Pleiades star cluster, Qilsa
*Ahem*
"It has been a long time since we, the esteemed representatives of the PAXTERRA ACCORD, have sat in the same room together. Truly, I am honoured to be able to host this era's concilium."
A man's courteous voice resounded across the towering ballroom. White concrete walls engraved with complex images of war and peace surrounded the ballroom on all four sides. Intricately carved concrete pillars were spread evenly around the east and west wings of the large room, soaring up endlessly with no end in sight. At the north and south ends of the room were giant golden stained-glass windows which let in wisps of natural light from the outside of the ballroom, the light added a more holier impression to the ballroom, especially with the white-stone statues that resided just in front of the windows. The roof was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced with a cloudy gaseous substance that fogged up the top of the ballroom, creating a rather mystical atmosphere. In the centre of the room, a round table surrounded by ten silver, marble chairs that contrasted the white marble floor was erected.
Standing in front of the most northward chair was the man who was speaking just a second ago. Appearing human, he had short black hair combed into a fringe, electric blue eyes that sparked as he spoke and he wore an elegant black suit which accentuated his dense muscles underneath it.
This man was one of the ten representatives of what he called the 'PAXTERRA ACCORD'. His name was Arivius [PA3], and the ballroom that they were sat in also happened to belong to him. As a matter of fact, the whole celestial body of Qilsa belonged to him.
As his words finished echoing off the walls of the ballroom, he continued;
"I assume all of your domains are in harmony at the moment?"
The question gave way to several overlapped voices as the representatives all affirmed the question.
"Good, good. Prosperity be to you, honourable friends. Now, before I begin; is anyone unsure of the subject matter of today's concilium?"
Three hands were raised in response to his question, one of the people who raised their hand spoke up,
"Unfortunately, we were called here during an untimely instance. As a result we were unable to be fully briefed on the matter."
The other two people also gave reasons for their nescience, to which Arivius proceeded to explain to the whole table,
"It appears that we are approaching the time of the prophetised war."
He spoke without unrest, his tone as peaceful as a spring birds hymn.
"And It seems the prophecy isn't total malarkey. In the Triangulum Galaxy a couple million light years away resides a fabric of origin, and currently, there are many entities in that galaxy and from neighbouring galaxies which intend to seize it for themselves – members of our own galaxy included; technically speaking, those who are not under the banner of the PAXTERRA ACCORD.
We are gathered her today to organise a strategy on how we will pass this disorderly period of time without incurring many losses."
One of the people who raised their hands, a petite human woman with wavy, glossy silver hair that reached down to her shoulders, spoke up. She was wearing a baggy black shirt matched with equally baggy gray cargos – her choice of clothing may have seemed weird, but not everyone attends these meetings in formal-wear. In fact, most people don't, the reason for this was because this whole gathering between the representatives wasn't even anything spectacular. Even though Arivius may have made it seem like something extraordinary, that was mostly for dramatic effect. Arivius is what you may call; the family trailblazer. Yes, family. Every being here treats each other like family, there is no animosity, just pure respect. There is no need to put on airs in front of family.
"Are we gonna participate in the war? Or stay neutral?"
The woman's voice flowed through the quiet ballroom like pure silk. Charm mixed with maturity. Her name was Naina [PA0], The founder of the PAXTERRA ACCORD and to some; the saviour of their worlds.
"Well, We do not know yet. I say we handle this democratically, though – I suppose we should discuss what the result of both sides would mean for us."
Arivius responded
And so, the concilium officially began.
Far away, in the Triangulum Galaxy, right in the centre; a being was emerging.
Straight out of nothing.
At first, it was nothing but a small cluster of atoms no larger than a single cell. Then, it grew. The process took many months, all the while, an invisible, undetectable barrier was erected around the growing being – hiding it from the peering eyes of any who may attempt to look.
Nine months later, the barrier dissipated. Firstly cracking into millions of pieces before completely vanishing into stardust. In its place stood a now fully formed being. A sovereign born without domain. The primordial picture of elegance itself!
He was relatively tall in height, being 6'1. His skin was sun-kissed cream, perfectly proportional with the rest of his body. Raven black hair flowed down his back in straight strands. A pair of cerulean eyes shone, lighting up the shape of a nebulae within them. His jawline was defined with immense detail.
Three chromatic, horns spiralled atop his head like a crown. They oriented themselves in a way which one was directly in the middle, pointing upwards at an eighty degree angle, and the other two were around ten centimetres apart from the middle one, pointing at the same angles in different directions.
The being was clothed in a sleek, black kimono combined with a black hakama – tied together by a white himo. Both garments were covered in subtle illustrations of golden clouds of all sorts of shapes and sizes. On the back of the kimono, in an unintelligible language, the word "Primeval" was printed in the same gold which was used for the clouds.
In his near vicinity floated a black odachi presented within a golden sheath. No apparent details were imprinted upon it, making it appear as nothing but a simple sword.
Suddenly, a long azure string spawned near his raven hair and proceeded to tie itself around the long hair in a neat knot. Now the hair was tied back and as this happened; the man's cerulean eyes gained clarity, and with that came a rush of energy that escaped his body.
Dense, violet particles escaped him in endless waves as the man looked around, seemingly dazed by his surroundings. He opened his mouth, ready to speak, but was promptly interrupted by a broken, static voice which whispered deeply into his mind,
"Eldritch"
"Pandemonium"
"Absolute"
Across the universe, the factions all sensed the wave of energy escaping from the centre of the Triangulum Galaxy, and as such, they began to make their move.
Everyone wanted a piece of the pie.
Everyone wanted…
The fabric of origin.
But, the question is, will they get it?
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The Blueprint