Phantasm Deliverance

Divergence VII

Intermission

Clementine Fazia Quintia.

It was her name.

She always liked her name.

She especially liked to hear her name called out by her toys.

She used to have a lot of them, but things got too irritating so she had to switch things up.

Clementine was a high-ranking member of the Slane Theocracy—part of the Black Scripture; the strongest Scripture—but not anymore. She was the 9th Seat in the Black Scripture, only a handful of seats below her brother.

She was a skilled warrior with a particular penchant for brutally playing with her opponents. It earned her a fearsome and foul reputation among her peers, something not to be mistaken for with respect.

Oh no.

Clementine was strong, but she was not—ever—respected.

Why would she be?

Did it matter that she was strong? Did it matter that she was quick? Clever? Completed all of her missions?

No. What did it matter, when her darling beloved older brother existed and he did all of that, and also had the pleasure of being born with a dick? His ability to produce more (potentially powerful) offspring made him a high-valued ally among the higher-ups in comparison to Clementine who would have to take an entire year off duty to produce maybe one at a time.

Quaiesse Hazia Quintia could impregnate a dozen women in the same year.

The Slane Theocracy highly valued pure bloodlines for their strongest warriors, and because men could reproduce with a higher quantity, they received slight preferential treatment.

Slight being the normal word.

Not for Clementine. Not for the Quintia family.

It didn't bother her at all until one day it did. Nothing she ever did was good enough, and so she went in the opposite direction. If she couldn't be good enough for respect, maybe she could be bad enough for it?

It wasn't a difficult change. Clementine was already cruel and felt sick pleasure whenever she hurt her opponents.

She was already the insane sibling between the two.

Might as well go all the way.

So she stabbed one of the Miko Princesses and stole her artifact, the Crown of Wisdom. The stabbing wasn't enough to kill the princess. It was especially cruel considering what removing the Crown of Wisdom did to Miko Princesses.

Oh well.

Not that she cared.

The princess wasn't born with a dick, like Clementine, so she'd get the worst luck, like Clementine.

That was how the world worked.

Clementine slipped into the giant graveyard of E-Rantel. She was silent as she moved quickly between the stone graves. Her jet-black cape fluttered in the wind and she ran.

In the main tomb of the graveyard, there were numerous detection and illusionary spells in place. Clementine deftly avoided each one, a coy smile on her face as she moved. She wasn't a member of the Black Scripture for nothing.

"I'm here~" Clementine sang playfully. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair and then pushed open the stone doors to the mausoleum. The noises of clattering metal came from under her cloak, like the sound of chain mail.