52 Chapter 52 - The Fallen God (1/2)
A grand mirror was positioned tall as a church, with fine Oakwood carved around its frame to appear a thousand wooden wings.
Within the mirror itself was a gigantic figure in Heavy silver armour forged with a tapestry of scenes upon it, squatting in a stone throne room filled with ancient weaponry and wielding a massive silver blade three times taller than the boy knight and twice as wide.
From the gods back sprouted six black feathered wings, the God's own midnight Black hair spilling out of what was once an angel's halo and now a silver crown. Each eye was a warm amber and filled with the passion of a thousand battles, just as his carved armour held said battles immortalised in forged silver.
”A human...it has been some time,” the god whispered, his amber eyes peering at Kenji through the mirror. Within Kenji spied fire, screaming, laughter and sighs. ”Or one dressed as a human? Curious, I cannot tell. Who are you, why have you visited me?”
Kenji finally broke from his amazement, and found his tongue still functioning
”Save,” he whispered, then blushed as he realised the foolishness of saying that aloud. This just really seemed like the occasion one would save before making a major decision.
”Save...? Who do you wish to save?”
”My friends, the people. The heroes too? I have a problem with growing attached you see, so mabye just saving the whole world for good measure would be the best reponse here?” Kenji cringed as he for some reason said that last part as if it were a question
Sighing, the Fourth god removed his crown to rest it on the arm of the stone throne.
”You have questions, best we get to those. But you do realise I am a Fallen God, right? If your seeking a patron for your crusader class, a contract with me would bring with it the ire of the other gods that banished me.”
”They are not gods!” Kenji said vehemently, ”I've seen what their desires lead to, and what they have led the humans to become! I renounced the Everseeing willingly, and would do the same again to the Braveheart and the Bountyfeast if they were as corrupt!”
”Then perhaps my favour would do nought but deepen their hatred of you,” the god chuckled, ” so how about it? Would you become one of the very few who would work alongside the Truthblade?”
”Can I know about why your a fallen God first? I have questions about my companions too, how to deal with this Fae King, and the human crusade besides...”
”Well, I was one of the seven gods raised by the council to become gods of this world for humanity. After the war with the gods of the other races, we were reduced to five. After the Three worked with the One on their little coup, Five was left wounded in the wilderness and I barely fought my way out alive. Even though I am the strongest, I cannot compete with all three of them alone. And now they are backed by a member of the council, not at all.”
”What is this council that elevated you? And I thought the One was more of a fantasy world pope, how could he have such sway over the gods?”
”My time is precious, and not to be spent...I see now,” the god leaned closer, the smouldering in his eyes flaring brighter. ”You are one of the reborn, I had wondered how many of you they would send this time.”