Floria.
The world of humanity. Comprimised of multiple regions— cities as they call it. Lovanka, Asaldom, Sumaria and so much more.
Contrasting Invalia’s mythological spectacle or Ostra’s everchanging lands, Floria is traditional. A world that evolves like the old one — carriages on cobbled roads, horses neighing past vendors and barns, parks filled with lovers clutching hands.
Ten years ago this was just nothing; but now it’s worth all of mankind.
Mankind blessed with the power bestowed to them by Thidos, the power of Enchant.
(“Let there be the power of all Floria! Lover of GOD!”)
The ability to maximise your inner potential to the maximun it can reach, unlike Invalia or Ostra which only judge by birth merit— Florians are granted this on birth, able to train their ability, harness it to the inner most capacaity. Some of different backgrounds, such as the Medeans may try to learn— try to understand the mathlogical aspects of this power but never to the same ability.
“Enchant.”
However.
Something more valuable is the Golden Cathedral, holy place of Thidos the Lord of Floria. With him by his right hand is Amarze, the Hero and sole confidant of him.
There was an ever compassing gateway surrounding the circular building— myths say that the insides are forever expanding and infinite, however there is one constant.
One singularity point, which is the Throne Room.
Where Thidos sits— the one chosen by Ezekiel Levy to take fruition of this world, he has succeeded.
Low crime rates, chigh employment and a beautiful economy— the skies aren’et full of pollution and the streets remain tidy, even the rural areas.
Such as where the Balateries stay, the ones cursed by the remanants of Samiel Guildford— her lineage caused by a distortion in reality which she caused.
(“MATTER!”)
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The most hated group due to that distortion…. the fact they shouldn’t even exist. Hated by all of the citzens.
In all of Floria.
But who cares for outcasts? What propells this world to stardom is the religion. People worship Thidos, albeit knowing of Ezekiel prior— they see him as a true Messiah, a real God.
Well it is due to the works Thidos has made such as the Lible, a scripture manufactered by Thidos and Amarze.
The two work alone.
It’s dignifying.
(“Everyone’s out for themself anyway so the best bet is for us to live a life which benefits us and potentially people you care about.”)
The world itself— the stars, moon, mythology and history were all particularly created by Ezekiel. It took four days, the people however are still natural.
(“Infinity is true power— the uncontrollable variable. The uncontrollable power.”)
Emerging from Omalga the worlds as a whole when spoken, just as Xeras and Amarze.
Florian history.
Isn’t it so satisfying to understand?
“Amarze.”
Thidos spoke, his tone gentle as Amarze instantly appeared in the Throne Room, standing up but clutching his right shoulder. The God was resting on his throne— his eyes shut as he was catching his breath.
“What’s gotten you so exhausted buddy?”
“Only talk collaquially when the others aren’t here..”
“But there is no-one.”
Thidos’ right index finger, glowing with radiance pointed at the ceiling.
“That man is always watching.”
Amarze’s head was enveloped with a blood filled sack, the holes peeking through where his eyes were glowed with white rage.
“Was that from your incident in Invalia?”
“Yes. The Seven Deadly Sins— they’ll be forgotten in time though.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m planning to kill all of those Invalians.”
Thidos sat still.
“For what one man did?”
“Those seven creeps ruined my face— my own wife doesn’t recognise me.”
“I apologise.”
“She called me a burgalar when I went through the front door— she kicked me out the house. My children RAN FROM ME!”
Amarze took a deep breath.
“It’s not your fault, br— My omLord.” Amarze stared at the ceiling before falling into a kneeling position.
“So you want my approval to commit the genocide?”
“Yes.”
“In ten years time you will be able to kill them whenever you want, that’s the verdict for these animals.”
A grin peeked through the holes of his mouth— flies swarmed out his lips as he breathed out.
“My Lord….”
“You can’t do it now— it’ll obviously set off a war if you leave survivors.”
“I will though.”
“Why?”
“I want to see those kids, those rageful morons feel such agony and pain once they realise they have no means of stopping us.”
“We do forget one factor.”“Samiel? Don’t worry about her— you should care more about the Trials you are going to implement.”
“Those who succeed will be inducted into the Reprisal.”
“The fact you decided to give the ‘Angel’s Light’ some actual divinity to halt the aging process. Sublime.”
“You must be sublime to be God.”
“May I kill Ezekiel as well?”
“Among your rampage— sure.”
“For God you really are carnivorous.”
Thidos chuckled.
His throne beginning to sprout veins, leaves— tentacles of greenery.
“Floria is the priority. Medea is my friend, he won’t be caught in a crossfire he has no care to involve himself in anyway.”
“You speak with elligance.” Amarze shot up, bowing.
“My Lord.”
“Remember when we wrote the holy book together.”
“Yes my Lord, the others won’t remember.”
“It was a documentation of all the feats I saw Ezekiel perform— you’ll be able to read some at a later date.”
“My Lord.”
“Amarze Judae— don’t worry, I see your anguish.
So yes, you will be able to do as you please— then do as you please once more, when the First Reprisal occurs.”
Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!
A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.
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More chaos awaits next chapter, "Chapter 84: Genocide Part One".
Warning! The next two chapters will feature a lot of blood and gore.
