Underworld Realm Lothaire's Demesne Palace •LOTHAIRE• Fear. It embodied my entirety as we entered the gates of the palace. It felt as if I was falling apart. The servants were in hysterical endeavors upon seeing my bride. I gripped her tightly in my arms—her body becoming stiff and cold with every minute that passes. If she was a goddess, pulling the arrow from her chest would save her. Unfortunately, she is not. The rhythm of my footsteps, as I walk briskly, matches the way she breathes. Helplessly panting. Gasping for air. As we entered my chamber, I immediately laid her down. I held her hand saying, “Hold on.” Denali—also the god of healing and protection of the young—ordered the servants to get herbs and remedies. I believe that Solum already heard about what happened as Naeitha swiftly entered my room. She rushed beside my betrothed. It did not take a while before the Weavers of Destiny came. “We need to pull the arrow
Underworld Realm Lothaire's Demesne Palace •PHAELIN• I contemplated in my chamber. However, my thoughts were blank—a strange occurrence. Most of the time, they would suffocate my mind with meandering and turning whispers. I was planning to head to the library. However, a knock on my door came. I opened the access of my room and it revealed a light auburn-haired woman. "Your majesty," she greeted and bowed, “I am one of Bryndis' seamstresses—appointed to design your wedding gown.” She had green eyes and a pleasing smile. I let her in. Albeit I was against this sudden marriage, I tried to keep my composure. She placed her sewing gear on top of my bed and took out her measuring tape. The needlewoman started determining the dimensions of my body. "What is your name?” I plainly asked. “Ayila, your highness,” she answered, “Would you like to put forward any specification on the gown?” “Specification?” I repeated as I tried to confirm. “We already drawn from the tap. However, w
Underworld realmLothaire's DemesnePalace•PHAELIN• Days have passed since the last time I had a word with Lothaire. The castle seemed dull for he was nowhere to be found. I dine alone. Quite a few times, the servants would join me if I ask them. Nevertheless, they would not. I am able to hear him enter his chamber during nightfall. However, every time I give a knock on his door and try to come inside, he is not present in his room. It was strange. The thought that he was avoiding me intrudes my inner peace. I admit that each morning felt like an old cup of tea waiting to be drained away—somber and agonizing. I spent the week roving around the realm. Eikesier would be with me at each moment. Wherever I go, albeit I did not call for the watchdog, he would always come and appear all of a sudden. I had the chance to interact with the denizens of the underworld. I helped the shades push the vegetation of the individuals upward in the land
Underworld RealmLothaire's PalaceThrone Room •LOTHAIRE• I sat at my throne whilst I observed my betrothed having a word with the servants. I leaned my back as I saw Eikesier rushed towards her. The watchdog licked her hand. She giggled and acknowledged his presence. I was looking at the fated queen of the underworld when the entrance of the throne room opened. It revealed Pallaton and he bowed. “King Lothaire…” he greeted. The servants left after Phaelin finished discoursing with them. “What brings you here, god of death?” I asked, “I reckon there is nothing wrong in our gates.” “Not one, sire,” he stated, “Vaughan was sent from Solum.” The messenger of the gods came forth and greeted. He bowed and spoke, “Merely few warriors survived in the land of the living. The army of Apophis slaughtered most of them. They drained their strengths and were now planning to put down the demi-gods.” “They are in great dang
SolumArwald's DemesneThrone room•LOTHAIRE• "Lothaire…" Arwald stated as I arrived at his palace. I clenched my jaw as I went in front of him. "I reckon you have heard the news.” “Indeed,” I confirmed as I took off my helm, “We need to act immediately.” Lorcan and Dyani came forth and they walked briskly towards our direction. “The warriors in Sahale have been preparing for battle,” the goddess of wisdom and knowledge stated. “Did you send any demi-god?” Arwald tried to confirm. “Not at all,” Naeitha answered. “We should not put their lives in peril,” I said. “Apophis will be heading to the southern garrison,” Caliban said. “Therefore, we should start a chase on the Apophians before they reach the stronghold,” Lorcan suggested as he gritted his teeth. “I agree,” Daciana answered. “Dyani and I will take charge of the skies,” Denali proposed. “Indeed,” Naeitha uttered, “We ne
Mortal RealmCity of RhodesSouthern Garrison•LOTHAIRE• Three days have passed and we still remain to defend the dwellers of the land of the living. We retrieved survivors from their hideouts and we easily determined if they were an enemy based on the color of their eyes. Arwald ordered Denali to take the wounded warriors to Solum and offer them healing. The city was drenched in blood and flooded by corpses. We stank like the smell of the Apophian remains. We strolled through the dense forest to see if there were warriors we could recover. I threw a death wave and all the living organism withered. "I reckon that is unnecessary," Naeitha uttered. "We need to be certain," I replied. It was sundown when we confirmed that there were no enemies left. Arwald attempted to make a downpour through the clouds. A sudden copious rainfall came. "What is the reason of this deluge?" Bryndis asked him. "It is intended to wash the
Underworld RealmLothaire's DemesnePalace •PHAELIN• Hereafter this day the union will occur. I looked at the balcony of the palace as the denizens of the underworld prepared their finest wardrobe. I told them offerings were unnecessary for their presence were more valuable to me. I went back inside as I heard Lothaire having a word with Azael. He met my gaze as I went close to him. Delight filled his face as he acknowledged my presence. The servant bowed and left. “Custard Apple…” I uttered as I saw a platter of Cherimoya. It granted my nose a sweet scent and taste of vanilla. “The fruit is intended for the ceremony, my lady,” he replied. “I
Underworld RealmLothaire's DemesnePalace •PHAELIN• I opened my eyes as I felt myself being shaken. My sight was hazy at first. There was a hand placed in my shoulder and a maiden stood in front of me. Her face was not familiar and she spoke, “My lady.” She stopped what she was doing as she realized I gained consciousness in that moment. She took the weight off her feet at the edge of my bed whilst I let out a yawn. I rubbed my eyes as I sat and she arranged the pillows beside me. “Who are you?” I asked, “You entered my chamber without a key.” We both let out a laugh albeit it was quite strange to me. “The lordship gave me a spare, my lady,” she answered, “My name is Ronoe.