The majestic Manuheim had always given Nethaniel a delightful burst of welcome from its constituents. Some would say he was the hero of the post-war. Everybody agreed that he was the strongest Angel warrior of the second generation, nothing could beat him in contests. Even though Nethaniel was not in a political position but the continent leaders had always respected his advice because he was known to be Arkeus’ right hand and understood the Lord’s wishes to the letter. During the post-continental wars, Nethaniel saved a lot of constituents in major cities by destroying the Demon monsters one by one that defiled the lands of Heaven world. These demons were the remnants of the wars between territorial disputes of the realms. It was a thousand years passed and now the balance of the realms was wrecked. Another war would ensue as Chaos had played its part, crumbling the fine line that held the three worlds in a delicate balance. *** He sauntered into the gardens of Angel Hall. A giga
Manuheim, Heaven *** Nidas had a surprised look on his face. Alketh had a disconsolate look upon Rthur who just had un ruefully attacked Heaven’s military. Nethaniel knew what was coming and had the intention to do a little skirmish to deliver a big knock on the Angel Hall. He knew Lord Arkeus held a scheduled meeting amongst the Continent Monarchs as the god's presence emanated profusely outside the structure. “It’s a big mistake, Earthling.” Alketh taunted. He started to saunter slowly towards Rthur but halted his steps as a dark chasm or a blackhole, as large as a soccer stadium, appeared in the white feathery skies. A cracking sound loomed, followed by appalling thunder and lightning that reached the grounds. “It’s a portal!” Nethaniel said. Every one of them had their eyes on the black hole and anticipated a Hell dweller would emerge before the skies. “It’s impossible. This is only possible if..” Alketh was interjected. “If chaos is at hand. Portals would emerge anywhere in
Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel was escorted by Alketh to the wide grandiose halls of Angels, the two Earth Kings behind them. The wide pillars lined up to support the precarious and artistic ceiling designs that held the majestic chandeliers that were made of diamonds. Gold streaks of ornaments strewn along the walls with palisades held flags of different continents. Thick carpets with Aztec patterns never had been stained by whatever event had transpired in the halls. The Angels who had never ceased to play the soft orchestral music were absent for today. Continental monarchs, council members, and Administrators, war generals, heaved the hall’s grounds. All of them looked weary and worried. Nethaniel remembered that every time he sauntered along the center aisle to meet Lord Arkeus, all of them would greet him with smiles and admiration. But today, some of them were disdainful, scornful, and some cowed from the angel they thought he had become – a fugitive. Rumors flew into the
War Chambers, Manuheim, Heaven *** Nethaniel stood across Arkeus with a large oval table, ten meters in its longest diameter, in between them. The war table held the map of Heaven, a large mass of land represented the continents and the rest were bodies of water. Oshengard and Hornstrong represented the Eastern continents, Centennia and Millenia were the Western Continents, Decadia was in the south, and the largest amongst them all and found at the center of the landmass, also covering the Northern part was Manuheim. It was a 3D representation of the land that showed contours, mountain ranges, land depressions, lakes, and altitudes. The map seemed to be a satellite view of all of Heaven and in real time, the water seemed to be moving in waves. The five continents were almost of the equal land area except for Manuheim, the capital of all the continents, which was almost twice one continent. Around the table consisted the Continent Monarchs, wearing grayish-white garbs that draped up
“Enchantium-grazed bombs! The Megadishu? We need to retrieve the bombs.” Sarakel snapped. He glanced immediately to the nearest war general and he moved out of the room without hesitation. The general already read the Angel warrior’s mind as he nodded quickly with an undisputed agreement. Murmurs had emerged from every corner of the War Chamber. “Why is that the Megadishus are not guarded heavily, Ebrahim?” Arkeus muttered with strictness. “My Lord, I have deployed enough army to protect the bombs. Their transport schedules and even the vehicle assignments are secret. I have followed protocol. I cannot understand why this happens.” Ebrahim’s voice was shaking. “I have faith with the warriors that we can retrieve the bomb at all costs.” “How come they know the transport routes? The schedules are treated confidentially?” Krasus asked. His eyes had doubts about the officials’ integrity, gazing at each of his comrades then lastly, fell to Ebrahim. “You dare question my loyalty, Krasus
A day passed as Dreygo and his comrades were transported to Heaven undetected with a portal. The first angel they sought was Zudkiel as the intruders expected to grasp knowledge of the procedure of executing a forbidden spell – the only possibility to defeat a god. They wore shoals of white and grayish tunics that could blend with the Heavenly souls in Manuheim. Zudkiel stayed in one of his weapon foundries where he employed two skilled Heavenly souls in molding weapons for the Warriors. Viriel knew the place and he took Dreygo and Elaine there, together with King Davyd. They sauntered together with the crowd unnoticed as they had covered half their faces and their head bents as slicing through the Manuheim market. There were uneasiness and fear on their faces, women and children alike. Male souls did the heavy lifting as families went out from their whitewashed homesteads. It was crowded that day as souls started to prepare for the evacuations, scavenging and hoarding for a month o
There were words unspoken and an awkward confrontation as they exited the foundry. Viriel was apparently silent and evasive upon the sights of Dreygo. The Harbinger was dubious about the contents of the book and the intriguing sacrifice needed for the Forbidden spells. Viriel wrapped it with white cloth and placed it inside a satchel. “Viriel, why are we going to Decadia?” Dreygo asked as they sauntered back to the quiet aisle. “If Sarakel is the traitor then the bombs will never be retrieved. And if I suspect Ebrahim is also a traitor then he will come back to Decadia to open the vaults of Megadishu.” “What are we going to expect in Decadia, Viriel?” “A city of Industry. It may be a ghost town for now but I know some souls remained. We might also meet the demon raiders of the Megadishu transports and most especially, there could be a Demon Lord. You are at full power right?” “I hope my full power is enough. We may be capable of defeating a Demon Lord with only the three of us.” H
Decadia, Heaven *** “Half a mile. They are coming fast.” Davyd said confidently as his eyes were closed, feeling or hearing beyond the others’ comprehension. “Wonderful lad you are, King Davyd,” Dreygo praised. “One minute.” Davyd estimated. Then the humming of machines loomed from afar and beyond the clutch of the tall trees. Startled, the Demons shouted to each other, delivering commands. They were unorganized. They took their weapons out and lowered whatever they were looting. The Kraken roared, and a demon stabbed its neck with a fork. It was their way of treating the monsters of Hell, hurting them to awaken and engage in a fight. “Thirty seconds.” The portals emerged below the vale, ten of them, surrounding the cluster of five hundred demons. A few demons came out from the Carrier’s opening with their weapons as they reinforce whatever battle that would ensue. No Demon Lord yet had surfaced. If not a Demon Lord, then it could be a Death Harbinger below the ranks of the rem