Chapter 1: I Began Everything.
Ceréves, Eldoria.
Religious Cathedral Practice Hall.
Thousands. Thousands And Thousands Of Linemen Sitting Upon Their Brim Rows Of Rosette Wood-Craft Chairs, Plattered Candle-Lit Ritualistic Symbols Along Their Sides.
The Nuns Stood At The Black-Fall-Watered Foundational Statues That Served Its Purpose As Pillars, Columned And Straight.
The Giant Gates Of The Cathedral Opened For Its Leader. The Celesté Priestess Guarded By Her Fairmen Acolytes. Six Of Them Exactly. Two At Her Right, Two At Her Left, Four Of Them Back-Handed Followed Accordingly From Behind.
" Welcome Everyone. "
The Priestess Followed Pursuit To The Majestical Stage With A Dreary Sigh, A Passage In Hand. Its Fable Leather And Cloth With Gold Adornings Hung.
The Laden Scriptures: 22 Parable Act 6. - Read The Title, In Black Carving.
" Ahem. "
" Everyone Stand. "
It Took One Command, For Everyone In The Cathedral's Court To Stand In Allegiance. Their Eyes Shadowed By Exhausted Bags Of Silver And Dark Purple, Sore. The Men Wore Their Neck-High Clads Of Goth. (Suits)
A Silver And Chromatic Pendant Draped From Their Necks. A Carved Ring, Its Carves Still Had Slight Ember Traces From Over A Thousand Years.
" By the blood of the first and the dust of the fallen, I swear my soul to the great and nameless law.
- Snap. -
Let my hands break the weak and my voice shatter the silence, for the path is not for the meek.
- Gash. -
Where rot festers, I shall cleanse with fire. Where the unworthy stand, I shall carve a new order in stone.
I am the fang in the dark, the blade in the storm, the hammer upon the frail bones of the old world.
By pain, I grow. By struggle, I ascend. By the weight of my oath, I am remade.
Let the cowards weep and the unfaithful scatter—there is no mercy in the march of fate.
So it was. So it is. So it shall be."
The Dark Wearing Audience Stood Quietly, To The End Of The Priestess's Words, They Clapped Ever So Loudly With Their Humble Faces Exchanging Either Good Or Plain Rotted.
The Pillar Blackwater Ran Cold, And So The Court Went Silent.
" Offer Your Sacrifices, Please. "
The Priestess Said Almost Commandingly, Nobody Seems To Notice The Exhaust Of This Practice. Ever So Significantly Draining. They Followed Pursuit To The Offering Column, A Liminal Purging Stone-Cup Of Blood And Little Blackwater.
Their Sacrifices, Which Were Their Necklace Rings, Were Taken Off And Bathed In The Fumes And Ritualistic Bloods, And Set On A Ancient Cast Of Wrap, Flower, And A Block Where It Would Be Burned To Incense The Cathedral In The Sacrificial Toxin.
There Called The Daily Prayer, Over.
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Blessings.
A Term Often Used By People Who Feel A Unconquerable Fear Of Life. Those Who Fear Life, Those Who Fear Death, Are Not Blessed. There Are Standards In This World, Wether To Be A King Or Man.
This Is How The First Heavenly War Began, In All Its....Power.
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Its Blur Was Crystallic, Green And Violent. The Holiest Of Holy Could Not Emit Such A Blur That Had Revved The Face Off A Pyromaniac Akuma.
They Were Wasps, Dragons, Man And Women Who Already Ate Cursed Apples From Filth Wrecked Orchards, Rather Than Simply Earning Their Power.
" Thats One Cursed General Down. "
Said The Polite-Like Blonde Aquatic-Ridden But Sandsy Majestic Man. Wearing His Angelic Hat Of Its Beige Laces And Gold Adornings, Black Piercings Etched Above His Lip, And Below, Dusking Into His Skin Like Widows. Gorgeous.
His Voice Was Seductive, Much Deep As The Deep Waters Of An Ocean.
He Seems To Emit A Tragically Beautiful Aura.
King Of Beasts: Eirian.
" Don't slow down, theres about a few generals more. "
Carelessly Spoke A Femme Doe Male, Rather Boy, Or Unknown Due His Age. The Same Piercings As The Last, Etched Into The Same Spots, Rather Traditional. His Outfit Sleek In Royal Blue, Emerald-Reflectant Gold, White.
His Movements Were Rather.....Fluid. Smooth And Fluxuous, As A Ballerina. Considerably Puzzling Due To His Stronger Legs And Slim Posture.
King Of Commandments: Orpheus
" Everyones Working Hard..."
Words Flew Kindly From This Flowery Man In Black Priest Robes, His Sixth-Kind Wings Seemed To Be Missing From His Shoulders. Long, Black Straight Hair, With Metallic Clippings Accentuating To His Spine, Throat, And Shoulders. Sharper Glasses Framing His Sides Of His Noise And Prettier Eyelashes.
King Of Restoration: Seraphithine.
The Group Were Cast In A Divine-White And Blue Sparkling Aura, Ammending Their Cuts Ans Bruises Before They Even Reached The Flesh. Healing, Not Regeneration. Although, Regeneration Was Common For These Celestials.
" This Is Enough. Thanks. "
An Echo Of A Deeper Mature, Strongly Female Voice Was Called From Plain Nowhere.
Well, No, From The Warping And Falling Skies, At Her Torso An Orbiting Maelstrom Of Insexts. The Air Drained The Color Of Life From The Horde Demons. The Amount Of Radiation And Poisoning Crunching Their Insides Like Numbers On A Calculator.
And Everything In The Legions, Including Every Station And Field, Hidden Magic Spots, Hiding Spots, Nest And Council To Bone And Graves, Was Washed Away By Filth.
Following Along, The Skies Darkened In A Rumble, Heavy Pouring Rain. It Was Only Possible For God-Caliber Angels To Create Weather And Condition. All Change Was Nulled By A Boundary ee Time And Logic.
Earthly Leopard Prints, Silver, And Dark Swayed In The Dark Art Of This Last Angel.
"Thats all of them, Nice Work. "
Her Short Beauty Of A Clean Cut, Wavy Hair , And Textured Softness Could Not Be Any More Opposing To Her Wildlife-Like Appearance.
Queen Of Arachnids: Hestia.
Time Flew By In The Godless Heavens, Lineages And Nobles Were Forced Into An En Populus Nire, Shielding Every Woman And Man Unto Their Residences. Not Until They Have Been Insufficient With Health Shall They Walk Outside In Cold Feet.
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En Populus Nire: (An Event That Makes All Reproduction A Top Necessity, Often Using Forceful Means.)
One Lineage Made Its Way Safely, But Quite....Horrifically.
The Elderly Fathers And The Broken Mothers Were Devoured By Their Children, Turned By The Law Of The Nihilistic Kings Of This Forsaken Realm, Which Ammends Some New,
Twisted Worship.
Although, They Did Fearfully Evade One Prophecy Out Of Wise Decision.
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" Looking At The Time, I Don't Think I Even Have Time To Put My Kids To Bed, Boss....Could You Please Reschedu-"
The Wide Eyed Figure Stopped Time In The Exchange Of Eyes, It Had Appeared Out Of Nowhere But Burning Ashes Left Behind By Mutilated Attackers. Or Defenders, But They Were So Mangled It Required Supervision To See Their Own Skin.
" Ah.."
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" Blackout. "
Uttered A Blackened Still Voice.
The End.