Skeal was now a wealthy and radiant Empress, at Healor. And her main fortitude was the art of healing.
She would go back into the Labyrinth on days when she needed to walk in the dream realms again, for reasons that were much personal to her.
Some say, she came to this world without something that belonged to her, and she needed it now, for her magic. And the answers were all inside her chambers of knowledge about vampires and their own mystical origins.
She travelled down to a Memory lane of the times when she was under extreme psychological torment and orchestrated designs of suffering by the two vampires, Taare Cottonstone and Asher Silkfaith. They carried with them the love and loyalty word of other origins of Vampires, that turned one another back then, and just maybe it followed back to the one original Vampire sire line.
A couple by bond, and by blood. Their love and lust was intertwined among each soul they injected their poison into, and most often it was only impossible to give them what they truly wanted, because they had everything and what they truly wanted variably, meant nothing. The minions they turned, were now wrapped around their fingers and followed every step they took, like it was the correct cooking ingredient to stir into the society.
The minions vampires often felt grand and over-powered when they are compelled into a sire like theirs, one that speaks legends, and consider themselves of much more greater classifications and hierarchy than that of Skeal's. Their power over her becomes extremely pre-dominant, ignorant and one sided, but Skeal knew that a root torn from its seams would never find itself from where it faltered. A whole new entrophy that floats beyond the divergence of where creation and purpose met, an entrophy where selfishness was not a flaw but an ability, and this gave them a new voice, it was glorified as savagery.
And the entire point about Skeals contradictory aspect was that all of it was wrong. A flaw she saw in their nature. A rule she could never follow, an invalid code of her nature. Vampires like them repulsed her. Vampires, that's all they really wanted to be...It was a miserable show that she did not like watching.
And because the two main Vampires from her reality made pacts that were inseparable like that of a bond by sire lines and oaths.
There were sins that followed the bonds. And they were everywhere she went. Wherever she would go, any couple would take shape into the element of the vampire character, just to take advantage of this twisted fate and mock/jeer at Skeal.
Skeal wasn't just a human, she was much more special than that. She was immune to vampires and their compulsions.
Why were they bonded to complete degradation and dismantling of humanity and it's foundations of sanity. Why did they preach what is not correct or moral by the means of Law and why did they bring influence that was foul for the taking. Why was every human feeling overly empowered by part taking in something so lowly? What made all of them in this world, greater than Skeal?
She pondered as she stared outside the window, a starlit sky radiated like dew and blessing, and below, the magic of the labyrinth glistening and awaiting her next endeavor, she didnt want to venture into it any further, atleast not any time soon.
As she stood by the window of the bedroom at the Covergence Sanctuary.
'Oh Lord. All these healing for the people and the place that actually deserve this. It never felt this right and in its true place before. The Vampires would have never understood this type of Art for healing. Such practices never lived up to their nature before. Hmm and I begin to wonder why.'
Skeal thought to herself.
When she found Healor and it's people, she decided to completely abandon the other side of the world and left it inside it's own space and time chronology. Like a hologram that wanted to have their own world. An abandonment of this hologram world.
Besides bringing elemental rewiring and introducing the blueprint of development at Healor, she also built The Convergence Sanctuary into a beautiful ship, a ship that wasn't exactly mobile but made to be left exactly where it belonged.