Michael's voice resounded. Hearing his proclamation, everyone either had a smile or clapped. It looked similar to a politician giving a speech in front of his supporters.
However as louder the response is, most knew, especially Michael that everything is fake.
Getting cured from the Curse of Immortality or in reality, getting your godhood forcibly taken. Law is law, no one will bat an eye.
In a minute after he spoke his words, Irene collapsed to the ground. The strength in her knees disappeared and she began to suffocate. Without her Celestial Essence, Irene won't be able to stay any longer in the Promised Land.
Her Corrupt Essence had begun to devour the leftovers. The world looked blurry and hazy. Eventually enveloped by a mysterious black mist.
Seeing Irene unconscious, the guards unlocked each chain. CLANG, CLANG. Sounds of chains that fell. Irene's wrist and ankles had visible bruises.
The guards dragged Irene to the elves. Each had their eyes covered with silk cloth; their hair had different shades of golden blonde.
"By the law of our mother Gaia, whoever leaves our paradise should be cleansed with salvation."
One of the elves held Irene while the other began to strip her. "Halt," Michael stopped her.
"My King, do you not desire to follow the law of Nature?" a more mature elf stood from her seat.
"She is my sister," his voice sent chills in her spine. Michael's glare had a hint of killing intent.
"A sister who sinned against the Twelve Deities, one of those twelve deities is our mother—."
"Instead of embarrassing yourself, tell your little sisters to take Irene's clothing and cover her in the finest Mortal-grade silk." Isabella interrupted her.
Without the order of their priestess, they stripped Irene and covered her body with the finest mortal-grade silk. It all happened in a blink of the eye.
Afterwards the other elven priestess chanted a spell in elven language. "Οη μοτηερ Γαια, Βλεσσ τηυ ψηιλδρεν ανδ οπεν τηε πορταλ το ςαστελανδ."
Eventually, the floating letters formed into a floating oval void. The priestess bowed and returned to her seat, beside her sister who disobeyed Michael.
Peter carried Irene to the portal. As he approached the portal, in a single nanosecond, he gently kissed Irene on the lips and thrown her to the other side.
Although no one saw his gesture, Michael saw it with his own eyes. He didn't seem surprised that Peter Vaillant, the other childhood friend, would desire to obtain the heart of the naive Irene.
A fast transition to three months later, Michael and Isabella ties the knot.
"Do you, the son of Argus and Callista, vow in front of my presence, to become the husband of the beautiful Isabella?"
"You have my oath, I do." Michael drank the liquid from the golden chalice.
"Do you, the daughter of Illoré and Bella, vow in front of my presence, to become the wife of our Monarch of Seraphs?"
"You have my oath," Isabella drank from the golden chalice, "I do."
'How bold of this little girl.' The Goddess of Marriage and Oath thought to herself.
"I announce the successful union of the beauty and the crown!"
After her loud announcement, she is replaced with a female elder. She summoned an orb and murmured a spell.
Her white eyes became a glowing pair of golden twos. The orb formed into a crown, and slowly her eyes returned to white.
Isabella lowered her head as she got crowned. The elder smiled and told everyone, "Greet our new Celestial Goddess! Long live the Monarch!"
"Long live the Monarch!" Everyone said in unison. Bowing their heads with a smiling expression.