Empire Of Souls 142 Matters Of The Past 2

The sound of heels. .h.i.tting a marble floor echoed through a barren hallway. A beautiful and young woman in a full bodied and luxuriant dress walked slowly and with heavy steps. This was Mythras, the G.o.ddess of magic and mysteries. She was a G.o.d on the same level as Tihr and had a relatively good relations.h.i.+p with Tihr for many hundreds of thousands of years. 

They were part of the same pantheon and had ascended to G.o.dhood during the same generation. One could consider them to be childhood friends because of the way G.o.ds perceived time. This didn't mean they spent their actual childhood together, but they had been mortals at the same time and ascended during the same era.

Basically, their relations.h.i.+p was as close as G.o.ds could be. Yet, she felt that Tihr had become strange to her. He was no longer the predictable man she remembered and was now surrounded with secrecy. She just couldn't see through him and this worried her. The current era they lived in was chaotic and filled with uncertainties.

The war with the Daemon wasn't going well and the Devils had grown restless. There were even signs of another Devil Invasion of the Heavens. Their wish to usurp the authority of Law had never ceased ever since the fall of their progenitor, the Archangel Lucifer.

'Why is he acting so strangely now? Is it connected to those mortals, the brother and sister? How strange. I wouldn't have ever even noticed such a tiny and insignificant event under normal circ.u.mstances. It seems I will need to distance myself from Tihr, but I shouldn't make it too obvious.'

As she continued to head down the hallway towards her living s.p.a.ce on the G.o.d Fortress, she couldn't help but frown in thought. This did not detract from her beauty or elegance in any way, but frowning truly wasn't suitable for her. She could only display her greatest brilliance when her expression was calm, showcasing the wise and solemn appearance of a G.o.ddess. 

No matter how the G.o.ds tried to distance themselves from their mortal ties, it was impossible to fully cut off those connections no matter how much they wished to do so. They would still feel emotions and while their control and will were greater than a mortal, they weren't so different at their core.

Mythras couldn't shake the ominous feeling that suddenly gripped her. Her eyes swirled, changing in color, as she stared into a darker part of the desolate hallway. Strangely enough, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Moksha, why are you here? You never leave your divine kingdom. Wasn't it you that said you preferred the lifeless metallic husks you call servants to the company of the G.o.ds?"

Moksha walked towards Mythras and smiled, but it was a cold smile and not one filled with life. If she hadn't known better, she might think Moksha was just like his lifeless servants.

"This is just an avatar, as is your current body. We are only required to be here in our true bodies when it is our time to serve in the G.o.d army. How unlucky for Tihr, to be forced into service at such a chaotic time."

A chill crawled down Mythra's back despite the fact that it was only an avatar of hers. She found it strange that he would appear here and suddenly mention Tihr, especially when she had just been thinking about him.

"Get to the point Moksha. I don't have time for games, I am busy." Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"How absurd, busy? We G.o.ds have all the time in the world. We even have multiple bodies, hordes of followers, servants, armies of creatures to do our bidding. What we do not lack at all is time, and those willing to do anything for us, yet you say you are busy." 

Moksha began, but noticing Mythra's dampening mood, he stopped his teasing manner and became serious.

"Fine, I was only pa.s.sing by. I have business here, but I wanted to warn you. Do not trust Tihr, he is not the man you think he is."

Dropping those words, Moksha turned and left from the direction he came before Mythras could respond. She didn't know what to make of his words, but she found the timing to be peculiar. She watched Moksha disappear down the hallway and then finally returned to her own living area. Her living s.p.a.ce was quite different from Tihr who only had the most bare of furnis.h.i.+ngs. Mythras large living s.p.a.ce was lavishly decorated and exuded an aura of mysticism. There was a purple haze which covered the entire room and many strange and exquisite items littered throughout.

None of these things caught her eye at the moment and she quickly rushed towards a room where she kept a divine tool used for communicating with her followers.

"Eneran, answer me now." she spoke into the magic device which was similar to a large mirror and there was a crystal ball which acted as some sort of control device.

Eneran's image and surroundings soon appeared on the mirror. Mythras could see him clearly, but Eneran could only hear the voice of his G.o.ddess. The G.o.ds hardly ever communicated with their followers this way, but there were always exceptions and circ.u.mstances where it was necessary.

"My G.o.ddess, your servant answers."

"I don't have much time, what have you learned from the girl?"

Noticing the impatience in Mythra's voice, Eneran didn't hesitate to answer, "There is very little I could glean from her. You forbade me from using any of my… methods. I could only attempt to ask questions without being too obvious. However, the girl is hysterical and has been for days now. Her words are nonsensical and she is clearly emotionally disturbed."

She was hoping for more, but this was to be expected.

"Forget it, Tihr might have done something to her mind and he is most likely paying close attention to her. We can't let him think we are suspicious. I want you to use all our resources on that continent to dig up everything about these siblings. I want to know why they are so important to Tihr, there is something strange going on. My intuition is telling me this. I will also move some a.s.sets from the central continent to aid you. You must handle this with extreme care. I suspect that Moksha may also be involved and there is also that servant of Cyric. It is uncertain how many divine beings have their hands in this chaotic mess and my intuition is telling me that danger is approaching."

Eneran gasped when he heard this. What did it mean when a divine being felt danger approaching? This could very well be something on the level of a cataclysmic event. When a divinity had such a premonition, disaster was soon to follow and Mythras was especially suited towards such premonitions due to the Laws she had mastery over.

"My G.o.ddess, what could this mean?"

"I don't know yet, there are many matters that are not suitable to speak of to you mortals."

Her response perturbed Eneran even more and he once more realized how inconsequential and powerless he was. If even his G.o.ddess warned of danger, how could he escape such an event?

"You don't need to worry. Even though I sense danger, there is no way to know exactly when it will come. It could be today, it could be in a thousand years. This is why we prefer not to reveal such things to mortals. Complete what I have asked of you and you will be rewarded. You are not far from a Mythical cla.s.s and soon there will be a place for you in my divine kingdom."

Eneran prostrated himself on the ground. He didn't know where Mythras was, but it didn't matter. He knew she could see him.

"Thank you my G.o.ddess. I live to serve."

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In a desolate place where one would think no life could survive, there was an unearthly stronghold of formidable appearance and might. It was far larger than anything built by man and everywhere one looked flowed fiery magma and scorched earth. There were also the pitiable cries of the suffering, and the screeching and howling of strange spirit like beings. 

Deep within the stronghold a sigh that stretched for eternity was released. It shook the surrounding region and even the stronghold swayed as if it were being blown by a slight breeze.

"Finally, my voice reached him." A booming voice rumbled through the walls of the stronghold like an avalanche soon followed by more thunderous words, "Conquest, Pestilence, Famine, Death."

These names were called in summons and were immediately answered.

"We are here master!" four voices called out in unison.

"Hear your orders. It is time for Chaos to reign so that Destruction will soon follow. The Abyss will move upon the Nine h.e.l.ls. Grant the fallen one the object he seeks. Those traitorous Angels will get what they deserve."

"Yes master!" the four Hors.e.m.e.n replied and rose to carry out their orders.

"Wait!" the commanding voice called out once more, shaking the four hors.e.m.e.n.

"Aid him, he must not fall. Send him each one servant. Gain his trust. Consider him as you consider me. That is all."

The four hors.e.m.e.n glanced at each other strangely. Their true appearances were not visible, but they could each understand what the other was thinking. It was possible for them to send one of their servants, but it was not without cost.

"It is as we must." Conquest finally said after a long silence.

Each hors.e.m.e.n returned to the saddles of their nightmarish mounts and once more rode off into the distant barren landscape.