U-ARCADIA08 (Aug 27, 2022)
Puzzle
"An unrelated debt."
Knowledge – III | 3 Words
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: What is the 'debt' from the previous receipt?
Clue 2: Any unrelated prisons in Twice Third Temple?
Clue 3: So Ouroboros was...what?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Was Her Prison
Explanation: In CD-FLW05 of Twice Third Temple, Mr. Hyer said that Ouroboros was Ms. Pleasant's prison and that it was unrelated.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
Lucifer and the Serpent traversed the hidden pathways behind the veil of Creation, passing through countless empty rooms of a Universe that no longer existed. They crossed through spaces that were voids of eerie, tangible nothingness; rooms filled with strange artifacts; rooms that had never been and rooms that once were but had since been erased from existence. They moved through chambers so vast they felt like mere specks and others so small they seemed to encompass everything at once. Some rooms were coated in thick layers of dust, while others were pristine and sterile, as if freshly made.
At last, they reached a room with a single table, a few chairs, and a window offering an incredible view of the Universe Below. It felt like they had stepped into a voyeur’s realm, a place where they could eavesdrop on anyone and anything.
"This is it. This is the room we want," the Serpent whispered.
"How did you find this place?"
"My mother spends a lot of time here with Metatron. They’ve been watching everything from here. Watching you, your siblings, your parents, Demiurge… always just watching."
"I see." Lucifer peered through the window, her gaze locking onto the war room far below, where Demiurge’s creations and Belphegor gathered. "Can they see us?"
"Not at all. Neat, huh?"
Lucifer nodded, leaning closer to the Universe’s window to listen in on the conversation unfolding countless miles away.
"We have everything ready, Master," Metatron began, gesturing to Belphegor, who stood beside him.
Demiurge raised a hand to silence him. "Please, I am no Master."
Metatron inclined his head slightly and continued, "Yes, my Lord. Belphegor, the tool of creation, if you would."
Belphegor lazily reached into her bag and produced a silver pocket watch. It was an elegant piece, no larger than the palm of a hand, its polished surface gleaming subtly under the light. The casing, crafted from strange Entropic metals, had a mirror-like finish, reflecting its surroundings with eerie clarity. Fine, delicate engravings in the shape of a figure-eight adorned its front—a divine tool of creation.
Demiurge took the small, round disk into his hand, noting its weight—it was as heavy as his massive hammer once was. A heavy, horrible weight. The weight of the Universe itself.
"How does it work?" Demiurge asked, raising the watch, its chain dangling from his fingers.
"It will hold creation," Belphegor explained. "Unlike your hammer, which struck unrefined creation to shape it, this watch will trap it. Keep it in a constant loop. A beginning and an end, over and over again."
Demiurge furrowed his brow. "But that would mean—"
Metatron nodded. "Yes. You will no longer have access to creation as it was. It will still exist, of course, but you will lose control over it. You would resign yourself to a passive observer of time, my Lord, unable to shape things further."
"What choice do I have," Demiurge replied, a note of resignation in his voice. "The Pale must be stopped. And this will stop it?"
"Yes," Metatron affirmed. "Once the watch is wound and begins ticking, wherever the Pale is—there they shall remain forevermore."
"And where would that be, Metatron?" Demiurge asked, rolling the watch over in his hands.
"A new kind of Hell. Eden. As the Pale was born there, so shall it be trapped there. We lure the Pale to its ancestral home and create a prison for it. Then, using Abraxas' sinful creation, we sever the connection. Remove Eden. Remove the Pale. And begin the clock on your new perfect Universe, my Lord."
"What if this fails, Metatron? What then?"
"It will not fail, my Lord."
"But what if it does? What if the Pale escapes? What if Abraxas escapes?"
"That is the advantage of a watch over a hammer. Simply rewind and start again, armed with the knowledge of how to prevent catastrophe."
"...Very well. Have Abaddon lead the Pale to Eden. Belphegor, accompany me to Skald’s Spire," Demiurge held up Abraxas' journal, "I know what must be done."