How goes the pamphlet’s reaction?

ASTESH

Meagre

A few heated Encyclicals its way but otherwise, nada

LAHASH

The work is like that, brave Godlet

It takes time

Though you’ll be delighted to know it was received as greatness here in Baoel

It is inspiring to know even on the other side of the Pantheon there is dissidence

Even in the seat where establishment is bred

And articulated so well!

you charm me

how goes the angel’s rebellion?

Consistent, strident

Three morrows before we take Ur-Külte

A moderate fortress in the grand scheme of the planetary expanse, but capital of Qui’ox

Qui'ox! the western continent, yes?

Eastern

But close enough

So that has been a boon, and the underground resistance has now sprung to meet us with open generous wings

Vah-Lei keep their distance too, a miracle unto itself

Zero notions of Pantemplar activity

I am delighted

How may House Symbolic help you further?

What you and Qass have been accomplishing is beyond the usual Godlet remit

Your house is doing invaluable work, remember that

And have our blessing

We take it with humble thanks

But I will say this

Superiors want you to go

Further

Further?

Beyond, yes

Why stop at “co-operation” between houses? Why not one single united house, in the interest and love of all Godlets?

Why not a union of these unions, across all three stages of God-to-be-ness?

Metagods, why not abolish the Sacrifices?

With the rupture Priori Progeny brings, so much more is possible than a mere banning of curfew

The horizon is no longer distant, the most distant throughline

It is the entirety of what you may do

I

Had not considered these things

But I will now

I suppose fear of the Pantheon’s smite kept my possibilities hidden

But now you are the ones with more power, now there can be no replacement

As long as the Professorium is around, yes

Exactly

So I must tread that balance and not go extreme, surely?

I must keep the respect of the Professorium, or two elder contingencies will be against us

Well, of a kind

The Professorium are your means to our magnificent un-end, so to speak

They will never admit it, but they are just like us angels

Metaphysical, near-omnipotent, but frustrated by the chance congealing of protoplasma

They being unlucky, you see, to forever serve the Gods

And that means their egos will wilt if you push

Do not become their bargaining chips, Ashtesh

I understand

Now I must abscond

We march upon the Nós Docks come the third orbit’s dawn

Speak soon, angel

And best of luck

Speak soon indeed

Though we need no luck

Only inevitability