Aya Al-Rashid, her usual stoicism momentarily cracked by the sheer weight of Barry's revelations, seized the momentary lull in conversation.
Her gaze, sharp and analytical, darted from Klaus to Barry - seeking answer for her predicament.
"And what about us?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the lingering tension. "I was sired by Elijah Mikaelson. If, as you say, my sireline is preserved if he dies as a member of this group, what happens to me if he perishes outside?," Her voice started to strain towards the end," does his original death stands? Will I still return here, after the set time, despite his permanent demise?"
Her question hung in the air, echoing the fundamental anxiety of every vampire bound to an Original.
It was a question of ultimate freedom, of a new existence beyond the ancient curse that linked their very lives.
Barry's expression softened, a subtle nod of approval for her keenness. "An astute observation, Miss Al-Rashid. The answer is yes. Your bond to this place, now supersedes your bond to your sire. Should Elijah, perish not as a member, his sireline will indeed fall, as fate dictated. However," he emphasized, his voice resonating with ancient power, "your newly forged connection to this place, to your Seat, is absolute. You are a member of the garden now. Regardless of your sire's fate, you will return. The Axiom claims you first."
Aya's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of profound relief, quickly replaced by a cold, calculating satisfaction.
The ultimate freedom. The ultimate severance. It was a power beyond anything she could have ever dreamed of achieving with the Strix. Klaus, watching her, seemed to understand the implication, and for a rare moment.
Their shared disdain for their vulnerability turned into a silent, mutual recognition of this newfound, terrifying liberation.
Mikael, of course, merely smiled, a silent testament to the unending irony of their existence.
Barry let the revelation settle, allowing them to absorb the full weight of their new reality. They were no longer merely powerful supernaturals; they were something more, something intrinsically bound to a force that transcended even the most ancient curses.
"Now," Barry continued, his voice calm and reassuring, "the core purpose of the Astral Germinal. It is a secret gathering,"
" Here, you convene, exchange insights, and leverage the Axiom's vast resources." Marco began speaking as he straightened in his sit,"it's a place for mutual benefit, for shared knowledge, and for the expansion of your own power and influence."
He looked directly at Klaus. "As for that linking spell, Niklaus, the one binding your siblings to Finn? We shall sever it. And as it so happens, I'm already in Mystic Falls," He gestured towards Niklaus,"I will meet you later, and we can discuss the specifics of breaking that bond for good."
Klaus's eyes narrowed, a mix of disbelief and hope warring on his face. Barry, in his home? The thought was jarring, yet tantalizingly real.
Before Klaus could voice his thoughts, Qetsiyah spoke again, her gaze now fixed on Barry's earlier mention of "items." "What kind of items?" she pressed, ever pragmatic. "What exactly can this 'Axiom' manifest?"
Barry merely smiled, turning his gaze to Marco Dwanvigo, the Builder. "Marco, perhaps you'd like to take this one? It falls under your particular expertise."
Marco, the Builder, straightened in his Seat of White, a professional glint in his eye. "As my name suggests, 'The Builder,' my Seat oversees the creation and structuring of existence itself. With the right materials, the right energy, and the proper understanding of fundamental Principles... I can forge anything. You just need to know what you want, and have the means, or the leverage, to acquire the necessary components."
The members looked at each other, the implications of Marco's words echoing in the vast chamber.
A secret society, not for global threats, but for personal gain and power, facilitated by beings who could manipulate reality and offer meta-knowledge.
The gathering was a vault of infinite possibilities." What of me? I have business nor do I want to come back to life!!,"
"Well Mrs Qetsiyah, there's no problem with, you just need to resist the pull, when the to bring you back has come." Annabetha began slowly, but firmly," But make no mistake, the moment you come back to life, you can never stop the Axiom inevitable act of resurrection,".
Annabeth's final words hung in the air, the weight of unending imperative now settled upon them.
"The gathering concludes for now," Barry announced, his voice soft yet commanding. "You will be returned to your native realities. The Axiom is always accessible to those who hold a Seat. Learn your new Principle, understand your true name. The meeting will always take place at three, thirty pm on monday every two weeks, or when you find a reason significant enough to call upon the Axiom's attention."
Barry> "As for you Klaus, I will meet you soon, prepare for me."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the chamber swirled with familiar reddish light.
One by one, the individuals shimmered and vanished, leaving the silent, ancient hall once more to the silent hum of the Axiom.
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Thanks for everyone, who read up until this point.
I am officially calling for the end of the first volume.
Titled; The Astral Germinal: Volume I - The Unveiling