La Croix knew that Samedi was altering the very fabric of existence, of Outer Spacetime, by existing there. There was a translucent orb of violet that constantly surrounded him and when it interacted with Outer Spacetime, when he simply moved through it, there was a sparkle of energy around the orb that was a visual manifestation of the physical force it took for Samedi to maintain his place in Outer Spacetime. The golden energy of Outer Spacetime seemed to be working to expel Samedi and La Croix wondered what would happen if the Baron dropped his shield of death magic. The same was true for the Barons Cemetere and Criminel, and for La Croix once he had been welcomed as the fourth shade of violet. He felt different after he died, after the pattern version of him died, and he was the same being that he had been, still with the pattern magic he remembered, but he was something new after Samedi welcomed him and called him kindred. Because they had to work so hard to maintain their place in Outer Spacetime, they wielded much less power than they could otherwise.
“Theron is yours, my beautiful lady,” Samedi said with a bow before Brigette who was delighted. Samedi had been in Outer Spacetime for a while and he had produced two copies of himself to do the bidding of Brigette who demanded the War of Arcana to bring all his rivals to heel.
“What about the Mao Ri?” La Croix interrupted. “Sure, you’ve made magic bombs of the theries that currently pester the Kami on Ame-tsuchi, and the fyns are zombies feasting in one another’s arcana, but what have you done with the gods?”
“The same as the Royals and Wizards of the Aifyn Line, they are locked in cages of death magic that keep them in line. You sound agitated, my pattern magic brother. Are you angry at the war we have waged for the Grand Brigette?”
“I am much more worried that I am using so much energy just to stand here. Your death magic has weakened me!” La Croix screamed. “I didn’t bring you here to diminish me and to pleasure my wife, even if I enjoy watching the other powers of Outer Spacetime bow before our lofted seats. Outer Spacetime is trying to reject me!”
Samedi smiled his most diabolical smile and stood before La Croix who stood like a palate swapped version in golden robes.
“When we combine this place with Deads’ Town, all of the pattern magic will be fused with the beautiful chaos. It will all be like you, Golden Violet, a fusion of chaos and patterns, strengthened by the opposition. It won’t be much longer. Cemetere and Criminel have conquered to prevent opposition and they will return soon. When they do, we will open a portal to Deads’ Town and complete the ritual. We will be one, La Croix, and so will our homes. Deads’ Town will become what we always deserved. A Disc of the Dead.”
“Outer Spacetime isn’t a disc…” La Croix said.
“It isn’t as large, you are right, but it will do. No longer will we be retrained by Legba. Thank you for bringing me here. We will be whole again soon.”
La Croix nodded silently. Soon, three beings from lower spacetime arrived wielding magic. They revealed Criminel and Cemetere in magical restraints and La Croix stood next to Samedi before them.
“Thank you,” Samedi grinned, even though La Croix was nervous. He recognized Wazad the Transverse and he knew that she was a being of incredible power. “We needed to all be together to finish this.” As he spoke, Samedi moved his hands and cast a portal to Deads’ Town behind him. The same dead that was there when Samedi first stepped into Outer Space was on the other side looking through.
“Is that Brad Jordan?” one of the beings of lower spacetime asked.
Samedi interrupted with an explosion of violet that managed to expel the beings of lower spacetime while pulling all of the Barons to him. There were chaotic swirls of violet magic that shot out from the portal to Deads’ Town, out from Arada in all directions and as it moved, it changed everything around it, warping existence until it settled. Outer Spacetime was no longer sepia toned, it was violet, because Outer Spacetime was now the Spacetime of Deads and Wraiths.
“Close that portal,” the oldest male of the lower spacetime beings said. “Maria, we have to make sure they can’t free…”
The beings of lower spacetime who had confronted the Barons, Issac Waschington, Zacchaeus Turner, and Maria Moreno, also known as Wazad the Transverse came to, floating space that was tinted violet.
“Where are we?” Maria asked.
“We are still in Outer Spacetime, but…” Issac Washington hesitated a moment. “It is part of the Fonlands now. We can’t hope to oppose the Barons. We have to find Owuo.”
With that, they cast a portal to the Smiting Chamber.
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