Threads of the Soul

Chapter 472 - 472: The wonderful life of one Sephtis Quinn

After half an hour of playing in the skies, Seth finally calmed down and returned to a more calm and normal flight, much to the relief of Xander. The entire duration of their flight had lasted just over 2 hours and they were close to the Capital now. The timing was a little worse than the commercial flights, but that was mainly because they had a few delays of aerial beasts attacking them.There was nothing that they couldn't handle, and a few that they didn't even bother stopping for.

Honestly though, If Seth had to choose between this and the hellscape of waiting in the airport and flying commercial, at least from the horror stories he had heard, then he would always choose this. He didn't have to fight for the window seat, after all.

Or was it the aisle seat people always wanted? He couldn't remember, but he at least knew the middle was the worst.

While he was imagining the hell on earth, or I guess hell in the sky, that was public flights, Ava and Woe were muttering underneath their breath behind him. They kept nudging each other, telling the other "No you ask him."

Eventually, after an intense staring match, Ava turned nervously towards Seth. Wriggling in her seat, she tapped his shoulder softly.

"Seth... Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm? I already told you, If you need to pee just go over the side, I'll make sure no one looks."

"What?! No! Gross! Ugh, You're disgusting!"

Ava's face twisted with disgust, while Woe contemplated it for a moment, before clambering to his feet and walked to the edge of Omelette's body. Seth glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, sending his [SSX Thready] board over to Woe, so he would have a nice firm platform to stand on.

"Boys, so disgusting..." Ava muttered with a roll of her eyes, keeping her body locked facing forwards so she didn't risk seeing something she'd regret.

She jabbed Seth in the back a few times, both out of annoyance and to keep his attention on her while he pretended to fly Omelette.

"No, what I meant to ask... What we both mean to ask is... Why is there two of you? One as you, and the other as the Lord. Is it like some kind of shapeshifter stealing your identity? Are... are you even the real you?"

Seth clenched his jaw, straightening up where he sat as he subtly glanced over to the others that were flying with them. Other than 'The Hunter', who had reduced his staring down to concessional wary glances, none of them seemed like they were paying attention. But whether that meant they were actually paying attention was a whole other story.

Military types were always sneaky, and spying on people was one of their most favourite things in the world. Other than blowing things up, which is admittedly pretty fun.

After a few seconds of silent contemplation, Seth made a few subtle gestures with his fingers, all while glaring at the Hunter.

Threads erupted from all over his body and extended into the air at his command. Although the finger movements were unnecessary, it just felt right. Conducted by his mind rather than his fingers, the threads whipped through the air and started to arrange themselves in complex patterns.

In an instant, a sphere of intricate runes completely surrounded them and extended out far enough that it encompassed the entirety of Omelette's considerable wings span. Pouring energy into the runes, they glowed with a dull light that only those with specific vision could see, before all of the sound around them cut out.

It was hard to notice at first, as there was still the sound of air rushing past their head and the beating of Omelette's wings. But that was it. Pay a little more attention and you would notice the absence of fluttering feathers, the struggling angel and the chatter amongst the Americans.

A barrier of invisible runes separated them from the rest of the world, and if it wasn't for the fact they could turn around and see Omelette, it would be as if they didn't exist at all.

What interested Seth the most was the reaction of the Hunter. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed to flinch, as if he was expecting some kind of attack, before his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with awe.

However all of that happened before Seth activated the sound dampening runes. His shock did not come from the absence of sound, but from the ethereal threads around them.

'He can see souls, which means he can see everything about me. Both of me.' Seth surmised as he glared at the Hunter, who was turning pale before he had to quickly look away once more.

Practising his real ventriloquism skills, Seth kept his mouth flat and lips unmoving as he started to explain,

"It all started when I escaped from work, right at the beginning of it all. At first I thought that it wasn't too bad and that I was completely fine. Part of me was even starting to enjoy the power, on some morbid level.

Then, I lost my arm..."

Keeping his eyes forward, Seth detailed everything about his past to his siblings, as Woe eventually returned from his bathroom break in the skies.

He told them all about the first few days, about gaining his powers and about meeting Sirius and Cynthia. He told them about the Raven's, how he lost his arm and how it nearly destroyed his soul in the process.

He told them of pulling himself back together, bit by bit, and how this led to meeting Omelette and Bob. He skipped some details, such as the battle of the Library and his strange first interactions with Astra. Not to mention the Hemogoblins and their disgusting practices.

While he did tell them some things, he skipped a lot of details on that. They didn't need to hear it.

Eventually, he got to the part of the story that involved his Celestial transformation. That was the part he detailed to them the most, making sure that they understood that each version of him; Seth, Scar and Corvus, were all their brother. The same one that they grew up with, even if they looked different and acted a little strange.

He emphasised that part most of all, perhaps because he was afraid of which they would decide was the 'real' one and that it might not be him. It was for the same reason, that he couldn't bring himself to turn around and face them, to know what kind of expressions they were making.

The entire time his siblings had been so silent, that he almost wondered if he had accidentally gotten the borders for the silencing sphere wrong. But he knew he didn't, he could feel it.

Whether it was by complete coincidence, or whether it was because Xander noticed the silent yet important conversation going on and slowed their progress, by the time Seth finished his tale they had finally arrived over the skyline of Washington D.C.