POV: Loki
I saw him
A man dressed in plain robes, no armor, no crown. Just the humble vestments of a priest. with a silver cross His hair was Golden, long, and unkempt. He looked… ordinary. Forgettable. Until you looked at his eyes so innocent like the world just looked pure for him
The moment he turned towards Viève, something changed.
The air thickened. The light in the room dimmed, as if it dared not outshine him.
And Viève this angel of blinding beauty, this being who had almost killed my father with a glance took a step back.
Her emerald eyes widened. Fear?
No not just fear. Reverence. Hatred. Terror.
i heard my father speak his last his voice filled with only pure reverence for Him
"Praise the Son of the ancient sun"
I wanted to save him but I didn't know how so all I did was watch the man speak for the last time but I remember what he said before viève came here wish to go to his kingdom
so that's what I did I just didn't know yet that I was already marked by Him
POV Viève
"Praise the son of the ancient sun"
'that crazy bastard actually said 'His' name!here good thing He's watching me which means he will come to sav.."'
"Viève if i wanted you dead you would already be dead the only reason i came here was for this"
that's the moment i saw him hold a cross in his hand the cross that was once part of the ancient sun
"Does that mean I can take the goblet?"
"Of course you can," Adam said, his voice calm, measured, terrifyingly gentle, "as long as you can find our little thief, that is."
???
"What do you mean?" I asked no wait where's the boy he was just there then it hit me he used the goblet he used the miracle invoker beyonder characteristic in it to wish to leave and Adam helped him escape me.
He thinks I won't chase him.
But I will.
I looked at the smoldering corpse of Ode. Weak, loyal to the end. Just like the rest of them.
"You picked the wrong time to believe in ghosts," I whispered, stepping over what remained of him.
POV Loki
All I heard was screaming.
My surroundings were chaotic flames sticking to the stone pillars and wooden houses, the clash of metal echoing through narrow alleys, bodies crumpling in blood soaked robes. The smell of incense and rot fought in the air. It was like waking into the end of a apocalipsis
I stumbled forward, the goblet clutched tight in my right hand
While im trying to control myself My legs shook. My heart was in my throat. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for any of this.
I wasn't supposed to be here all i did was said that kleins life is too easy. I wasn't even religious. I had just woken up in some fantasy-dystopia hellscape with a glowing relic and a dead father who wasn't really mine.
This was too much.
But then I remembered Him.
The man in priest robes. The one with those eyes.
The way even Viève stepped back from him.
The way the light bent around his presence like it knew not to interfere.
And what did he say? He didn't yell. He didn't threaten. He asked.
"The only reason I came here was for this."
The cross. The relic of the Ancient Sun. And then he let me go.
Or helped me go.
Which means…
I'm important to Him.
Or maybe I'm just a pawn.
Either way, I'm alive.
A/N: did you all thought i was really going to take a month i know im lazy but not that lazy ;) Well Thats all for This week send me some power stones or else im sending Amon for you…