Changes

When she first descended from the Glory, she was perhaps the litteral literal embodiment of the undeserving Hour, who hadn't been through - having avoided the same process than that all other others From-Fleshhave braved. Thus she She was known to only utter cryptic statements and making make impressive, yet ultimately empty pointless miracles take place, to cover up.The other Hours didn't expect more of her. In , in fact, they almost had a tinge of admiration in their disdain, because in their eyes, she was faking it, but faking it goodthough expertly. Most human cultists crave more seeming transcendance transcendence and high wisdom - meaning - more than the true occultknowledge, thus the Cantharide, uncomprehensible nature dispenser of most other Hoursinfinite "wisdom", drew followers naturally. She was good at keeping the masquerade of Hours being benefactors to mankind, and simultaneously not being powerful enough to be a menace in their her own right. A - a perfect PR, of sorts.

...But of late, this has changed. The Cantharide's pseudo-truths actually seem to hold more and more occult truth, as if she was truly channeling the immense powers she claimed she did. And to only make it worse, even she seems to have no clue why.

Lantern is for the Name-As-Truth. The Lantern is the platonic ideal, the unstainable un-stainable and perfect Truth hidden in the meaning. Those are not the mere names used by humans and their mutable selves: those are the names and titles of deities, the transcendent tenets of their legend, be they awe-inspiring or terrible, alluring or gruesome. Such appellations are true and unchanging in any point of any History. The Cantharide can’t modify or replace them, for theyre they're written in the ink of the Glory, but it’s within her power to exalt them, or subvert them, ever so slightly. For beings involved in the occult, When poets or scholars sing praises, when journalists slander, there grows the seeds of the Cantharide.

''The Captain discovers the truth during his journeys: but for to those truths, he gives no Names. The Abbess purges the souls of the deceased: but save for their sins, she doesn't name any part of them . The Eye sees all, but speaks not. ''

Grail (or Knock) is for the Name-As-Call. In all esoteric traditions, the true name of a being is a way to bind it, to appeal to it, to access its secret nature and merge. The Name-as-Call is Ecstasy when shouted in pleasure: it is Addiction when obsessively repeated. When your lover calls to you in a muffled moan of pleasure (or a shrieking shrill of fear), when a witch spits it in a curse or whisper whispers it in blessing, the weight of their claims on you is the Cantharide’s.

''The Fruitbat takes your desire and makes you forget it, by making you happy with what you have. The Dongolopticon takes your desire, becomes an even-better version of it, and makes you realize what you truly need. The Grim Pain takes your desire and uses it to torture you, so that the pain makes you feel 'll become less guilty for your desire. The Cantharide takes your desire, and makes it so big and all-encompassing that you're not its subject anymore, just its spectator.''

Her power does not wane, however, in any shape of form. In fact, it's rather the opposite: it seems to keep taking forms more and more refined and exaltatingexalted.... whose complexity seems to baffle even herself.

Her frequentations followers also indicate a shift. Dhile initially drawn to each other Hour like a moth to a flame, eager to see how her stimulating powers would influence them, she now seems to restrain herself, talking to each Hour only in secret, and individually, as if she had grown ashamed of her insistant insistent need for symbiosis.