2 Prelude 2 : A Strange Decree (2/2)

Then just like that, the presence left, leaving everyone with nothing but strong pounding heartbeats as they think critically as to what the Highest meant whilst hoping that their first translation is wrong. Then, a deity snapped out from his paralysis...

”What? A war between deities? This is absurd!”

”We can't do anything about it. it's the decision from the 'highest' himself!”, the magistrates further seconded and not one could object.

Everyone left the congregation, with cold sweats that could heal the wounded running down their lit countenances... Except for Lacrimosa who was a bit disappointed.

And so the magistrates, as instructed, began to make the rules of the warfare. From that point on, at least 10 important assemblies explaining the war took place of which Lacrimosa did not attend all.

The Magistrates have long gone finished the structure of the decree and it is soon to begin without falters. The deities themselves also have had chosen their vessels which they would call as ”Herrschers” and have been in constant connection with them...

But Lacrimosa was still not in the mood to choose a human vessel, not until a note three years later came in her realm saying that she must need to choose now or face terrible consequence from the Highest himself and that, this is her last chance. Ten days have been set and if by all means, she would fail to choose a human to be the vessel of her will in that specific time frame, she will face the putrid price.

The Goddess, speculating as to how troublesome it might be if she were to ignore the letter, not to mention that it acknowledged the 'Highest' in between, she decided to venture again in the world that she hates leaving her self-designed realm with as little as ”This is very tiring. Let's just get this over with”.

She then descended, only to see that the world that made her suffer has changed quite drastically, but still, with the ever-increasing immorality and the rampancy of sins- visages that she was acquainted with for a few decades, that she would never likely forget...

Choosing to ignore the somewhat familiar scenes, she then hovered throughout the landscape scanning for the possible adept Herrscher...

Moreover, while the Goddess is very lazy and would prefer mediocrity over sound outcomes, she is not that frivolous to think alike when choosing integral 'materials' like this. Not to forget that it's a 'human' that she's talking about, the entities that have been the cause of the Divine Realm's ruckus and the reason why she changed... Yet, eight days have passed and still, there was none that fit her criteria;

First. It should be a girl. Second. She should be an abandoned street-child known by no one. Third. She knows how to behave in the noblest ways. Fourth. Her mouth is constantly thrifty in words. Quite the criteria now aren't they?

And then, came the ninth day. A time where she decided to alter the four criteria she spearheaded herself...

It was a night like any other, still with the dull per diem visages of crime, violence and ill intentions, but one thing made it quite unusual...

It was the endearing gargantuan moon that reminded her of her past humble life back in the third realm from whence she was but a lowly spirit. Unfortunately, all of that now is but an array of imaginative scenarios all starting with ”What if's” and Lacrimosa knows too well, that she can't continue dwelling too much in the past.

And then...

”BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!” she suddenly heard an avid myriad of echoing gunshots intervening her, as she was rather busy of accommodating her endless reveries.

And there, atop a mountain, by a mansion's giant window she saw, a very young girl in a detrimental scenario crying her heart out while hugging two corpses lying cold on the floor, begging for her life. A young man in noble garments pointing a gun with a deranged demeanor coming for the defenseless little girl's life, and dead bodies lying all around outside...

And at the same mansion's bedroom, one storey above, a boy is sleeping, without a clue of the derangement that's currently taking place in the same household.

”BANG!” the little girl died, suffering from a candid gunshot on the chest, while the next thing that the Goddess saw was the merciless perpetrator stretching his back and then taking a seat on a grand piano's bench, smiling deceitfully as he beholds the deceased lying cold in front of him.

”How deranged this realm really is. Perhaps it's actually better for it to sever.” She said with an expression of legitimate disgust, amalgamated with pure hatred. Power also came surging into her from the perpetrator's freshly-executed negative intentions, a power that she neither asked for nor needed.

She then cast a cold wind to pass through the sleeping boy's bedroom, waking him up...

”Guess I found him...my Herrscher.” The Goddess exclaimed.