Amidst a vast expanse of the void, Parrodus felt the weight of existential questions bearing down upon him. His eyes opened to a world of emptiness, his tears cascading down his face, the source of his sorrow unknown. The questions echoed within his mind, resonating with confusion and a simmering rage. "Why am I crying?" he lamented, the words escaping his lips into the void.
With each shout, the void trembled, as if responding to his tumultuous emotions. Suddenly, before him materialized four radiant figures, their ethereal glow casting an otherworldly luminescence. Recognition flickered in Parrodus' eyes as he perceived their true nature. Bowing reverently before him, they introduced themselves as Alabaster, Dahlina, Maho, and Ashford—the embodiments of four of the seven seals.
The void shifted and transformed, morphing into a boundless expanse with a sky stretching into infinity and a verdant grassy plain beneath Parrodus' feet. As he gazed upon the four seals, Parrodus's voice quivered with uncertainty as he posed the eternal question: "Who am I?"
In that moment, Maho rose from her kneeling position, radiating a gentle aura of wisdom. With serene clarity, they responded, "You are Parrodus, one of the four living creatures." Parrodus, taken aback, struggled to reconcile this truth with his own perception. "Creature?" he queried, perplexed by the notion, for he possessed human-like hands.
In a display of her power, Maho conjured a mirror and placed it in Parrodus' hands. As Parrodus peered into the mirror, he beheld his own reflection. Long black hair cascaded around his face, a solitary horn adorned the left side of his head, and his eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing golden hue. The truth of his identity began to crystallize before him, unveiling a profound realization of his unique essence.
In a mesmerizing revelation, Ashford delves into a tapestry woven with ancient echoes and timeless strife. For untold millennia, the gods, demons, ethereal fey, and the tenacious humans engaged in a relentless dance of bloodshed and chaos. This cataclysmic symphony of destruction, witnessed by the four living creatures and the mightiest champions of their respective races, stirred a primal longing for unity.
In a feat of unimaginable power, these extraordinary beings converged their essence, fusing their very souls into a radiant tapestry of cosmic might. They weaved together the fabric of existence, crafting a majestic opus of salvation: the seven seals. These ethereal safeguards, pulsating with raw energy, were the harbingers of a new genesis, birthing five distinct realms that would house the tumultuous spirits of gods, demons, fey, humans, and wandering souls alike.
Gehenna, the quintessential manifestation of the fifth world, emerged as a haunting testament to the interplay between life and death. Within its shadowy depths, a delicate balance teetered on the edge, offering sanctuary to the restless spirits and the final resting place for the departed. A realm veiled in mystery, Gehenna beckoned with its ethereal allure, a realm where light and darkness merged, and the living and the dead found solace in their spectral convergence.
So it was, amidst the grand tapestry of cosmic forces, that the dance of existence unfolded, driven by the creation of these seven seals and the birth of five extraordinary worlds.
A hush fell upon the gathered assembly as Alabaster's solemn words reverberated through the air. Like a veil lifted, the revelation of the four living creatures' fate swept over them, leaving a lingering sense of awe and trepidation. The once-majestic beings, fused in their selfless sacrifice, had become eternal sentinels, forever locked in a state of profound stillness.
Alabaster, his voice laden with a poignant sorrow, continued to unveil the mysteries that enshrouded their enigmatic existence. As the other races, freed from the cosmic fusion, regained their individuality, the four living creatures stood alone, unable to reclaim their former selves. Their essence had transcended the boundaries of mortal limitations, now frozen in an eternal vigil, etching their presence upon the annals of time.
Parrodus, usually a beacon of eloquence, found himself speechless, his thoughts entangled in a web of bewilderment. Alabaster, with a somber determination, stepped forward, revealing the truth behind their initial fear and fascination with Parrodus. The enigmatic creature had wielded a power that stirred both awe and uncertainty within them, for only the creator of the void could possess the unfathomable might to shatter its impenetrable walls.
Dahlina, her eyes wide with curiosity, dared to inquire of Alabaster how he had come to possess such intimate knowledge. The room hung in suspense, awaiting Alabaster's response, as the weight of truth settled upon their shoulders. In a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Alabaster's voice resonated with ancient wisdom, revealing that he held within him the keys to a hidden realm of understanding.
For in this tapestry of divine secrets and intertwined destinies, Alabaster stood as the bearer of truths, the sentinel of forgotten knowledge. And in his unveiling, the very fabric of their reality quivered, poised on the precipice of revelation.
"But that still fails to elucidate the reason behind these tears!" Parrodus bellowed, his voice filled with a torrent of raw emotion. In a sudden surge of overwhelming anguish, his words reverberated through the air, causing the four seals to collapse and crumble beneath his feet. Tears welled up in Parrodus' eyes, shimmering like crystalline rivers of sorrow, while a tempestuous mix of anguish and fury colored his every word.
Fixing his gaze upon Alabaster, Parrodus' eyes burned with a seething intensity, as if trying to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. "Where is Walker?" Parrodus demanded, his voice carrying a sense of desperation and aching longing. The answer escaped him, shrouded in a fog of uncertainty and grief. "He... He is no more, my lord," Maho uttered, her voice trembling with the weight of the revelation. He was killed by a human named Hamilton my lord said maho the word "DEAD" erupted from Parrodus' lips with an explosive force, reverberating through the atmosphere.