IV - BESIEGED ON MULTIPLE FRONTS
Crypts of the Immortals
“A small explosion seems to have rocked the sarcophagi here,” Goetia commented, observing the situation in the Crypts with Ereshkigal standing at his side. “What, no who, was stored here?” The Creation, King of the Demon Gods, asked on behalf of his master, king, and father. While Solomon dealt with Emiya in the East, Goetia was sent to liaise with the Queen of the Dead in her war against the Void. He pointed directly at the emptied coffin, trying to direct the apathetic and demoralized Ereshkigal’s attention.
Ereshkigal stood silent for a time, observing the rows of undisturbed coffins aside from the few in the immediate proximity of the one that had its lid thrown off in a violent explosion of power. “Know this, King of Demons, I had not been born when these coffins were entombed here. But Falnir once told me…” She hesitated, fist clenching in anger at just invoking the Burial King’s name. “That Nergal, and his Pantheonic brethren, stored the bodies of the first Immortals here, rent of their souls.”
Goetia knelt at the side of the empty sarcophagus, running a single demonic hand along the lip of the smooth cold granite. Significant enchantments had been placed on the tomb; measures that had no doubt weakened over thousands of years but were nonetheless put in place to keep what was inside of it from ever escaping. “At their height, Marduk’s Immortals may have only numbered in the low thousands. Though it is impossible to say with any certainty. Allegedly, their kind would come to split into two distinct groups; those of the East, who would go on to found the Golden Empire, and the West, who would eventually form a community of monks on Kamiyasumi. Those on Kamiyasumi generally lived on eternal but in the East…they surrendered their power after a time. Ascending to the heavens as time went on which eventually caused Gold to tarnish to Silver and then Bronze.” Goetia turned back toward Ereshkigal, towering far above her and looking down to meet her gaze. “Who was laid to rest here, Ereshkigal?”
The Queen of the Dead shook her head, no answer to offer. “I…I have a war to fight, Goetia. There are more pressing matters for humanity than a single Immortal who may, or may not, have left Irkalla. For all we know, an errant Void-being arrived in this dimension somehow and…” She paused again, a desperate attempt to rationalize what she was seeing.
“A war, yes. But there are plainly other forces at play here. You can’t ignore-”
“I can ignore what I damn well please!” She screamed, interrupting the Demon God’s graven warning. “My champion is dead, Irkalla is in ruins, the flow of souls has ceased….can you not see that they’ve already won? Our efforts merely prolong an inevitable conclusion wrought by our own hubris and miscalculations. I…” She held her tongue as despair crept through her psyche before she finally vanished, tearing a rift into the dimension that held the Immortals’ coffins.
Goetia remained in the crypt in silence, standing there as he observed for a time and contemplated the meaning of the events as they transpired before him. In that silence, the Demon God King turned toward another coffin; albeit the coffin was only slightly ajar compared to the rupture that had wrecked the first. “A second…?” He pondered aloud, stepping toward it with his massive frame, inspecting it closely. Unlike the first, the coffin here appeared to have been moved from the outside, its lid pushed aside enough to reveal its contents. Though it was empty from within in the first place. Or perhaps its contents were exhumed and a poor attempt was made to seal it again to conceal the evidence of its disturbance…the thought disturbed Goetia deeply as he made his leave, stepping away from the coffins and turning his back to the endless rows before stepping into the portal. Solomon would want to hear of his findings immediately.