#for those of you here from TMM ... im back on my Akkadian bullshit for the meaning of Rēmu :)

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WIP Wednesday Again, Garfie Baby!!!

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I don't have a WIP for my next chapter because it's still in its skeletal form. HOWEVER!!! I remain in my Night Mother Insanity Era due to being possessed, so I'll share pieces of another Familial Padomaist fable which I started months ago.

Now mostly lost to Brotherhood archivists in-universe, this is a fable which explains the esoteric origins of the Night Mother and her children in more detail. Only pieces of the story are unaltered within current scripture, whereas details such as her original name or connection with Mephala are gone. As with Domitius' Vow, a lot of what's in this piece is intended to be baked into Dear Brother, because although its details are lost to current members, its themes persist as cult ideals which Lucien and Zath's brains have been pickling in for years. These twisted morals inform many of their decisions.

Specific pieces of the WIP are collected below! Complete with me agonizing over archaic grammar

The Webspinner communed with Rēmu thusly: “Champion Rēmu, thou art Honorable, Obedient, Secret, Disciplined, and Steadfast; within endless tangled thread of mine, I see thee. As is proper, thy flame shall kindle my wick: thou shalt Mantle secrets of spider's silk, for I have always been thee, and thou hast always been me. Thy test is twofold. First, thou shalt devote thyself to Death in boundless love; second, thou shalt devote thyself to Death in unrelenting grief. My web affords no place for failure.”

“O Lord Sithis,” Champion Rēmu called. “If I am to wear Mantle of spidersilk, I am to devote myself to thee in boundless love and unrelenting grief. Pray tell, whatever doth my Lady mean for me to do?” Sithis’ Dream spoke like the lonely echo of an empty well. “Dost thou love me, my Lady?” He asked. “Of course I love thee, Lord Sithis, for thine embrace is inevitable, and knowing such certainty gives me strength.” “Then thou shalt be my bride. Thou shalt bring forth my kin, and thou may know love as thy web decrees.” Sithis’ Dream drew close and offered a kiss born of Champion Rēmu's fealty. And then He was gone, for a dream is but a fleeting thing.

Then, on the eve after her childrens' Fifth year, Mother Rēmu woke to find they had fallen ill. Their minds unraveled into Nothingness, their flesh frayed amidst lesions of Void, and their souls shuddered with agonizing Dread. Rēmu washed their wounds and prayed over them, but it was no use. She could do nothing to heal that which was inevitable. In desperation, she called out to her husband, bringing forth another Dream. “O Lord Sithis,” Mother Rēmu lamented. “The Five given unto me - they have fallen ill, and their pain is too great for me to ease! Pray tell, whatever am I meant to do?” Sithis' Dream spoke like the harsh rattle of a desert snake. “Dost thou love them, my Lady?” He asked. “Of course I love them, Lord Sithis, for they are my children, and knowing such warmth gives me truest joy.” “Then thou shalt be their mercy. Thou shalt return my kin, and thou may know grief as thy web decrees.” Sithis’ Dream drew close and offered a blade born of Mother Rēmu's woe. And then He was gone, for a dream is but a fleeting thing.