The Primordial Record

Chapter 338 Hail The Creator

Vraegar wished for his father to awaken, even if it was just to punish him, Archimedes was a great companion but the Kirin attitude was not a right fit for him, deep down, Vraegar felt that only members of his bloodline should be feared and respected, everyone else was merely fodder. What was more divine than the Royal blood flowing inside his veins? He walked through long hallways filled with gigantic statues of his father. The previous statues of Erohim had been torn down, to be replaced with something better. The Divine Statues were also filled with enormous amounts of deadly energies that could be unleashed within a moment\'s notice. He was brought before a room and led inside, the Angel shut the door and left, the sound of the doors being sealed resounding in the silence.

Vraegar walked to the large open windows and looked below him, where he was treated to the sudden pleasure of seeing his slumbering father.

He sat cross-legged and was almost a hundred feet tall at this time, Vraegar\'s Dragon senses noticing the unstoppable growth of his father\'s body, earned by a god\'s Divine Spark and an unfathomable amount of Aether, the intense pull of Aether bent the visible light around his body, thereby making his magnificent form become shrouded in swirling darkness that resembled the gates to an endless abyss.

Vraeger crouched and prostrated before his father, his eyes gleaming with intense fear and desire. He could not stay long in his presence else he feared he might go mad, as his nature went to war, his lust for this power and the fear of it, almost splitting his mind in two. Every memory of him left him with awe, from his unfathomable bloodline to his sheer presence.

"So, you understand filial piety!" The cold voice of Eva sounded beside him. She had suddenly appeared beside the Dragon and she too looked towards the sight of Rowan\'s body. The shadow she stepped through folded into itself and vanished.

Vraegar\'s plan to make a nuisance and disguise his lust for battle faded at the sight of his father and he wearily said, "Lady of Shadows, I know my wrong and I\'m willing to pay my debt, tell me how many worlds do you want me to burn."

She regarded him for a moment, her cold black eyes like an endless abyss, "I never saw much use for something like you, yet the creator still gave you life, but who am I to understand his ways? So, Dragon, I will have better use for you than setting fires, there are many suitable tools for that sort of affair. For whom much is given, much more is expected. You are a golden seed planted on a golden soil, and the fruits you shall bear, should be bountiful."

She paused as if in thought before continuing, "Tell me Vraegar, how much would you be willing to sacrifice for your creator?"

Vraegar did not reply immediately, he waited for a while as if he was considering her words. When he spoke, it was slow and considerate, it was just a few words, but it carried a weight that only words spoken in truth can carry, "I don\'t know if I can sacrifice… My nature is of chaos."

Eva looked away in disdain, "Of course, what was I thinking! After all, you are a dragon. Your fell nature seeped in your blood. As untrustworthy and greedy as ever."

Vraegar bared his teeth at her, growling deep in his throat, "You know nothing about me, Lady of Shadow, give me my punishment and I will not shirk away from any task, no matter how perilous, what I will never tolerate is you insulting my bloodline. It is from my Father! I will battle to the death with you if you besmirch his name."

Eva looked shocked, and a flash of surprise went through her face. As far as she could tell, this greedy dragon really adored Rowan, yet his Draconian nature was still heavy on his Spirit and he could not be fully trusted.

The laughter and the clap surprised both Eva and Vraegar, the latter yelped in shock like a dog and jumped twelve feet into the air, his tail curled into itself, as his scales stood on end. This was the first time in his life that he was truly shocked.

"That was a truly amazing speech, whelp. Almost as if you practiced it. Yet, I recall you licking your chops as you plundered my Essence. Why did I not see this adoration from you when you were stealing from me?"

Eva\'s eyes went wide, and then she knelt, "Creator!"

The air suddenly shook and the entire room seemed to warp as if it were a reflection on clear water that was being stirred, and with a loud crack, space expanded, revealing fifty Angels with wings spread wide, kneeling before Rowan.

Led by the unnamed Sovereign, the Angels chanted out, the sound carrying over the entire Divine Palace, and into the ears of every man, woman and child, and they all fell on their knees in worship.

"All hail, The Most High!"

"Hail! Hail!

"All hail, The Creator!"

"Hail! Hail!"

The body of Rowan that appeared was a ball of shapeless golden light, and the light slowly expanded as if it was feeding on the adoration of everyone present, from the light, a glowing figure that resembled the faint wisp of a mayfly\'s light appeared before them, holding the vague shape of Rowan, who was hovering in the air with his arms folded.

Except for Vraegar, everyone else were on their knees, as he was still in shock, he had felt Rowan leaving his body and taking with it most of the Essence he stole, even the ones he had painstakingly refined were taken away.

The increasingly dangerous light he was perceiving from Eva was all it took to shock him back to his senses, and he hurriedly fell to his knees, "A thousand Hails to you o\' father. The kings of kings. The light in the darkness. The keeper of my faith. The Rising Sun. The First Light in all Creation. The…"

"Enough." Rowan snapped, even he became sickened by the amount of boot licking coming from the Dragon.