Chapter 103 (2/2)
His own aura wasn’t flashy, nothing so glorious or brilliant, but was possessed of an incoolden halo surrounding his head It was his turn now, and as his hands raised a light was liberated frorand that it was like a sun had been born within the confines of the Cathedral
“Hmph!” The old man nearly spat Suddenly his form became ethereal, like a vision, and vanished However his sudden disappearance did not ht that was slowly suffocating the el suddenly exploded outward In the blink f an eye it had surrounded the entirety of the palatial church – and all within found thenate, youvacuu them sed the sound before it could hts outward As he did so an orb of golden light fought to expand out, with the angel at the center
This was no ordinary denizen of the Pontiff’s Castle This was the one known as the First A Seraphs, second only to the Pontiff hiels, and once regarded as the closest to the Paragons theular old els was not fighting – he was hoping not to upset the elderly visitor further
“Three More Minutes!” The hoary voice arose fro it iistrate’s precise location As his voice faded, it was replaced with the sudden, thunderous chorus of angelic singing It rang throughout the entirety of the Cathedral, and as it did the whole of the interior brightened as though light were pouring froht was co from the doors behind Metatron in a torrent
Visions of angels fluttered in the sea of white The overpowering, sacred aura filled the onlookers with a sense of nirvana Even the vacuunate diminished in the face of such an aura The air around the sensation faded in to memory
“Old coot, as crazy as ever” Another voice joined the exchange, this one aged and plain The source was revealed to be an old e doors He was clad in luxurious robes, and a pointed hat sat upon his snohite hair Metatron retreated a step, nodding respectfully towards him The to enough Any longer and you’d have to rebuild this little nest you’ve cobbled together for yourself” A shadowy figure appeared before the pontiff’s altar After a few moments it reconstituted in to the now faarded him from his location by the doors “Keeper, this isn’t necessary”
Indeed it was he This old le-handedly repelled the forces of the Pontiff’s Castle, the one they called the Arcane Magnate was the saer who spent his days on his deck chair in Skyfire Avenue sipping tea
He scowled at the Pontiff’s remarks “You should be quite clear on the rules we’ve established on Skyfire Avenue The Jewelry Master is one of ours, a member of the Council – a fact you knew full well And yet, you set your trap and tried to have him killed How do you plan to explain this?”
The old priest watched hietic in ages, you geezer Aren’t you afraid of the strain, that it h you h limitless I can see ill be, can make it my will”
This produced a chortle froons I ahth, and you sixth – you’re alreadyI have over you, and that is pure destructive power Other than the two greatest a How do you think your precious city would look after a blast frouest, sighing as he spoke “Very well Indeed, in this aspect we are in the wrong If it wasn’t for his relationshi+p with the Stygian Succubus did you think I’d agree to provoking your Avenue? With that explanation, ill do you? Not to el of War is utterly destroyed, and Michael hiravely injured He’ll need at least a year before he is fully recovered By coreat losses”
“None of this has anything to do with me,” the old man replied rudely “I’m here for business the Jewelry Master and I had entered in to, a deal you ruined Recoup the losses incurred by your ht around and leave”
This took the Pontiff by surprise, as his helpless response underlined “I figured there’d be a reason behind all of this Fine, you’ll have it Consider the matter settled”
As he spoke, he turned towards Metatron and nodded pointedly The Angel’s brows knitted and he opened his h to speak, but the expression in the Pontiff’s eyes cut him off
The Keeper still did not appear convinced “Since when did the old Scepter start being so agreeable?”
A coldness crept across the Pontiff’s expression “Under so you can show off your cleverness isn’t the best move here Take what you’ve co you if I must Even if it costs me this place, my life, don’t think I want sacrifice it all if itthe Castle fro with the Dark Tower Even your precious Avenue couldn’t stand against that”
“You’re welcohter
The Pontiff had begun to lost his te old coot didn’t knohen to back down With an angry growl he turned, disappearing through the large double doors Any further interaction here, and he feared his orders would become violent