28 Chapter 28 Part 1 (1/2)

{Short one but wanted to split it since this part was already done and it transitions better into part 2 this way. Same length for part 2, should be done for tomorrow.}

Somewhere in the Kingdom of Moburi, a few days ago.

J'aymezh sat on his throne in an empty hall drumming his fingers on the armrest. The only thing that brought color into this otherwise gloomy room was the red curls of his hair which stood out like a sore thumb. Being an all-powerful being was very wonderful but it was so incredibly drab.

Deciding a change of scenery was in order, he got up and headed downstairs to the dungeons. The old castle ruins that he bought and partially restored to serve as his headquarters were in rough shape but suited him well enough and he had not paid too much for it. The Kingdom did not even mind him creating this small fortress for himself as long as he swore allegiance to them and while he did not get along with the local religion, none had enough influence to go after him. The 'Living G.o.d' t.i.tle was merely a fabrication of his followers and had no real weight.

Although he could have had the castle flowing with his wors.h.i.+pers he preferred the privacy and kept the strict minimum required to attend to all the maintenance and security needs. Anyhow, their efforts were best spent elsewhere such as trying to uncover items that would have come from earth so that he could put a stop to it.

(This world is perfect as it is, they don't need us meddling in their affairs and corrupting them with our ideas and inventions.)

A single soldier guarded the dungeon door, a thick wooden thing that was reinforced with iron studs and barred close with a thick piece of wood slotted horizontally. As J'aymezh approached, the soldier knelt and prostrated himself before him.

He had not enjoyed this at first, many years ago when he was summoned to this world, finding it odd and demeaning but he had grown accustomed to it now and also had to keep the appearance up. While his wors.h.i.+pers called him a living G.o.d, he knew that he was only human. Stronger than all of them true but he was not immortal. That near defeat at the hands of one of the weakest members of the Deva had proved that much.

Looking down at the kneeling guard, he spoke.

”Rise. I will visit the prisoners.”

The man rose and bowed.

”As you wish Lord J'aymezh.”

J'aymezh sighed and rolled his eyes. This was the most annoying part of this world, no one could get his name right.

”For the hundredth time, it's James. Jay-aim-ze. It's not that hard.”

The man seemed frightened and repeated slowly.

”J'ay-mezh? But I am saying it like you are Lord.”

James waved his hand dismissively.

”Bah, it is of little import. Open the door.”

The guard quickly removed the wooden block and opened the door wide.

As James walked the narrow corridor, prisoners in the cells arrayed on every side got up to grab the gates of their cells and yell.

”Let me out! I did nothing wrong!”

”Why do you do this to us?!”