[Divine Calendar Year 1005]
Rumble! Rumble!
Under the clear skies, thunder was heard proclaiming the birth of something, the heavens knew something, and looked silently at the insignificant lives that proclaimed themselves lords of the world.
Under the protection of mountain ranges; was a living city, built on a nearby 10-mile oval plateau.
In the midst of this immense city, three unnatural mountains rose, as if created by mortal hands. Above it perched an imposing castle, its walls harmless at first glance, they are carved with deep and powerful pentagrams.
Somewhere in the castle, the cry of a baby was heard.
Dimly lit with light stones, embedded in pillars. In the middle of the stone bedroom, there was a smooth stone bed that glowed dimly. On top were mounds of silver dust and a crying naked baby.
"Bring it to the ceremony!…and shoot that thing!
Echoing in the bedroom the tyrannical voice of a man, several monks, with robes that covered their bodies and faces, approached the smooth stone bed where the baby was crying.
"Yes my lord.
Bowing to the authoritative voice, a hooded man stood out among all, for his greenish cloth color and symbols on his chest, representing the moon and the sun.
Taking the baby in her hands, she begins to walk slowly to the entrance of a stone corridor disappearing into the darkness, listening to the baby's cries in the background.
rafaja!
Facing the gust of wind, the silver powder that had the silhouette of a woman, was erased. Passing through breathing ducts, it was sprayed into the world, disappearing any trace that any such person existed.
In a spacious, dome-shaped area, hundreds of people with robes covering their appearance were waiting for something.
Crying! Crying!.
Hearing the crying more clearly, the child who did not stop crying, entered.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the baby, with different shades; Expectation, Petty, Hateful, Proud.
As if expecting something from the baby, the monk slowed down, so that everyone could see what would happen next.
A few minutes later the monk reached the center of the dome.
Leaving the baby, on the glass bed carved with images of a people and their God.
Bathing in sunlight, the dome's only source of illumination.
A new monk appeared, this one wearing a black robe, with the image of an eclipse on his chest.
Raising their hands, everyone stood up. Synchronized into a single breath more footsteps were heard coming.
This time a man in luxurious clothing; a lush beard to his chest, he had golden hair and white eyes as if he were blind.
Raising his hands, the crystalline flames engulfed them, a color as pure as the sun itself, without any impurities.
"Let the Ceremony begin!!
The voice resounding throughout the dome, everyone present engulfed their hands in flames.
[God Avel, the one who gave light to the world tinged with darkness, the one who gives wisdom to our souls, for his divine mercy. God of fertility! Oh father!!, the magnificence of the solar divinity, give this little deer of yours, I lull in your lap Divine, grant us the mercy to witness once again, your redemption to be by your side.]
Creating a harmonious praise in unison, the baby had stopped crying, raising his hands river, before a flower that came down to perch on top of the baby.
This flower had a black sheen with flesh red petals, from which two petals fell before disappearing.
Seeming as if time had stopped, the monk with the eclipse mark approached the baby and saw a two-petaled flower mark on his chin, his smooth porcelain skin.
"My Sir.
"Take him to his mother.
Giving an immediate cold reply, the hundreds of people in the dome had disappeared as if they had never been, and that man also disappeared.
{ElaHors}
The monk lit his hand with a white flame. I put it on top of the baby, releasing it.
The baby who did not know anything, nor had done anything wrong, was burned alive.
Order Platos: Servants under the order of the Emperor and priest in the service of their God. Not shaking her hand, even as the baby's shriek echoed through the dome, which would make even the bravest soul shudder just to listen.
One month after.
The white fire [Elahors], capable of melting precious metals, earth and turning an adult to ashes, was still burning in a whirlwind above the crystal bed that exuded cold.
The baby who had not stopped screaming for twenty days: Because of the blood that ran through his veins. It had stopped but it wasn't dead yet.
Her porcelain white skin was now coal black, the softer parts like feet and hands having crumbled to ash.
But even with the precarious situation the baby was in, he was still alive, because his chest was still moving slowly.
"As expected of the divine blood Yuhugan, which was inherited to you by the emperor, it is tedious to kill him without a tool. But this is as far as we go, I hope you meet your mother in the other world.
Praising and praying for the soul of the baby, which he himself was killing, he wet with a bored voice after spending a month doing the same without rest, so that the emperor's will is fulfilled without the slightest mistake.
"Hmph, he finally died.
Confirming that he could not feel life, in the baby, his chest had stopped.
"Time to put a little more power on it, hhhh, I'm getting old.
Murmuring the monk, he extended his hand and a black flame bloomed in his hand.
[Dark Epuc]
"Be honored that your body will have the least right of the race, Yuhugan Half-Blood. Ton ton, ton ton, ton ton.
"What is that sound?... heart!, the child is still alive.
Surprised by the sound of the heart, it began to rumble little by little, to the point that the dust began to fall from the structure.
The white fire tornado that had not yet died down, a loud shriek exploded out.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!
"What?!.
Unheard of for the monk in his tone of voice, the tornado of fire, slowly began to be absorbed. As time passed, a complete and healthy crying baby appeared.
"The half-breed's blood… I have to report to the Emperor….
Disappearing and appearing a few minutes later, this time he was wearing a black mask. "By the decree of the Emperor your life has been spared! From now on he was a slave in the service of our Empire, he feels proud to be one of the pieces for the proud Yagal Empire.
No one listening to the speech that the monk gave, approached the baby, and with his own hand put the mask on the baby's face, covering it completely, leaving the holes for the eyes, mouth, and nose.
Sssssss!!
"Wwwwwwwwww!
Screaming in pain, the baby passes out as the lowered mask releases smoke and the smell of burning flesh.
"From now on, your face will never be seen by the people of this world again. So that the embarrassing brand that you have, does not exist.