At this moment at the pool area, Nier stood near the pool's edge, his maroon hair slick with water, as his chiseled body was bare except for black swim trunks.
Tanya alongside Imani now free of Kaly's possession, stood tall. Her eyes, back to their natural color, horns, markings, and claws all gone.
Nier's lips tightened, his voice low, as he looked at them a little worried, and said.
"Tanya, Imani, this is your last chance, are you sure the two of you want to do this for Kaly? You can still walk away now while you can you know."
The women exchanged a glance, their eyes locking in a silent vow. Tanya's lips curved into a determined smile, her office-lady poise cutting through the haze of lust. Imani mirrored her, a fierce grin spreading across her face.
Tanya spoke first, her voice steady, her usual Spanglish gone.
"No, Nier. I am not backing out now. I want to be part of your life, every piece of it. Kaly's your queen, and if she is with you, I'm with her as well. Beside you say it yourself, your aiming to get stronger, right? You need her, and us. This will also make us closer as well."
Imani nodded, her voice thick with conviction.
"Same here, baby. You're our world now. Kaly's your power, your heart, and we're not letting you do this alone."
Nier's smirk flickered, a spark of pride in his red eyes.
"Alright, then. Step up the both of you, I will need both of your hand on the altar for this to work."
Nier said as he looked at the make shift altar he had just made.
The altar was a crude, jury-rigged thing, slapped together from empty alcohol bottles, vodka and whiskey husks catching the sunlight, stacked around a dented ice crate.
Runes, scrawled in Nier's own blood pulsed crimson across the crate's surface, their jagged lines glowing like living veins.
A jagged shard of Kaly's goat horn, snapped off earlier when she possessed Imani, and now it sat at the altar's center, its edge shimmering with negative energy, a beacon to tether the material world to her essence in the immaterial.
Nier had pieced it together from his mother's journal. For a first attempt, it was rough but solid, but like the old saying goes, there is a first time for everything.
Tanya and Imani stepped forward, their hands trembling but steady as they placed them on the crate's blood-slick surface.
A shadow coalesced beside the altar, Kaly's immaterial form manifesting just enough to be felt, when Nier looked at it, he was reminded of the first time he saw the monster that crash his car.
A ripple of power, surge outwards as a result of her presence like a storm waiting to break. Her voice, calm echoed without a body, carrying a haunting reverb through Nier mind.
"Repeat after me, darling."
She said to Nier.
"I haven't done this manifestation ritual like this in like forever, either way listen carefully the chant I am about to teach you is older than alot of your stars, ahh how nostologic."
At first it was just a joke, since after Nier, Tanya, and Imani had their fun, the girls started to talk to Kaly, taking turn in being possess.
Till eventually they wonder if their was a way Kaly could manifest without needing to possess either them or Nier.
And Kaly did say their was a ritual where sacrifice is usually needed to summon fort one of kids from the Black Woods, the greater the sacrifice the better.
As such the started talking about what they could do to help Kaly, skip and hour later her Nier was about to his first ever ritual.
As such Nier gripped his formas dagger, as Kaly's voice rang out, him, just checking you ready!?
"Yeah tell me the chant and I will start to recite."
"Ok the chant goes like this... Zx’tharyx qwex vadys, umbralyth syx’gara, qwy vadis eternyxx!"
The words were a twisted snarl of syllables, nonsensical and jagged.
Nier echoed her, his voice rough but unwavering:
"Zx’tharyx qwex vadys, umbralyth syx’gara, qwy vadis eternyxx!"
They where imperfect but acceptable.
The runes blazed red, their glow crawling up Tanya and Imani's hands like a spreading fire, the air thrumming with negativity. The bottles rattled, the horn shard pulsing in sync with the chant.
'Ok darling keep going, repeat it two more times.'
"Zx’tharyx qwex vadys, umbralyth syx’gara, qwy vadis eternyxx!"
"Zx’tharyx qwex vadys, umbralyth syx’gara, qwy vadis eternyxx!"
With a swift, brutal slash, Nier drove the dagger down, severing Tanya and Imani's ring fingers in one clean stroke.
Blood sprayed, splattering the altar and dripping onto the pool deck, the crimson mixing with the edge. Both women gasped, clutching their hands as pain tore through them, their severed fingers, each bearing a wedding ring from David and Marcus, falling onto the crate.
The sacrifice was more than flesh; it was a conceptual rending, a rejection of their vows, their futures with their husbands. The act spat in the face of gods who held marriage sacred, branding Tanya and Imani as heretics in the eyes of the Christian church where they had once being wed. Kaly had explained it once, the Order's seers could sense such sins, their judgment a looming threat.
Tanya's face twisted, her glasses slipping as she gripped her bleeding hand, but her eyes burned with fierce determination.
Imani bit her lip, her grin a tough act despite the pain, the curse fueling her resolve.
"Give me your hands."
Nier said, his voice steady, cutting through the humid air. They extended their stumps, blood pooling on the deck, and Nier focused, summoning +2 units of Negativity, as he used Body Modification Magic on them and their fingers began to reformed, flesh weaving together, bones reshaping into new, unblemished digits, free of there rings and past vows.
Tanya flexed her hand, awe mingling with the sting, while Imani chuckled, her brown eyes glinting with triumph.
The severed fingers lay on the altar, their rings glinting in the sunlight. The runes flared brighter, and a dark portal yawned open beneath them, a writhing void of shadows that swallowed the fingers whole.
A minute later, and from the portal nonetheless, emerged a grotesque ball of flesh, pulsing, veined, and clearly alive by the looks of it, as the body of flesh, move with unnatural energy, its surface slick like wet muscle.
From their Kaly's voice then echoed in Nier's mind again.
"You know what to do, darling."
Right after healing the girls, Nier looked at the ball of flesh, greatly dense, but no larger than small tennis ball.
And Nier instantly grabbed it.
As he used his Occultist Eyes to evaluate the eldritch bio material, merely out of curiosity, and this was Nier saw.
Name: N/A
Age: 169,710,838,937
Origin: Born of the Black Forest of Mortza, once the sacred ground of the Cult of the Dark Mother. In time long forgotten. Mortza stood as a crossroads between worlds, one of the 9 living Nexus where uncountable worlds touched and bled into one another. It was there that Kaly's followers joined with her in ritual union, feeding both flesh and faith to her endless form. When she was all things and nothing at once, this one fragment was one such that had slipped free, a cast-off remnant of one of her incarnations, a living clot of divine flesh left behind by, a living semi divine miscarriage.
'So this is....
'Yes.'
Kaly replied.
'The body of one of my failed children.'
'I see...
Nier replied back, and the continue.
'Well, I will get to work now.'
With that said, Nier closed his eyes, picturing Kaly's default form, but shrunken, the flesh was not much so he had to accommodate and make his power fill in the gaps to make this thing even functional.
And soon, the flesh, began to morph as Nier use his Body Modification Magic to create an 8-inch doll, a perfect miniature of Kaly herself
The doll, like Klay had chocolate-brown skin, long dark hair cascading like a river, full red eyes glowing with nocturnal eyes. And even her voluptuous build was unmistakable, big ass, massive breasts, wide hips framed by an obscene g-string woven panty that clung to her perfectly with string like tops, all made from her own shadow.
A bronze coat draped over her arms, dragging behind like a cape, hiding her legs from the back but revealing their front, half-covered in white goat fur, ending in black hooves, with a long, prehensile black tail tipped with white hair. Dual horns curled from her head, and a womb tattoo pulsed on her lower belly.
"And with that, I am done."
Nier said as he set the flesh ball beside the horn shard on the altar, the pool’s reflection casting eerie glints across it.
"Alright my part is done, you can just do your thing."
Nier said as he looked at Spectre form infront of him, barley even reflecting into this world, but soon, the Spector instantly fade into it, creating an instinct link to it being.
Soon the small flesh doll open it's eyes, as it gets up and looked at its tiny hands, and hooves.
Kaly's disembodied laugh quickly rippled through the air, shortly their after in a triumphant manner.
"Haha....hahahahaha...Oh, this will do perfectly, darling."
Nier then looked a tiny Kaly and said.
"Ha it really worked."
"Mhm, although the capacity for power is quite limited, as I am now I only equal to Stage 2 Hesta."