Mundane Lives: Vulkon of Corzox

[Pristine Chapels: Sanctuary]

"Let the ritual commence." the child like [Incarnation] commanded.

His voice boomed across the sanctuary. There was a platform at the center of the sanctuary, engraved with various sigils and runes forming an archaic formation. There were four smaller circular platforms surrounding it, 

Several priests guided Vulkon to a platform, where his bulking figure stood at the center of an archaic formation. Several reapers dressed in black suits surrounded the platform, with their weapons ready. Many saints flew into the sanctuary and hovered above the platform, chanting in chorus.

The robust [Incarnation] with magnificent silver-white hair, descended upon platform. His piercing blue eyes staring down at Vulkon with intrigue. He knelt and placed his palm over the archaic formation. Several sparks flew out from his palm revving the formation into action. Then he went and stood on one of the four circular platforms lighting it up.

Runes and arcane sigils spun in circles, revolving around Vulkon. The Silver haired [Incarnation] levitated spreading his arms in a grand gesture as several sigils sparked to life, glowing brightly. These sigils vibrantly spun around Vulkon, moving closer and closer to him.

The saints were chanting in the background.

The [Incarnation] then swirled his hands creating a vortex, assimilating some of the brightly shining runes together. These runes culminated to form the sacred rune of inspiration [Dagaz]. Then he pointed his finger at Vulkon.

"Where do you hail from?", inquired the Silver Haired [Incarnation], in a grim tone.

"The [Dragon-Keep: Corzox]." replied Vulkon, as the rune of [Dagaz] revolving around him latched onto his back searing into his skin, resembling the shape of a soaring eagle. 

"One of the extreme sectors, huh. Never expected those rift-borne to a sire a demon like you.", said the Silver haired [Incarnation], smirking. He unleashed huge charges of lightning across the archaic formation, aligning a new set of runes and sigils, as the saints increased the tempo of their chants. He swirled his arms around separating the sigils into two groups, one group was shining brightly while the other resembled the bark of an oak tree. He raised his hand forming a fist and assimilated the bright sigils in the shape of a lightning.

The lightning struck Vulkon's back, charging the incantation of [Dagaz]. The child like [Incarnation] hovered above the archaic formation, occupying one of the three remaining circular platforms. He stretched his right arm forward, as he summoned a golden spear with the left. Several wooden vines grew out of his arms binding the sigils together forming the symbol [Walknut]. He stomped his spear on the circular platform, sending forth waves of golden light. The oak runes responded to the golden light by assimilating into the great rune of wisdom [Othala]. He pointed at Vulkon, and spoke with a grim and childish voice-

"What value does [Yggdrasil] hold to you?", he asked.

"Home.", Vulkon replied, as the rune [Othala] latched onto his right arm, binding onto his skin like a bark of a tree. It took the shape of a raven. The saints further increased the tempo of their hymns. Sonorously chanting louder and faster.

"Where does the supreme faction [MYRIAD] stand in your heart?", The child like [Incarnation] inquired.

"Friends that I can trust.", replied Vulkon, as the symbol [Walknut] sent forth huge waves of Golden light charging the incantation of [Othala].

The child like [Incarnation] got startled for a bit, but then was intrigued by Vulkon's answer. Glaring at Vulkon, he grinned.

"Very well then.", he mused, as he stomped his spear yet again. Huge waves of golden light gushed forth across the formation, clashing with the powerful lightning storm. He then raised his spear high and swirled it over his head. The saints hymned at a steady pace. The symbol [Walknut] became more vibrant and sturdy, as it got assimilated with more sigils.

The saints began to chant at a steady pace in a flamboyant tone.

The white haired [Incarnation] aligned a new batch of runes and sigils. These were formless, shrouded in grey mist. The Deity of Dreams [Hypnos] descended upon the third circular platform, shrouded in a formless, swirling mist. The sigils started warping and runes glowed softly, as mist slowly shrouded them. The Saints steadily rose their chant to a high treble. Their voices resonating together, echoing across the sanctum.

[Hypnos] shrouded Vulkon within the mist, as he assimilated the softly glowing runes into the grand rune of persona [Laguz]. The sigils accumulated in a formless grey vortex. The mist solemnly gazed upon Vulkon, as it spoke-

"What do you desire, demon?", a raspy voice resounded across the platform.

"To reunite with myself.", declared Vulkon. The mist completely wrapped itself around him, as the rune [Laguz] shrouded his arms formlessly drifting like a cloud. [Hypnos] grabbed the vortex of sigils as it latched onto the rune [Laguz], shaped like a string. The sigils softly glowed white within grey mist, charging the Rune [Laguz]

Suddenly, the room started becoming colder and colder, as [Hades] the [Sovereign of Erebos] descended down a flight of pitch black stairs. The Saints voices became grim and their tone grievous. They whispered their chants, it echoed across the walls of the sanctuary. Resonating and reverberating.

The shadows of the sanctuary became darker, the arcane formation became bleaker. The white haired [Incarnation] shone brightly amidst the darkness, and prepared a new batch of sigils and runes from the archaic formation. Black suited [Incarnations] hovered above the platform pointing their weapons at Vulkon.

"Chant the final hymn.", commanded the child like [Incarnation]. The priests surrounding the platform joined the saints along with the Black Suited Reapers. They chanted in unison as their voices sonorously sang the hymn. The chorus increased their tempo, the whispers becoming louder and louder.

[Hades] occupied the last remaining circular platform and snapped his finger. Shadows crept out of archaic formation, dousing the runes and sigils in darkness. The pitch black runes assimilated to the pristine rune of death [Eihwaz]. The sanctuary grew even colder. The chill crept into Vulkon's spine and seeped into his mind. The sigils combined to form a cold dark blade, which struck Vulkon and stabbed him in the chest.

Vulkon smiled in ecstasy, overwhelmed with anticipation over the final culmination of the ritual.

[Hades] pointed at Vulkon, and said-

"Who is your sentient?".

Vulkon's face turned grim and serious, he glared at [Hades] viciously.

"I am not telling anyone his name, you will all know when the time is right.", he replied to [Hades].

"That... is not the answer I am looking for.", [Hades] said, as he cast an ominous and vicious gaze upon Vulkon. The dark blade glinted, and further impaled him. Vicious shadows crept out of it, into Vulkon's spine. The shadows seeped into his mind, forcefully trying extract answers from him.

Vulkon tried pull the sword out of his chest, when several strands of darkness grabbed hold of his hands, as the reapers tried to anchor him in place. 

"AAAURRGHH!!!", roared Vulkon.

"I will ask you one more time, name your sentient. Which entity sired you, NAME IT!!!", [Hades] bellowed over Vulkon's loud and tremendous roars.

Vulkon kept roaring. As he tried to fight back the shadows, as he tried to remove their presence. The reapers strained as they circled around him, tugging the strands of darkness to restrain Vulkon.

The chorus chanted with a ominous and grim tone, with their voices heavy. Their whispers weighing down on Vulkon.

"Cooperate.", said the child like [Incarnation], with a grim and annoyed expression. "Tell us what we want to know and this will be over."

"I told... I told you what I had to, you will know the name when the time is right!", yelled Vulkon.

"AANNDD... When will that auspicious time arrive, demon!", roared the white haired [Incarnation], with an intrigued smile on his face.

The chorus further raised their tempo, increasing the pressure exerted on Vulkon.

Vulkon's eyes turned blood red, as his purplish-black slits warped. Several strings of dense purple color appeared, as it ensnared the shadows within it. Purple waves resonated across the sanctuary, echoing at anything it touched, the sanctuary started distorting, vibrating in huge disproportionate waves.

Everything inside the sanctuary became warped and wavy.

[Symphony]

Vulkon's eye slits gleamed bright purple. Vulkon started tugging the strands of darkness, flailing the reapers along with it, throwing them across the room. He grabbed the dark blade with one hand and pulled it out of his chest. His chest healed, as the wound got sealed. He cast an ominous gaze upon the four gods, grinning wildly as dispelled the blade.

The four gods sighed as they struck forth. Lightning, arcane, mist and darkness surrounded Vulkon. He stared at them indifferently as he struck out his right palm, the sanctuary warped and distorted. The purple waves rebounded across the sanctuary targeting the four gods, who got wrapped within an avalanche of kinetic waves. Lightning and mist distorted going everywhere inside the room, arcane phased through Vulkon who stood unphased from the attack, and he immediately warped away from darkness.

Vulkon raised his left hand over his head and clenched it. The purple waves across the room resonated as they concentrated on his fist. His fist started phasing vigorously and a violet crack appeared in space, he almost broke through [MYRIAD] when-

"Let us all stop here.", said Jesus as he stepped in, raising a wall between Vulkon and the four gods. "We have no reason for resorting to such drastic measures. Some answers should not be forced, let his mystery reveal in due time."

The archaic formation shattered and drifted apart. The purple strings dissipated as well as the lightning, mist, arcane and darkness. Everyone calmed down, as the chorus ended.

Silence, complete silence. No one spoke a word. The four gods glared at Vulkon, who just kept grinning at them. A group of priests led him out of the sanctuary. Everyone else soon followed, saints and reapers left as well.

Only Jesus Christ and the four gods were left.

"Vulkon has hidden nothing from us, he answered everything truthfully.", Jesus continued. "The last question is very personal and sensitive, but he didn't lie."

"He still denied answering it.", said the Silver Haired [Incarnation].

"He also said everything would be revealed in due time.", replied Jesus. "Trust has to be mutual not one-sided, we should trust him as he is trusting us."

"Brother, the results of the ritual are clear.", said [Hades] talking to the Silver Haired [Incarnation]. "The demon has no ill- intentions regarding [Yggdrasil] and genuinely trusts us as allies, more than that as friends."

"What bothers me is that he has the same worldview [Walpurjis], some of our recent [Incarnates] have the same worldview as well.", he continued. "And the most intriguing thing about him is, unlike the other demons he has not been abandoned as a flaw, but still has his sentience."

"That explains his ambition to 'Reunite with himself'.", chimed in [Hypnos].

"So all of us are in agreement then.", said the child like [Incarnation]. The other gods nodded.

"So it is decided then, Vulkon is accepted to the fold.".

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