The Colosseum, Base of the Northern Council, Orrius Forest, Barcelona
Tonight, the air was thick with tension as the Council Heads and their Primos and Primas gathered to watch the recording of Regina's summoning. The flickering light from the torches cast long, eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the somber atmosphere.
After the recording was played, the room fell into a heavy silence. The Council Heads, usually so composed and authoritative, were left speechless. Their Primos and Primas, who were always ready to serve and support, stood equally stunned.
The realization that their actions might have been so transparent under heaven's eyes was a chilling thought. They had managed to shackle and taint Samzaya, the Watcher, by making him one of the fallen. But now, questions swirled in their minds. Who could be powerful enough to divine their every action? Had the one above created another angel to oppose them? These questions left them baffled and uneasy.
The first to recover from the shock was Erleg, the Council Head from the region of Hell called Tamag. Erleg was an imposing figure, with a dual head of a bear and a pig, and a giant, burly, hairy human-like body. His voice, a deep growl, broke the silence. "We should focus more on confirming whether the Fallen Lord is still here or if he's been sent back to his Kingdom in Hell already," he said, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of dissent.
"According to Regina's message, he was still alive but she was not able to determine if the body he occupies is still the Apprentice's companion," Vlad replied.
"What we should do now is to vote and organize a search party. The creatures should be high enough that beings from Kaibabawan and the Knights won't notice." Proposed the Minautor.
"So are you saying that the council from Hell is in charge of retrieving the Fallen Lord? Do we look like pushovers?" retorted Oni, the Council Head from the Jigoku region of Hell.
Veles, a Council Head from the Kingdom of Nav in Kaidadalman, raised his hand to calm the rising tension. "I think that we need to stop arguing. What we need to do is make detailed action plans to rescue the Fallen Lord, not bicker with each other. How about we take an hour break, then reconvene? Those who would like to propose a plan to rescue the Fallen Lord may do so, and we can modify it afterward," he suggested, his voice steady and authoritative. He was always the level-headed one among the council members
"What you said sounds good brother. We need to think things carefully. Shall we meet each other at three in the morning?" Said Vald.
The tension in the room slowly dissipated as they left, each lost in their thoughts about the daunting task ahead. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Colosseum, the Primos and Primas exchanged worried glances. "Do you think we can really rescue the Fallen Lord?" one of them whispered, her voice barely audible.
"We have to try," another replied, his voice filled with determination. "If we don't, who knows what kind of chaos will ensue. All our efforts within these past millennia will be for naught."
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3 Ante Merideim, The Colosseum, Base of the Northern Council, Orrius Forest, Barcelona
The Council heads with their Primos and Primas are convening privately. Each is deep in thought as to what actions to take next. They are avoiding summoning The Great Tenebrio for instructions. His anger will do more harm than good. They don't want to replace another Council Head in these critical times.
In his chamber, Erleg paced back and forth, his dual heads deep in thought. "We need to find a way to locate the Fallen Lord without drawing attention to ourselves," he muttered to himself. "But how?"
Meanwhile, Vlad sat at his desk, poring over ancient texts and maps, searching for any clue that might help them in their quest. "There has to be something here," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "Some hint or sign that we've missed."4
The Minotaur, in his chamber, sharpened his weapons, preparing for the possibility of a battle. "We need to be ready for anything," he thought, his mind focused on the task at hand.
Oni, still fuming from the earlier argument, paced his chamber, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and power. "We can't let them think they can control us," he muttered, his eyes burning with anger.
Veles, in his chamber, meditated, seeking clarity and guidance. "We must find a way to work together," he thought, his mind calm and focused. "Only then can we hope to succeed."
As the hour passed, the Council Heads and their Primos and Primas slowly made their way back to the Colosseum. The tension was still palpable, but there was a renewed sense of determination in the air. They knew that the task ahead would not be easy, but they were ready to face it together.
Erleg was the first to speak. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice steady and confident. "We need to find a way to locate the Fallen Lord without drawing attention to ourselves. Perhaps we can use the creatures from these realms to help us. They are weak and pose no threat to the higher beings. If we send someone of higher rank, their energy output may be detected by the watchers placed by our enemies."
Vlad nodded in agreement. "I've been searching through the ancient texts and maps," he said, holding up a worn parchment. "There might be a way to track the Fallen Lord's energy signature. It's risky, but it could work."
Veles raised his hand to calm the rising tension once again. "We must find a way to work together," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Only then can we hope to succeed."
The Council Heads and their Primos and Primas nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthened by the shared sense of purpose. As they began to formulate their plan, the atmosphere in the chamber shifted. The tension gave way to a sense of camaraderie and determination. They were no longer just individuals with their own agendas; they were a united front, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The night wore on as they discussed their strategy, each contributing their unique skills and knowledge to the plan. By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the cracks in the stone walls, they had a detailed action plan in place.
They knew that the task ahead would be difficult, but they were ready to face it together. With their plan in place and their spirits high, they set out to rescue the Fallen Lord, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.