Blackrose_Belle

Chantara is a Moonlighter, now the sixth of her kinds, chosen by the Orb. Though her hatred and dislike for mankind will disrupt her true purpose. Would she be like the rest, gone forever? Or would she heed to her call and save both the High Realm and the race of humanity?

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Hundred years ago, a world of all kinds of malicious atrocities was born out of the greediness of mankind. The hearth of the gods mysteriously vanished from the  temple of the High Realm, with a single soul unable to comprehend the possibility of the mystifying misfortune. Never in history had it been heard that a mortal could visit the High Realm and make it out alive, much less succeeding after an outrageous crime as such.

The Hearth was a concealed weapon, constructed and hidden by the gods to protect the people of the High Realm, as well as all mortals. With that much power stolen, havoc was wrecked upon the universe. The power of the gods slowly began to fade away, and mankind suffered all nefarious miseries. 

As an attempt to restoring balance, the Supreme of the High Realm sent members from the Councils of the Elders to earth, with a mission of recruiting five hero to restore the stolen hearth every new moonlight. Sadly, the councils lost five of it's members after each moonlight. 

With Chantara being the sixth Moonlighter, doom was highly expected by her kinds. But with the destiny of the universe, solely depending on her, Chantara is determined to succeed.

Chantara

"No. You will not do that, brother." Xerxes was saying to Balthasar, in an angry tone. The supreme was indeed furious at an attempt dared though by his brother. "You are not under the law."

"Law? Does that even works here at all?" Balthasar flashed furious eyes at his brother.

"Yes. And I would like to keep it that way."

"No. You are a fake, brother. Since when did you even care about laws at all? All your entire existence, you have never followed by the rules before."

"Whether you like it or not, Balthasar, I am the SUPREME! And I do just what it is that I want." His serpentine green eyes were murderous now as the supreme flared up. "I refuse to be lectured by a man who became a council member by mere accident."

Chapter Thirty Eight.