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8. Day of the Third Pak of the 872. Year
Hollowed City of Gavernhall, Planet Aelious Alpha, Aelious System
High Temple of the Prophet, Level I, Chamber of Intercommunion

Princess Selia'Efri was nervous, like always when she had to visit the Prophet. This is quite understandable when even the other gods obey his orders without question. The hierarchy of the divine realm was something no mortal could really understand, so the discomfort caused from something so uncontrollable only added to, what others would have mistaken for fear. Dressed in her ceremonial garments she walked through the wide, empty halls towards the chamber in which the Prophet received his visitors. The colors of her clothing were held in a pure red, not unlike that of many other ship commanding officers, but her's featured a breastplate made out of Adamantium. The robes leave the head free, so the signs of rank and name may be freely visible. The long dress always seemed like it would hover above the ground, the outlines of it are colored in gold and silver. Seemingly nervous she looked into every empty appearing corridor, without slowing down. She knew that even if you can't see the wardens of this palace, they are omnipresent here, watching every step within it. The slightest mistake in etiquette may already be sentenced to death, since it would be an act of blasphemy to behave unordered within the most sacred place within this universe. In front of her appeared a massive door, made entirely of silver and gold. Statues and paintings are placed and drawn to both sides of the narrowing corridor, but there is close to no light here. Shortly before Selia'Efri reached the large door, she stopped, listening to the voice within her.

"You shouldn't be that afraid of this meeting, mortal girl. We will speak with the Prophet anyways, so you don't have to worry about that. Even thought We like the respect you show towards those that are superior to you."

The voice sounded somehow female, thought that is hard to say. The feeling this voice gave her made the young Vash'Kehr afraid and comfortable at the same time, probably she just still need to get used to it. With her seventeen years she is quite young for the Commander-in-Chief of such a big interstellar faction, but it wasn't for her that she was chosen to hold this post.

"I understand, Lady Efri. I still don't know how I may thank you for choosing me. I am sorry that I don't meet your standards just yet."

The tone of the voice changed from the former dominant orders to a far more amused tone. It seemed that the Immortals are used to the insecurity of those that follow them, they even enjoy it. The words may sounded somewhat amused, but there was always the hint of disdain in it.

"Silly girl! You should show some pride, not that of a whimpering worm. You may not be able to repay the dept you owe us, but I wouldn't have chosen you for nothing."

After those short exchange of words, which seemed to not even last a second, the posture of the Vash'Kehr changed in itself. It seemed like all fear and nervousness had disappeared from the Princess, the leader of the whole military of the Sacred Empire. Her whole body seemed to be perfectly calm, despite the uncomfortable awareness it had shown earlier. Every bystander would have been confused by the strong and resilient aura the young woman now appears to emit. Close observers might also be able to see her whole face slightly gleaming, especially her eyes, which seemingly radiate a reddish, purple light. Now she was able to see every detail in the whole corridor, every color within the paintings, every contour of the statures. In fact, some of them seemed to be alive now, not visible to the usual eye. After having settled their now increased senses, Selia'Efri stepped directly in front of the door. She didn't need to say or do something, the massive wings of the door opened themselves.

The carpet on the ground lead further into the room, in its pure obsidian color. The room in itself was not as big as the other halls she had passed on her way here, but it was still a sight to behold. Four round crystals, one in each corner, that had been collected from all of this universe reflected the only source of light, which emitted from the other side of the room. In fact the Immortal within the young Princess felt refreshed and strengthened as soon as she entered the room. It seemed that these crystals were made to serve this purpose rather than as a mirror to the light. The walls and the ceiling were held relatively simple for this sacred place. The room in itself was formed like a chapel, but missing the pews. Instead there was a massive table built there, with six comfortable chairs standing close by. Both head ends were left empty, but one of it pointed towards the massive throne of glowing obsidian-like stone. This throne was set about one meter above the floor, with small stairs made out of the rare, pure crimson Adamantium leading up to it. On that throne sat a being, so powerful, that you could feel it as if it would fill the whole room. The figure seemed to be motionless sitting there, his whole appearance hidden behind clothes of many colors, the face concealed by a hood. The light that emits from the throne the Prophet sat on seemed to embrace him, but also hide the reality of his appearance to the rest of the world.

One of the chairs on the table, the farthest to the left, from the throne, was already filled out by a man in his late 80s. None the less, he still appears to wear his oceanic blue garments with pride. A similar aura as that of the young woman, who had just entered the room seemed to emit from him, his face also glowing. Silently, not even thinking about saying a word, the Elder Sage Tasun'Bahu sat there, staring into nothingness. The other chairs were empty and someone might had unknowingly made the mistake to chose a place to sit for him- or herself. That would have been one of those mistakes noted earlier. Calmly did the Princess walk over to the throne, even thought all nervousness and fear had left, it was replaced with respect at this time. Just before she would have reached the first step, she fell to her knees and bowed her head down to the ground. She remained like this for a while, till she was ordered by the Prophet to rise again. There were no words, only his silent wish for her to rise up again, which she did. She turned around and walked to her place, the second to the right, to sit down. This was the time the figure on the throne spoke. Even thought it sounded like a hoarse whisper, it filled the whole room with the sound. Every single word seemed like it was hallowed and had to be spoken carefully.

"The Llackca developed a device that would increase the process of the research of our followers. They are able to transport matter and energy within their systems, we will integrate this technology into ours. It will allow us to reach this universe faster than planned. They had already made contact to the Protector, he will lead this excursion along with our Voice. They will submit to our claims, peacefully if they wish so, devastated if it has to be."

For a short time he paused. It's not like he had to speak, or even breath, but it seemed like he wanted to. Whatever motive he had to call any of them here for this reason were unknown, like the figure on the throne itself. After about half a hour of absolute silence, the Prophet spoke again.

"Two other major factions of primitive nations had recently met. It was a rather peaceful encounter, there was no material fight between them. The blasphemous Humans had usually encountered foreigners with hate and distrust in history. They are not to change, we will assure that. Our followers won't lose the supremacy of this sector."

Without any further word, the meeting was canceled off. Both guests of the Prophet left in well-mannered haste, as to prepare and continue to follow the orders of their Master. As soon as the two others left, as smile appeared on the dry mouth of the Prophet, visible to none. As soon as both his guest left, he stood up to take the secret way to his own chambers on the highest floor. As he entered the lift, he started to grin. To an observer this would have seem abstract and horrifying at the same time.

"So close..."