In the celestial sea a dimension composed of the faith and dreams of mortals floating through The colorful streaks of abstract thought. Stands a mountain made of pure white stone, veins of golden light running along its surface. All along the peaks are manors of all shapes and sizes, from a manor in the shape of a massive oak tree to a manor that looked as though someone cut a piece of the night sky itself and shaped it into a home. At the very top of the Radiantly divine mountain Surrounded by Thick fluffy clouds, sits a Towering palace made of ever shining gold that glowed like the sun itself. This is Mount Lumen home of the Ygsil pantheon the so called gods of light. Within the golden palace the Queen of the gods Theia sits upon her throne she who was the ruler of the entire Ygsil pantheon was the epitome of beauty personified her skin Bronze and sun-kissed held an ephemeral glow. Her hair long and braided appeared as if spun from gold itself, her eyes like two brilliant gold coins however were filled with nothing but pure rage as she looked upon a Giant Crystal screen hovering in the air before her throne. The screen showed the image of a man with Steel grey Hair cut short and emerald green eyes. the giant of a man bulged with muscle his arms the size of logs his skin covered in golden runes. One rune shaped like the sun faintly glowed as he smiled like a man who didn't have a care in the world. While he used the massive claymore in his hand Wreathed in golden flames to cut down a man in Silk Robes Adorned with the Image of a sunburst. "I knew I should have went with my original plan. This hero was a complete an utter failure why did I ever listen to you Venti." Theia said Her voice full of venom as she turned from the screen as the Grey haired man slew another robed man and looked at the only other person in the room. standing directly behind the Golden goddess stands an unassuming man his facial features indistinct as if His Visage is avoiding scrutiny when looked up on. The only notable thing about the man was his softly glowing white shoulder length hair, and his eyes like two shining silver discs. Venti God of the moon and consort to queen Theia fidgeted as her molten gold eyes bore into him as she continued to speak her voice like thorns pricking his skin with each word. "Give the Hero free will you said, they will be more effective if they are not enchanted and can see the truth of the world you said." Theia was about to continue her Tirade when Venti spoke up his voice soft and quiet like a soft breeze on a moonlit night. "My dear Heart The problem with the man you chose was just that he was nearly a man when he was chosen. We should have started young so the church would have more control. The next one should be taken from his home as soon as possible and be inducted into the faith as a child." As Venti spoke the goddess's rage began to lessen as she thought on her lovers words. "Perhaps you are right a child would be best, however I will still put a low-level Divine enchantment on the child so they see only what I wish them to see can't have a repeat of this mess." she said as she waved towards the screen where her current and soon former hero was slaying another one of her priests. once he had discovered the truth of the gods of light he turned on the church and joined the false gods it was such a shame. Theia thought as she sighed at least Venti could deal with the Hero for her Theia was glad she allowed him to put in the fail-safe in the hero's "Blessing". " Then lets find a new candidate Venti dispose of the current hero while I search for a soul that can contain the blessing." As Theia said this Venti already activated the Curse he had woven into the blessing of the hero and suddenly on the screen the grey haired mans eyes lost all light his bulging muscles deflating as his body withered and mummified, his hair falling out and his skin becoming waxy and grey as he toppled over his body now a fourth of its original size in death. Venti smiled as he watched the man's body die and age rapidly having ones soul Ripped out and sent into the void between worlds and destroyed tended to do that to a body. As he turned from the screen he saw his queen looking into a new screen an image of a young boy no more than three or four was tottering around a simple wooden hut a mop of ebony curls up on his head and eyes the color of ice. " So my Queen have you found your new hero already?" Venti asked as Theia began to smile her voice suddenly turning sweet as honey. "Yes this boys soul is perfect he will be able to hold even more power than the last I must inform my remaining priests he must be taken an indoctrinated into the church and its ways. This Boy will make the perfect tool in my hands." as Theia said this her laughter sounded through the palace her voice becoming manic in her joy "Yes Damien you will make the perfect Hero the perfect tool."

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.