DEOS VIII

‘’I’ve seen this coming… But before you seal me in hell, I will unleash the power of my children first. The kingdom of Zuotia shall arise again!’’

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A land in complete greenery, trees and ever blooming flowers, yet nothing moves. Somewhere in Atla- in the world where everything is frozen, only two person is seen capable of nullifying the effects of the disappearance of time. Aliyon’s face is mirthlessly smiling wide, eyes glaring in surprise. In spite of being frozen as the time, the look in his face speaks danger.

‘’Why are you smiling? Have your sanity gone wild?’’

‘’Asescium, I have a bad feeling, something dangerous is going to happen.’’

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Hiiiisssssssss…Hiissssss… sibilant sounds from a lurking creatures breached the area where people worship the Creator.

Aaaaa!  

Waaaaaaaaah!

HELP!

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Loud screams are heard echoing through Mount Miragin, in fear, they shout to the author of DEOS- for the Creator to save them, praying aloud while the red liquid called blood dribbles down all from their skin, staining the rocky ground of its warm color. A scenery of chaos and fear is seen all over the devotees’ worship place.

Their immunity to pain seems to have been negated and are now useless against these creatures who are once made in the distortion, their dripping blood is a proof of their pain.

‘’Creator! Protect us from these creatures! We are your people who have served you all our lives! Here out of voice!’’- They pray aloud in confidence to their Helper.

‘’We know you will never neglect us! Pour down your help for us, from the heavens above, hear us Creator!’’- People are dying, all lying in the ground, blood is splattered in many directions- but those who are still safe didn’t run for their lives, but instead, they pray and pray- for a savior that isn’t coming down from heavens.

‘’I can hear them… the people, but I am not helping them. I am not the Creator, this creator they’re praying to is already gone.’’

The strange symbol appeared in Zaru’s eyes. ‘’Hear me out people, I am He, the author of the book of DEOS, your prayers reached me, but I can’t help you. I need to rest.’’ -And his voice reached the worshipers’ ears.

Niru is confused and asked-

‘’H-he is the author of the DEOS? Are you the Creator?’’

‘’I am not the Creator. I only did what they told me to, every word from them, I wrote down everything and created this book.’’ -but he held his hands to his head, he struggles to remember the past and trying to recall what have happened before puts him into distress.

‘’Then who is the real Creator?’’

‘’HOLD YOUR QUESTIONS! I am too tired to answer your nonsense questions’’

‘’But… are you not helping the people?’’

‘’STOP IT!’’- While squeezing his head.

‘’Niru, we have to help them now.’’

Naran and Niru descended Mount Miragin to help the people- they left Lux to Zaru, unknowingly of what a mere human can do against these dangerous creatures. Every step they do, fears of getting hurt dilutes their brave hearts. The nearer they draw to the creatures the weaker their minds get.

‘’Should we continue Niru?’’

‘’Y-yes… No other than us can help these poor people… The distortion should have something for me to use…. A weapon, just like how Zaru created the weapon that can drive away monstrous beings…’’

Every step they do forward, their heart beats deeply in fear. The more they get closer to the enemies, the spirit of valor in them faints in darkness.

It was not the darkness at all… but is actually the distortion, both of them summoned it.

All they see is a small light, swallowing Niru’s arm, just like when Zaru’s Lamina Mnemosyne formed in his arm…

Zaru while resting still in the mount Miragin sensed a sudden burst of energy from somewhere and quickly identified the source of the power- From a weapon, a feeling of immense power that was once from his…

‘’H-horari Mittere was summoned?! How did h-‘’

‘’This… is…’’

An object glowing brightly has emerged with his right arm- the weapon appears as a gauntlet with a floating orb and sharp-edged object revolving around it, it somewhat resembles Lamina Mnemosyne but its edge is distinctively much shorter than Zaru’s weapon. Niru is shortly stunned to what has happened, nonetheless, its power made the spirit of valor in him stronger, he confidently faced one of the creatures.

On a side, Naran is stuck, astounded to what he has seen, a being of light, its face is all concealed in flashes of colors, and body glittering like a jewel, a beauty he can never picture out.

‘’Who are you? What are you?’’

‘’I am you.’’

‘’What are you talking about?’’

He noticed that something is coiled around its neck, something that looks familiar. He checked the object around his neck and it looks exactly the same as that as the one the being in front of him is wearing.

‘’What is this thing, why do you also have this.’’

‘’I have told you. I am Ranja. And I am you’’

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On the mount Miragin, Zaru is still there holding his head in pain, his distress didn’t leave him and just worsen up, and together with him, Lux fierre in his newborn human form bawling, they both appears to have been inflicted with the same curse.

The minim, Imimu-Zaru, Lord over memories and the past, is fighting against a curse that eats up memory of the before.  

He enters a closed-door war, facing up an invisible enemy and his mind is the battlefield.

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‘’We’re not planning to keep Aliyon here for long, we will release him when the right time comes. As for now, let’s not trample the plans of our Master anymore, we’re just ruining the scripts that he had prepared for his grand stage acting. Our only part here is to keep away those pesky insects who are trying to wreck the show.’’

DEOS VIII- END