Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Dreams ❯ The Heretic ( Prologue )
Prologue: The Heretic
Deval, Supreme God of Heaven, glanced down at his subordinate irritably from his throne hidden in the mist that enveloped the chamber. His black eyes were filled with boredom; his gray hair was ruffled and unkempt from his many restless nights. He folded his arms, his entire body hidden in the wraps and layers of his thick robes. His subordinate, Ryan, began to sweat under the gaze of the Supreme God. The way Deval's eyes watched a person was unnerving. It seemed to penetrate deep into the depths of the person's soul, and there had never been a person who had been able to stare straight at Deval's face without faltering.
"Well? What is it?" Deval snarled. "I don't have all day to wait for you to stutter and stammer for an answer."
"Y-your Lordship," Ryan bowed respectfully, trying desperately to hide his gaze from the immortal being before him, "I-I bring news from the mortal realm. I-it seems t-that a heretic has been born." Deval's eyes widened, and they suddenly seemed to sparkle with energy. He nearly leapt off his throne.
"What?" He thundered, his hands gripping at the sides of his throne tightly. "Who dares to break the rule of Heaven?"
"It was Tayur, the God of War, and a human, your Lordship." Ryan was starting to wish that he had never accepted this assignment. Deval was practically frothing at the mouth. The Supreme God suddenly vanished from his throne with a burst of light, and appeared in front of a stunned Ryan, picking up the latter by his collar.
"What has become of them?" Deval hissed.
"The dragon was killed by a group of demons, your Lordship. Tayur is currently being held in custody at the Chamber of Swords, with the child." Ryan never even got to finish his sentence when Deval vanished again, leaving Ryan, spooked, in the middle of the chamber. Ryan slumped to his knees in a dead faint.
"That does it. I'm going on a long, long break."
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The Chamber of Swords was normally a quiet, tranquil place Tayur liked to frequent in his free time, when he wasn't down in the mortal fighting off demon hordes. But now, the chamber seemed to be foreboding, the various weapons that hung on the marble walls appeared to gleam with a menacing light. The normally cool mist that covered the perfectly polished marble floor seemed to chill him right to the bone. Tayur shivered and fastened his cloak, while holding his son protectively in one hand. He knew the punishment for bearing a child with a mortal. He knew that soon, Deval would be coming down to personally execute him, the God of War. He unclasped his sword and hung it up carefully on a wall, and stepped back, eyeing it wistfully.
"Tayur." Deval appeared in a flash of light behind the God of War. His tone was filled with disappointment and anger. Tayur did not move. He had been expecting this, after all.
"I thought that you, of all people, would have understood our laws." Deval shook his head. His right hand was pulsing with a pink light.
"I loved her." Tayur said softly, hanging his head. He then turned around and faced Deval, his gold eyes burning with rage, his fists tightly clenched. "I loved her, damn it!" He repeated, loudly. His words seemed to emphasize the blood on his armor. Demon blood. After he had discovered how his wife had come to her brutal end, Tayur had gone on a rampage, eradicating all demons in the vicinity.
"Hmph." Deval apparently did not believe Tayur. His gaze fell upon the child that Tayur was holding with one hand. The child had midnight blue hair, his right eye was a cross between crimson and violet, his left eye was a brilliant gold. He was sound asleep.
"Eyes of different colors…" Deval commented, shaking his head in disgust. "The mark of a heretic."
"You're not going to execute him as well?" Tayur asked desperately. Deval shook his head.
"No. The child is innocent. You, however, are not." The Supreme God said grimly. Tayur seemed comforted by the knowledge that his child was going to be all right. He laid his son down on the floor carefully, straightened himself, and looked at Deval straight in the eyes.
"Please take care of him." He said.
"I can't promise that… He's a heretic. Others will try to make sure he stays out of their lives." Deval returned, his tone switching to one of sadness.
"I… understand…" Tayur muttered. He closed his eyes. "Please proceed."
Deval raised his right hand, which was by now holding a throbbing pink orb. He held it in front of Tayur. Tayur stiffened as he waited for the blow. He would miss the world he had lived in; he would miss fighting in the mortal realm; but most of all, he would miss his family. He was leaving his son behind in Heaven, all alone, a heretic to all. He envied the mortals. They could, at least, pray to the gods for their blessings and guidance. But he, he could not pray to the gods. The gods were the ones who were going to execute him. The gods were the ones who were branding his son as a heretic. There were no gods to pray to.
Deval released the orb.
Tayur felt a stinging sensation as the orb sank into his body. Bolts of electricity seemed to spread within his body. The agony was terrible. His eyes snapped open. Then the pain ended as soon as it had come, and darkness overcame him.
Tayur slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed over. It was over. The God of War was dead, his soul taken from his body by the Supreme God. Deval stood silently over Tayur's body, in his right hand hovered a revolving pink pyramid, within it was Tayur's soul, a small white orb, convulsing at its hideous fate. The Supreme God sighed. He picked up the child with his left hand, who was by now wide-awake.
"Come along now, child." He said, disgruntled. He began to recite the short spell to teleport him out of the Chamber. As he recited the words, the child looked up at the cold, unfamiliar face. A fear ate at him, and the child began to cry.
The two vanished in a burst of light.
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Deval shuddered as he stepped out of the Chamber of Souls. No matter how many times he had gone in there, it never failed to spook him. There were thousands and thousands of tiny pyramids, hovering in the air, revolving slowly, and occasionally giving a short glimpse of the soul inside. There was no lighting in the chamber, and it added to the eeriness. He had quickly released Tayur's soul, and escaped from the room.
He looked down at the child. He had cried himself to sleep, and was now looking afraid even in his sleep. Deval sighed again. It never was easy separating a child from his parents. Add that to the fact that the child was a heretic, a living abomination. He stepped back into the Royal Hall and settled down into his throne, and summoned Maria, the Dragon Goddess. She appeared immediately after his call was sent out, and kneeled before Deval respectfully.
"Maria, I called you here today to ask you of a great favor." She looked up, perplexed. Deval had never asked her to do anything for him before. Suddenly the child was lifted into the air, and sent straight into Maria's arms. She received the child with a small yelp of surprise. The impact jolted the young boy awake, and he stared up into the face of Maria, with her short gold hair, and pure white eyes. He seemed comforted in her arms though, and he managed to gurgle out a greeting with a sweet, innocent smile on his face. Maria giggled despite herself, but then she noticed his eyes.
"This child… is he…?" She looked up at Deval.
"Yes. He is Tayur's son." Deval nodded.
"And you want me to take care of him?"
"Yes." Maria was silent for a moment, studying the boy.
"He is a handsome young lad…" She whispered, and stood up, cradling the boy.
"What will you name him, Maria?" Deval asked. She fell silent, pondering. Then her face brightened.
"Drake. His name… is Drake." Deval nodded, and waved her off. Maria bowed, and started to leave, to head back to her abode by the outskirts of the Celestial Capital. But then Deval's voice floated out to her.
"Make sure Drake comes to no harm, Maria." Maria simply smiled, and nodded.
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And that concludes the prologue to Eternal Dreams. What do you think? And by the way, this story is meant to add further background information to Divine Flame. You don't have to read the prologue to understand anything in Divine Flame. This is meant just for the sake of explaining what happened many years back, and how Evaelc came to be the main villain. That, and I just had the motivation to write this ^_^
Chapter 1 Preview: Are We Friends?
Drake has grown into a nine-year-old lad with a certain fondness of drawing. Since society in the Celestial Capital refuses to accept him, he has taken to the fields on the outskirts of the city, where he sits around and draws pictures all day. Everything seems to be rather boring for him. And then, he meets a same-aged young girl one day…
Acknowledgements: Comrade Terror - For Beta-Reading and Story Ideas.
Rayamon - For Beta-Reading and Character Ideas.
And yes, all characters in this story belong to me. So do all the characters in Divine Flame.
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