Underworld RealmLothaire’s DemesnePalace Grounds•PHAELIN• “Where are we heading?” I asked Lothaire. Eikesier led our path—walking in front of us. The underworld lynx held the resemblance of a lion. Its fur, however, appeared dark as the night. Eikesier, Lothaire implied, was the feline visiting in the upper world. He appears little to lessen the suspicion of the mortals. “We are going to the stables,” Lothaire spoke as we arrived at the stalls, “I am going to get a chariot.” The animals' majesty rendered my being speechless. I never knew there were horses here in the underworld—soul horses. Lothaire stated that when horses die in the land of the living, their spirits go down here in their realm. They will have wi
Underworld RealmLothaire's DemesneBaharan Meadows•PHAELIN• Cold wind touched the side of my cheek and the tip of my nose froze as we reached the steel gates of Baharan. I shivered as we stepped out of the chariot. The walls were immense, dark, and made of humus. "Wear this, my lady," Lothaire uttered, handing his cape. He settled the pegasus at the side. "How about you?" I asked in return, concerned due to his gesture. "I will be fine,” he answered, “I am used to it.” The silence was deafening. He waved his hand and the gates opened in his command. Darkness surrounds us but the path was still visible. We walked inside an
Land of the LivingCity of LucienDelphine Park•LOTHAIRE• I wore the helm of invisibility as I strolled around to find my betrothed. Azael and the servants greeted my being with a horrified expression stating Phaelin was nowhere to be found when I left. The gods of the underworld did not even notice her disappearance. Thanatos, guarding the gates with Eikesier, gave a word that the entrance on the Cape Matapan which redirects to the Village of Vathia was opened when they looked. It must have been where she exited. As much as my entirety wanted to set everything ablaze to what was occurring, I set it aside to find her first. It is not a pleasant time for her to be here—above our dominion—in the eyes of the enemies.“Scatter,” I uttered as the warriors of the underworld shifted as shadows and traveled. There is a certain place where she might go—their home—the last place she set foot in before she was taken.I went straight to it, cautious not to be noticed, while m
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