Part 2
When the four of them reconvened in their room at the hot spring inn, the atmosphere was slightly tense for several minutes. Sensing Elias wasn't sure how to bring it up, Francisco elbowed him.
"Hey what was that for?" Elias asked him, to the snickering of Vordea and Nalaea.
"Just say it for god's sake!" Francisco told him. "You'd think you haven't been banging her for 3 years with how nervous you're being about this."
"Well he does know how to treat a lady." Vordea said, winking. "So, what do you want to say? You finally going to marry me?" Vordea said, teasing him.
"Considering who you are, I don't think I can." Elias replied, pulling stacks upon stacks of papers out of his bag.
"Oh, what's this?" Vordea asked, quite amused.
"Proof. Months of proof. Years, even. I've been writing down everything you've said about who you aren't. Along with my own research in the many libraries I've visited in our time together." Elias explained, finally getting to a piece of paper with a single name written on it. "You're Lady Chaos, aren't you? The Great Destroyer. The Broken Mirror. Lady Vordea, the Goddess of Change... no, that title is wrong." Elias said, correcting himself.
"Hmmm?" Nalaea asked, curious herself.
"The Supreme Goddess of Creation. The last child of... oh where's that other note?" Elias began to rifle through his bag, before pulling it out. "Aha! Of course. The last child of Carcosa."
"You remind me a lot of Professor Hargrave." Vordea replied, as she assumed her normal avatar in an instant, complete with her black armour. "An endless hunger for the truth. That's why I chose you."
Elias and Francisco were both taken by surprise at Vordea so readily dropping her disguise, and the look on their faces made Vordea smile.
"Now then Elias, or should I say... High Priest Malloit? Let's discuss everything in the open." Vordea said, folding her hands and placing them on her lap. "Ask away, I will answer all of your questions... within reason, of course."
Elias was flabbergasted, and took a few moments to gather his thoughts, shuffling the papers as he did so, before deciding to begin with the very first thing that popped into his head.
"What do you mean, High Priest?" He asked.
"Exactly that. I have chosen you to be my next High Priest. I already empowered your soul when we first met. You're the perfect candidate, and it's how you were able to save Nalaea."
"Of course. Why keep it a secret for so long?"
"I wanted you to figure it out on your own. I could have just revealed myself to you, and made a proclamation. You weren't ready then. You still aren't ready now. That's part of the fun, though."
"Will things... change between us?" Elias asked, as diplomatically as possible.
"I do like you Elias, I wouldn't be wringing you dry every night if I didn't." Vordea answered, her face flushing slightly as she licked her lips.
"Wants to be treated like a lady, doesn't act like a lady at all." Francisco said, shaking his head.
"Many such cases." Nalaea added.
Instead of responding with words, Vordea decided to slither one of her tentacles slowly over to Elias's chair, and curled it up around his leg, before winking at him.
"Right." Elias said, slightly flustered as it uncurled and slithered away again. "What does your Imperial Visa actually say?"
"I promise you it's quite boring, but here you go." Vordea said, pulling it out from inside of her black armour and handing it to Elias, who read it carefully.
Name: Vordea
Occupation: Goddess
Reason for Visit: Searching for next High Priest
Duration of Stay: Indefinite
Visa Class: Divine
"Divine?" Elias asked, as he handed it back to Vordea.
"Catastrophe is what would be issued to Sirene Ignitis or a High Priest. Divine is what's issued to the Gods themselves." Vordea answered.
"So where's the other visa?" Francisco asked.
"Oh there isn't. I simply rearranged the words." Vordea said dismissively.
"What do I get out of this?" Elias asked, before Francisco could challenge the ridiculousness of what Vordea said.
"Let's start with some clothing." Vordea said, clapping her hands. Instantly, Elias found himself wearing the robes of a priest, and Nalaea snickered.
"What's so funny?" Elias asked.
"The hat. Lady Vordea did you really have to?" Nalaea asked, her snickering devolving into laughter.
Elias felt for the hat and took it off. Looking at it, he laughed and threw it at Vordea, who was smiling also. "Fuck off, a bishop hat?"
"Worth it." Vordea said, laughing. "Okay, I'll be serious. You speak on my behalf. As wonderful as I am, I can't be everywhere at once, and people get intimidated by me."
"Gee I wonder why." Francisco said, to the laughter of all.
"So, you speak with my authority. When you speak, my power is behind your words, and you may threaten, browbeat, abuse, intimidate, and corrupt as you wish with that authority."
"I'm starting to remember Vordea is not one of the good Gods." Francisco continued, upon hearing those words.
"Good? Evil? I'm far beyond those concepts, boy. I am change. The High Priest of Vordea is the only living mortal whose summons I will answer. If they will not listen to you, you can summon your God to enact instant divine judgement." Vordea was smiling quite wickedly now.