Sunny really hoped that the piece of Weaver's lineage was not hidden inside the dollhouse. Luckily, he felt nothing but an eerie sense of repulsion when standing in front of the terrifying toy… even though he was neither Fated nor connected to the tapestry of fate anymore, and therefore had lost his supernatural intuition, his senses as a Supreme were still beyond that of a mere mortal. He would have felt something if a daemon's legacy was nearby. More importantly, Blood Weave would have reacted to the presence of another piece of the Demon of Fate.
So, after studying the creepy dollhouse from a safe distance, Sunny shifted his attention elsewhere. He did feel that there was something special about that particular toy… a subtle scent of a daemon, even.
But that scent did not belong to Weaver.
'I think Ariel made this one.'
Kai looked at him, remained silent for a bit, and nodded. 'That very well may be.'
Sunny glanced around the Toy Room, studying various toys. The Song sisters had wandered off, lost in the memories of their childhoods… despite his unease, this place must have been magical for adolescent girls. Especially those who had been orphans once, like Seishan and her sisters. Orphans did not live easy lives in this world. Sunny knew it all too well himself… and just like them, he had been robbed of the joy of having toys as a kid.
Granted, unlike them, he had not been adopted by a powerful Legacy witch. Come to think of it…
Sunny narrowed his eyes and looked at Seishan.
'The Song sisters were adopted. Rain was adopted. What the hell, how come I'm the only one who hasn't been adopted?!'
Where was justice in that?
Kai smiled faintly.
'You have a peculiar expression, Sunny. What are you thinking about?'
Sunny lingered for a few seconds, then shook his head.
'Just thinking about how my life would have changed if someone like Ki Song had taken me off the streets. For better or worse.'
He sighed. 'She really cared about her daughters a lot. However… she also forced the lineage of Beast God on them, as well as infected them with the Nightmare Spell. Were they lucky or unlucky to have met her? I'm not quite sure.'
With that, he glanced around once more and added, his voice somber: 'I'm also not sure if the Jade Queen was lucky to have met the Demon of Dread.'
Kai raised an eyebrow.
'How do you mean?'
Sunny shrugged.
'Well, think about it. Why is there a room full of toys in the depths of the Jade Palace?'
Kai seemed stumped by the question. Sunny remained silent for a bit, then said wistfully: 'It is possible that the Jade Queen had children, or that she simply enjoyed collecting toys. However, it is also possible that she was raised here, in this stone palace. By the Demon of Dread.'
He looked at the figurines wearing pretty dresses, dashing knights cast of precious metals, plush beasts with gemlike eyes… and the intricate dollhouse brimming with the bones of perished dolls.
His expression turned somber. 'Daemons were forbidden from siring offspring, you know. But they all seemed to rebel against that prohibition, in their own ways. Weaver left behind a secret Lineage. Nether created the Stone Saints. Hope lived among humans and cared for them as their own. The Demon of Imagination had her mirrors and illusions…'
Sunny sighed.
'But what did Ariel have?'
Kai hesitated for a few seconds, then said cautiously:
'He had the Jade Queen?'
Sunny shrugged, unsure.
'Possibly.'
With that, he left Kai behind and went to explore the Toy Room.
The five of them wandered the series of chambers for a while, studying the curios hidden there in ancient times. There were a lot of wondrous things to see, but none of them was what Sunny wanted to find.
Eventually, only one last room remained.
And, coincidentally, Sunny felt his blood stir as he approached it.
'There?'
He looked at Kai and the Song sisters, hesitated for a few seconds, and said:
'Wait.'
They glanced at him curiously.
Sunny did not know what he would discover in the depths of the Toy Room, but he had a strong suspicion that the fourth piece of Weaver's lineage would not fall into his hands easily. The first three had not, after all.
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