“Come now, surely you know that a tree requires more than four roots,” they said. “A tree thrives with thousands of roots. We all had access to infinite strength. The number of branches now pales in comparison to what was. The strength of those branches was mightier than even your best witches of today.”
The idea of more than four roots, hundreds or possibly thousands of them. It seemed absurd.
“We have so much more potential, all of us,” they said. “We’re meant to be gods.”
“Gods? The audacity, the stupidity, the fanatical belief is pathetic.”
“An expected response from a small mind with a sliver of power.”
“A sliver that slaughtered you three with ease.”
“And think what you could be when The True Witch achieves her goal,” they said. “Imagine life after she properly completes her ritual. Godhood for all. Death but a fleeting, distant thing.Those lost souls, the infinite number, will be but a short visit away. We will all have the potential to traverse the universe in all its infinite glory.”
“You’re a delusional fool,” I snapped. “And I won’t let Amara or her coven force Tara into some terrible—”
“Terrible? Nonsense.” The Sisters Three scoffed. “Tara is the goddess of all. She will rule everything, everyone, everywhere. She will grant us the universe.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Yes,” they said. “The True Witch bore three children aligned with the stars above, casting rituals of old for promises of new.”
“Three?” I quirked a brow.
“One as a sacrifice to the gods of old who sleep eternal,” The Sisters Three said. “One to rule the demons of Hell. And one to reign over everything. Theodore and the abomination were brought into this world to ensure Tara had all she required for greatness.”
“Abomination?”
“The sacrifice.” The Sisters Three spoke with a venomous disgust. “A branchless thing.”
“Branchless?”
“Their mere existence is blasphemous.”
“I think I understand now.” I held back the need to recoil at their hateful emotions oozing in Winston’s mind. “You’ve been quite helpful. More so as a fragment than you ever were as broken memories in storage.”
“We can divulge so much more.”
“That won’t be necessary.” I retrieved their shattered, gnarled memories from my inner core and released them to the etherof the world. “There is nothing to be found there, only threads offering you a foothold in life.”
“Nonsense,” they said. “We are far too weak to be more than a whisper.”
“If that were true, you wouldn’t be so forthcoming.”
“You doubt our words?” The Sisters Three feigned offense. “Gods never lie. Our words are destiny, prophecy, law.”
“I believe what you shared holds truth to it,” I said, channeling my magic. “But I believe there are pieces you left out. Omitted to mislead me, mislead Milo.”
They tsked. “That clairvoyant is nothing to us.”
“And you are nothing to him, to anyone.” I clenched my fist, locking The Sisters Three in place. “It needs to remain that way. What is dead and gone should stay dead and gone.”
“But wait, you have a chance to make amends for your actions.”
I snorted. “Amends?”
“For standing against the gods, for opposing us,” The Sisters Three said with a pathetic pleading of desperation. “We can ensure The True Witch allows you into this new world, the world fueled by infinite magic unlike any our dimension has held.”
I isolated their fragment of being from the rest of Winston’s mind, ensuring not a trace slipped by and tucked itself away.
