Admist the heavens, a majestic palace stands, encircled by celestial rings and flanked cascading waterfalls, embodying an abode of tranquility and wonder. Inside the grand halls resemble a courthouse, teeming with a diverse assembly of beings-angels, demi-gods, and royalty scattered across the space. At the farthest end of this sacred court, six thrones sit in solemn unity, each occupied by one of the Six Supreme Sovereigns-dieties of immeasurable power, the creators who brought all of existence into reality.
Sacred Guidance #1: The Sovereigns
The Six Supreme Sovereigns - Dieties who have existed before the infinite world of Luminara came into life. They're gods that transcend space and time, even the ideas that control creation are beneath their might. They simply stand as beings above the very fabric of existence.
As the beings gathered within the sacred courthouse, the grand door of the palace suddenly creaked open-a door said to be accessible only by the most powerful dieties, one that was believed to be beyond the reach of even the nearly invincible. Yet with a single effortless push, a lone man entered, defying all expectations. The moment he stepped inside, a hushed silence fell upon the courthouse, whispers rippling through the crowd. As for the Supreme Sovereigns? They sat back, intrigued, their expressions tinged with amusement, eagerly awaiting what would unfold next.
As the sovereigns sat upon their thrones, awaiting with regal composure, a figured emerged through the grand entrance of the courthouse palace. This figure was enigmatic, his entire face concealed behind a mask, his attire unlike any they had seen. Draped entirely in white, his most striking garment was a flowing royal white cape that billowed and wove gracefully between his steps. With each stride, he eminated an aura of piercint cold, an icy presence so profound that even the demi-gods shivered in its wake. The air grew heavy with his arrival, and though he was a stranger who dared to intrude, his commanding aura demanded recognition—a mysterious being, bold enough to confront the realm of divinity itself.
As the figure strode gracefully through the hall, an air of awe and trapidation filled the room. Whispers rippled among the gathered beings, none daring to challenge his steps— until suddenly....
"Hey, you! Whatever it is you're after, you won't get it by interrupting this supreme meeting! You're standing before the Six Supreme Sovereigns, the most powerful beings in existence. Show some respect! No matter how powerful you think you are—"
The demi-god's words faltered as the masked figure slowly turned his head towards him, his gaze hidden yet radiating an unmistakable, silent warning. The atmosphere grew heavier, and the intruder's aura sent an unspoken command to cease. The demi-god froze, a bead of sweat tracing down his face, his bravado crumbling under the oppressive weight of the figure's presence. Trembling, he stepped back, overwhelmed by the sheer force of this stranger's silent authority.
As the demi-god recoiled into silence, the mysterious figure continued his unbroken stride, each step reverberating with quiet authority. He approached the heart of the courthouse, standing tall before the almighty sovereigns, their gazes piercing yet intrigued. The sacred hall hung in a heavy silence, the air thick with anticipation, until one of the sovereigns let out a soft chuckle, her voice breaking the tension with an almost playful tone.
"Caecious... Caecious Levant Ymir, was it?"
she said, a faint smile gracing her otherwise stern demeanor. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you at last. You've garnered quite the reputation here in the council, you know. The mortal who ascended to divinity by sheer willpower alone... That's quite the feat, isn't it? Hahaha," she laughed lightly, her words carrying both amusement and intrigue as she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Another sovereign leaned forward, his presence brimming with authority and irritation. His piercing gaze locked onto Caecious, and the disdain in his expression was unmistakable.
"What is this insolence?!" He boomed, his voice echoing through the grand hall like a thunderclap. "Do you not have even a shred of respect for this council? Your informal intrusion into these sacred chambers is an affront to all that we represent. You'd better have a damn good reason for this disturbance, or mark my words—I will not hesitate to deliver you to your tragedy!"
The sovereigns words carried the the weight of a thousand storms, yet caecious stood unmoved, his masked visage betraying neither fear nor deference.
After the words of the enraged sovereign echoed through the hall, caecious tilted his head slightly to the side, the subtle motion carrying an air of mockery and nonchalance. The gesture, seemingly innocuous, was unmistakably a slight to the council.
The reaction was immediate. Gasps rippled through the courthouse, followed by an eruption of chaos. Beings from every corner whispered harsh judgments, hurled insults, or stared in silent condemnation. Yet, the sovereigns themselves reacted differently. Some wore expressions of irritation, others of intrigue, while a select few remained utterly stoic, their eyes closed as though the spectacle bore no significance.
Admist the cacophony, the sovereign seated at the center throne raised his right hand in a gesture of open-palmed authority. Instantly, the noise dissipated into silence, as though the very air had bowed to his will. The atmosphere shifted to an unsettling calm, and all eyes turned to him.
Caecious inclined his head slightly, his concealed gaze meeting the soveregin's commanding presence.
"I am compelled to bring order to this discord," the central sovereign declared, his tone both firm and composed. "In the name of my station and authority, I, Alexander Reign, leader of the Sovereigns and the Chorus of Paragon, hereby request that you state the purpose of this most peculiar intrusion. Let your words be clear and deliberate, for this council shall not entertain ambiguity. Speak now, and reveal the nature of this audacious act."
His voice carried an air of confidence and curiosity, tempered by the gravity of his station. The court held its breath, awaiting Caecious's response.
Sacred Guidance #2: The House Of Lords
The Chorus Of Paragon - The Council Of Dieties, an organization of divine beings, royals, and creatures of immense power, stands at the pinnacle of existence, governing all of creation. Led by the legendary Alexander Reign, the Paragon seeks to maintain balance across the cosmos. However, some within this exalted council have committed acts that cross the line of morality, testing the very principles they were meant to uphold.
Caecious lets out a faint breath, his voice cutting through the air like a blade of ice-calm, cold, and commanding .
"I stand here today to declare war against the Paragon. The Overlords, the Elder Gods, and even the Sovereigns themselves will fall beneath my hands. The Paragon will face judgment."
His words carried an unshakable confidence
a defiance that reverberated with power and sent a chill through the sacred courthouse.
Chaos erupted instantly. Gasps of disbelief echoed, voices rising in outrage and mockery.
"Are you insane?!"
"You've lost your mind, mortal!"
"How dare you challenge the Paragon?!"
"You are but a speck of dust before us!"
The furious words hurled as Caecious filled the chamber, yet he stood motionless. His head hung slightly, his gaze fixed on the ground, unmoved by the storm of anger and disdain surrounding him. His silence only deepened the tension, a defiant calm against the chaotic fury of the court.
With a blank expression, Caecious stood amidst the sea of scorn, unfazed by the mockery hurled at him. He showed no reaction, his stillness a sharp contrast to the chaos around him. As the uproar continued, a female sovereign raised her index finger, placing it softly against her lips, a faint, knowing smile adorning her face.
"Shhh," she gently hushed, her mere gesture silencing all of the the sacred courtroom in an instant.
"It is quite unfortunate to hear of your rebellion, Bearer of Ascension" she began, her voice like velvet laced with curiosity. "But you stand as one being alone. How do you intend to confront this fateful matter of yours? You are, after all, challenging deities—supreme ones, no less. Mhm, I do wonder... how will the great mortal-ascended deity execute his audacious declaration?"
Her words lingered in the air, dripping with intrigue and veiled amusement. All eyes turned to Caecious, expecting a response. Yet he remained silent, his presence heavy, his demeanor unreadable. It was as though he was waiting—waiting for something only he knew. And in that anticipation, the tension grew, like a storm preparing to unleash its fury.
Caecious let's out a quiet sigh, slowly raising his gaze to the sovereigns. His mask concealed his expression, but the air around him shifted with a palpable sense of intent. An aura of cold, suffocating power radiated from him, and the entire courtroom felt its crushing pressure. Beings from every corner of the room, from demi-gods to royalty, buckled beneath the weight of his presence, their knees failing them as they collapsed in awe of the sheer might he commanded.
The palace trembled, the air turning icy as if the very skies had bent to his will. The force emanating from Caecious was so intense that even the celestial surroundings seemed to shudder in response. Yet, despite the chaos unfolding in the room, the sovereigns remained unfazed. They sat in perfect silence, observing, their eyes fixed on Caecious as he continued to stand unyielding in the center of the courtroom.
And finally, Caecious spoke....
Chapter 1 - The Imperial Declaration
To be continued