"Why? What happened Damianos?", asked an eager Eva, as she did not like where the story was heading to. She could sense that something dark happened.
Closing his eyes, Damianos recollected the events that had been told by his ancestors and Eva could see that his appearance turned grim. He opened his eyes but Eva could see that he was bothered just by recollecting the memories.
'How bad was it?'- thought Eva in her head as Damianos continued.
"It was a mistake because God couldn't see the greed sprouting in the hearts of his demigods. Few of them had been infested upon by evil.
"Evil that made them hungry for power, so much so that they didn't even bother revolting against the very man who had created them."
"Was it Nubeous?" Morpheous asked.
Damianos paused his narration and nodded. "Yes, he was. He was one of those who didn't hesitate to turn against their own father."
Morpheous could see that just the memories of the events rendered Damianos in the state of vexation. His perennial calm face had the tremors of anger. Biting his lips in fury, he said,
"Those fools thought that if united, their powers could be lethal. They thought that they could replace God. So they ganged up together and hatched a plan to rule the Nine Worlds. They did everything in so much secrecy that even God couldn't find out what was going on behind him. And how could he? He trusted them blindly. His heart had so much love for them that he had shed every ounce of his power to give them a world where he had put his very soul.
"That unfortunate night when even the creatures of the night were asleep, those Satan followers hatched a plan to cast a spell on him as he was weak. But heavens had a different plan. One of the angels heard about it and immediately informed God.
"And that day Morpheous, that unfortunate day God had cried. He couldn't believe that his own blood was turning against him, engulfed in greed. That night was called the night of death. For that night can never be forgotten from the pages of history. That was the night when greed overtook every last remnant of goodness from the surface of heaven. A moment before the sky looked fetching, lined with the stars but in the very next it was covered with the ink of darkness. Darkness that portrayed the grief in his heart.
"Just seconds away from being overthrown by his own creation, God conjured whatever remaining powers he had that night and tried to destroy the guides of each realm so that they could never attain the absolute power. But that last act of God, took away everything from him because when he cast the spell, his heart was in pain. So much pain that it turned his heart into stone.
His powerless body lied there in the hands of the angel who had come to inform him about the evil intentions of the demigods. Before going into the sleep of eternity, God blessed to angel and said,
"You shall take the task to bring back the glory of Vanaheimr. You shall ..."
Damianos's voice choked as he said the last words of God.
Then looking at Morpheous and Evangeline, he said, "And thus departed the soul of our father."
Damianos closed his eyes, trying to suppress the pain that was there in his heart. God had created his forefathers. A lineage of angels who were each blessed with a celestial power to act as a protector for the demigods. But because of that unfortunate incident, a few of the angels randomly fell from the heaven of Vanaheimr. Damianos forefather was one of them. And because they fell, they always had limited powers and a strange curse that always lurked upon them and took their lives.
"I want to see my father again Morpheous. I want to see God resurrected again. I want to keep the promise my forefathers had made to God. To be honest, I don't know why you are the chosen one but as per the prophecies you are. My father asked me to guard you and told me that you were the one who could bring back the glory of Vanaheimr.
"I trust the words of my father and I know that you can do it Morpheous."
Damianos said his words and looked with hope-filled in his eyes.
"Help me go back to Vanaheimr, Morpheous. Help me see my father again. Help to free this world from the shackles of these satanic forces."
Morpheous looked at Damianos and then looked at Eva. They both looked at him like he was a Messiah for them.
"But what if, I am not the one from the prophecy?" Morpheous asked, doubtful of his own abilities. Damianos looked and Eva and thought,
'If only you could remember the fight at the coliseum. If only you could remember that even a guiding soul stone couldn't harm you,' thought Damianos and sighed.
"But brother, I think you don't remember that the night before...."
But cutting the words of Eva, Damianos said, "My father can never be wrong Morpheous. They had waited for your arrival for ages and now that you are here, its my duty to help you rise."
"But look at me, I don't possess the power to cast any spell. How can I fight against these demigods who have these supernatural powers?" he said and shrugged his shoulders.
Damianos's face was lined up with a faint smile as he heard Morpheous doubt himself.
"Then how can you hear what the souls are speaking when even I cannot? How can you communicate with living beings without saying a word? You think I saved you from the fire and the fallen roof. But Morpheous, right now you do not need my protection because you are the protector of this soul realm.
"Look around Morpheous, just look around...
"Do you think just some herbs can heal people?" said Damianos and his face reflected a new calm.
Hearing the words of Damianos, he turned around. The sight behind him was surprising. He could see the people whose wounds he had touched with his hands, resting peacefully as if the pain had left their body.
'It must be the herbs !!!' thought Morpheous as that was the most logical explanation in his head, but seeing Damianos smiling without saying a word, he was forced to re-think.
"Was it me? What have I done?" muttered, Morpheous.
"You have used the power of the souls to heal them, my child !!!"