Empire Of Souls - Chapter 141 Matters of the past 1

In the beginning, the All Creator breathed life into the universe and he established a system of three as the basic foundation of all creation.

Life, Law, and Destruction.

The most mysterious of these systems, was the system of life, and to this day it was still a mystery. There were none who could utilize the system of Life to create, no matter how powerful or to what height they may have risen. There were some that tried, and even those who succeeded in evolving or bringing about new variations in life. However, these were still at their core the life that already existed. As such, the system of Life was mostly ignored, forgotten, or just pushed to the side.

It was the system of Law that was the most understood and appreciated of the three. It was through understanding the laws of the universe that one ascended beyond their mortality. This system was managed by the Angels, but they were only servants of the Law and could never be its master. Because they were servants, they could never truly be free of attachments. This was the reason Angels attached themselves to gods who had become masters of a law, basically selling themselves into servitude. It is also the reason many Angels fell and became Devils.

As for the final system, Destruction, this was both a foreign concept and an inevitable reality that none wished to accept. It was the most misunderstood of the three and the one all feared the most. In light of this, it was rejected by the denizens of the universe and was considered taboo. Only the Daemon, who were birthed from Destruction, served it with an absolute and undeniable faith. Their entire purpose and the essence of their very existence was to fulfill the inevitable end.

The Angels, the Daemon, and the entirety of all life come from these three origins. And the Origin is the very soul of the All Creator. He who fractured his own soul and body, forming the three systems and the universe.

He who was betrayed by the very beings he himself created.

Somewhere in the void of space. A vast and desolate plane, it is here that the gods and Daemon engage in an apocalyptic conflict. The Daemon have always been, but it had only been a few million years since the Daemon had revealed themselves to the universe and began their crusade of destruction.

What was their goal? That is a simple answer, to return all to nothing.

In a magnificent garden surrounded by waterfalls and the most exquisite of mythical beasts and wondrous vegetation was a large gathering of gods. It was clear from their godly auras and transcendent appearances that they were in fact beings above mortals. They engaged in all manner of debauchery, and every god or goddess in attendance drank a lustrous liquid which emanated an aura of eternity from golden glittering chalices.

The diversity of appearance, clothing, jewelry and other accessories were on full display as these divinities exuded extreme affluence and charm. It was as if each deity wished to outshine the other, and their frivolous words of flattery and disguised self importance, filled the air with a suffocating ambience. Their laughter was like the chime of the heavens and their flowery words were the height of elegance.

Even though this gathering was taking place within the God Fortress and despite the ongoing war with the Daemon and their demonic spawn, these divine beings seemed fully at ease in their revelry.

“Tihr, I allowed you to make use of my servant, but you almost caused his death with your failed endeavor. What exactly was so important that you needed to send that little girl and my Lightning Emperor to accomplish?”

A goddess who radiated an extraordinary brilliance and beauty leaned gently against a towering god of an imposing and proud bearing. She spoke coyly and with a hint of expectation. Matters between the divine were superficial at best and relationships between them even more so. There were no eternal allies, only the benefits of their cooperative relationships.

Even the more intimate of divinities were only intimate on the surface. It was difficult for them to trust each other fully, no matter how long they knew each other or how close of friends they may seem. The competition between deities was intense at times and this made it difficult for them to build any sort of lasting relationships. Of course, this was on the time scale of the gods which encompassed thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

“What do you want me to say Mythras? I was only doing a small kindness for a Saintess of mine who I happen to favor. Her brother has been possessed by a devil and she wished to eradicate the plague that caused her life’s greatest suffering.”

Mythras raised an eyebrow at his words but didn’t question him. She didn’t believe him at all, but if he wasn’t willing to divulge the truth, there was nothing she could do.

“That isn’t important right now. We should consider how we are going to divvy up the lands that weren’t conquered. The Northern Pantheons and those other lesser pantheons were given their chance to expand, but they failed. They can only blame themselves for not preparing enough. It should be our turn now, no?”

Tihr sounded as if it had nothing to do with him and it was truly just an unfortunate situation for those involved. However, Mythras had other ideas.

“Are you sure you had nothing to do with this? It does seem quite the coincidence after all. If they are able to put a few things together, you might take some of the blame. I might also be dragged into this. It isn’t what I agreed to at all.”

Tihr laughed. It was a booming laugh much like the sound of thunder.

“Our people just happened to be there by coincidence. How could any of that be connected to us?”

Mythras pushed away from Tihr and gave him an exasperated expression, “Fine, I won’t ask any more questions. I warn you though, if anyone comes looking for me, I am putting everything on you. There are rules we must obey as gods when dealing with the mortal world, you know this as well as I. Take responsibility for your own actions.”

Tihr watched as Mythras sauntered away from him with a smile. It was only after she left that his smile disappeared and his eyes became cold.

“My plans didn’t go exactly the way I wanted them, but either way it worked out in the end. Whether it be Aleks who had been afflicted with the curse of Maa’loch or Lariel, there is still only one path forward for him. It is time to begin cleaning up the loose ends. I may not be able to reach you in the Nine Hells Maa’loch, but that doesn’t mean you will escape my grasp. My only concern is Moksha, what is he plotting?”

Tihr swirled the liquid Ambrosia within his golden chalice. This was the drink of the gods, an intoxicating elixir. He had been smiling moments ago, but it was only a facade. Now his expression was dark and gloomy as he considered many things.

“Moksha, you turned your back on me, don’t blame me for being merciless. You seek to monopolize the Origin of Life for yourself, don’t you? It is one thing to rid ourselves of a worthless Devil, but what designs do you have on me I wonder?” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

Tihr had taken a great risk in seeking the aid of another god and a devil, but he had needed them in order to accomplish his goals. Maa’loch had long become dead weight and was no longer of use, but Moksha was essential to his plans. He hadn’t expected Moksha to alter their plan when it seemed they might finally succeed. Moksha was one of the few who knew the truth of the Origin merged within An-Namrud’s soul. Maa’loch had only had some suspicions, but he had long since weakened to the point he could no longer threaten them. He would still need to die though.

“The other gods must not find out the truth. I will find a way to deal with you when the time is right Moksha.”