Birth of Prince
The God of Heaven strode purposefully into the grand palace, his presence as commanding as a storm's arrival.
He descended the majestic staircase with measured steps, his eyes fixed on the chamber where the Goddess was known to reside. Not one to be distracted by ceremonial greetings, he paid little heed to the soldiers who bowed in respect as he passed.
With the urgency of a flood racing through a narrow channel, he hurried along the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. His pace was relentless, a determined effort to cover every corner of the palace, as if he were a tempest piercing through the very fabric of the structure.
Glancing briefly over his shoulder at the other palaces that flanked his path, he quickened his stride even further. Finally, he reached the grand chamber that belonged to the Goddess—a place from which a radiant fairy had just emerged.
The fairy, adorned in garments that shimmered like starlight, fluttered out from the palace gate with the grace and dignity of royalty. As she passed, her voice rang out joyfully, "Congratulations, Your Highness!" The warm and sincere tone of her greeting made the divine air around her seem even more enchanted.
Upon hearing her polite words, the God of Heaven's heart swelled with joy. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he broke into a light-hearted run along the long corridor.
The sight of him dashing along the marble floors brought laughter and cheerful murmurs from the waiting maids and other fairies, whose delight in his playful haste filled the palace with a contagious merriment.
Before long, he arrived at a private chamber where the Goddess reclined gracefully on a bed, cradling a laughing baby in her arms.
The soft light of the room accentuated the gentle curves of her smile as she engaged in tender conversation with him. As he pushed open the ornate gate, the room filled with gentle giggles from the assembled attendants who found his hurried approach both endearing and amusing.
Stepping closer, he greeted her with a quiet yet heartfelt, "Goddess."
His tone was warm and affectionate, resonating with the familiarity and deep bond they shared. The Goddess looked up from her conversation, her eyes twinkling as she replied, "Are you alright?"
Her concern was genuine, even as the surrounding fairies continued to exchange amused glances and hushed murmurs at the sight of his dishevelled state.
He approached the bed and looked at the baby, whose innocent laughter and playful antics seemed to dissolve every trace of worry from his heart. Sitting beside the Goddess, he remarked softly, "He truly looks like you."
His words were filled with admiration, drawing a smile from the Goddess and sparking a gentle laughter among those nearby.
A nearby fairy, with a playful glint in her eye, teased, "His nose really resembles His Highness's." The comment sent a ripple of laughter through the room as everyone observed the baby's delicate features, so much like those of the God of Heaven himself.
Amid the light-hearted banter, the God of Heaven tenderly gathered the Goddess in his arms. In that silent moment, they savored the cool, calming air that drifted through the open windows of the chamber—a brief pause in time where only love and contentment reigned.
As the laughter subsided and the fairies gradually dispersed, leaving the couple in a quiet intimacy, the Goddess looked up at him with a wistful smile.
"Once, I asked you for a gift, but you never found the time to give me anything," she murmured softly.
"But today, your gift is more precious than ever."
Her words, filled with gentle affection and a tinge of playful reproach, melted away any lingering formality between them.
In response, he spoke in a soft, sincere tone, "I have always wanted to be by your side forever." His declaration hung in the air, a promise as enduring as the timeless halls of the palace.
Just then, their intimate moment was interrupted by the arrival of two venerable figures. The old man—the ever-present companion of the Heaven God—and the solemn God of Time entered the room, their presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. The Goddess, ever gracious, greeted them warmly. "Uncle, you're here as well," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.
The old man ambled closer, his eyes twinkling with pride as he remarked, "He is so cute. The entire heaven is blessed with him."
His tone conveyed both affection and a deep-seated hope for the future of their divine lineage. The God of Time, however, approached silently, his face etched with sorrow and the weight of unspoken burdens.
He murmured quietly, "My fortune-telling has never been wrong so far…" His voice was heavy with a melancholy that drew everyone's attention.
Summoning his courage, the God of Time turned to the Heaven God and said, "Your Highness, I am truly sorry to say this, but the Wheel of Time decrees that no one shall be born tonight in Heaven. And even if someone were to be born, they would be destined to be born dead."
His words, somber and foreboding, reverberated throughout the chamber, leaving a chilling silence in their wake.
He continued, his tone laden with despair, "I cannot fathom how anyone could break the Wheel of Time. Once someone interrupts its inexorable course, a completely new era begins—one that could disrupt the very fabric of existence and imperil the lives of all beings."
His prophecy, dark and laden with uncertainty, cast a heavy pall over the joyous atmosphere that had just flourished.
The old man, ever the voice of tradition and hope, interjected with a thoughtful observation, "When a god is born, the entire sky and heaven are filled with that god's light and divine attributes. But tonight, nothing of that sort has occurred." His words, though meant to console, only deepened the mystery that hung in the air.
Before the weight of their concerns could settle fully, a sudden shift in the atmosphere heralded the arrival of the God of Message. Appearing as if summoned from the very ether, he announced with urgency, "Your Lord, we have detected abnormalities with the prison of the eternal fire!"
His proclamation, resonating with an otherworldly echo, silenced the assembly. In that moment, the unmistakable sound of eternal fire—both a destructive force and a reminder of past sacrifices—filled the air, its ominous roar demanding attention and respect.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence was not just an absence of sound but a deep, reflective pause in which every divine heart weighed the implications of this new threat. The God of Heaven stood still, his eyes searching the distant horizon for any sign of the eternal fire's resurgence, while the Goddess reached out to soothe his troubled expression.
The old man, breaking the heavy silence, spoke softly, "Our hearts are filled with both joy and sorrow tonight. Joy, for the gift that has been bestowed upon us; and sorrow, for the ominous words of the God of Time. Yet even in these troubled times, we must remain steadfast."
His words, filled with wisdom and a quiet determination, resonated with everyone present.
In the wake of these revelations, the atmosphere within the palace grew charged with anticipation and uncertainty. Each deity present—whether in the warmth of intimate love or the solemnity of their eternal duties—felt the shifting tide of destiny.
The corridors of the palace, once filled with laughter and affectionate banter, now echoed with the foreboding of ancient prophecies and the threat of cosmic imbalance.
As the light of the eternal fire's call mingled with the soft glow of the palace, the Heaven God exchanged one final, determined look with the Goddess. In that unspoken moment, both knew that their joy was inextricably linked to the fate of the heavens.
Their love, fragile yet defiant, would be the beacon that guided them through the darkest of times.
And so, amid the mingling of jubilant laughter, gentle declarations of eternal affection, and the somber predictions of fate, the divine assembly braced itself for the trials ahead.
The message from the God of Message, coupled with the ominous words of the God of Time, had set in motion events that would test the very essence of their celestial realm. In the heart of the palace—within the sacred walls of Heaven In Void—a new chapter was about to begin, one in which love, sacrifice, and the unyielding pursuit of hope would stand as the pillars against the relentless tide of destiny.