Mortals are so weak. They hope for riches but never take it. It's pathetic how they can wallow in pity instead of stepping out from that shadow. True sacrifice is but a foreign concept.
Those who wish for riches will waste what they the bit of gain for a bit of fun; It is those who lust after power and act who will be the ones to stand ahead. For this reason, the Devils stand ahead and why the Angels fell.
I hate the concept of hope. It leaves everything to chance. And it's the reason why people like Larisa, who hope but never act, are doomed to fall.
Here you lay broken and defeated over your lover, but what have you done but wallow in pity? Man or woman, gender doesn't matter, but rather conviction.
"Truly a majestic Building," Einar said.
Standing on the edge of a seamless estate, stretching over the horizon and out of Casia. Einar and I stood. Glancing at the two guards with dragon scales around their bodies, I smiled and approached.
"Lord Richter," The two Peak-Star Lord guards uttered in unison, bowing their heads. "Congratulations on your ascension to Godhood."
Arching my lips, I chuckled but never uttered a single word in response, as his heart was waiting for recognition. Waiting for something that would never come.
"Inform the Duke that I have brought a guess of vital importance." I firmly informed a bit grimly.
"Will do; please wait in the foyer. We shall send for you when the Duke is ready." The Knight informed, but I merely shook my head.
"It would seem you do not understand." Einar barked, flaring a bit of Angelic grace that showered the poor guard to his knees. "I do not wait." Trying his hardest not to laugh, the wanna-be fallen smiled, "Show me to Sultan."
"Sir Eina--"
"Lord Einar to you boy!" He said, bearing his crooked smile.
Twitching my brow, I resisted the urge to vomit blood, "L-L-L. Nope can't do it. Sir Einar, please show some decorum."
Releasing his Angelic Pressure, Einar patted his bald head and smirked. "Is it not their fault that a demonic slut is running around this city stealing women?"
"Slut? Arsene is a man."
"I know what I said. Would you prefer I call him gigolo? I hear he seduced a fine Soulbender, or was I wrong?"
My God, he is like Eroma.
Passing my hands through my hair, I sighed, watching as one of the Guards scurry off into the estate. Drawing past the gate's threshold, the entirety of the estate floor plans entered my mind.
There were many things I simply could not see with the darkness due to the many protective formations held over the various homes owned by Gods. Finding people through their Aura was simple, but that was the limit of my abilities in this land consumed by gods.
Entering the manner before my eyes, I walked in as if this was not the first time. "Are you coming, or are you going to wait till you are invited?"
Einar chuckled and followed behind with his head slightly arch; it was a bit arrogant, and in my opinion, unlike how I believe angels are, but I knew Einar was no fool. Baphomet took him in after all.
Stepping into the foyer, after a bit of navigating through this maze-like house, the sweet smell of tea hung in my nose.
Sitting considerably in a chair, Sulton tossed me a curious smile, "A surprise breakthrough and an uninvited guest." He said, studying me closely.
Holding me in his sight like a hawk. A powerful divine sense poured over my body; however, how could a man who was able to fool the founders with a shadow be seen through by a lesser God?
"Forgive my rudeness, Duke Sultan, but this guest is a bit different," I explained, hanging my head a bit low.
I truly wanted to peer into his heart, but I knew I was still new to Godhood. Not everyone was Freya, a walking devil's heart.
"Oh? And who might this young man be?" Sultan curiously inquired; lifting his cup of tea, he smiled, taking a sip.
Stepping forward, Einar chuckled, releasing two spectacular greyish-black wings that covered my vision. "I am Einar. It's a pleasure to meet the man who allowed a devil into Alos."
"That was Tang Feng," he responded seamlessly, showing no surprise to my bewilderment. It seems like I may have underestimated Sultan. The man did not even bat an eye at Einar's appearance.
Rising from his chair, the Duke smiled, "And what is it that I can help you with?"
"A bit of forgiveness, you see." Einar gracefully muttered, shaking his head, he bowed, "It would seem, Master Seraphina stepped out of line. Arch-Angel Yael is currently dealing with her."
"So he sent you? Not even a fourth wing angel, but merely a second? No disrespect, I find that hard to believe." He said, shooting me a stare. "And you, should you not be comforting my granddaughter?"
"Actually, this has a lot to with the both of you. He is, after all, the brother of that demonic spawn. He may be our only hope in finding Arsene Snow."
Masking my smile, I shook my head; I was about to speak, but Sulton cut me off, "Now that has yet to be seen. The boy is young, and from what I have seen. All words."
My god Richter, you let this old fart speak to you like so? Did that woman castrate you? For goodness sake, you're a fucking Snow! Even if you're a disgrace.
"With all due respect, Sir. You are in the same boat as I. But I was the one to challenge Arsene while you watched. Your plan has yet to show anything, except the death of the innocent people of Casia."
Lowering his cup, Sulton stood up and stared heavily, "What was that?" he grimly uttered, his tone deep as the river's depths.
"You heard me," I replied, not backing down.
'Bet you won't hit him, though? Hit him, bro.' Einar voiced deep within my head. 'stick him, brah!'
Sensing a building pressure rising through the air, I did not lower my gaze. When Richter returns, there is a good chance he will be a devil or most likely a demon. He should act with a bit of backbone.
Coldly staring, Sulton broke out in a smile, "Good! I was waiting. It seems like Godhood has been treating you well."
"Richter? Is that you!"