"What say you? Do you agree?"
"...I …I agree…"
As soon as Charlie agreed like a soulless puppet, as faint rune mark of Love in the ancient language starts to form at the back-side of his right palm. As soon as the divine inscription from on Charlie's soul form, it started invading his consciousness.
Faint hymns and ritualistic chanting of the God of Love kept echoing in his mind, Charlie just stood there dazed kept starting at the God of Love with piety. His thought became jumbled and his consciousness became cloudy. However, the devotion to the God of Love overlapped everything and became his primal thought.
"Separate!"
As soon as the divine inscription of love was formed on Charlie, the God of Love cast a separation divine incantation, which separated the consciousness of Charlie from his soul. The haze dazzling energy which was the soul of Charlie gently drifted away leaving behind a shimmering small purple orb that is surrounded by a bolt of faint purple lightning.
"What?! His consciousness is protected by a bolt of colored divine lightning?!" the divine warrior behind Himeros balked as he saw the scene unveil.
"Israfil, though its a habit for the denizens of God Realm look down on mortals, this one is different. After all, he was the chosen mate of a High Goddess and that too the Goddess of Celibacy. This mortal made her break her divine vow and go against Rune's will and marry him. If not for the stupidity of Eija breaking her sacred vow, dealing with a High Goddess will be times harder."
"I seek your forgiveness, my Lord. Your every word sheds light upon my wisdom and keep forever enlightening me," Israfil got down on one knee and started to sing praises to kiss-ass his God.
The divine warrior may appear impulsive, but he chose to play the part of a loud-mouth brute so that he'd have many chances to shower praises on the God of Love.
As a well-practiced routine, the God of Love had his vanity satisfied over the fail admonishment of Israfil and chose to look past his offense.
"I will forgive you this time. Even I was taken aback a little when I witnessed the mortal consciousness was protected by the tribulation lightening of color. You may not know this, the consciousness that is protected by purple is favored by Fate. I wanted to break into his consciousness to do a final sweep over his memory. Now things are tricky…"
"My lord, this puny mortal will never have the capacity to even dare thinking of defying you."
"Hahahaha, that is naturally true, the divine inscription has taken root in his consciousness and the divine contract has been established. A fate favored mortal will be more helpful in the mother realm. We should not destroy the fortune of the mortal as he has already become my messiah. A mortal of mediocrity has no qualification to meet me, much less my pawn, only someone of this capability qualifies."
The arrogant God of Love spoke to no one in particular, nodding to himself, satisfied over the innate fortune of Charlie.
"Israfil, heed my command! Take this seed of memories and head to the mother realm. Plant the purple seed it into a male that has died on the 765th day of the 9-stars Constellation calendar."
"Yes, my lord! You command is my purpose!" swiftly with a divine chant, Israfil was enveloped through a complex patterned magic circle.
"Curse of Chaos! Armament!"
A space distorting black mist enveloped the whole of Israfil, like a suit of armor. To dabble in Chaos energy one needs high attainment and familiarity in ancient energy manipulation. Despite centuries of research, this crude envelopment of chaos energy is Israfil's most proud attainment.
Even amongst the Gods, the ability to manipulate Chaos energy is rarely seen. This is also the reason why Himeros looks favorably upon Israfil and keeps him as his second in command.
Of course, such small attainment on Chaos energy may allow Israfil to take maybe one hit from a Low God and heavy injury is a foregone conclusion. However, to survive against the attack of an immortal is a feat that is impressive on its own.
Israfil donned his Chaos armament to travel through the Void Channels between the realms. The Gods call the Void Channels as Vampire Lands. Just the chaotic energy present in the Void Channels automatically drains the divinity that resides in God's body.
Only High Gods with extreme attainments of their Immortal Rune compatibility can resist the corrosive energy and explore the Void Loop
As soon as Israfil donned the Chaos Armament, Himeros was not idle he started creating a four-point magi portal. Sacrificing one-hundredth of his accumulated energy, he summoned a set of ancient doors that is chained by a mass of phantom energy carved with various runes.
The shimmering red Divine rune of Love sprouted out from between Himeros' eyebrows. The luminescent divine aura washed over the phantom chains on the Ancient doors. As if gaining recognition, the rune inscribed chains started to fade away and with a loud grating noise, the stone doors started to open.
Beyond the doors was no sight, it was just pitch black. The darkness was unlike any normal black. It was not dark due to the emptiness behind the doors, the darkness was like thick black ink which absorbs the light and every form of energy surrounding the stone doors.
"Israfil, quick, get in. The passage of the void cannot be kept open for long."
"Yes, my Lord."
Without wasting a moment, Israfil jumped into the darkness. He felt as if he was shoved hundreds of feet into a marsh pit. Though his speed has reduced to snail's pace, the Chaos armament ensured that Israfil could survive the harsh environment.
Though it is very dangerous to enter and travel in Void Loop, the passage is not without its pros. Due to the harsh environment, if one could survive, the journey is mostly safe, especially for the shuttling subordinates of the Gods.
There is an unspoken rule of non-aggression between the subordinates of Gods, even the followers of gods who has extreme enmity between them respect this pact of non-aggression.
Israfil, taken out a disc-like divine artifact and sat cross-legged on it. After casting a long-chant spell the runes on the artifact lit-up in a dull luster and started to move forward at a snail's pace. Checking once over the angle and direction of his momentum, Israfil took out the purple seed of consciousness and gave a couple of taps on it.
Though from the exterior it looked like a gentle, the consciousness in the core of the soul, and now it is unprotected by the inexhaustible immortal energy of the soul. The two taps were the equivalent of having a car door slammed shut on the head a couple of times.
Charlie quickly woke up from his dazed coma with an intense headache, looking around trying to assess the situation…
"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. Now that the lord is not here, its high-time I punished you for the impudence you showed towards the almighty. Though you're one of us now, lack of piety and respect towards the Lord must always be repented in the most brutal way…" finishes Israfil with a dark smile that is uncharacteristic and evil for an Archangel of Love.
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