“Don’t you fools understand the true magnitude of the situation?!” the infuriated man slammed his fist into the table, its entire structure quivering under the pure strength of his burly, pale arm.
The others recoiled slightly, obviously frightened of the speaker’s immense aura. There was people, all aligned on a long oval table, that was pure jade white, made of the finest materials of the land-Draak. The other members of the table did not retaliate, for if they did, this shaking man in front of them, would surely order their execution. His power was that immense; for he was the current King; King Luxur II. And he was no more ruthless than his predecessor.
“Subordinate Valnor!” The king’s vigilant green eyes darted towards the person he had just addressed- it was an older pale man, with a beard so thinly trimmed, it looked as if it had been drawn on. His brow creased and he chuckled awkwardly, in a desperate attempt to clear his throat, and then spluttered out, “Y-yes your highness?” His smile was forced, and his crinkled cheeks even more so.
“What is the report on Valnaheer?” His voice was coarse and vicious, like his immense appearance.
Once again a pause of hesitation; a pause of confusion, because he was sure that the King already knew of the escalating situation of Valnaheer’s political intangibility with their current country: Mortalius. Nonetheless he continued,
“The stability is rapidly decreasing to the point, that a possible misfire would cause a definite advancement of enemy troops through the lower south-end of the Co-adhered Conglomerate, your Highness.”
The King’s left eyebrow twitched, and he rubbed his wrinkling forehead- he was far too old to be dealing with the foolish and stubborn nature of the Valnaheerian Araxis government. They were hell-bent on capturing the densely packed oilfields and mana infused wells in the eastern front of the conglomerate that stretched so far out that it reached the tip of the infamous Wild Lands. Such advancement through unknown territory would raise serious implications for troops that were nowhere nearly well equipped to survive the increasing temperatures of summer.
“These fuckers…They really want those resources…”
“Well they’re not on high demand for no reason your highness,” A short woman chuckled nervously, at the opposite end of the table, adjusting her glasses.
But the King was not amused.
“Ahem, if I may, your highness,” A tall elvish man spoke to his King.
“Speak,” He said with a wave of his hand.
“Considering how we know of the recent coalition between Divintor and Valnaheer, it would be wise to assume a standpoint of uncertainty, if we are even going to even consider war. And of course, us, only armed enough to defend our city borders, could not possibly survive a frontal attack against the Valnaheerians and the Divintor people; especially how they have the backup of the Upper Realm. So instead we-“
“Upper realm?” A taller, blonde woman snorted. “That’s merely folk tale! No way would the angels bother with human affairs, and intervene in a possible large scale war- especially with the tension going on over at Demonicus.”
“Not now.” The King said through grit teeth. The blonde woman whimpered, and adjusted the position of her underside in the chair.
“Go on,” The king spoke towards the Elf.
“*Cough Cough* Yes, well I believe we should continue our plan to possibly get the cooperation of Divintor and Demonicus, if we can’t get the approval of the Valnaheerians. If we commenced operation takeover now, then the risk would be so low, that our troops would be able to advance a couple hundred miles north before being stopped by either the Valnaheerians Imperial army or the Conglomerate rebels.
And I think it’s far too late that our religious influence, concerning that the Libirius Church has essentially been prevented from taking power, against our original plans.”
The king groaned and leaned back in his chair, his crimson cloak crinkling slightly. It was a damn shame that their original plan to obtain some sort of foothold in this arms race against Valnaheer did not work due to their stubbornness.
“And what of the situation concerning the mass congregation of angels from the upper realm to the Divintor country? I know we sent over Ambassador Vul to sort out the situation between the idiots at Demonicus and the angels at Divintor. I can guarantee that the Divintor’ relationship to their external angel council, back up in the upper realm is going south, real quick and real badly.”
“Yes your sire, it seems that Ambassador Vul has arrived a few hours ago, according to long-range transmission, he has been widely welcomed by the Angels and inhabitants of the Divintor, but it’s the other story concerning the Demonicus followers and their dictator…”
*Bzzzt Bzzzttt*
A young fairy, quickly sped in, her golden wings beating rapidly, like a humming bird. With her bright orange green eyes she quickly navigated the room until she found the King.
“You’re King! Dreadful news!”
“What? What is it?!” The urgency in the fairy’s voice alerted the king.
“It’s Ambassador Vul; he-he’s been killed…By a Valnaheerian assassin!”
The king’s face contorted to one of anger.
“Begin the troop advancement across the lower States and Conglomerate- destroy all opposition, and if needs be, send the dragon-riders to subjugate any resistance. Tell the Demonicus that if they plan to invade Divintor, do so quickly, because we’re coming to claim Valnaheer’s stolen land.”
***
A soldier, armed to the brim with shining silver-plated armour and a red cape signifying his commander status quickly ran forward, holstering his rifle, and handling his blade with expertise care. He quickly traversed over a dead orc body, strewn with arrows, and joined the three other soldiers, armed similarly, and the final and fourth one armed with golden armour, a small pair of symbolic wings decorated on his breastplate.
“What is the meaning of this, commander Frivilus?! Perhaps, you, a senior ranking member of the Valnaheerian army will explain why you are advancing forth, against a multitude of commoner and agricultural states that have nothing to do with the southern front?” The golden locks of the man with golden armour bounced vigorously, as his cheeks reddened with anger.
The commander shook away his brown fringe, and muttered something under his breath before angrily responding, “Listen up, you fucking over-privileged angel fuck- I’m here on orders! If it was my choice, I’d be back home, at Valnaheer, in a brothel with so much alphol, that Id fall over sick! But, unfortunately we’ve been ordered under, General Maarus’ order to go forth through the lower states, and into the conglomerate to capture land and prevent the advancement of Mortalius troops!”
The three other soldiers realised they weren’t needed, and quickly backed away, preoccupying themselves with re-arming their gas powered rifles, and sharpening their blades.
The exceedingly tall ‘angel man’ stepped forward, his knuckles becoming white and blistered around the shaft of his spear.
“Listen human, do you not realise, that this very sin was against the entire agreement in the first place! Why are we sending troops south-east when we’re supposed to be fighting west, against the Demonicus troops! Dictator Ulkenshield has requested reinforcements of ogres and trolls! We need men upfront so we can advance and siege his castle! Despite his foolishness and insanity, he is enormously combat adept when it comes to battle, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s contacted his fellow comrades in the lower realm!” The angel spouted at the commander.
“Demons?!” Fear light up momentarily in the partially revealed face of the commander.
“Yes! In fact, we’ve just received reports that he’s sent down two legions of troops to meet the Demonic Lords to…”
“…!”
“To open the Gates of Hell.”
“Blasphemy!”
“I do not jest human! He has warned Divintor for years that if we were to do one more unsightly thing, he would do so! And the commentator of the report didn’t seem to be so denying himself…”
The commander struck his armoured foot into the ground and brought up his wrist. On the gauntlet, was a small gap, with a small circular button. He chanted something and pressed the button.
“*Zzz* what is it Commander?” The hazy voice asked.
“We… seem to have an issue, Base 1.”
“What is that issue? *zzz*”
“Commander Frivilus of the 7th cohort has just stated that he’s received reports of a possible plan to release the G.o.H a few hours from now. Is this true?”
“…”
“Answer me goddamnit!” The human commander shouted into his wrist.
“*zzz* that is true, commander. We received the report a few hours ago, before even the angels.”
“Why was I not alerted?! Why was the entire goddamn army not alerted that there was more soldiers required at the front, Base 1?”
“*zzz* because it’s too late already, Commander-“
The conversation was cut off as he heard an immense explosion occur on the other side of the line, and the chat had ended, abruptly just like that.
“Shit!”
45 hours prior
“What is this?” The tall blonde man said, his age showing no hints of aging, but in no way, shape or form showed that he was young. In his ageless hands was a batch of thick papers, scribed on it, various important factors and variables.
The young woman, beautiful golden, white wings extending a meter from her back spoke in a crystal clear voice, “The current political and military events occurring in the mortal realm, Golden Titan.”
Golden Titan paused for a few moments and slapped the sheets on the table, and looked forward to the 6 other members on the table, each one wings protruding from their backs. He was silent as he looked further on, outside the crystal stained-window, to the golden fortress yonder. Would they have to resort to such brutal means again?
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“This is Golden Titan, running another meeting, unfortunately. Does everyone here permit and promise their whole truth and dignity to the Divine Trinitium?”
A few moments of silence, and then conjoined as one voice, they all spoke “I agree.”
“Then please hold out your arm for verification.” The Golden Titan said bluntly. Standard verification for any signs of trespassing, undercover agents or lying to be honest. Standard verification, really.
They did so, and a bright light pierced everyone’s palm, including the Golden Titan. A small hint of pain shot down his right arm, but he immediately shook it off and steeled his face, as he looked at the immensely powerful beings in front of him.
“So, Im sure most of you know of the increasing tension occurring in the mortal realm.”
A couple angels nodded and some hmm’d in agreement. The Golden Titan adjusted his white robe, and his scarf, and clicked his fingers. Exhaling, he sighed and spoke with deadly seriousness, “But do you know of Dictator Ulkenshield’s plan to resurface the entire population of rabid demons from the lower realm?”
From that simple statement, the once truthfully bored and tired atmosphere of the meeting was silenced, and their curiosity and worries were peaked.
“W-what?” A woman spoke.
“Impossible!” Another man said.
“Do not jest!”
“I wish I was, but unfortunately, that is all but the truth. He plans to open the Gates of Hell, and release the endless hordes of demons to successfully destroy the Divintor.”
“But why? How? It’s impossible for a mortal to open the Gates of Hell, yet use the demons that come out?”
“I agree! And surely the Demonic Lords would prevent such catastrophe?”
The downpour of shouts bombarded the man, sitting at the end of the table, who simply sighed again and rubbed at his forehead.
“He plans to do it with the inside help of the Demonic Lords.”
“You’re telling me that all 12 of them agreed to open the Gates of Hell?”
“Well all 11; I don’t think the last one counts.” One person said.
“And whys that?” A female angel asked, her inquisitive green eyes staring at the commenter.
“Not only is he in the forging process, but they also say he’s incredibly weak. But that’s beside the point; what are we going to do about this ridiculous situation? Are we going to deal with such a situation, Golden Titan?”
“To be frank, I was thinking of sending Angelic reinforcements to help the humans subjugate the country of Demonicus, but Im not sure if the casualties of our own soldiers would be worth it…” This angel wanted to help those who were in need of it, however this brutal world was all about equivalent exchange- if he would get nothing out of it, why would he waste lives on a simple ‘good feeling’ from helping someone?
“I agree!” Someone shouted.
“No! Nonsense! If we are to leet those imposterous motherfuckers from hell invade the mortal realm, what stops them from getting braver and attempting a siege upon the higher levels of the upper realm? What if Purgatory falls? What then? If they completely obliterate our only link to the mortal realm- Divintor?! I doubt we’ll be able to obtain a leash on the mortal realm, and soon after we’ll lose all contact; we’ll be in the darkness, Titan.”
The angry man who spoke out, was the grey bearded war general, Holy General Yiing, and he was known as one of the greatest tacticians in the entire three realms. He was also a stubborn best friend of Golden Titan.
“Hmm, good point, Yiing. But I still fail to see the point of joining in on the carnage? How would we—“
Suddenly an immense, buzzing sound echoed throughout the hall they sat in. It was so loud that a couple of the powerful angles had to grit their teeth, or clasp their hands over their ears to not go deaf.
A resonanting shockwave follows, and dust quickly separated itself from the solid stone floor and into the air, as if it had been cut by a hot knife. The robes of Golden Titan fluttered in response.
An impressive aura, followed by a voice of benevolence, “It is simple- We purify them.”
Immediately, everyone in the room quickly got off their chairs, and kneeled, as if they had turned to kiss the ground.
“You may sit back down.” One on the left said, his voice heavy and powerful.
Slowly, everyone positioned themselves back onto their seats. But one had not moved- Golden Titan. In fact, he sat in his position, still. His face however, was one of great displeasure- and he did not even attempt to hide it. Despite him partaking in an act of stubborn retaliation, his entire body was stiff, and his face was uncomfortable; opposing such powerful beings was a dangerous act.
He felt an iron grip clench his right shoulder.
“Hehe, you still continue to defy us, Golden Titan?” Without looking around he knew that the speaker wore a forced smile, deep underneath it was a face of pure rage. Who would dare defy him?!
Golden Titan slowly craned his head around and saw the three who were standing there. The one holding him firm, was one of the three Divine Trinitium- Deity of War (Destruction). He wore golden and black samurai armour, its power beyond physical bounds. His pale face was covered by a massive steel, black helmet that even went to protect his lower neck. Like the other two, his height was at least 9 foot tall, and his legs were like tree-trunks.
The member in the middle was a man who wore a golden white robe, much similar to Titan, and had long flowing golden hair- like a woman. Even his face, was perfectly symmetrical, and his features very feminine. He wore a smile, unlike the ogre-like counterpart, and in his right arms was a bundle of books, each one scribed with delicate golden font. He was Deity of Wisdom (Creation). However, the smile he wore was deceptive- his true nature lay much darker than the other two.
And finally to the right, was a smaller, much more silent man, who was tall and silent, his skin tanned slightly bronze. He wore a formal suit, red tie and all, and on his back, was a protruding long katana, kept fastened in its jet, black casing. His dark, crimson pupils were extremely cautious, constantly scanning his environment to spot for any irregularities. He had dark brown hair, combed neatly in to two wide partitions, leaving no stray hairs hanging. He was Deity of Assertiveness (Deity of longevity).
These were not Gods, for not even the angels have seen gods, but rather their; “disciples”, for they are the only ones to have experienced the gods on a physical level. After reaching enlightenment on a certain level of elitness, the gods gifted them with unbelievable quantities of power to use in the mortal realm.
Silence filled the room as the three Deities waited for a response, but none came from the man.
Deity of War grunted and easily picked up Golden Titan with one arm and flung him across the room, his body slamming into the wall of the fortress, making the whole building tremble in response. A few whimpered. General Yiing, was about to stand up, but he slowly stood back down after looking at the inevitable odds.
A small droplet of blood trickled down from his mouth, and he slowly stood up, leaning against the wall for support. His robe had been dirtied with his own blood and the dirt on the floor; how shameful. He smirked, and looked at the shocked faces of the spectators, each one withholding their own special opinion of him.
“Is that all you got, Diamos?” He managed to whimper out.
The outrage portrayed on the partially covered warmonger’s face delighted the bruised Titan, but the delight soon turned to terror as a petrifying aura filled the room. It was so powerful, that cracks started to arch across the wall, like an eruption of veins or tree branches. Deity of Creation suddenly clicked his fingers and a powerful shockwave erupted from it, destroying the pricless stained glass windows, and cracking the walls even further. Dust slowly rose from the newly inflicted wounds on the ground, and a couple of angels immediately dematerialised, to avoid getting hurt. Only 4, including Titan, were left, in a state of shock or terror.
“Enough, Deity of War.” The golden haired man turned to Titan, with a cold and terrifying look on his face.
“Just this once. You continue to mock our names, Titan, and it will be your last laugh. Understood?”
“…”
He furrowed his brows and clenched his right fist, causing Titan’s neck to almost get crushed by an invisible pressure.
“Understood?” He repeated.
“Augh,” Titan spluttered up blood but rapidly nodded his head up and down. The force ceased.
The Deity of Creation stepped forward and spoke in a clear voice, “We have decided, that it’s too late for any sort of retaliation in the form of sending troops, so we’d rather rely on the much more optimal method of purification.”
“Purification…” Titan’s voice trailed of until he realised what that meant.
“With all due respect, my lord, but are you really planning to use-“ Someone spoke but was interrupted by the warmonger.
“Hmm, hmm yes. Yes we are planning to use the Celestials.”
Silence. Silence because they knew the immense power that the Celestials withheld.
***
24 hours later.
“3000. 3000, that’s how many they slaughtered in order to JUSTIFY THEIR MEANS OF SENDING AN ARMY OF IMMORTAL SOLDIERS!!!” Golden Titan was outraged. He was beyond levels of justifiable anger. Those… Those ‘deities’ had of course been declined by order of vote by the Divine Council, so to make a point, they had killed 3000 innocent angels, as if it was a simple feat. As if it was normal to commit mass homicide upon thousands of innocents; in no case is that acceptable, nor ethical!
Golden Titan was red with rage, and his eyes moist from anger. Those of the council were too angry and frightened. Would the Trinitium come for them next for disagreeing the use of an army of immeasurable strength.
“Listen good friend, please! You must calm yourself, if we are to brace this problem together!” He felt someone pat his back, and in act of fury he quickly slammed his elbow behind him, but it was caught perfectly, and twisted so that his body arched forward, and he was forced onto the ground, held by a submission technique.
He felt General Yiing whisper in his ear, “Listen to me Titan! If we lose our cool now, then all is lost- we have to come up with a plan!”
His voice was filled with desperation.
“You are right. Im sorry.” Titan sat back down in a chair that was stationed in front of an indoor fish-pond. The other members of the Divine Council were talking and exchanging ideas in a rapid pace, as small faries and pixies darted in and out of the room, delivering news.
Titan looked to his left and asked a fellow member of the council, “How’s the mass congregation going?”
“It’s going well sir; over 4500 angels have been rescued and sent to our mortal link in the mortal realm: Divintor.”
“Any my daughter?” Slight worry was evident in the commanding angel’s voice.
“Here.” The voice that suddenly spoke out from behind Titan shocked him, to the point where his entire body convulsed momentarily. To keep calm, he steeled himself, and pivoted on a hell, to see that the person who had silently entered, was no other than Deity of Creation. In his perfect, pale hand, was an elongated rapier blade, its hilt carved out of a beautiful, rare and exotic diamond, its jewels beyond human imagination. The blade was a silky gold, so thin and so delicate that its integrity looked as if it could falter at any moment. The blade, 24 inches long, had a curved tip, its point so fine, that it could be mistook for a needle. Its entire aura, imbued with high amounts of stored mana, radiated outwards, stunning everyone in its close vicinity. Although it did not look like it, it was one of the 7 Holy Purifying weapons, wielded by the ultimate removers of evil, the Lockmus Smeltar’s, forged by the God of Machinery, and supplied to only the top 7 ranking individuals, located in the Upper Realm. The weapons are finely tuned, to a point of exact speciality, for its one and only user. Deity of Creation’s was the Rapier of Light, a blade so bright and fast, that it could cut a single grain of rice, over a thousand times, faster than the eye could see.
He sheathed the weapon, nullifying the petrifying aura, and stepped forward, proudly presented the multiple splatters of blood on his robe. His blonde, flowing hair, was mangled slightly, and on his forehead was a droplet of blood. Despite this he smiled.
“I knew that the incompetence of the Holy Council knew no bounds, but I did not expect it to exceed to a point where we would be forced to sacrifice fellow angels into making a point!” He chuckled as if it was a joke.
Anger broiled in the minds of the Divine Council. It grew because of the unbelievable insanity and selfishness of the three Deities.
When requesting such an almighty task, even the most powerful of Deities must get all 7 advocates of the council to agree, via magic sigil, to be able to commence that task. The advocates cannot be forced directly, or be mentally manipulated by magic, so instead they had to harm them indirectly.
“Your daughter.” The Deity spoke, as he lightly tossed over a small device.
Titan caught it with one hand, and hurriedly brought the screen of the device to his face. On the small, square screen, was a badly recorded message, his daughter visible on it. Even though she was talking directly into the microphone on her side, the rumbling and explosions were all too loud. The castle she was in shook and tremored from repeated enemy fire. Behind her panicked expression, was hundreds of other commoners, ranging from humans to angels, who were all cowering in fear.
Her long golden hair was dishevelled and dirtied, and her green crystal eyes were wide open in fear. The clothes she wore were brown and of terrible quality; he original robes must have been far beyond repair.
Her voice was shaking and she said in a hurried tone, “F-father! Please! You must hurry with the-“ She was interrupted by a deafening explosion from behind her, sending multiple bodies flying.
“Please,” She was sobbing now, “I- We don’t want to die! If we are to save the angels, you must send reinforcements!”
The recording cut out, into high amounts of static.
Titan threw the device to the ground, immediately smashing it.
“D-do it! Send them! On my command, as head Advocate, senior Golden Titan of the 7 Divine council members, I order that I use my one time use of the 'Overall Command', and overall all other opinions of the council! Send the Celestials.”
The Deity smiled, revealing his perfectly white teeth, and then telepathically sent a message to Deity of War:
We persuaded them. Prepare for takeover of the Mortal Realm.