_Needing the service of the divine temple

Cargan

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As soon as Fionn left, he couldn't stop pondering about their discussion. Hell– those girls were daughters of prominent members of the line.

Nothing could happen or go wrong with them without a war with their families.

No, his high house scholars could not be used in this situation.

He also knew turning his brothers' notion down would seem as though he was breaking the vow between them all. The vow of being there for one another all through the saga of meeting up with the requirements of their curses.

They all knew if one person was sick, the whole lines would be affected as natural elements controlled by the sick prince would begin to malfunction in all the other lines.

Moreover, Fionn's divine citizens were dying from the bond disease. Definitely, Adramelech's people would be dying too.

Still, the streak of death in Fionn's line was the highest as he had been sick occasionally from the sickness of his other lazy brothers.

Adramelech was definitely exploiting Fionn because he could as well tend to all these errands that Fionn was running. After all, it was his mistake, not Fionn's.

He knew Fionn would definitely know it too but his helplessness left him to remain being used. He was probably running around to save his people.

Of all the seven lines, the air-line, thunder line, and his line were the only ones to not have the record of missing their requirements for a decade now.

Even though of all the three prosperous lines, his own requirements were the heaviest even though his brothers thought otherwise. They would say he had fun as a requirement and not punishment.

He knew just how much he hated to have to sleep with women every day of his life.

He could not even have just a damn break!

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He was getting worked up again. He needed to do something but he had been caught up in a tight corner at the moment.

He could not ditch his brothers nor could he allow anything to happen to the new divine girls under his care.

Except...

Celio did report to him that the blue-haired one was a nobody.

True, he hated to take advantage of status and step on the poor but in this situation, sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good.

One person needed to be used to save the lives of many. He knew it, his brothers knew it too.

They've been doing it for centuries and they've been doing it well. Well concealed from the general public that no one knew what was going on with them.

Although, rumors did fly around but they have been doing a good job of burying them.

If at all anybody discovered their secret, they'd have them killed before they could tell it to another and if they did tell another—they would make sure to wipe out the number of ears that had listened.

He and his brothers, none of them were saints.

If the people find out just what they've been up to, they would definitely see them as monsters or villains but in actuality, they were the real victims.

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"Celio?" he called on to his friend who was still standing a few meters away from his desk, watching him think.

Abruptly, Celio had closed the distance between them and was beside him.

"Your eminence?" he demanded with a bowed head.

Cargan was in no mood to correct the boy and remind him to be casual. "Get Anya in here," he commanded.

"I will be back." Celio had gone out of the door to tend to his order.

It would have been easier to contact the woman if she wasn't so against using technology. She would refuse a phone or any other system he had offered her to aid easier communication.

Celio would have to drive down to the high house temple.

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He continued to brood and in wonder of how to save Adramelech quickly and ensure none of his other brothers failed in meeting up with their requirements this month.

His people were already getting worked up about the failure in manifesting ice.

Not even the refrigerators were working. The heavens had been showing them how technology could never beat their rules.

Now, if failure to manifest fire also persists, his divine citizens would surely come to the conclusion that his brothers were trying to wage wars against his line.

Garret and Valda even had the guts to come say that to his face. It was just a matter of time before things got out of hand.

He needed to help. Anya should get here first.

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It did not take long for Anya and Celio to arrive. Cargan could not help but laugh inwardly when he saw how quickly they have arrived.

Anya was against technology but she would take cars and planes as a form of transportation.

Who in the bloody sand was she kidding?

Draped from head to toe in white, her black hair sleeping firmly on her head while her garments sweeps the ground was high priestess Anya. Even though the fabric was covering the nakedness of her feet, Cargan knew her feet were bare.

She would never wear shoes or sandals.

"Divine prince Cargan. May the heavens shed their lights on your immortality." she curtsied with her head bent in respect.

Anya was a heavenly personality. Owing to the battle with the heavens that he and his brothers had been fighting all of their lives, he was supposed to dislike this woman.

But Anya was one of the people in the high house whom he was not only fond of but respected. Not that they shared any personal relationship but he always find himself liking people who were aware of his curse and still never looked at him with judging eyes.

"Have your sit, Anya. How have you been? How has the divine temple been?" he inquired.

Celio had returned to his standing position, keeping watch beside the door.

Anya obediently took her seat, folding her overflowing garments about her body.

"The holy temple has been going well and I have been fine, your divineship. Although, it would be better if you frequent the temple more. You should not slip too far away from the heavens so that they could bestow their mercy upon you—"

"And we find the divine cure." he finished for her.

He was not a fan of the divine temple but no matter how hard he tried to visit periodically, Anya would never be satisfied. She would still recite why it was paramount for him to visit the temple.

He was getting tired of pleading with his punisher to show their mercy on him.

By now, he was beginning to think that if a cure should emerge at all, it would not come from the heavens.

Maybe, just maybe waging war against the heavens would prompt them to send the cure to this everlasting pit of agony they had dropped on them.

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Ignoring everything the woman had said, "I stand to believe you are aware of the new high house scholars for this year who had been admitted?" he asked.

"Of course divine prince Cargan, everything about the line and the high house concerns me and none leaves my ears," Anya replied.

Somehow, Cargan noticed the grey strands of hair on her dark eyebrows. The woman was getting old, he noted.

"Very pleased I am to hear that from you Anya." Cargan began. "I need your service concerning the girls." he finished.

As if Anya had been expecting such a statement from him, her gaze went up to meet him for the first time since she arrived in the room. "I and the holy temple are always at your service your divineship." she gave him a motherly smile.