Klaus’s p.o.v
“Oh, I’ll leave alright! If I can even move!” I said spontaneously.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy and my conscious was definitely absolutely without a doubt completely totally failing me. If I stayed here any longer, who knows what he’ll do to me, that Pascal, bastard exorcist. I had to leave, especially if I want to regain my powers back. But at the same time, I couldn’t move either.
How pathetic. I even obtained power from a god and yet I am still weak like this. A sudden disturbing thought occurred to me. Will I---? Unable to finish my thought, I collapsed to the ground.
That Pascal bastard was about to do something to me again but before he could, the god of lightning suddenly appeared before me, materializing in his physical human form. Thankfully, he did not materialize in his divine form in the spur of the moment since I can feel that he is really pissed. If he were to be in his divine state, even I would’ve been blinded.
At the same time of materialization occurs, sparks of lightning surrounded me and him as a gesture of protection. Pascal was pushed back unable to withstand such huge forces. No matter how famous he was, he can’t possibly able to surpass the power of the gods. He was still just human, albeit a misconception one. But of course, none of the Wincotts were harmed.
It would be such a waste to spend time with them if they’re too stubborn to listen and Wayne was prioritizing my well-being. With that, the god of lightning swiftly carried me away in a princess style? (>////<) from the temple to a holy divine place for gods above the heavenly sky where the buildings and its architectural beauty was so magnificent and fitting to those gods. Here, the god of lightning hoped that I would be able to recover fully from my injuries.
Wayne? Is it really okay to bring me there---OF ALL PLACES?! You are breaking the rules? Need I remind you in the Order of Khalan, preserved in the mystic tablet of Rohrah, section 32, line 27---GUH! And I blanked out. Need I say it? Wayne knocked me out cold. Oi!
Anyway, going back time a bit---
The Wincotts were taken aback that such a scene occur, as the god himself showed up and took me away. He appeared so brightly in a white gleaming robe and lightning sparkled around him. His physical form appeared of a person in his twenties.
As Pascal said, my powers returned after I left the house. It would seem that his spells worked in boundaries. I was relieved but I was still not far from death. Wayne even added a bump on my head. Well, it could have been dispelled as soon as we entered the realm of gods, I don't know. I don't care enough nor have any vitality to investigate.
The god of lightning seemed genuinely worried about me as he would for his own brother and immediately seek help from his cousin Hyllia, the goddess of Healings to tend to me. I fell deeply further into the dark chasm of my consciousness.
3rd POV.
“This is the boy who became the Pandora Box?” asked Hyllia, her eyes and mouth twitched in agitation.
“Yes, I vouched to protect him to no end,” said Whaitiri (lightning god), retreating a few steps back. Cold sweat drenching his back as he confront Hyllia.
“You know, you should’ve asked for the other gods’ help. For you to chase ‘him’ by yourself along with this boy would be too much of a burden upon the boy. It has been 5 years. Others would contemplate to give you a hand in this matter seeing how serious this matter had become. The birth of the ‘Eye’ (red jewel stone) was all of our responsibility. We would want to protect it from falling to wrong hands as well,” said Hyllia.
"Only you thinks that way. Words don't matter, action does! The others kept their hands off and did not interfere with the world so far. Plus, even YOU did not do anything 5 years ago even when I begged you to save my brother! You were afraid of the consequences!" Whaitiri exclaimed with unstable tone of voice mixed with despair, sadness and anger.
Why did you stupid Old gods even hid it on earth anyways. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Whaitiri silently cursed. Hyllia narrowed her eyes at him while he simply glanced to the side avoiding her gaze.
Hyllia sighed. She knew that she owed Whaitiri a great debt. She would have to comply with his request this time. Like a few others like her, Hyllia was afraid to act. But, she also could not very well let the second Pandora Box that contains the 'Eye' be destroyed. Hyllia began to ponder who 'that' person was that seeks after the 'Eye'. And how 'he' came to know of its existence. Only very selected few humans that were still worshipers of the gods were made known of its existence and became Keepers. Those were very loyal subjects that have only one objective---that is to keep the Pandora Box safe. The reason was---
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Hyllia closed her beautiful eyes and fell under deep thought as she placed her hands on Klaus's forehead to heal and revitalize him. After some time, Klaus was all healed and Hyllia opened her eyes with a different light to it.
"Alright. I made up my mind," she said with a resolute voice as she looked sharply towards her cousin. Whaitiri was all but startled. He tilted his head slightly unable to comprehend Hyllia's intentions.
"I will help you. No---, we will help you," Hyllia finally uttered. Instantly, Whaitiri's eyes were filled with immense hope. Not soon after, three more figures appeared in the brightly lit chamber where Klaus lies asleep, oblivious to the conversation that took place in that very room.
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Klaus's POV
I was asleep soundly during the gods discussion and it was much later that I woke up finding myself surrounded by three unfamiliar faces.
Julia’s p.o.v
The figure that took form before me was as far from evil as it can get. Its halo was so bright, it was blinding. As it took Klaus away, I began to doubt my father’s accusations. How can anyone refer to such a beautiful being to a devil?
As if he read my mind, immediately he reassured me,
“That was merely a disguise, Juli. If anything could cause such destruction to a person, it would be the devil,” he said, massaging his eyes.
“Still,” mum finally spoke, still flabbergasted, “you shouldn’t have done that. He was so weak, that poor boy. Why can’t you just wait?”
“It’s either him, or us,” dad retorted,
“That gets hurt first. Before he does us any harm, the least I could do was seal his powers,” and turned to me, with a face so scary I swear my heart was almost bursting into million pieces.
“Don’t. Ever. Bring strangers into this household ever again,” he warned me and stormed off into his room. Mom kneel right next to me and said,
“Unless, that stranger was direly in need of a healer’s help,” and winked. As she walked away, she turned and uttered a line she ever so often said to me,
“When there are people in need---“
“A healer’s always there to do the deed,” I continued. She smiled and I saw her lips form the words,
“That’s my girl,”
I was still in a state of shock to be honest. That scene earlier was more bizarre than any other cases my dad had ever handled. I could not help but to think about what Klaus is doing now.
Then it hit me, the burnt body at the kitchen. What happened to it? I rushed to the kitchen and saw, to my surprise not even a stain on the floor.
It was a hard task to get myself to sleep. I could not stop thinking about what had happened. The contract, the devil, the god, and whatever the struggle, It was all too confusing to me. Just as I was closing my eyes, a loud bang echoed from outside my room. It came from the living room.
Then, more bangs followed, as if someone was trying to bang every single door in the house down. True enough, whoever it was, banged my door opened. I wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck in my throat.
The air was suddenly filled with green smoke, and out of the blue appeared a blindfold over my eyes, and almost at the same moment, I felt at least four pair of hands holding me down to my bed. I was completely immobilized.
“Where is he?” I heard someone said,
“Where is the boy?”
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----To be continued.