Among the Fae'shar, a prophecy was foretold. The prophecy tells of a saviour, a messiah who'll lead the Fae'shar against the Emperor and rule in prosperity. From this prophecy, many religions were created among the Fae'shar, each having different opinions and understanding about the prophesied messiah, but they all have one thing that they all agree. That the moment the messiah comes, all of Fae'shar will follow them even at the costs of their lives.
None amongst the scholars know when such an event will happen or even know which empire will fall and which will rise from the messiah's coming. Though some debated that the prophecy is told to control the Fae'shar, some even outright deny them, branding the prophecy as a plan for control by a false prophet.
There is also no mention of the prophecy of a messiah in the Setaraph, the book of revelations and secrets. So, the opinions of those who see the prophecy as false weigh heavy compared to the religious endeavours of the Fae'shar populace.
Regardless, the Fae'shar people still continue to worship the unknown messiah.
That is all I have to say about this topic, Dr. Roosevelt. I have abandoned any research of the Fae'shar and their culture due to the risks and danger, but I will write down some parts of the prophecy I have translated into the Yotaneese language.
"From the depths of the abyss controlled by spacetime, a catastrophe shall follow him. Evil will profess his name as he falls from the heavens with black wings. The Matyr of Trust, Trudging into the depths of Insanity. When the night truly becomes dark, only then will he sprout. Thus, the disease shall stop, and a new order shall rise. All will bow, to Paradise."
Above is one of the translated texts. Below will be another.
"He shall come so abruptly that you will be caught off guard, with him the corpse of the Fel Beasts he slayed. His blade will pierce the throat of your leaders, their blood will form a rushing river. Washing everything away, until only the Vi'Masyaf remains."
What I have found is that this prophesied messiah will be called the "Vi'Masyaf" or to Yotaneese, The Shield to Insanity. From what the messiah will be shielding the Fae'shar people is still up for debate. We can either take its title literally or conceptually, it really doesn't matter that much.
I hope this letter will at least help you in your endeavours, but unfortunately, I cannot give you anymore as I am lacking information about this topic. I can refer you to one of the Fae'shar friends I made when I was studying their culture, she may be able to give you more than I could.
That is all from me, Dr. Roosevelt.
Signed, Harry.
***
Tables filled with food, meals, and drinks, hunters of all sex and sizes sat and quietly ate as they enjoyed the soft music performed by a small band at the stage just to the side. Two skinny women dashed around, carefully avoiding the tables as they put the trays of food to their respective owners.
The only source of light in the entire bar was from candles and lanterns. None of the steamed powered light bulbs made an appearance, which Uril was used to. This made the bar look dark but comfy and peaceful.
Looking around, she saw the front desk and walked towards it, seeing a large man wiping a plate with a towel as he whistled a tune. Seeing a young woman walk towards him, he put down the plate and turned his attention to her.
"Excuse me.." Uril opened her mouth as her head hung slightly low.
Robert stared at her for a moment, noting her white coat and other behaviors, he gave her a smile, "You're not a Hunter, are you? I'm quite perplexed, most of the citizens don't know my bar exists."
Robert wore a tight fitting robe, wearing a gauntlet and a pair of boots, he didn't hide his face. A full beard, reddish eyes, and a tan skin with scars on his forehead to his left cheek.
"Ah? Ah, yes. A kind hunter helped me find this place."
"Oh?"
Robert raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That's.. Surprising."
"Is it?"
"It is, young lady." Robert then grabbed a glass and went to a barrel at the back while speaking, "Most of these Hunters don't like helping others, mostly because they don't have any socializing skills. They would rather hunt beasts than talk to people they don't know, especially the normal citizens they are protecting."
"…"
"Anyhow, what brings a lady like you in these part of the city? Here, carbonated water created from repfolk technology."
Uril softly nodded her head before taking out Rueben's letter and placed it infront of Robert. Then she grabbed the glass of sparkling water and stared at it for a moment before taking a sip as Robert grabbed the letter.
He opened it for a moment, before his eyes widened. Then he let out a chuckle.
"I see."
Then he folded the letter and gave it back to her. "Aya, can you come here for a moment?"
He shouted at one of the two waitresses, one of them rushed to him after placing all the meals and drinks.
"Yes, boss?"
A woman with a bob cut dyed pink hair, wearing a tight mix of a dress shirt and a long skirt paired with gloved hands and tight boots. Then, her face is covered with a veil. Although her face is hidden, from the form of her body, she would be a beauty.
"Fill a briefcase with atleast 10 sets of clothing, 5 boots and shoes, some coats..." Robert muttered while writing something.
"Also, give this to my wife."
Aya grabbed the paper and rushed out as Robert sat down.
"So, lass, how is he?"
Uril put down the glass and subtlety wiped her lips, "Oh, he's somewhat fine."
"Somewhat?" Robert cocked his head to the side while grabbing the finished glass and started filling it up.
Nodding her head, "Yes."
Uril then let out a sigh, "He's experiencing hallucinations. Its minor hallucinations mostly like objects and such. We didn't get some violent reactions while he's at the center."
Robert placed down the glass, "I see.."
Then he sat down again.
"Is he also experiencing nightmares?"
"Nightmares?"
Nodding his head, he crossed his arms together and spoke, "Back then, he gets these nightmares for 2 to 5 times a week. The nightmares are also about how humanity allegedly destroyed the world and how worshipping gods would be the only way to survive and such."
"Months ago, i told him that it may just been a bad dream or dreams in this case. But it slowly started appearing regularly, to the point that Rueben forgo sleeping and focus on hunting."
"I did tell him to rest and recover, but you know the bastard, he's a stubborn lout." Shaking his head, he continued, "It took the both of me and my wife just to convince him to get a rest, and that took a whole 5 months of convincing!"
Then he pinched his forehead, massaging them while remembering a distant memory, "Back then, that idiot fell unconscious while hunting a beast, definitely collapsed from exhaustion. It was lucky that a nearby hunter was watching him fight from the distance, if not, he would've been beast shit."
Uril let out a chuckle.
"After that happened, he slowed down a little. Then he went back to hunting inevitably."
***
Burning, sizzling, someone is cooking.
High heavens, low earth, man is erupting.
Sky high, choirs of destruction abiding.
Waiting for eternity, oh goddess blinding.
Deep within the void, a mass of flesh wriggled around, whispers constantly form words, actual, solid words that floated around the empty void.
The mass of flesh suddenly flinched, then it turned it's "eyes" to a certain direction, peering through that direction with its words, it saw another of its "kind" "crawling" through that particular direction.
It stared at it for a moment before trillions of billions of sentences formed around it, the being stopped itself for a moment before also following its "kind."
Heavens above, heavens above.
The Truman's influence is still around.
A chance, a chance.
Maybe a chance to escape, can be found.
***
"..." Uril heard a faint whisper from behind her, prompting her to turn her head around. Upon seeing no one there except for the hunters, she shrugged her shoulders.
"Here, little lass. A couple sets of clothes for that idiot. In this case are his combat clothings, 2 sets..." Robert put the clothes into a small briefcase that Uril can hold.
He cramped everything inside two briefcases.
"Come, can you lift all these?"
Uril stared at the two large briefcases before slowly shaking her head.
"...Thought so." Robert pursed his lips.
"Aya, can you call May here?"
Aya put down a small glass of wine on the table and hurriedly called her other coworker. Hearing that, May swiftly ran towards him.
"Yes, boss?"
"Help Ms. Uril carry these to Rueben."
May stared at the cases, then turned to him, "To Mr. Rueben? Where might he be?"
"In a medical center."
"Oh."
May nodded her head slowly, before saying, "The medical center? Who?"
"Rueben."
"That guy? Mr. Rueben Mortimer?"
Robert let out a chuckle as May stared at him in disbelief, she swiftly took off her headdress and slammed the counter.
"What happened!? Did that guy, ahem, gentleman finally croak!?" She spoke aloud, having a random bouts of excitement.
Robert stared at her for a moment, before turning to Uril, "I apologize for my employee. She has issues with Rueben, but she's the only one strong enough to help you carry all these..."
"Ah, i see.."
Hearing that, May turned to Uril and flexed her thin biceps.
"Lookie here, Ms.! Im plenty strong!"
Uril stared at her for a moment, before nodding her head. Then she started packing her things as May ran to the back of the bar and changed her attire from the wardrobe ag the back for the employees.
May came out looking comfy, wearing a thick trench coat with a dress shirt and a long skirt underneath, wearing a white mask with a veil covering the mask's mouth, a small hat with long gloves and black boots.
"How do i look?" May span herself for a moment before turning to Robert, who only nodded his head with a thumbs up and went to the back.
May sat down beside Uril in the counter and gave a friendly wave.
"Good morning to you!"
Uril flinched, and nodded her head, "Ah yes, good morning to you too!"
May let out a giggle as she bent her body forward to lean on the counter, "Im May Catrin from Ward 7, as you probably know, im a waitress of Mir Bar, one of the most cutest and sexiest waitress in the whole Victorian!"
She proudly placed her had on her chest as Uril looked at her dumbfoundedly, but fortunately, her rude gesture was covered by her mask.
"I see... Im Uril Marquee, an Inventor from Ward 8. Im not known for many things..."
May looked at her before letting out a chuckle, "Wonderful. I think the both of us are going to be great friends."
"Eh? T-Thank you for the compliment, i guess?"
"That wasn't a compliment. Anyhow, what brought you to this god-awful place? And what's up between you and Mr. Rueben?"
"Ah, he's... Kind of an idol of mine? Yes, and i interacted with him for a while now. He made a request, and i accepted it. Now im here."
Uril let out an uncomfortable cough while May whistled, feeling something in the air.
"Really? Then why's that as—gentleman in the medical facility?"
Uril gave it a thought for a moment, thinking that nothing will happen if she gave this information so she spoke, "He was MIA for 2 days and was found in a ward somewhere, now he's in the medical center to tend his wounds."
"Ah... Yeah, that checks out. Though its a surprise, he didn't immediately leave the medical center the moment he woke up."
"About that, he muttered something about the nurses and doctors being veteran hunters...?"
"Veteran hunters? When did that happen?"
The two chatted for a moment before May decided that they should leave before sunset. Looking at her pocket watch, she stood up and grabbed the bigger cases while Uril grabbed the small ones.
"Okay, lead the way, Uril."
Nodding her head, Uril held the case tightly. Just as they were about to leave, Robert came to the counter with a tray filled with trays of food.
"Before you leave, come eat first. Wouldn't want you two to starve going there."
"Ah, no need-" Uril wanted to refuse, but May put the cases down.
"Is it free of charge, boss?" She asked while grabbing the plates and gestured for Uril to sit down.
"On the house." Robert smiled.