Absorption

"Oh you're one of them?"

Pyralis barked out a laugh. "Ahhh… I see my family's reputation still leaves an impression." As far as she knew the work of the Abraxas had all but fallen silent. Whether they still toiled away in the shadows she couldn't say but there was far less open bloodshed and terror than there once had been. She thought it curious that Sparrow wouldn't have made the connection but in truth Pyralis could not remember if she'd ever given her surname. It was very likely she hadn't. After all, the name Abraxas stirred up so many feelings among those that heard it that sometimes it was best to discard the last name altogether for the freedom of anonymity.

"Ahhh my first follower. Well, I demand a sacrifice of good wine!" Pyralis' teasing tone bubbled up and fell like a wave, ending with a sigh as Sparrow asked her what being a god would entail. "That's the real question. We would guide the members of our family still bound in mortal flesh, and push on toward some untenable goal." Pyralis scowled. "To serve, to fulfill Abraxas' Plan, whatever the hell that is." Pyralis stretched. "A reconquering of the divine realms? Perhaps. Either way, only Abraxas has the power to awaken the divinity inside our spirits. If he deems us unworthy we simply cease to exist in any sense. Or spirit is turned to dust."