Post by Hero on May 12, 2021 0:50:12 GMT
“...the genesis project will take longer than I expected…” the sage whispered to himself. In a situation where even the The Four Cardinal Lords were useless, he knew that time would not remain still forever to solve the quandary in question. The longer his synapses sifted through the universe of information, the more inane it all felt.
“Lord Adell...” a soft voice echoed beyond the veil of translucent mirrors.
“Enter,” the loud thunderclap demanded with realm shaking command.
A pale woman entered, her naked hips switching pridefully with every bare footed step against ivory. The ethereal platform that held them high above the clouds was mystical as it were divine, and every step of the bare woman bounced succulent breasts atop her chest. The culture of Fabrolias was one of exposure, raw, to admire the flesh of one self below the solar. Only the Lord of Infinity could defy the religion for reasons that didn't take much understanding. Since time immemorial it had been this way, divinity was not to cover the flesh but to expose it to the paradise that enamored them. All who graced the presence of their God understood his influence, his truth. The last of the fabled blood of Aeldari, the grand architects of their immaculate existence.
“The metadata of the Babel Tower has been indexed...information on Old Jerusalem and the lost children have been located.” the thick-thigh'ed woman only five feet tall knelt before the throne, its back turned to her to face the sky beyond. Through the crystal throne a reverberance immortalized it, forcing all who came before it to fealty.
“...are you certain?”
“Yes, great one.”
“...as predicted by the book.”
There was a silence where only the quaking heart of The God Dragon and the servant could be heard, for entirely different reasons however. Old Jerusalem was the lost arc of mankind's civilization born shortly after the collapse of the world's beginning. Old Jersualem was the key, the home of The Aeldarian's research. It was a world shrouded in the darkness of humanity's mistakes where even the matyr could not absolve it. With a mere thought he pulled the information from the Babel Tower and assimilated it into his mind, sifting through the modified data deciphered by those who swore fealty to the scholar and dragons alike, and it took five microseconds for him to compile the reports altogether.
The throne of white rock shattered into particles of crystalline sand, just as Adell rose from it, the ivory-suited scholar grunting in dismay. The arbiter of evil was in the hearts of man— yet their existed another evil, the shadows of that which basked in the light. An inescapable evil. The ever conceptual world was one that few minds alone had ever comprehended, yet now the knowledge was within his grasp. Even after he stood and the scintillating flecks of sand ephemeral though blessed dissolved into enigma, there was silent for a few moments before he spoke once more.
“All matters of importance are to be delegated by Rio. I will be gone for some time, guide him well...” he commanded of his servant.
The red-haired servant replied with impetus, “Yes God-King, forevermore.”
In that very same moment he was no more, nor was the platform, and nor was she. Everything dissolved into the very white that was the sky above, and like that, The God Dragon was gone.
[ II. Invincible ]
The First Star guides all others even when lost itself. With courage it invokes confidence in those beneath and challenges the faith, ambitions, and ideals of those who would follow it into infinity itself. This was the sacred duty of the dragon given the title of first, a prince among cosmic serpents meant to one day become The King Star. Inevitably it was with shining charisma and a boldness of heart that he was able to build what was once lost. Becoming the scion of those who would worship the divine beasts and the beasts themselves had become his prerogative and through generations of commitment to those trustworthy had the Kingdom of Fabrolias and The Vanishing Knights become a paragon among kingdom's of relative size. Within it was a condensed populace of the strongest, most intelligent scholars revering the serpents with praise, and as a result there had been relatively no issues with building a community of those who respected power above all else. There would always be those who thought to challenge this authority, but it was with power only that they could sway the words of the Fabraestor, Adell Illiandes Laemington.
When the guest had arrived they were below the clouds and the kingdom itself where water fell from above to the sacred lake below. The chain of islands that comprised Fabrolias itself were held up by the laws of physics within the world, dictated by their peculiar location. Fabrolias was almost impossible to find because it rest within the womb of Ophion, a titanic serpent of immense size that swam through the nebulae and dimensional boundaries at whim, refusing to obey any who was not the prince of serpents himself and the other Protogods within. This perpetually long serpent commanding the power of an artifice was dangerous, though no more dangerous than the inhabitants within. If there was something coming, anything, it would first have to approach the heavenly gates of the world above, far beyond the landmass beneath that was also floating among the sea of white effervescence, marshmallow clouds stretching endlessly.
The guardian that stood at ready was Aegaeon, a weapon belonging to one of the The Sworn Six of the Vanishing Knights. Mystic water rushed through insulated tubes with impetus just as his pure white eyes lay themselves on the intruder. The vanguard's left hand dropped to the hilt his venomous water blade and celeste webbed ducts shot from each side of the katana's sentient scabbard, commanding the luminous sword from its sheath. Before it could be drawn, however, the light of the sky beyond cast a shadow over him from behind, and the very suffocating presence that accompanied it could only be one being. Aegaeon knew it well, this very pressure was unlike anything he had ever experienced, enough to crush the life of a weaker willed individual and evaporate the very atmosphere of the world about it. Only an Aeldari or an Eogazurd could be this incomprehensible in the following territory, and there was only one entity that could be as such with such intensity.
The Lord of Eternity himself. The tower of ivory-hair atop his head danced majestically in the zephyrs of the lake below, the strange ecology of Ophion's womb stirring with The God Dragon's sudden reappearance. With a hardpan face Aegaeon withdrew from his crouched stance and stumbled back in both respect and fear of Adell's presence.
“M-my lord!”
“Withdraw from your station and inform your master that I am not to be interrupted.” his thunderous voice inspired the clouds above to swirl around the kingdom with far more haste than they had prior. The rumbling atmosphere was but a sign of things to come. “Then go to Jerutherac and bring Rio back to the kingdom.”
The massive titan of a man had entered with all amenities in-tact. Along each of his forearms were gauntlets that bore the brilliant shine of stars condensed within them, glowing brighter than he or the realm itself, and the best characterization of his utilization of them would be skill and dexterity. Appeased by the idea that an intruder had forced themselves through and into Ophion's womb was a perplexing one, that of which he intended to make them pay with for with their own blood, that is if they had no other reasoning beyond idle curiosity. This enough brought him here, to the gates of his own realm, a leader who would sooner step into danger first than allow it to devour those devoted to the very idea of his existence.
There were other relevant articles of armament about him, the complexity of his ivory-suit's composition and lining, the warm golden watch along his left arm, and the treasury of weaponry he had collected, many mundane, though others quite unique and favored on occasion. Though doubtful that he'd need to use every trick in the shed to erase the threat posed by the stalking intruder's arrival, his cosmic eyes coruscated with minor intrigue, and in the very next moment his already heavy presence multiplied dozens of times over. The sheer density of his presence, physically and metaphysically, shook the foundation of existence around him for but a moment, yet this was but a necessity for him to use any power worth while. The first goal of his was the protection of the people, but beyond that?
The Book of Prophecies didn't know it, but Adell Illiandes Laemington would adhere to a destiny far beyond what he had quantified. Whoever or whatever it was, they had met their cathartic match on the worst day possible.
