The Primordial Record - #283 - 283 Marked For Death

The palace of Erohim was built from an ore that resembled flowing magma, and it seemed to glow with an unending heat, as the air around the palace was warping as if under intense pressure. 

There were massive statues of the god all around the place but now they were all faceless, as if the death of the god had erased his identity from the planet.

The Divine Palace of a god should be mighty, with inexhaustible legions of generals guarding the gate because inside the palace was the Divine Spark of a god. Touted by many to be among the most precious objects in the universe.

Erohim palace contained the remnants of his Divine Spark, but the palace was a far cry of what was expected from a god and a receptacle for a Divine Spark.

 Fury thought his own palace was ten times more opulent, except for the size of Erohim palace which was thousands of miles in length, it had been buried deep beneath the ground, another travesty to a god, but by this point they were beyond counting the amounts of travesties committed against Erohim.

Yet, even this palace and the Divine Spark that it may contain became meaningless as Fury found something better—these magnificent creatures before him. He had seen many gods, but nothing like this before. If anyone had told him such creatures could exist outside of those fabled realms in the depths of Supreme Worlds, he would never believe it because it took a level of insight to understand the total beauty each of these creatures commanded.

Fury should know, because unlike many others, he not only sees with his eyes, he also sees with his heart. 

He gasped when they suddenly attacked the Divine Palace, he wanted to call out a warning to them, even if this was the faded vestige of a god’s Divine Palace, it would still have sufficient defense that could harm anyone under the realm of the gods.

The next series of events cemented the notion in his mind of acquiring these creatures. 

Around the Divine Palace of a god was a sphere of protection that was intrinsic to the palace itself, carrying the traits of both offense and defense, and as the creatures attempted to attack the palace the field sprang up with a dome of orange light that also emitted an intense amount of heat.

If the presence of the field was a problem to the creatures, they showed no sign as they pushed their way through it, yet they were not unharmed, as the intense heat began melting their flesh and turning it to ash. They only gave out roars of rage and annoyance, but they did not stop, and all six of them penetrated through the orange force field and when they emerged from the other side, only their gleaming crystal bones were left.

They began regenerating their flesh so quickly that Fury became amazed, especially when he detected that none of them were above the first Great Circle. This rate of regeneration should only be possible for Spiritual beings of the Third Circle or Corporeal beings of the Fourth Circle.

A sense of ownership erupted in his heart, his destiny was one without obstacles or shackles, and before him were Divine Creatures beyond equal and somehow the universe had placed them within his grasp when they were still weak, with his inherent bloodline ability, it was a foregone conclusion about him claiming them. 

Creatures like these could not be found outside Supreme Worlds, and it was said it would be impossible to see one unless by Divine Intervention.

Fury had always wanted a crown! Every piece of adornment on his body were made from Spiritual beings of the third circle, and the reason he had not yet crafted a crown was because he was waiting for the perfect summoning in the universe. He knew he was the Divine Child of providence, and his crown should shake all of creation.

With such a crown, would he not be able to achieve the greatest wish of all the gods of Trion? Could he Fury Akranothotez Kuranes not be able to push the Empire to become a supreme world?

This was the purpose for his birth, all the providence of the entire empire had been focused on his birth, with a singular wish to make the Empire shine bright across the universe. Other men were born with lesser pursuit, but his destiny was to create an everlasting Dominion that could live beyond the end of the Universe. What greater purpose could there ever be?

He watched as the Divine Beast began consuming the palace of a god and he began to laugh, inside his heart, the flames of ambition like none other began to burn as his soul quivered, even with his calculating mind, he could not help but to think thoughts of megalomaniac,

 “Yes, eat more… when I take you out of this pitiful pond and bring you to the ocean, only there will your true light be cast on all! I shall ascend the Throne of Grace and I will be a god to all.”

Rowan did not know this trait about his Ouroboros Serpent, whenever they became truly angry, mystical runes begin to emerge from their bodies and paint their scales in scripts of war. 

Now that script was beginning to emerge on their bodies. They had their orders however, and they focused on consumption, but from afar it was possible to see that the scripts were taking on the guise of Fury. It meant he was now marked for death.

Fury frowned as he detected the chains he bound that unruly kinsman break apart and the Spirit he kept at the gate alerted him to him crossing, and he sighed, “Let me handle this distraction first, and then I can claim my prize.”

Fury turned and looked at the gate of the Divine Kingdom as his nine colored eyes blazed like the sun, but he could no longer find the presence of Rowan, and then a voice whispered by his side, “looking for me?”