1 Prologue 1 : Gods Vessel (1/2)
In a certain room in a palace that seemed to be made of clouds and smoke, there were tons of people with wings made of light running around full of panic and distress.
”Quick! Thy Lord God is soon to perish! We must bring him the new vessel!”
While most of the people are trying to find this so called vessel, Lerian, a young angel, barged in the room while eating something.
”Woah, what's all the commotion about guys?”
”Lerian! Where hast thou been?! No...I suppose it matters not. Quick, help us find the Lord God's chosen vessel!”
Even though Lerian was taken by surprise, he still nodded and placed his food on the table nearby to help with the search.
”...Wait. Lerian, what did you just place on that table?”
”This? It's my ration, my friend. I didn't get the chance to eat it because of an emergency expedition, so I am eating it now”
”... Where did you get it?”
”Huh? What do you mean where did I get it? Ofcourse, I got it from...”
Lerian was about to point at one of the two large glass cabinets on the wall when he suddenly realized something. One of the cabinets has a huge tag labeled as ”Expedition Food”, the other cabinet, however, was what surprised him the most.
It was labeled as ”God's Chosen Vessel, Please Do Not Touch.”.
Realizing this, Lerian started to sweat, and the light of his wings turn dimmer and dimmer. Everyone present couldn't help but stare at him and the cabinet in silence, some of them already crying.
”WHY DID YOU GUYS PUT IT THERE?!”
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Lerian was currently kneeling in front of a throne. On the throne, a human-shaped light was sitting.
”Lord God, please... forgive my sin! I shall take my life and condemn myself to hell if Lord God orders me so... No, I shall do it even if Lord God does not order so!”
As Lerian was about to pull his wings off, the man sitting on the throne waved its hands slowly.
”Stand, my servant. It matters not as it is already done.”
”B-but.. Lord God, I-”
”It is done.”, suddenly, everyone present in the throne room felt a colossal pressure coming down upon them. They almost choked to death at the presence. Not one of them dared to move, afraid that they will perish if they do.
”My servants, I can feel my light disappearing. The time for me to perish has come”
The winged servants all carried a grave expression. Even though they can still feel the heavy pressure on them, they all kneeled on the floor and cried, even Lerian who was currently lying on the floor.
”Lord God! Please, tell us what to do!”
”Bring me the Soul Searcher!”
Lerian, who was still lying on the floor, quickly disappeared. The other people that were late to react gritted their teeth.
'Tch. Boot licker', one of the servants even had this thought.
A few seconds later, a flash of light suddenly appeared and Lerian was once again kneeling on the floor, carrying what seems to be an orb made of glass.