Chapter 646 - 591: Fallen God Clan (1/2)
Arthur looked at Kass, his eyes urging the latter to start speaking instead of sitting there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his old and wrinkled face.
”Arthur MoonStar, have you heard of the Fallen God Clan?”
”No.” The parasite gave an immediate reply, in fact, his expression did show that he wasn't even interested in that name. Time was tight and were it not for the old man's hospitable yet peculiar actions, he wouldn't have come all the way here. After all, it was best to talk with Kass rather than fighting him and alarming the rest of the chief guards.
While it's true that Zaarae is extremely strong and can deal with the strong individuals, that doesn't mean that she can stop the alarm from sounding off. Actually, she doesn't seem to be the type to think before taking actions, at least that's how she seemed to Arthur. Sadly, he couldn't be more wrong as the Parasite Empress is said to be second only to Timos in terms of strategies and deceitfulness.
”It's an ancient clan created at the end of the 1st Era. Philos, the God of Sand, is its creator. He was exiled by the other Gods because he fell in love with a human and, in the end, he took her far away and created his own clan, away from the wars and skirmishes. His descendants, obviously, were only half-gods and many of them were defects and had incurable diseases.”
”It's to be expected. Gods are spiritual beings, so copulating with humans is not possible unless you use something special, which I assume he did.” Commented Zaarae as she pondered for a moment before adding:
”I remember that the Golden Sheep was stolen from the God Race, was it Philos' doing?”
The old man's expression became melancholic as he slowly nodded his head, affirming the Empress' words. He sighed and continued explaining:
”The Golden Sheep allowed him to take a physical form and live with human, however, there were a lot of consequences. Furthermore, the God Race fiercely retaliated and Zerk, the God of Fury, dealt a fatal blow to Philos. Using the little bit of power her partner left, that human female took care of the God Fallen Clan and protected it for ten thousand years.”
”How'd she live for ten millenniums?” asked Arthur.
”Philos left her with a bit of his power, which granted her something close to immortality. If I remember correctly, she's the Sand Queen Karima, right?”-Zaarae
Kass nodded his head again. ”Our queen was forced to relocate our clan and fend off against Zerk and his subordinates. She managed to do the unexpected by slaying the God of Fury… unfortunately, she perished not long after and was buried by her descendants. At that time, I was but one of the butlers but as time passed, the clan declined even more and the diseases got contagious and more fatal.”
As the elderly paused, Arthur couldn't help but ask: ”Why are you telling me all of this? Are you expecting me to do something for you?”
The parasite didn't need an answer as the look Kass was giving him was more than enough. He shook his head and was about to get up only for the chief guard to say:
”I don't want you to protect our clan, just deliver something to them. In return, they'll allow you to possess Karima's body along with the other ancestors. I'm sure that for a unique parasite such as yourself, it can be very beneficial.”
Arthur didn't say a word but Zaarae smiled and stated: ”The power to control the sand is indeed rare and spectacular. Additionally, Karima was a legendary fighter. If you possess her, you won't even need to fear the likes of Habs.”
Zaarae softly nudged the rooted and silent Arthur, her lips got closer to his ears as she whispered: ”Accept his offer. I'll go with you so you won't need to worry about being back-stabbed. The old man is telling the truth but there's no guarantee that his clan will treat you as hospitably as he did.”
Arthur clearly heard the Empress' words but he gave her nor Kass any answer. He was contemplating the offer but was a bit reluctant as he needs to get to the Garden of Words first.
Approximatively a minute later, he sat back on the sofa and said: ”Fine, tell me more.”
Kass' expression eased and his smile widened. He seemed to be more relaxed than a few seconds ago, he leaned against the chair, taking a more comfortable posture before resuming: