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  “I say by my soul and only my soul— that I, God of the new world, the enlightened one— the one with the power to lead— will give salvation. As without me, there is no salvation— no entrance to heaven above. But through me, there is for you; understand that Omalga. The world of Omalga— the new world.”

  A man preached; a young lanky man with fair skin which was blessed by the sun radiating behind him, glowing abnormally bright. His luscious curls flowed from his scalp to his chest which had an insignia branded in the centre, a spiral that moved— in a circle. Forever. His body was covered with a silk white robe, purity as his eyes mirrored— unpigmented, unable to be touched by humans. His eyes were cardinal and sharp but also loving and sweet, his smile glowed pure white as he clasped his hands together. His hands were crooked however, his phalanges curving inward but it didn’t affect him as he had a book in his hands.

  A holy book.

  There was a zigzag scar across his right eye but it was healed, faint— he was standing on a pulpit, it was dark oak having flooring beside it but across from it; hundreds, no perhaps thousands of people stood, applauding.

  He pointed his right hand at the sky, a crimson aura forming at his index as the bright blue sky warped into bliss.

  “I am Ezekiel Levy— the one manifested by the True God in order to bring prosperity towards the people of Omalga. My people, the people I love— benevolently.”

  “YEAAAAAAAAH!”

  The crowd roared— everyone yelled before dropping to their knees voluntarily and praying.

  Ezekiel looked at his people.

  And smiled, a gentle warm smile stretched across his face like a marking— his eyes shut as he tilted his head. He could feel the delight— the warmth fluttering through his heart.

  His divine being felt euphoria.

  “Arise.”

  He spoke with dignance and authority— love brittled within each word, each syllable which caused the people to stand up instantly. This was all of Omalga— the world still fresh, still new. Ezekiel remembers the creation— he remembers it all, the task set by God.

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  To make the world prosperous.

  Well it was large— the size of three planets, perhaps even more combined into one celestial body that he stood upon right now. As he stood on the wood which croaked he could still feel the grass beneath him, surging with life energy.

  With life.

  The same grass his people stepped on— he stepped on, he blessed each acre of grass with his feet and he felt bliss.

  True bliss.

  “Xeras Timpleson. Adeem Heliana. Samiel Guildford.”

  Ezekiel spoke, making a three fingered sign with his right hand which was still outstretched in the sky.

  Three individuals floated out the cloud, levitating:

  The first one was a young man with porcelain skin, his eyes were baby-blue, pure and dilated. His mouth was quivering as he frantically looked around. He had freckles which were shaped as if stars layered across his face as his golden curls rivalled the length of Ezekiel’s. He was dressed in a purple tunic— made of linen as his feet were covered with pointed shoes. He convulsed him the sky— not of fear but excitement.

  Adeem Heliana was: a chocolate skinned man— extremely muscular and tall. His eyes were pure white and dilated similarly to Xeras; his body was full of scars however he was dressed in a silk forest garment which covered it. His hair was fuzzy— unkempt but tinted blue as he simply hovered in the air— closing his eyes and folding his arms. His black socks kicking against the air though as he felt the red aura envelop all three of them.

  Samiel Guildford floated: her cobalt hair was tied in a ponytail— she wore a stainless white gown which contrasted her ruby red eyes which bulged in her sockets. Freckled face however contray to Xeras, she was smiling— her teeth sharpening as she twinkled with her toes out— covered with dirt from the grass.

  Ezekiel motioned his hand for them to float over— as they did due to his command, landing on the flooring beside him as he put his right hand down to his side, placing the religious book which was on his left hand on the pulpit.

  “I will now explain what will happen— due to the fact we have nigh completed the first year. The first year also known as Xero.

  Yes Xero!

  I have brought these fine indiviuals— they will be the inheritors of my power. Now I know there will be no envy, due to each and every of you understanding that these are my prophets— who have helped the world of Omalga succeed within this year. They will host Year Zero. Year Zero is a prototype of a plan I will disclose with these fine gentleman secretly— disceretly.

  You may ask.

  ‘Why do you give up your power?’

  To that I answer,

  I must let the new succeed— I’ve showered the world with love, all my life and the True God spoke to me yesterday. He affirmed me of my success however told me that it is time I let the new overtake.”

  “And to that I agree.”

  Ezekiel felt a tingly sensation fester in his eyes— both. All of a sudden, a waterfall emerged from both as it caressed down his cheeks and plopped at the wooden floor.

  He turned away from the crowd who were cooing— to look at the three, his eyes puffy.

  As Ezekiel wept.

  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 79: Enlightenment".

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