who had been promoted could be used by her. She was thinking too hard and unconsciously filtered out Villar's crazy words.
Deborah Villar seemed undeterred by her reaction. He also had the paranoia and patience of a mental patient, and he talked to the air for more than half an hour. When he fondly mentioned how he had selected ten obedient and clever village girls as maids for Yaleriga, and had cut out their tongues for training. He wanted to say more details, but then there was movement in the cell opposite.
The new prisoner, the young man in red, who called Yaleriga the "demon", tapped his fingers on the black iron floor as if he was beating a tune. Villar originally ignored the movement, but for some reason, the rhythm of the boy in red's knocking on the ground always beat his words. The beat disrupted Villar's tone and breathing, forcing him to turn his head and walk to the boy's cell door with slow and dangerous steps.
The boy in red looked at the ceiling and continued to knock the ground with his right hand. When Villar walked next to him, the rhythm of his tapping slowed down, and just as Villar was about to open his mouth, the beats immediately became as fast as a storm. In order for everyone present to hear his words clearly, Villar had to raise his voice and said in a slightly distorted sharp voice: "What do you want to do?"
The beat pauses. The boy in red glanced sideways at him.
"Noisy," he said.
Villar was quiet for a few seconds. Yaleriga guessed that he was reflecting the meaning of the word, and then the boy in red stood up. He walked to the front of the cell, facing Villars across the cell - in fact, he was two and a half heads shorter - and waved his sleeves with the arrogance of the master of the place.
He raised his head and said to Villar: "Ugly. Noisy. Get out."
