Kælith worsened by the day. His anomalous antics had become too frequent to not ignore and slowly his health declined until he got sick..so much so that it did not get better with time. What started as a simple cold became a fever, yellowing of the skin, blood vomiting...and his bright eye dimming and his dark becoming a bottomless pit. Ethera tended to him, tried everything in her power to cure him, searching far and wide for answers...only for her to return..frail heart shattered, hopes diminishing and she herself withered down.. she hadn't slept and eaten properly and she needed answers.
While Zyros was busy with an audience of many of the mortals coming to his presence with the same trouble, she barged in, voice full of anguish, anger and fear for her son demanded answers. "DO YOU CARE FOR OUR SON?!" she screeched, "HAVE YOU NO SHAME TO ABANDON OUR SON AND CARE ONLY FOR THE MORTALS? I NEED ANSWERS, I NEED THEM NOW! YOU HAVE TO TELL ME HOW WE WILL SAVE OUR SON!". "My dear, calm down. I will explai-" ; "I WILL ONLY CALM DOWN WHEN OUR SON IS HEALTHY AND FINE, YOU MUST ANSWER NOW!" ; "please dont shout, i-" ; "CURE HIM NOW!!!" ; "YOU WANT ANSWERS? FINE HERE'S YOUR ANSWER. IT WAS MY BROTHER CYRUS, HE MADE THIS ILLNESS.. AS A MATTER OF FACT THIS ISNT EVEN AN ILLNESS, ITS A FORM OF CORRUPTION. GUESS WHAT, HE DID THIS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO GET BACK AT ME FOR BANISHING HIM TO HELL AFTER HE ATTACKED MY FATHER...." and with a sob breaking each word zyros continued.. "he..wants our son.... he wants our son to become like him.. a demon... the ruler of hell... a monster of corruption....."
A moment of silence erupted in the hall.. and after composing himself he holds his wife's face, cupping her and with some mad hope in his voice he tells her "I gathered these men over here because I found a solution... not just for our son..but for the world as well... a thousand souls and the soul of a dead Parent or grand parent of our son are needed.. we named him after my own father... with it and with the souls of these great people here...we shall cure our son..and theirs..".. tears of hope course down her face as she heard these words.
Preparations were made for the ritual, great priests of heaven sat in a line, readying the holy fire for the mass immolation of those ready to sacrifice themselves. Kælith was brought forth to sit near the fire and look into the very essence as the souls fused together to remove the corruption by sucking it out of the soul. Slowly one by one people entered the fire, reciting their prayers.. leaders, mothers, abandoned children and warriors, all united in their sacrifice for their own people. As each soul entered, the fire grew bigger and brighter and eventually the last soul had to be added.. Kæliths' grandfather's soul... The fire grew to be massive, his eyes burned, his skin blistering, and from the depth of his gut he had vomited out a black mass and his own blood, Ethera tried to comfort him but Zyros stopped her.. "The corruption is leaving him.. do not approach him".. Kælith started to scream and writhe in pain and all Zyros could do was watch.. praying that his son would endure and survive. His screams slowly died down and the room filled with the sounds of the raging flame and the choking of the priests..they coughed blood and their breath hitched and then silence.. they went limp, pale and dropped down lifeless. From the very mouth of Kælith came a voice not his own.. cackling of an ominous tone and then silence as the voice started to become mocking, coming from the fire itself.. "You fools thought your sacrificial lambs were all innocent...if only did i not whisper sweet lies and false niceties to them. You thought father's soul was safe... oh how wrong you thought. You're so complacent thinking you won after banishing me to hell.".
From the raging fire itself, the souls twisted about and took on a physical form and from the very holy fire itself came out the most unholy.. the ruler of hell itself.. the fallen brother of Zyros, Cyrus walked straight out. Zyros charged with a fury never seen before, bolt after bolt, lightning struck Cyrus, yet he stood unflinched and simply held him in place with the flick of a wrist and a closing fist, Zyros stood immobilized. "Little Child, you love your father very dearly..yet he spent so little time with you" ; "Lies, do not listen to him Kælith" ; "Why, yes listen to mother Kælith. I may be a liar, but you yourself have just seen your father stop your mother from coming to comfort you while you cried in pain.. what about that? Is that how a father cares?" ; "YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY SON.. A FINGER OF YOURS TOUCH HIM AND I WILL SHOW HELL WHAT THE WRATH OF A MOTHER IS", and with that Ethera singed Cyrus' eyes with a bright flash, dragging him by the hair to a pool of water and held him in place, tore off his arm..and yet Cyrus managed to block her attacks, dragged her close and headbutted her and staggered her..he grew his hand back and grabbed her hair, only for her to stab him in the eye and pulled it out and then she burned his eyes even more with a brighter flash, punching him wherever and headbutting him..he recovered faster than before and with a roar he punched straight into her chest and pulled heart out and with the other hand he tore her head clean off and she fell lifeless to the ground..all while Zyros watched helplessly and Kælith gripped with fear... ""Little Child... your father isn't a loving man. He abandoned you while you screamed and writhed in pain... I was like you... abandoned by my father.
He loved your father more than me... shooed me away when I wanted to play... and instead spent his time with him. All I did was raise my voice... and that was enough for your father to banish me to hell.
He didn't even care to look at me when I begged him to help me... to protect me from the suffering. He turned a blind eye.
And so did your father repeat what my father did to me... to you. He shooed you away when he was busy. He didn't play with you. Why? Because mortals needed him more.
He performed this ritual... why? Because mortals were suffering as well.
Did he ever look at you?
And look at him right there... helplessly watching his wife die before his eyes.
He... truly... NEVER... loved you.
Just as he never loved me... like our father.".
With these words hanging in the air Cyrus walked back into the flame that spawned him and disappeared... Zyros rushed back to Kælith, kissing his forehead and comforting the crying Child, shielding him from the sight of his dead mother... "Don't cry my child..I tried to save you..please listen to me" ; "DONT TOUCH ME! YOU FAILED TO SAVE MOTHER! I HATE YOU" yelled little Kælith, running away crying his pain away.