That night was something that was going to history, it was the same in the whole of the Midline land. The thunder roared and the lightning strike without a drop of rain, every one rushed into their various homes and knelt down to pray for the forgiveness of their sins to the larva goddess, as they thought it was the end of their world.
In the palace of Megalodon empire, it was dimly lit in the meeting room which was silent with three people present and unmoving, the only movement was the continuous tapping of a finger on a surface. No one dared to talk when the emperor was getting excited, as his excitement means something terrible was going to happen.
Like the death of another maid drained of blood or ripping of a prisoners head, the latter was going to happen tonight. But the confusing thing was that the emperor seemed to be taking his time as he just stared at the man on his knees shivering and peeing on his body.
Normally it doesn't take long for the king to calm his excited beast after ripping, but right now it seemed like he was stalling. Theodore Rosso the King's right handman and close friend standing a step below the throne, couldn't help raising a brow at the Emperor's brooding silence.
But at the end, he also didn't say a word and just waited for the emperor to speak, sitting on a throne made of crystal. He ran his hands through his head the moment the Thunder striked the second time followed by the lightning which shun on his face.
His face looked so grim that it made the kneeling prisoner pee on his body again, the emperor is a very handsome man with golden hair and his pitch dark eyes. He had a face smoother than a females and lips as soft and pink too.
He was simply beautiful, His height and his muscular body added to his charms, makes one unable to stop staring at him until you have taken in all his refined features.
But surely nobody get to stare that long at him before receiving a chilling gaze that makes one feel haunted.
The thunder striked for the third time and the emperor could not endure the uneasiness he was feeling and he sat up looking around fully alerted. With his brows drawn together and his lips forming a thin line.
Suddenly he moved to relax on the chair again with a sigh, at the same time the prisoner was now fast asleep while Theodore turned to bow towards the space beside the throne. His brown hair looked slightly dark as the moonlight shun on it. His hands were perfectly folded behind him.
"Why is your entrance always the same, you should try coming as a ball of fire for a change" the emperor remarked in his rough magnetic voice. Myra narrowed her gaze and pulled her lips into a stiff line making her look even more adorable with her child like face.
"Don't mess around with me Azrael, if it wasn't deem necessary I wouldn't be here you know?" She said in a spiteful distate, as she walked down the throne picking her sit by the arm of the throne.
Her petite body looked like she was in Azrael's arm as her legs rested by the side of his. "Now.....now Myra I don't do underage" Azrael taunted again the moment Myra took sat on the arm of the throne were he sat.
She glared at him hatefully, pulling her lips thinner, even Theodore couldn't help smiling as she looked even more like a kid who was punched in the face.
Let's just get it over with, she said bringing forward her palm for him to place his on. Myra was what you could call a demon prophetess, she could see the future but was never able to pass the message directly except for the person the vision is about connects to her soul.
Although this only happened because she was still very young before the power was passed to her. Azrael was immediately sucked into a very large field where he stood surrounded by gardenia flower, the strange thing was he could actually smell.
He was able to perceive the scents which emanates from the flowers. "What does this mean?" He said to no one in particular, he was stiff as the scent of the flowers continuously invaded his nostrils which had never smelt before and then got stuck in his senses.
For the second time in his entire existence, Azrael was frightened by this strange phenomenon. To make sure the scent was from the flower. He knelt down to pick a flower close to his, the moment the strong scent drifted into his nose again.
He felt dizzy with a feeling he has never known of, desire for something apart from killing. The more he perceived the scent from the flower, the more addicted he became. "The gardenia has been reborn," a voice whispered into his ears.
He was then back to reality as he let go of Myra's hand, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at him. "You heard the whispers too right?" He asked. Myra closed her eyes "the gardenia is being reborn into this world, as significant and similar to a gardenia. You will find her with those features and when you meet...." she opened her eyes staring at Azrael with hazy eyes, staring deeply into his eyes.