612 Raining Angels
In the Synder Empire throne room, the arrangement of individuals during meetings was totally different and there were even more.
The first was the founder of the Empire, Synder, who had descended in his physical form. He embodied the essence of divine combustion and radiated an aura of unquenchable white flames. His stiff face was decorated with fiery white eyebrows and a thick white fiery moustache.
Adorned in an intricate ensemble of shimmering golden armour, Synder's regal attire seems forged from the very essence of molten gold, each plate and ornamentation intricately detailed. The armour, embellished with ornate patterns reminiscent of dancing flames, moulds seamlessly to Synder's form, embodying strength, resilience, and an otherworldly elegance.
Standing to his right was Emperor Cinder and at the left was Prince Bryon, while the councillors stood in their normal positions with their heads bowed in fear of angering the god of flames and destruction.
Apart from the presence of the founding father of the empire, there were three new people in the room. The first was his beloved grandson, Luciano, who hadn't changed much. The next was Castiel, who now had dark purple hair with a cruel smile spread across his face while his diabolical aura slowly diffused from his body.
He had just stepped into the angel realm not too long ago and was the second to the weakest person among everyone present. However, he was the most comfortable with his head raised high even in the presence of Synder's oppressive aura. Even his countenance felt like everyone else in the room except for Synder was beneath him.
The last but definitely not the least was the God of Light and leader of The Crusaders, Solarael. Seated on a floating hard light construct, Solarael was the embodiment of radiant splendour and the light element. Solarael possessed an eternally youthful countenance, with chiselled features that reflected an otherworldly beauty. His eyes, akin to twin orbs of glistening sunlight, shimmered with an inner glow that mirrored the cosmic radiance of stars.
Solarael's hair cascaded like liquid gold, flowing in waves of shimmering brilliance that caught and refracted the light around him. Each strand seems to radiate its own soft luminescence, adding to his divine allure.
'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'. This was the first thought that came to the God of light when he heard about the involvement of the masked man of the league in the war of both empires. Immediately, he made a decision to contact and join hands with Synder to enact his revenge.
Once they formed the alliance, he got to know about Synder's plan with the 'All-Father'. However, he wasn't told the full story all he was told was that the former All-Father had a way of breaking them out of the dimension if he was to return to the Deity realm.
Knowing that this dimension that they were banished to was nothing but a cage that limited their growth. This made him quickly accept the deal.
"How was your evaluation of the 3rd sea lord?" Synder asked in a calm tone that would make an outsider not believe that he was on the losing end of the war.
"I didn't know you were so eager to die," Synder taunted as his figure came into view with his subordinates.
In an instant, a fiery and malicious aura exploded from his body, washing through the entire area. The presence of the God of war and destruction was boundless and fierce. As if in response to their master's aura, Angels of the Synder empire began rising into the air from the capital, their murderous gaze pinned on Cassius and his crew.
At this point, the masters of Tigeria and the League felt pressured. The sheer number of the enemy forces was simply overwhelming, it was clear they were badly outnumbered. 'Why the fuck were we brought here?' Zyvexin cursed under his breath as he wondered why a man he knew nothing of, seated on the crystal throne, brought just a few of them to fight Synder and his entire forces.
"We do not need these small fries disturbing us, do we?" Cassius said, clearly unperturbed by Synder's taunts or the staggering number of angels rising against them.
Upon saying these words, the atmosphere turned heavy as an ominous feeling rippled from the crystal throne. It seemed as if time had slowed down as the feeling of death washed over the area and the crystal throne turned black. A terrifying pulse of dark energy rippled from the black throne, covering the entire area.
There was silence for a second but what happened next left many shaken. Hundreds of angels began dropping from the skies, unconcious! To those above, such a display of power has never been seen before. Even Zyvexin and Xeros couldn't help but give Cassius another questioning look as they wondered who the hell this man was.
For those below, walking on the streets of the capital, they watched with their mouth left wide open due to shock. Angels which are considered the main fighting force of any empire were disabled in an instant! It was raining angels! That was the only way they could describe what was happening.
Unmoved by the outcome of his attack, Cassius gently grabbed the armrest of his black throne and pushed himself up. As soon as he was standing, the throne was consumed by a fog of darkness, blocking it from the view of everyone. A cool breeze blew across the battlefield, blowing away the fog while revealing a black reaper's scythe levitating by Cassius' side, just within reach of his right hand. _______________________________________________________________________________________________
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Killing God: Wrath of the First Nephilim
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