The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction) - Chapter 124: Tudor Empire

On August 3, 1110, Alitsa Tudor declared his sovereignty over the province of Trier. The Tudor Empire was established, ruling over 1/4 Northern Continent.

Alitsa Tudor ascended the royal throne that was rightfully his, forged by blood, victory, and madness.

Under his scarlet crown, there were no cheers or jubilation. Only fear and surrender were worthy of honouring him.

He was hailed as the “Blood Emperor.”

With his ascension, the four insurgent nations were completely subjugated by the Angel of Time’s thunderous actions, who presented those lands as an offering to the blood crown. It resulted in the empire’s territory expanding to nearly a third of the Northern Continent in less than an hour.

In his first act, Blood Emperor declared the Lord of Storms, God of Knowledge, and God of Steam to be heretic gods in his kingdom.

Steam and machinery were banned, libraries were burned, and thunder became a bad omen.

The madness pervaded the air, infecting the hearts of men and releasing the primal beast within them.

It all ultimately resulted in sun devotees storming a small steam cathedral in Trier. And, in an unprecedented act of blasphemy, the divine statue of Artisan was dragged down from the high altar, rupturing into pieces as it landed on the ground.

A picture was taken that perfectly captured the act. It spread the act of blasphemy like wildfire across the continent. Surprisingly, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun did not intervene or try to prevent it from spreading.

This event literally poured oil on top of an already raging fire, causing it to rage like a super volcano on the verge of erupting and consuming the world in ashes.

The gears of time were turning, opening the curtains for a new era, an era filled with chaos and anarchy…

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The Palace of Eternity stood, illuminated by the dim silver glow of stars in the dark ocean of cosmos.

Tension and fear pervaded the air throughout the royal palace and even the capital, which had lost much of its usual vibrancy during the night.

Silence, silence filled the city as people huddled in their beds, homes, and bunkers, crying out to whatever god they believed in for a peaceful night. They kept praying and sacrificing to the gods just so they could wake up in the morning and see the eternal sun.

Saints wandering through the shadows, unseen and unheard, witnessed such scenes all over the city.

Their nerves tensed whenever they noticed an anomaly in their perception, and they immediately reported it to the royal palace before going to check and neutralise it by force.

There can be no room for error. Nothing can destabilise the remaining order.

In the royal palace, Trunsoest stood in front of the silver table with Augustus and Castiya, looking at the holographic projection of the northern continent that was projected from the devices attached to the silver table.

They haven’t left the royal palace since Alitsa Tudor’s ascension, as they are dealing with the anarchy that has engulfed the collapsed empire. And the churches did nothing to help them, staying completely silent until the terrifying declaration of alliance.

Trunsoest was sending instructions to his royal legion, Augustus was responding to reports from angels, saints, and demigods from around the collapsed empire, and Castiya was organising all the information from the projection of the continent, preparing a daily report on the situation of the entire northern continent.

There was also an empty chair around the table adorned with white flowers and a photo of Trunsoest, Augustus, Castiya, and Sauron standing together in the same central room, smiling, as their eyes were overflowing with joy and happiness.

“Rest in peace, Sauron,” was written in red ink above Sauron.

The atmosphere in the central room of the palace was heavy and depressing as they went about their duties, desperately trying to keep what little was left.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew into the central room through the balcony, drawing their attention. They looked up to see a hooded old man carrying a white book enter the central room through the balcony.

God of Wisdom and Knowledge!

“Leave us alone.” The God of Knowledge spoke as he looked at Augustus and Castiya.

Augustus and Castiya complied. They only exchanged a glance with Trunsoest before bowing once to the god and exiting the central room.

“Your excel…” Trunsoest greeted, but paused as God of Knowledge motioned for silence.

God of Knowledge pulled sacred emblems of other gods from his robe. He walked to the balcony, holding it all in his right hand.

He finally spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the sacred emblems.

“Attend everyone. I stand on the balcony of the Palace of Eternity and I hold your emblems.”

“Solomon is about to resurrect tonight.”

Trunsoest looked up at the night sky, unsurprised by the news.

With a shimmer, six divine figures appeared in the dark sky, descending on the balcony of the royal palace.

After hearing the message from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the gods descended with their true bodies.

The tension in the air was palpable as the God of Steam glared at Eternal Blazing Sun, who merely smiled back while waving his hands at the Lord of Machinery.

Lord of Storms went to lean on a pillar, his scrutinising eyes staying on the figure of Eternal Blazing Sun.

Earth Mother and the Eternal Blazing Sun stood together, holding hands. God of Combat was nearby, his dazed and blurry gaze fixed on their holding hands.

Meanwhile, Evernight Goddess walked over to Lord of Storms and stood silently beside him.

“Now is not the time for us to be at odds.” God of Knowledge asserted, staring at the gods. “We should put aside our differences and focus on Solomon’s resurrection.”

“Won’t it just result in a convergence? So, what’s with all this solemnity, Herabergan?” questioned Lord of Storms.

“No,” God of Knowledge replied, “if only things were as simple as you wish, Leodero, I wouldn’t have summoned all of you here. The situation we may be in is potentially disastrous.”

“Is it disorder?” God of Steam asked.

“Disorder, it is,” God of Knowledge nodded. “It is not necessary to be concerned about the convergence and resurrection. But, what follows after will be truly disastrous if we don’t manage to stop it.”

“Get to the point, Herabergan.” Lord of Storms said impatiently, his narrowed eyes, though, still fixed on Eternal Blazing Sun, who was wishpering something into Earth Mother’s ears.

“The resurrection of Solomon should take four steps. First, the uniqueness and characteristics converge on the palace where Solomon is resurrecting.” God of Knowledge patiently explained.

“Because the Eternal Order is involved, even true gods cannot stop or interfere with this step.”

“Second, the uniqueness and characteristics combine with resurrecting Solomon, causing him to immediately return to his former status as God.”

“Third, the former subjects of Black Emperor hear the majestic voice of their fallen emperor proclaim his return.”

“Fourth, the step that will bring disaster to the northern continent or, more importantly, to us. His twisted order will return with the resurrection of Solomon.”

There was only silence among the gods as they listened to God of Knowledge.

“Anarchy reigns over most of the northern continent,” God of Knowledge continued. “The addition of disorder will undoubtedly bring calamity to the world.”

“This wouldn’t have been a problem if the Golden Order hadn’t been weakened,” he sighed as he looked at the Eternal Blazing Sun.

“When the twisted order returns, it will shroud most of the reality of the Northern Continent. We can’t let that happen because it will affect all of our anchors. The order of Solomon will see to it that it happens.”

God of Knowledge finished, closing his ominiscent book. The gods remained silent for a brief moment before being broken by Eternal Blazing Sun.

The Sun God smiled. “There is a simple solution to this entire problem.” He approached Trunsoest, grabbing his shoulders and dragging him to the centre.

“The birth of Justiciar will suffice to deal with the twisted order brought about by Solomon’s resurrection.”

He suddenly guffawed. “This would be an excellent way to welcome Solomon back into the world.”

Ignoring his sarcastic remakes, God of Steam asked, “So, you want Trunsoest to become Justiciar right now?”

“Yes.” Eternal Blazing Sun nodded and looked over Trunsoest’s shoulder at God of Knowledge. “Wasn’t this also your plan, Herabergan?”

“It is.” God of Knowledge said, peering deeply at him. “Trunsoest has already devised his divine order. It would be no problem to begin the apotheosis ritual right away.”

“However, he is still not an emperor.” God of Combat frowned.

“She can take care of this issue.” Eternal Blazing Sun pointed at Earth Mother. “She is, after all, earth mother, with partial authority over the earth itself. It also includes the land on which we currently stand. So, her recognition of Trunsoest as Emperor should suffice. This is also preferable than repeating the whole coronation ceremony again.”

Under the gaze of the gods, Earth Mother nodded in acknowledgement. The gods then fell silent in agreement.

“Well…” Eternal Blazing Sun smiled as he looked at Trunsoest, who was in a daze. “Let’s get started.”

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