The presence held no cultivation but there was a dept to it that left them surprised they turned their heads in the direction of the presence, to find an infant sprawled on the ground, when they came into the child's sight they noticed a tinge of fear on the child's face, which quickly change into one of excitement, they assumed due to the child's eyes that sparkled.
The maids and butlers moved to capture the child, when they got close the child looked at them and they could hear the child's heart beating like a crazed drummer striking his drums.
His gaze seem to travel to the balcony and even the maids and butler stopped moving as they observed the child pulling himself through the dirt, it seemed the child was quite intelligent and planning to escape by going over the balcony, although it wasn't likely since the child seemed incapable of moving.
But next the child's hands seemed to give out and the wailing of a child sounded throughout the garden but soon the wailing stopped as they investigated, they found the child had fainted.
It was no lie the great Samsara had truly fainted, never before had he felt at such a loss, or so insignificant the pressure of being in this world nearly killed him, the sheer number of supreme overlords in this world scared him to death and he had nothing left to protect himself with, he wasn't even sure if his avatars would ever be able to make it in here and find his body to revive him if he were to die.
As the head maid reached the child she picked him up with gentle hands and scanned him after confirming he was a mortal with no cultivation she looked at the oversized silver robes on his body in surprise she had never seen such fine materials in her life.
"Your majesties it is an ordinary child, however these garments are incredible, I doubt that I could damage it even if I used all power." She spoke after probing it and presenting the child to them, while the emperor had his gaze fixed on the robes the empress only had eyes for the child in her maids embrace.
"Give me the girl," she spoke in a voice that broke no argument, as the maid handed the child over she did correct the empress with a slight blush, "This is no girl my lady," she said as she stepped back, she didn't blame the empress for her mistake even she thought the same until she checked, the robes prevented all forms of probing so without looking it was impossible to tell.
"Oh," the empress lifted the robes and glanced between the baby's legs, "I guess that when he is all grown even all the boys will be turning in his direction." She giggled and lifted her hand to cover her mouth.
"Husband," she turned to make a request of him but was surprised to find a serious expression on his face, "What is it?" she tactfully changed her question as she noticed his solemn expression.
"All of you leave and do not mention a word of this to anyone, this is an imperial order from your emperor.", he spoke solemnly and the butlers and maids present were surprised by the intensity of the Emperor to the think that he even gave them an imperial order even the Empress was startled.
Only when they were alone did the emperor speak again and even then before he spoke he set up barriers to prevent being overheard, "Do you remember the history of the Golgoth empire?"
The empress nodded her head they were one of the seven universal empires no less than the Clovis Civilisation, but they had been completely eradicated from the world it happened almost over 900 thousand years ago but its downfall was still affecting the current political structure of the world.
"Although, the details of their fall is still unknown to me."
The emperor nodded, "Yes the great families have hidden as much as they could about it, but the fall of that empire happened for a reason and it was due to a piece of cloth just like this one."
The Empress frowned, how could an entire empire fall due to a piece of clothing, she admitted that it was a treasure since a seventh-grade elite could not damage it.
Albus reduced the potency of his immortal grade mana into a peak seventh-grade humans and as it struck the fabric the energy seemed to melt into a liquid and when he used his immortal energy it shattered like glass as it struck the robe.
He sighed as he looked down, he had confirmed it with that test, "This is the result of the energy from a mortal and immortal making contact with the energy of a god." He said.
"Energy of a god!?" she exclaimed, "Are you trying to say that this child is.." she looked at Samsara with a complicated expression, even she knew of the chaos brought about by the god children. Even in the little village, she grew up in stories of the god children coming to get the naughty children were told.
"I'm afraid that it's very likely, although it is of slightly lower grade than the last piece it is still something that the other civilization fought through bloody battles to obtain, however in the end it turned out that all the universal civilizations had been played by the god child who the cloth belonged to when all was said and done the child took the cloth and fled into the immortal realm."
"My predecessor from the 51-core generation encountered 15 god's children only two of them survived to the seventh rank and together they went on a rampage in one of the sub empires, they killed almost sixty seventh-graders before they were stopped and killed, and the other empires also found a few god children, but since then very few have been found."
"When the civilizations heard from the gods that their descendants would come to our worlds they were all ecstatic and thought the gods were honoring them but it created chaos, they even preferred the plainer invaders over them, in the end, it was agreed that no one would help the god children ever again."
He looked at the child with a heavy heart, it wasn't in his nature to harm innocents, but this child would bring a catastrophe to the world, he had a vague feeling in his gut that he was right. As someone of his position he had come to trust that feeling, it never let him down.
As he began to prepare an attack that would painlessly kill the child he saw the eyes of Samsara open, looking at him intently, he felt himself being pulled into those eyes as if the endless stars of all the worlds could be found within, but he steeled his resolve.
A teardrop fell from Samsara's eye he had done no wrong he had no curse and yet it was still the same, all he could do now was set a curse, in the moment of his death it would be triggered and use his life force and blood to mark his killer, it was a curse-filled with all his insanity, even gods would go mad if they tasted his insanity and this man, would bring ruin to all he loves and care's for after killing him.
That would be all he could manage in his current state, he could see a number of emotions on the face of Albus Clovis, from guilt to pity to unwillingness but he didn't care if he were to die as he was now for having done nothing his curse would destroy this man, such would be his revenge.
He had heard most of what they said but he hoped like a fool that he wouldn't be able to do it if he opens his eyes and looked at him, what kind of man could kill a child while looking it in the eye.
'Am I being punished for those innocents that died during my attacks against my enemies? But that makes no sense, why were they never punished for what they did to me.'
His mind began to collapse, and he found himself curled up into a ball on the throne in his mind wondering if he were dead.
'Hahaha are you feeling bad for yourself?' one of the voices laughed and the rest followed mocking him.
His past selves' voices echoed in his head all their voices seemed to fix on him in the throne.
'Someone anyone help me, just this once!'
"Hahaha you're gonna die, it going to be even faster than number two." Number 4 climbed out of his seat and crawled towards the throne.
"You should just leave the throne it's better if one of us takes it, we are much more suited to be in control." Number six-spoke and the others seemed to echo his words.
The light in the throne world slowly dimmed and number three stood right at the foot of the throne.
Number 3 had only been nine when he was eaten alive, "I was the first warrior, the throne should be mine, don't you think."
"I'll cut our enemies apart," he spoke in his immature voice but a deep-seated hatred could be heard in his voice, "I'll dine on their flesh and feast on their blood, JUST GIVE ME THE THRONE!"