“God has no religion.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
OUTER REALMS THE HEAVENS
ROMANHALL
Jordin, the Archangel of Justice, and the Right Hand of Romanto walked across the marble white floor of the corridor. Having received the prayers from Archbishop Nasir Gabriel, the news was not good, not good at all. Should I have sent one of the warrior angels to assist the mortals against this greater she-devil? No…it would have escalated an already sensitive situation. It could have garnered the attention of the other gods, something which Lord Romanto would like to avoid. Jordin was frustrated, not only had the she-devil used a secret realm gate to return to the Nether Realm. She also knows about our arrangement with Eldest that fool.
But at the moment, nothing could be done about the Demon Lord’s mistakes. Jordin exited the temple and entered the gardens, all around him he saw angels and mortal souls lying about. Either reading books, or discussing some unimportant matter, a few were painting, or others were just enjoying the scenery. Not just angels and mortal souls populated the gardens. Some white deer could be seen walking by the small stream, some were drinking, others were eating the grass, and others were just doing what animals do in the mortal realms. White squirrels with bushy tails ran up and down trees, chasing each other. Birds sang songs on tree branches or flew in the air. It was a peaceful scene, a place of rest and relaxation. Romanhall was created by Lord Romanto in his ideal imagination of what a heaven is supposed to be.
But Jordin did not care for any of these, he had seen everything in Romanhall countless times before and countless times again. The Archangel of Justice quickly made his way through the gardens, ignoring all in his path. Seeing the face of the Archangel, the other angels and mortals knew not to impede him. Soon, Jordin was clear of the gardens and walked the path of gold. The golden path led to the palace of Romanto, a structure made of gold, silver, platinum, and white marble. As Jordin approached the silver doors, they opened for him of their own accord.
The interior was one big, massive room, its dimensions does not equal the size of the exterior. Jordin knew that magic was used to create a much larger space which sometimes tends to be bigger than the outside. This room could be anything Lord Romanto desires. Today, it was a training field with angels and mortal souls practicing. Some sparred with weapons, others in hand-to-hand combat. Jordin crossed the practice field, his focus on the marble white stairs leading up to the Throne of Light.
As Jordin climbed the steps getting closer and closer to the light. He had to shade his eyes to avoid being blinded, the light was very intense. By the time he reached the summit, Jordin had his eyes completely closed as he knelt to one knee. Jordin did not say a word, it was not for him to speak to his Lord. Romanto would decide when and if to address his servants when they come to his throne.
“Jordin my faithful servant, what news do you bring from the mortal realm?”
Romanto spoke after vanishing the light from his throne. His voice boomed and echoed throughout the Archangel’s mind. Jordin looked up to see the face of his master. Romanto was beyond male perfection, with his chiseled jaw that seem to have been carved from stone. His hair shone like the gold of a sun, and his eyes were pure gold too. The Throne of Light he sat on was silver, and Romanto himself if he stood, he would measure 9-feet in height. Jordin’s god wore both robes and armor. Robes of white and gold, armor of black and silver. But the armor was well hidden beneath the robes. Romanto only reveals his armor when he is about to go into battle.
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“My Lord, news has come from Avalon. Your servant the mortal Archbishop Nasir Gabriel does not speak of favorable tidings.”
Jordin paused and waited. When Romanto nodded his head to continue, Jordin spoke on.
“The greater she-devil who used Eldest’s realm gate to enter Avalon has successfully used another realm gate. A hidden realm gate near the city of Camelot to return to the Nether Realm. According to the Archbishop, the greater she-devil known as Tabitha discovered the ancient temple hidden in the Dark Forest, freed the twin Cambions Lydia and Nanina, and went to Camelot and used the realm gate there. The Fist of Romanto, the Knights of Camelot, the Arcadians, the Chief Wizard, and the King himself tried to prevent this. But the greater she-devil was just too powerful. The Archbishop believes this greater she-devil Tabitha might be more powerful, she might be an Arch devil or a Devil Princess. They could not be certain because the she-devil did not use her full might.”
Silence entered after Jordin had finished his report, Romanto’s expression did not change during the entire report. Jordin did not know what his Lord was thinking, he just waited for his master to speak. Finally, Romanto said.
“I assume that was the summarized version of the report. Tell me everything, leave nothing out. I would know more about this so-called greater she-devil.”
And so, Jordin did as commanded. The Archangel left nothing out, he told his master every detailed relayed to him by the Archbishop. For three hours, Jordin reported and then answered his Lord’s questions. When he finally left his master’s throne, Romanto was deep in thought. His mind going over what Jordin had reported. All in all, he could write of this greater she-devil as the foolish mistake of Eldest. The present Demon Lord of Lust seeks to attain greater power and ascend the hierarchy of the Nether Lords. No doubt he sees himself becoming one of the demon princes. But that would never happen, at least not any time soon. Eldest did not have the power or the might to stand on the same stage as the princes and princesses of the Nether Realm.
Romnanto could have dismissed the whole thing, he did not care about devils or demons entering the mortal realms. His servants would take care of them eventually, no, just one thing bothered him about the report. The Cambion Twins Lydia and Nanina were freed, and they led this greater she-devil to the realm gate. Thousands of years ago the Cambion Twins sought to reach their mother’s fortress by use of the hidden realm gate on Avalon. Romanto did not know where the hidden realm gate was, so he focused on stopping the twins. He could have had them killed; it would have been easier. But the twins were like demons of the Nether Realm. They were immortal and could not die. Unless Romanto was willing to spend the power and effort to kill them permanently. But the other gods would notice and ask too many questions, questions he would prefer where never asked.
So, Romanto used his godly reservoir to create the golden spear which would seal the Cambion twins in marble stone for all eternity. He had Jordin give the spear to one of his greatest knights of his church. In the end, it all went well. The twins were sealed and entombed, no one knew of their imprisonment or so Romanto thought. How did this greater she-devil discover the whereabouts of those twins? I do not like this, I sense the hands of fate and destiny at work.
“Sir Judah Kefir, attend me.”
At once there was a bright flash of light, and an angel with pure white wings and wearing a full set of plated armor knelt on one knee before his god.
“My Lord, you summoned me?”
“Indeed, my servant, I have a mission for you. It seems that the past has come back to rear its ugly head at us.”
Judah looked up at his Lord, he looked to be a man in his late twenties or early thirties. His face was not remarkable but striking, with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes.
“Command me my Lord, and your will shall be done.”
Romanto smiled, and it was not a smile of warmth or love. That smile said that his enemies would rue the day they challenged the God of Order and Justice. Sir Judah Kefir was given his mission and left, heading to the Nether Realm appearing in a flash of light before Eldest. When the light disappeared, Eldest was able to see his visitor. He saw an angel with pure white wings which spans at least 15-feet. This will not be good, Eldest thought as he stared at Sir Judah Kefir.