5 The Pries (2/2)
”Lady Emberlynn!” A man's voice broke the hushed conversations and disturbed the almost soft buzz of sound. I turn my head and notice a man, or rather a priest was muscling his way through the crowd of people.
He was dressed in a simple pair of pants and shirt, that was all black. A small neckless wrapped around his neck had the symbol of a tree on it. The priest has ash-grey hair, that isn't from age.
That symbol was the tree of life, perhaps he was a priest related to the Goddess of Nature Adoraia. Looking at him, I didn't see anything that would indicate that this man was of the Elves. Normally the Elves were the ones that worshiped Adoraia, most of the time the races respectively only worshiped their own God or Goddess.
It was strange to find a person that didn't worship their creator. In this world, there was only one religion, per say, and that was to worship the Gods and Goddess that created you. However, people generally pledge loyalty to one God or Goddess.
Although, some choose to respectively respect and give thanks to all the Gods and Goddess. My Father follows that Ideology, whereas my Mother was devoted wholeheartedly to the Goddess of Death. It was common that almost all Vampires worship Muheia. She was the one that gave us eternal life.
The crowd closer to my mother began to part as the man approaches us. He arrives promptly in front of us and quickly gives my Mother and Father a bow.
”Lady Emberlynn, Sir Horace,” once he was finished bowing, he addresses both of my parents. The crowd began to whisper even more at the priest greeting my Mother and Father.
My mother held out her hand and the priest gently picks up her hand and kisses it slightly. My father gives an annoyed look and draws her closer to him, with his hand around her waist. Basically, molding my mother's body around his own.
An airy smile drifts onto her face,” Cassius, it's been a long while,” her voice was soft almost like how a hunter talks to its prey before they'll slit its neck.
”Indeed, Lady Emberlynn. If you'd let me, I'll escort your family into the pantheon,” he spoke again and waits for her response. He was a good-looking man, but something about him set me on edge.
It was as if he wasn't as good as he came across to be as if something was hidden deep within that look that wasn't as he showed himself to be. I felt uncomfortable around him, it wasn't something that I liked at all.
The whole area had quieted, it was as if they were waiting tentatively for the answer.
”That would be delightful,” she replies as she inclines her head ever so slightly.
A huge smile slides onto the face of the man, Cassius, he turns, and my Mother and Father start to follow behind him. The crowd was parting ever so slightly, enough for us to make our way as we go.
Salem squeezes my hand slightly and we follow suit and walk behind our parents. Easily snaking our way through the crowd. Our group made it quickly to the staircase of the pantheon. The beautiful white marble greeted us.
Our group climbs the stair and we head forward towards the entrance of the grand pantheon. We easily bypassed the stream of people that were heading into the pantheon. Being quickly escorted through the long lines of people flittering into the huge sanctum.
At the ceiling of the sanctum hung a huge chandelier, it was glowing with all sorts of colors, much like a rainbow. But within that rainbow, black flames lick the side of the chandelier. It was as if warm darkness was reaching out from the flame towards me.
'Ah… the child has arrived. You've grown quite well, what has it been five years?' A soft voice whispers in my ear.
Jerking my head around, I look to see if anyone is standing near me. However, I can't see anyone, the only person next to me is Salem. Who's currently watching the back of our parents.
I heard a voice; it was so close and real. It was as if someone had been whispering directly into my ears. It was a strange sort of sensation and almost a violation.
But I didn't see anyone or feel anyone near me other than my family.