"This is a long story that came from Lands of Gods." The Magician Juggler said.
"What it means to you?" Karmalin asked the young Aligner.
"Are we talking about them coming out of their reigns and thrones?"
"Yes, you smart boy! Now, tell me why had he become a devil? Isn't he a son of a god? Son of a person who had existed before all of us."
The juggler was too mean. Whether Bo didn't believe in those gods but yet the topic made him curious; was he going to question the gods or was saying that even a god's son can make mistakes! He needed more explanation.
"I didn't get you! Do you mean not every son goes after his father's path?"
"No, Nonorite fell for a beauteous fay and made a child with her! He broke the gods' rule. Thus, when the gods noticed that about his sin they decided to send away the fay Lady and the boy to the lower land that was at the border of the Anonymous country. But not among folks or in a nice place but the gate of the underworld. Left them there to die and suffer." He narrated and Bo cringed.
The man was saying the words with certainty. Who was this man? This occurs had happened five hundred years ago and if he raised Lashuka, how old was this magician juggler.
"Who are you?"
"What do you think?"
Bo swallowed, but his mouth and throat had become as dry as bone. He couldn't be the Sparrow king so who was he?
"A passenger who found the boy and the dead mother then closed the gate of that lowered world. As Karmalin mentioned I raised the boy until he became ten years old." He drummed his fingers on that wolf head. Yet, glancing down but he was picturing the uprising memories to himself.
"You are him, the Stray magician! A legend and the sparrow king's brother. I had read those carved stories somewhere but I don't remem…" he gulped and the rest of the words choked in his throat. He could remember where it was!
"You did remember! Among the ruins of the gate, I carved the story on stones to be there forever. You have this part of my memory, the queen card has it." The juggler reminded.
"I do. Then what happened? All I heard was just lies. The ethereal shrines said that the generous god realized about the child and raised him until he became a teenager but he had a dark soul so the gods' court made him descend to the underworld."
The boy was so behind the truth but he wasn't the only one.
"A scandal made the boy's soul dark made him against gods. My brother was so loyal to gods' court he studied that the boy wasn't my son and reported to Nonorite! The generous god and the perfect father that you pointed out emerged with his other god kin."
He paused, squeezing his stick's skull.
"They surprised me and took him away and chained me among a mountain in the sky for one hundred years and when I returned…"
"They had swapped down the little boy to the underworld and there was no gate to bring him back because I had ruined it a long time before that."
"You were the one who was after a way to open a portal and bring your adopted son back so you hired many people and told them about Lashuka and made a god out of him!" Bo guessed.
The juggler shook his head, denied.
"Lashuka was powerful! A half-bread god that didn't need my help to rise again."
"This is complicated! How did he gather all those worshipers? How did he make that clique?"
Bo was confused about everything while Karmalin swallowed a mute pill and was entirely still. Carefully, he was listening to the magician werewolf juggler. It wasn't his first time hearing this story.
"He was an innocent child, like all of us were one day. They made sin and punished the innocent one, sent him to the underworld. I was never surprised when I saw he had found a way to connect the magicians of Anonymous country and educated them. His power could drag them around like flies over sweet. They were already wounded for being called curse and to be called the lower ones."
"So he raised his empire through summoning them."
"No! Unlike that, the magicians summoned a high power and used the symbols of underworld gate so Lashuka heard and responded. Now, he gathered many and brought us misery. To punish the gods."
"Did you talk to him?" Karmalin finally hit the silence away and asked.
"No negotiation works on him! He grew up in darkness for many years and when he saw how people were enjoying the light, he couldn't control his fury. He rejected me and my brother asked me to be one of the stray jugglers and guard the borders."
"Are they really gods?" Bo babbled and the juggler narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you doubt that?" Karmalin asked.
"They are old and were existed before us but does it mean that they are the gods? They can be kings but not gods! Or if they are, I call them gods of mistakes. How many half-bread they made and sent to underworld silently?"
"Lashuka made noises but in my memories, I have more things. Half God killed all those like him to survive the darkness in that world. He had chosen to be cruel and those gods shaped this devil. If they had given me the power of mind then why would they want my head?"
"What else he had shown you, son? Tell us the whole dream." Karmalin leaned back.
He was glad that those hunters didn't discover these things and Bo managed to control them. Surely, it was because of Delun being there.
"The gods' court had lost justice!" Bo believed.
"Justice isn't something to be lost! They washed it out because it was against them. It is always buried within us under our skin. This shows how cruel we can be, kid."
"Maybe, you are right and they are not gods." The juggler some way came to an agreement with the boy.
"Did he ask you to join him?" The werewolf man added.
"Yes, and I refused. If it wasn't for my father's voice who was in the room, calling my name asking me to return I couldn't come back home. I thought that was a nightmare when my father confirmed but now I see that he knew about what I was."