My college sorority is different. ? Multiplier and Jeanne

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Sam, can you hear me?
A vaguely familiar voice asked me in my sleep. I said yes.
I need you to remember your parents.
It hasn?t been so long since I last called them and I?m avoiding visiting to keep them safe from Cert, but sure.
Not these parents. I know you were little, but please think back.
What do you mean not these parents?
Sorry, I know you love them very much, and they love you too. This is not about that. This is about an old witchcraft that runs in your family.
Please, tell me more.
Your ancestors invented a ritual to trap a little piece of a goddess inside one of you, always skipping a generation. This was meant to predict the future and protect the village.
When you were born, your parents did it, but? you and the goddess were too compatible. Her power was overflowing, and your strong magic aura was enough to wake up evils that lurk between the worlds. But you were just a baby and you couldn?t use your power properly. You couldn?t defend yourself, and you were a danger to others.
Under your grandmother?s instruction, they sacrificed themselves in order to seal your powers until you were capable to access them.
How do I access them?
That?s something only you can find out. My job here is done.
I abruptly woke up. I was in my bedroom, and Master was sleeping by my side. Again, I could barely remember the time we spent together that night.
She was sleeping soundly, like an angel. God, I loved her so much.
I kissed her hair. ?I can?t understand half the things that are happening, but I?m so glad I get to go through it all with you. And it?s okay if you?re the one stealing my happy memories?, I whispered, sheltered by the fact that she couldn?t hear me or register my words. ?Anything is okay to me when it comes of you. I?m sure you have your reasons, and I love you.?
***
Have you ever wondered what Virgin Mary did while she wasn?t with Jesus?
Turns out that she had another child, but she was only 7 when her famous brother was crucified.
?Wanna know a fun fact??, Multiplier prefaced. We were all in our relaxing time, which consisted in researching ways to defeat Cert. So far, we hadn?t found a single weakness. ?Jesus is not the son of God. The translation got it all wrong. He was compared with God for his powers, but he was much nicer. Jesus actually came from a long lineage of people with strong healing and clairvoyance magecraft, known as The Prophets. Now, you might ask me: but aren?t woman the ones who possess this sort of power??
?I know this one?, Master declared. ?Back in the day women were afraid of being condemned for their powers, so they transferred them to their sons during childbirth. Some were forced by husbands and fathers to do so.?
Multiplier nodded and continued.
?Years after Jesus died, the Holy Ghost visited Joseph, Mary, and their younger daughter. It said It would grant each of them a wish. Joseph, who was already an old man, simply asked to live the end of his life peacefully. Mary, who missed Jesus dearly, asked to be granted a seat by his side in Heaven. As for the younger sister? she asked not to die from old age.
It was a poor choice.
Her powers were only around 1% of her brother?s, but she was hunted by emperors and weaponized by Christians since she was 17. Dehumanized. A tool. Knowing that she couldn?t die, the Church put her in a slumber for centuries, and stored in the Vatican like a doll, waiting for the right time to be used. Never aging, never perishing unless someone would actively try to kill her.?
Her narrative was enticing, like she was telling an epic.
?And what happened?? Cathy asked, literally on the edge of her seat.
?She was fine in the end?, she closed her eyes and smiled, creating a long, dramatic pause. ?A few decades ago, I was rescued by this very blond beauty in front of us. I owe Master everything. Sorry I wasn?t completely truthful with you all, but I felt that it wasn?t the right time. My true name was lost a long time ago, but I?ll introduce myself properly. You can call me Ada, the sister of Jesus.?
Instinctively, we all clapped. I noticed I had a few tears on my cheeks.
?I?m telling you all this because? I realized that I?ve been alive for a long, long time, and I?m ready to go. I should be the third sacrifice.?
?Are you sure? Your defensive powers are uncanny?, Red?ragon frowned.
?I am sure. I?ll make the Elder sister particularly strong. I think that helps more than doing the same thing Troyfall can do, or a ****tier version of Jeanne?s power?, Multiplier replied.
?Don?t say that! You?re amazing?, Jeanne embraced her.
?Besides, Troyfall and Sirensong will fight better if they are together?, Multiplier smiled to them. ?I?m really happy to go. It?s exactly what my older brother would do in my place.?
Satisfied with her answer, we all returned to our research. One by one, my sisters got up and went to bed, exhausted, until only Jeanne and I remained.
?Don?t you need to sleep?? I asked.
?This body can do with only three hours of rest, thanks. Besides, dealing with an evil god is pretty much a personal matter to me. Don?t you??
I couldn?t. So I decided to share my troubles with her.
?This voice in your sleep seems friendly and helpful, right?? I nodded. ?But she gave you a hard task. I?m supposing you can?t ask your grandmother??
?No. She died four years ago.?
?Did she leave you a final letter? Maybe she explained it cryptically.?
?Yes, but? I don?t have it with me. And I don?t remember the exact words either. I?d have to go to my parents? house to get it. And I?m obviously afraid some Cert?s lackey will harm them.?
?I?ll drive you. You wouldn?t believe it, but living in this age I got pretty good at driving avoiding pursuit.?
So there we went. Me and Saint Joan of Arc, a sacred young girl who my (adoptive) mother used to pray to. I couldn?t help but think she answered her prayers.
We listened to old synth pop during the two-hour drive. She was always pleasant, asking about my classes and how were things with Master.
I just said they were fine. For some reason, I was afraid to share with the others that I?ve been forgetting most things. Jeanne soon got distracted by the unassuming but pleasant suburbs where I grew up, with quiet streets and short yellow trees; it was autumn after all.
?I?m confident in my getaway driver skills, but I?ll ask you to be quick. Staying long might endanger them.?
I nodded and jumped from the car, immediately unlocking the front door. My younger brother was alone at home.
I hugged him and asked him to stay safe, apologized for not staying for dinner, then hurried upstairs and grabbed my special box, first making sure that the letter was still inside.
It was.
When I came back, Jeanne was crying alone in the car.
?What happened?? I asked, moving closer.
?I?m a manipulative monster. I couldn?t tell you yet, but what the hell. I had a vision of us losing because the Elder Sister wasn?t strong enough, so I did something really bad.?
?What did you do??
?I started persuading Multiplier to volunteer. And when she seemed convinced I? God, I?m so sorry? I got rid of Jimena.?
?Did you kill her??
?No, so much worse. I got her deported.?
I bit my lower lip to hold back a wave of anxiety. Jeanne looked so frail and miserable, so truly sorry. I gently tapped her shoulder. ?Hey, it?s okay. I?m sure she understands. She would hate to die in vain.?
?There?s one more thing, Sam?, she looked me in the eye like she was examining my soul. ?You know I?m not actually 19-years-old, right? I just don?t age.?
I nodded.
?I have manipulated way more people to change the dark future I foresaw. And to make sure I could save humanity right now I committed awful sins. For instance, I?m the one who told your grandmother to kill your parents.?
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