Battle of the immortals

CHAPTER 5: Chained by Disobedience.

They finally arrived at a door after wandering through the seemingly endless corridors of the vast, silent building. The door stood out, ancient and towering, its surface adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that seemed to whisper secrets of old. 

"This is it, the gate of the Light Bearers," Aethon announced, his gaze fixed on the majestic door, which seemed to hold mysteries beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.

Royce, puzzled and intrigued, couldn't help but ask, "What does that mean?"

"It means this door is special. It's not like any other door. It opens only for those who are not of this immortal realm. But you, because of your unique fate, will get to go through it" Aethon explained with a solemnity that made the air around them feel heavy.

"How will we do that?" Royce pressed, his curiosity piqued.

"I'll go in first to prepare the way. You'll need to wait here for me," Aethon said, laying out the plan.

But the thought of being left alone in this eerie, quiet space made Royce uneasy. "I don't want to stay here by myself," he protested, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"The door is selective. It doesn't open to just anyone. Only those who are immortal can pass through," Aethon tried to reassure him.

Royce felt a growing sense of unease at the prospect of being alone in such a strange and foreboding environment. He stood firm in his resolve not to be left behind. "I can't stay here alone. It's too creepy," he insisted.

Aethon, understanding Royce's fear, handed him a small, delicate wand. "This wand will protect you from any harm. If anyone tries to bother you, just wave it. But remember, don't answer any questions about it from strangers," he warned, emphasizing the seriousness of his instructions.

With a final look of concern, Aethon stepped through the door, leaving Royce to find a quiet spot to sit and wait, the wand clutched tightly in his hand as his only protection. 

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As Aethon walked into the room, a strong wind came from the north. This wind brought a big cloud with it. The cloud was filled with lightning and shone brightly, like a shiny piece of amber in the middle of a fire.

Out of this cloud, four creatures came. They looked a bit like people, but they were very different. Each one had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight, and their feet looked like a calf's feet, shiny as if made of bronze.

Under each of their wings, these creatures had something that looked like human hands. This meant that each creature had four faces and four wings.

The wings of these creatures touched the wings of the ones next to them. They could move in any direction they wanted without turning their bodies.

Each creature had a different face on each side of its head. There was a human face on the front, a lion's face on the right side, an ox's face on the left side, and an eagle's face at the back.

They had two sets of wings. One set was spread out so the wings could touch the wings of the creatures next to them. The other set covered their bodies.

These creatures moved quickly, like lightning. They seemed to know exactly where to go without looking.

Below them, their wings touched each other's wings, and they each had another set of wings covering their bodies.

It was a sight that seemed both beautiful and frightening. The whole room felt alive with movement and energy as these creatures moved around.

"My fellow immortals," Aethon began respectfully, "I have come seeking an audience with the king. The chosen one, Royce, stands right outside this door. Darkness looms over the earth as the Dark Covenant prepares to unleash an attack on the earth because humans killed their king's mother. They have decided to make humans their sacrifice, and we cannot allow this to happen. Humans have been friendly and helpful to us, and now is the time for us to extend our hands to help them."

The four beings listened intently, their faces stern and attentive. When Aethon finished speaking, they asked, "What do you want us to do for you?"

"I seek an audience with the king," Aethon replied firmly, "to discuss the matter and make the mortal worthy of entering this room.”

Aethon walked into a room that looked more like a hall from a tale of old kings and heroes. The palace was nothing short of breathtaking. Its towering walls shimmered with a golden glow, reflecting light from the multitude of candles that lined the room, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. The marble floor, polished to perfection, mirrored the grandeur of the ceiling above, adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted the legends of immortals and their deeds throughout the ages.

Right at the heart of the palace stood a majestic throne, a marvel of craftsmanship and artistry. It was crafted from the finest woods, but what set it apart were the precious stones that adorned it. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds were embedded within the wood, each stone catching the light and scattering it across the room in color pallets. The throne was not just a seat. 

Sitting upon this throne was a figure of awe-inspiring presence. Dressed in regal attire that seemed to glow with its inner light, the person's face was marked with lines of wisdom and eyes that sparkled with a depth of knowledge and power. Their hair flowed like silver streams, framing a face that held the calm of the ages. This was a being of authority, of might. 

As Aethon stepped forward, the entire room seemed to acknowledge his presence. With every step towards the throne, his respect and admiration for the person seated upon it grew. Upon reaching the foot of the throne, Aethon bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the ground.

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While Royce was seated, he kept looking at the door, waiting for Aethon to come out but still had enough patience, suddenly a being appeared before him, having the same figure as Aethon, but had a difference in the lining of the robe at the tip to his foot.

"You must be so tired", he said as he smiled and walked towards Royce.

"Royce responded, you kept me waiting all this while, it's unfair.

The being laughed out so loud, which made Royce suspicious about who the being was but still believed maybe there was just a change, As they continued chatting, the being asked Royce, let me see that wand, I hope you used it well. , Which made him very exceedingly suspicious, but still felt it was nothing, and he handed the wand to the being, telling him to take it.

Royce thought it was Aethon, therefore he asked, where are we going next.?

Immediately the being started crying like a newborn baby as it changed its form to a very ugly being.