The God Known as Retribution
As I float after the wisps leading the way towards the mysterious origin of the voice, I glance both to my right and left. Staring at the symbols resembling Kanji in some form and characteristic. My curiosity at trying to understand on why the mixture of Egyptian and oriental writing would-of all places-reside here.
The implementation on how historically breaking this knowledge would rip apart all those so called so called ancient historical history books…forces one question to take shape. Who exactly is this God and his role in our world?
A whirlwind of guesses, hypotheses of headaches, and questions that I wouldn’t even know how to answer to; creates a massive migraine. Clutching what little sanity I solely possess left, I realize that the wisps stop at the forefront of an enormous Archway Door.
Emblazoned on the Door -which probably weighs several tons- the Image of a White Tree on top of a turtle, with Dragon on the Left, Lion on the Right, and an unfamiliar Bird of Prey sitting on the highest Branch, who bites down on a fruit not known to me; I give up, I will just let him explain whatever he wants to explain. Since I’m at a loss on the point where this Image takes a place in history.
Surrounding the edges of this image, Celtic looking artwork and figures, swirl and dance on the frame. I lose myself in the act of looking upon this wondrous work of stone masonry.
Chuckling, the voice replies, “That door once instilled both fear and respect once, but now…nothing more of that Era remains.” And while speaking those words, the door quietly opens even with the massive amount of weight that should prohibit such actions easily.
Staring past the now open archway door. I see the Deity responsible. I come to a complete screeching halt on all actions, and thoughts. For replying to my open stare. This deity stands up and walks towards me on those hoof like/birdlike feet. The height easily reaching past the height of the door I just entered.
Upon his head are two horns that stand straight up well past his own height, forcing a clear increase of several feet. Yet two other horns swivel around his Elvin like ears and come short of barely passing that face. Eyes that are the deepest color gold and irises bright Red with vertical pupils, but bird shaped head. Hate to say this, bought a well-toned body with a considerable amount of scars from battles I know not of. Those hands of his could easily crush my small frame…not including those talons of a fingernail on each finger, human shaped hands. Past his torso, his legs resemble a goat in form, but the bird feet to a certain extent, throw such thoughts aside. Especially those 2 massive feathery endowed wings of pure Navy blue.
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Even though this sight should horrify, no such emotion crosses my mind.
Then, while smirking wickedly with crudely shaped smile, the Deity shrinks down to my level. Not losing a single part of his appearance in the process. Only then do I realize…
“Was I that awe-inspiring to put on an exhibition for you to not consider modesty?” The deity laughs. Waving his left hand, clothes of a deep Ocean blue resembling robe covers his frame, while a medallion circles his modest neck, but an adornment on the horns sticking straight up-resembling a mirror-with an unknown symbol proclaims itself.
“The reason I took an interest in your soul enough to snatch it out of the void you were sentenced to until further notice was to offer a second chance both to you and one of my worlds under my realm of jurisdiction.” Patting my head while stating such a decision.
“Would you consider another chance or desire to return to your “sleeping?” The Deity smiles.
That act of smiling in and of itself is scarier than I thought.
Is this the fabled reincarnation? Yet the thing before me doesn’t set of that feeling of ‘Yes I would’ but ‘Why does it have to be me?’
Lost in thought I only come back to my senses when I notice that the Deity responds “Well, I’ll give you some time to think about this offer, but decide soon or the chance for you might disappear once and for all with no second chance.” Sighs the Deity.
Was that even supposed to be a sigh? Sounds more like scraping metal.
“May I at least ask on the circumstances for asking for my help? When you could clearly solve the problem yourself?” I retort with a frown…or what should be a frown.
Nodding his head in agreement, “Then let me procure some seats and refreshments. Since after you understand, you might have a change of heart.”
Although I think I should have a change of heart, I’m more interested in the meaning for my involvement, much less on how bizarre my current state is. I agree to his request and await to hear the story which would eventually lead to a decision on my behalf.