Perindor, Crescentia
Shortly after the foes were dispatched at the mountain, the Watchers, returning to their guard post met with the water tribe and Aberon, who after hearing the situation explained, were escorted to the Capitol, and granted an audience with Heidel. It had been a few weeks since Xander had arrived in Crescentia and him having either peered through the grand archives of Perindor or ended up subjecting himself to boredom, was called into an audience along with everyone else. It was a tumultuous day, to say the least. With the word spreading that the God-creator of Crescentia having manifested in physical form, a man who walked along mortals, slowly began to spread through the streets, some having seen the ‘deity’ themselves, as he was escorted through the streets.
As the posse arrived in the throne room, Aberon walking in front of Sedna and Amka, with several guards around them, as well as the 11 of the 12 Regis Knights also in attendance. Xander also had been invited to partake in this discussion, it was likely the most occupied the throne room had been since the Giant War millennia ago. The pressure that filled the room was immense, as two giants of the ages stood across from each other. Heidel Vaan Ariandel, Ruler of Crescentia, and Aberon, the once god-creator of Crescentia. While others in the room bowed to show respect to Heidel, Aberon remained standing. Who was he to put himself below a mere once-mortal.
In all likelihood, it wouldn’t be wrong to place Heidel in a position of nigh-godhood herself, having an immortal body and the capability to exert her influence over any human and have them subject themselves to her will. However, Aberon was no human. His existence was something that laid on the outside of what mankind would call ‘human’. While Heidel’s origin was something that was once human, Aberon had been created from a much higher-power.
“...A rather sad state the world is in at the moment.” Aberon was the first to speak, as he looked down to Heidel.
“So a ‘god’ stands before his creations, crippled and weak. How foolish.” Heidel disliked the man’s tone of voice; she had doubts believing he was who he said he was.
“A creation talking back to its creator? The fool here is you, young Ariandel.” Aberon held a look of smugness through his speech. By all means, he was proud of his creations, but compared to him they were little more than ants.
“Are you so delusional to think yourself a god?”
“I believe I’m the one with the most clarity out of anyone here.”
“You’ll watch your tone.”
“What right have you to order me?” Aberon threw his arms out to his sides, and tilted his head up, looking down at Heidel. “I am your creator! Why should I be mindful of my tone? When I look at you, I see no difference from you to any other being in this room.”
“You WILL bow to me!” It was in that moment that Heidel had begun exerting her Authority of Heaven. Every person in the room, if they weren’t already bowing, would be compelled to kneel and bow their heads at Heidel. Resisting would cause them severe pain, but complying would result in them feeling loyalty and affection towards Heidel.
There was one, however, who didn’t.
Aberon stood in the middle of the room looking around at the surrounding people, giving a sigh and a shrug. “You really think the Authority I bestowed upon you would affect me?”
Heidel was taken back at Aberon’s resistance, and begun thinking ‘what if’. Was this truly the God of All?
There was still one way to test.
Heidel stood up and held out her arm to her side. A blue and gold spear manifested in her hand before she swang it forward, pointing it at Aberon.
“Ah.” Aberon was mildly surprised.
In no less than a blink of an eye, Heidel had blitzed forward in a thrust attack on Aberon. She moved faster than human eyes could track, but the glowing spear left a trail of blue light as it streaked across the room. Before the spear could even touch Aberon, Heidel would be stopped by some ‘force’ that kept her from striking the man before her. Her arm shook with tension as she tried to resist, but the spear wouldn’t move an inch.
“Bahamut.” Aberon began speaking. “A weapon meant for fighting Gods and other beings that transcended the bounds logic of this world.” Aberon touched the tip with his finger, the tip pricking his finger, causing a strange blue liquid to come out. “You’re a greater fool than I thought, girl. What result would you expect, raising this weapon against the one who gifted it to you.” Aberon paused a moment. “Are you content now, knowing who I am?”
Heidel took a sigh and relaxed. Her Authority faded and she turned around to her throne. “...Yes.”
“Excellent, I’m glad you’re quick to understand.” Aberon spoke with slight sarcasm in his voice but was happy nonetheless. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, let us begin from the start, shall we?”
He didn’t even wait for a response.
“I’m Aberon, the Creator of Crescentia and all Mankind.” He gave a slight bow. “And while I hate to admit it, I require your assistance in regaining my divinity. The Giants really did a dirty hit on me. I suggest we first head to Eden and begin our search there.”
Shortly after the foes were dispatched at the mountain, the Watchers, returning to their guard post met with the water tribe and Aberon, who after hearing the situation explained, were escorted to the Capitol, and granted an audience with Heidel. It had been a few weeks since Xander had arrived in Crescentia and him having either peered through the grand archives of Perindor or ended up subjecting himself to boredom, was called into an audience along with everyone else. It was a tumultuous day, to say the least. With the word spreading that the God-creator of Crescentia having manifested in physical form, a man who walked along mortals, slowly began to spread through the streets, some having seen the ‘deity’ themselves, as he was escorted through the streets.
As the posse arrived in the throne room, Aberon walking in front of Sedna and Amka, with several guards around them, as well as the 11 of the 12 Regis Knights also in attendance. Xander also had been invited to partake in this discussion, it was likely the most occupied the throne room had been since the Giant War millennia ago. The pressure that filled the room was immense, as two giants of the ages stood across from each other. Heidel Vaan Ariandel, Ruler of Crescentia, and Aberon, the once god-creator of Crescentia. While others in the room bowed to show respect to Heidel, Aberon remained standing. Who was he to put himself below a mere once-mortal.
In all likelihood, it wouldn’t be wrong to place Heidel in a position of nigh-godhood herself, having an immortal body and the capability to exert her influence over any human and have them subject themselves to her will. However, Aberon was no human. His existence was something that laid on the outside of what mankind would call ‘human’. While Heidel’s origin was something that was once human, Aberon had been created from a much higher-power.
“...A rather sad state the world is in at the moment.” Aberon was the first to speak, as he looked down to Heidel.
“So a ‘god’ stands before his creations, crippled and weak. How foolish.” Heidel disliked the man’s tone of voice; she had doubts believing he was who he said he was.
“A creation talking back to its creator? The fool here is you, young Ariandel.” Aberon held a look of smugness through his speech. By all means, he was proud of his creations, but compared to him they were little more than ants.
“Are you so delusional to think yourself a god?”
“I believe I’m the one with the most clarity out of anyone here.”
“You’ll watch your tone.”
“What right have you to order me?” Aberon threw his arms out to his sides, and tilted his head up, looking down at Heidel. “I am your creator! Why should I be mindful of my tone? When I look at you, I see no difference from you to any other being in this room.”
“You WILL bow to me!” It was in that moment that Heidel had begun exerting her Authority of Heaven. Every person in the room, if they weren’t already bowing, would be compelled to kneel and bow their heads at Heidel. Resisting would cause them severe pain, but complying would result in them feeling loyalty and affection towards Heidel.
There was one, however, who didn’t.
Aberon stood in the middle of the room looking around at the surrounding people, giving a sigh and a shrug. “You really think the Authority I bestowed upon you would affect me?”
Heidel was taken back at Aberon’s resistance, and begun thinking ‘what if’. Was this truly the God of All?
There was still one way to test.
Heidel stood up and held out her arm to her side. A blue and gold spear manifested in her hand before she swang it forward, pointing it at Aberon.
“Ah.” Aberon was mildly surprised.
In no less than a blink of an eye, Heidel had blitzed forward in a thrust attack on Aberon. She moved faster than human eyes could track, but the glowing spear left a trail of blue light as it streaked across the room. Before the spear could even touch Aberon, Heidel would be stopped by some ‘force’ that kept her from striking the man before her. Her arm shook with tension as she tried to resist, but the spear wouldn’t move an inch.
“Bahamut.” Aberon began speaking. “A weapon meant for fighting Gods and other beings that transcended the bounds logic of this world.” Aberon touched the tip with his finger, the tip pricking his finger, causing a strange blue liquid to come out. “You’re a greater fool than I thought, girl. What result would you expect, raising this weapon against the one who gifted it to you.” Aberon paused a moment. “Are you content now, knowing who I am?”
Heidel took a sigh and relaxed. Her Authority faded and she turned around to her throne. “...Yes.”
“Excellent, I’m glad you’re quick to understand.” Aberon spoke with slight sarcasm in his voice but was happy nonetheless. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, let us begin from the start, shall we?”
He didn’t even wait for a response.
“I’m Aberon, the Creator of Crescentia and all Mankind.” He gave a slight bow. “And while I hate to admit it, I require your assistance in regaining my divinity. The Giants really did a dirty hit on me. I suggest we first head to Eden and begin our search there.”