“Veil of Eternity: Alzeria’s Desperate Flight” [CHAPTER:01]

"Alzeria, what a pitiful goddess you are! Honestly, it has been a century, yet you remain a failure in the realm of gods. Your existence is a stain on our reputation. I would advise you to surrender and perish; otherwise, I will compel your demise in the next council of gods."

With this ominous warning, the woman exited the room where the conversation occurred.

The room, adorned with gilded tapestries and flickering candlelight, seemed to hold its breath. Alzeria, the goddess in question, stood there—an ethereal and tragic figure. Her once-lustrous wings drooped, their iridescence now dulled by centuries of disappointment. The weight of divine expectations bore down upon her, threatening to extinguish the very essence of her being.

"HMMM! What should I do? If I remain passive, Grace will undoubtedly strive to obliterate not only my existence but also my world's." Alzeria's voice echoed through the chamber, a fragile melody of despair.

Her crimson gown clung to her form, its fabric as rich as spilled blood. Glowing red eyes surveyed the room, seeking answers that eluded her. Bold red lips, once kissed by celestial winds, now quivered with uncertainty. Her alabaster skin, translucent as a moonlit pearl, held secrets—the kind that could unravel galaxies or ignite wars.

"I should ask Ravena for help," Alzeria murmured, invoking the name of the enigmatic sorceress. Ravena, the weaver of forgotten spells and keeper of ancient grimoires, dwelled in the shadowed corners of existence. She alone possessed the knowledge to mend fractured destinies.

And so, with determination burning in her core, the red-hot lady unfurled her wings and soared beyond the celestial veil. Her journey led her through cosmic storms and forgotten constellations until she arrived at Ravena's hidden sanctum—a place where time flowed backward and dreams took corporeal form.

Meanwhile, on Earth, a great audience had gathered—a sea of faces, each harboring its own story. The air crackled with anticipation, like static before a thunderstorm. Banners fluttered, their messages etched in ink and fervor. It was a rally, a chorus of dissent echoing through the city's veins.

"Do you know what's unfolding here?" A passerby asked another, their voices hushed yet charged with urgency.

"Are you unaware of the situation? Do you not read the newspapers?"

"Well, I'm not much into politics, but please enlighten me."

"Observe that young man standing on the stage. His name is Milio. Behind the curtains, he toiled to expose the monarchy of this kingdom. He claims to possess substantial evidence implicating the monarchs and religious organizations in corruption and other illicit activities. His group has now brought these revelations to light."

"Remarkable! But do you genuinely believe the king and the royal family are involved?"

"It's hard to say, but my gut tells me we need a revolution. We don't require a king; we need a more democratic approach. Let's see what Milio unveils."

And so, In the heart of the city, a colossal crowd surged—a tide of anger and hope. Banners and posters bore witness to their discontent, demanding the king's removal from the throne and the dismantling of the monarchy. The public's fury crackled like wildfire, fueled by whispers of betrayal and hidden power.

"Hello, citizens of my country!" Milio's voice boomed, amplified by makeshift amplifiers. "I am amazed to see you all raise your voices against evil. Remember, you are not alone; we stand united. I am Milio, leader of the Republican Democrats, challenging the corrupt and malevolent king."

His words ignited a spark—a promise of change, a revolution brewing in the hearts of ordinary people. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows on the city's cobblestone streets, Milio continued:

"It all began two years ago when I served in the royal palace after completing my education. Initially, I turned a blind eye to their plans—increasing taxes to sustain their opulent lifestyle. But fate led me to a prisoner, unjustly jailed for treason. His story enraged me; do you know of the infamous criminal organization, 'The Eye'? It thrives under the kingdom's protection."

The crowd listened, their breaths held, as Milio unveiled secrets that could reshape their world. And in that moment, beneath the watchful eyes of stars and revolutionaries, the fate of nations hung in delicate balance.

In the palace's hidden chamber, he confronted the truth—the kidnapped women and children, their eyes hollow, their spirits broken. The kingdom, their captor, auctioned them like chattel in distant Eastern markets. Milio's gut clenched; the room reeked of despair.

As he recounted this revelation to the crowd, silence descended—a collective gasp, a rupture of trust. The king, revered as a fatherly figure, now stood exposed. The anger Milio had sought to ignite blazed forth, consuming hearts and minds. The people, once loyal, now felt betrayed, their faith shattered like fragile glass

In the celestial realm, where stars danced and galaxies weaved their cosmic ballet, Alzeria sought solace. Her ethereal form, clad in midnight hues, drifted toward Raven—the enigmatic goddess of grimoires. Raven's eyes, obsidian pools reflecting forgotten secrets, met Alzeria's tear-streaked gaze.

"What troubles you, my tiny goddess?" Raven's voice resonated like ancient incantations, soothing yet laden with knowledge. She cradled Alzeria, her lap a sanctuary for celestial woes.

Alzeria's sobs trembled through her delicate frame. "Grace," she whispered, invoking the name of the divine overseer. "She decreed that I mend my fractured world. Failure means erasure—a cosmic oblivion."

Raven's fingers traced constellations on Alzeria's brow. "That impertinent deity," she hissed. "Does she forget how I once made her my pet, a mere plaything before the celestial court? Perhaps she needs a reminder."

The room pulsed with Raven's anger—an inky aura that fractured windowpanes and stirred forgotten winds. Alzeria clung to her resolve. "No, Raven," she implored. "This time, I must prove my worth. My kingdom languishes, its people ensnared by darkness. How can I make it better?"

Raven's eyes softened, glimpses of forgotten eons flickering within. "Listen, Alzeria," she murmured.