In the heart of the Vermillion Covenant, a red pink of desire had been slowly burning ever since the boys arrival.
“The ones above knew of the changes but nun did these poor mortals know “ the titillations came from the land itself.
a place bathed in hues of soft pink and blinding white, soaked in on a pink from laying on a pink rock
.The air felt charged, almost alive. The place seemed to shimmer like it was blessed by the deity of light. It was bright, sunny and oh so different from Valerie's kingdom.
The light blue ocean reflected in a calm sea, but there was an unsettling undercurrent to its beauty, like the unbothered surface of a pond, there lurked something hiding beneath the shadows .It was a realm of contradictions indeed.
Day was night and night was day, but lest I confuse myself let me continue the mission. Back to Vermilliona
The grand chamber, a vast expanse of floating water columns intertwined with glowing, ropelike tendrils of light , shimmered with a soft pink radiance. It was embellished with intricate, swirling patterns etched into the pink natural marble floors, casting hypnotic shadows in the faint light , dancing with intelligence.
You could tell Vermilliona had taken it upon herself to craft everything in her domain.As everything here was created by her magic power. The humans believe in false martyrs but do not understand we were here with the creation of the earth. The reason hierarchy is ingrained in us is because our ancestors had to deal with the actual gods, something humans knew nothing about.
Vermilliona had no form and could change shape at will as she was one of the greater light spirits.
Though truly only i knew that
I could see her long hair cascading like liquid gold against the glow of the space she was inhabiting . She was a prismatic figure , and a true being of power.
Upon entering I bowed , majesty of this regard required respect or else be left with the consequences.
The recent news of autumn had piqued her majesties interested to an unholy degree. She had been watching him since his first experience with Lady Khaja and has been his not so little cheerleader ever since
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… Though truly only i knew that
“Welcome back, Meteora,” the queen greeted, her voice as usual soft, melodic hum, as if every word was carefully chosen by her eons of accumulated knowledge .
Her eyes flickering , fixed on Meteora.
“I’ve been waiting for you. “ said the ruler of this domain
“Thank you, your majesty “ i replied in confidence
“ I’ve prepared something special for Autumn. This grimoire… Do you know about grimoires?. It is crafted from the very essence of me.”
“No my queen” i responded
Of course i knew nothing of this.
“Haha… A gilmore is a special item given to champions of divine aspects.They contain the powers of the creator , temporarily enabling the champion to benefit from their power.In exchange , us divine ones can live vicariously through them. It's ironic, I am light but that child is nothing but darkness. When in reality there is no difference , But you will not understand this part…”
She extended her hand, revealing the grimoire. Its cover shimmered in a delicate interplay of the pages inside faintly glowing with a piercing light. The binding was intricately wrought with strands of silver, interwoven with the queen’s own white hair. The edges of the book were marked with subtle, arcane symbols—glyphs that pulsed softly, as though alive. "It’s made from locks of my hair, yes... but more than that. The very bones of my ribs were used to bind its pages. Every page is imbued with the power of my impulse and dedication . With each word, I have poured a part of myself into it." She stroked the cover gently, as if caressing something precious. "This is not a simple tool. It is a conduit. A link between our worlds."
Meteora raised an eyebrow, glancing at the grimoire, then back at the queen, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Isn’t that… a bit much, my queen? Even for someone of your stature? To offer him such a gift?”
The queen's smile deepened, her eyes darkening with a quiet passion. “If you doubt me then others will too “
after a pause she continued speaking
"An endless cycle of motion. Creatures driven by emotion, trapped in their own desires, their own flaws. Choices that lead them to destroy one another in a self fulfilling prohecy”
“Us creatures in this pot , each of us containing toxins”
Meteora hesitated, her brows furrowing as she tried to grasp the full extent of her Queen’s words. “Are you going to put an end to it, my Queen? To stop the cycle?”
…
Foosh
For a brief moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. The soft glow of pinks and whites that traversed the room flickered, and the temperature dropped. Then, without warning, Vermilliona’s eyes narrowed, her expression shifting with hysteria. The bright colors of the room began to drain, replaced by a heavy, suffocating pitch blackness.
Vermilliona's voice dropped, now a silent whisper, but laced with something terrifyingly clear
. “End it?" She let out a soft, almost imperceptible laugh that it carried an air of finality. It wasn’t a sound of amusement—it was something far more destitute.
"That is the mistake.” the queen said displaying how eons of age cause a mental madness
“ The belief on an end," she continued, her voice now a low, her word shifting the space around her domain
“ A final solution, where the chaos will cease”
…
Her eyes glowed, a stark contrast to the darkness now encircling them. The very air seemed to vibrate with her conviction. “There is no final moment of peace. No ultimate resolution. The cycle will continue, infinitely ”
“This the cycle of life continues”
With the color returning to the room and the queen shift back to sweetness i sighed
Meteora, though uneasy, bowed her head. As her training reinforced
“AS…As you command, my queen.”
