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=// Tale of The Five Realms //=

 The Wind was cold as was the ground, snow clothed the mountain like a veil soft and fragile, yet it was stubborn and harsh to those who would dare to underestimate it, it was the place which so many years ago had been chosen to be where the reunion would take place each time it was to be held, usually about ten years apart from each other this time was different, not because of the timing or because the general situation had changed, but because for the first time in many years, where the offspring of the lords to take place within the reunion, deeming that the growth of each of their realms was to be led by the future leaders each of them send out their offspring or at least the closest thing to a future leader to represent them within the Council of Five peaks, it was an ancient tradition and it was the first time it had been changed in history, but it was to take place nevertheless, for good or bad, change or to say, progress was necessary.

The room was quiet yet it most of the guests had arrived, the council itself was simple, a silver hall with six doors, five of them for each of the Realms while the last one lead to the insides of the fortress, at the center of the room stood a star shaped table, four of its five seats taken, to say the silence was unbearable would be an understatement, Makao could not stand it anymore. –“What a Surprise Sains, She doesn’t care enough about you being attacked to at least arrive in time! Wouldn’t that be a pity end for you?”- he snorted at the end of his mockery, his guard chuckled under her helmet, Lumen standing besides Makao couldn’t help but to grow a seemingly teasing grin across her clean face. Sain rose an eyebrow before answer –“Well, being that I am here and I can see your face, I understand why she’d like to avoid looking at as much as possible”- Sain got his hands together before tilting his head forward a bit, making the other young man growl within his seat. Daniel being the moderator did nothing but shake his head, crossing his arms and resting against his sear. Makao, the Heir of Judgement, he served as one of the two representatives for the faction of the Skies the place most humans refer to as “haven” to say he was what they’d consider an “angel” as his tittle would imply he, is the one that one day call for the judgment of each being in the realm of man, he was a clean looking young man, he dressed properly with a blazer and business pants, to show off his rank and status his right arm wore a golden decorated pauldron with a small golden cape hanging down from it and across his back, he had a clear and light well-kept brown hair, it was silky and seemingly shun to the light of the room, pulled backwards despite it not being that long itself, in general he gave the appeal of an arrogant noble which to an extent he behaved as, standing guard behind him was his guardian Raguel the Archangel of justice, she stood proud in full armor, a helmet concealing her porcelain face, leaving only sunlight strands of hair to extend into a long ponytail behind her. They both stood proudly and In a way imposing as if trying to keep the attention of the room to themselves, even if he was still the second to Lumen, he was proud of his kin and of the legacy his names held, he truly despised Maryel’s lack of reasonability to simply arrive early, one would expect someone who would one day be tasked with the passing of souls to the afterlife would be much more punctual, but such wasn’t the fate, regardless of his dislike for her attitude he couldn’t go ahead and directly insult her without her being present, even if she was it would be improper of a beacon of justice like him to do so without direct provocation despite of how much he felt it was well deserved.

 Speaking of, she was dealing with her own troubles, Martyel didn’t find her own real ma comfortable place to truly live around mostly because she usually had to say with her father who ruled a much more grim part of the reality she originated from, so instead of directly telling him she preferred to be with her mother she chose to make a life for herself in the world of man, to an extent, she held a long façade of living a life as a university student, this however led to the issue that when she received the call to go to the council she would not have the time to attend some events within her fake life and arrive at the Realm of death, as such she fixed a plan to simply keep going with her life and when the time came she’d reach the council through the door of Man, this of course led to another issue that Samael couldn’t exactly fly all the way to the top so they had already been climbing up the snow for a while which bothered her beyond anything else at the moment. –“Oi”- she broke silence, but he as usual didn’t really answered –“Oi!”- she repeated, now receiving a response by having him stop in his track and turn to look back at her, he didn’t speak but she at least knew he was paying her attention. –“Say, how long is it till we get there?”- her guardian held up his right hand and began to pretend to count with his fingers before shrugging his shoulders, Maryel pouted in return and began to complain while the two continued walking –“You know what I’ll tell dad you were being rude to me, unless you let me climb on shoulders the rest of the way… hey! Hey!! Sam! Don’t ignore me! I’m your boss!!!” By now he council room had grown much more stressed, Sain and his body guard both seemed bored beyond consent as did Mako and Raguel, Lumen herself however drank down another cup of coffee as if nothing while her guardian simple remained quiet, Just as Raguel he was completely hidden under his armor and like Makao, Lumen dressed as if royalty, an elegant white dress with long sleeves covering both her arms, similarly to her peer she wore armor as decoration in her case she wore a light mostly decorative piece of armor for her upper torso, hers shun just as much as her golden colored hair did her gleaming blue eyes simply gazing into nothing calmly. Daniel however seemed to be concerned tapping his foot against the foot reputedly, he was by himself a scary thought he was the only human in the room, and he was also the only one without a partner. He truly stood out the most, among angels and demons there was this man in his early twenties, dressed in a simply coat and business pants, ruffled hair and a rough face, he had a fair complexion though nowhere near as tan as Sain, his hair was brown thought the tone was so dark it was hard to actually tell, he was originally going to start smoking until Lumen’s glare drove his hand away from the match, it was a truly awkward situation for him.

 The Door behind him would burst open slamming against a wall as the cold air and snow rushed into the whole room, Daniel covering his head for a moment until the door was closed, Martyel stepped out, she wore simple tubed pants, snow boots and a heavy trench coat along with a simple beret to cover her head, among all of those she stood the shortest ironically she was the loudest, she announced herself by extending her arms into the air while shouting and announcing herself to the rest of those in the room, her voice was somewhat immature but not childish. –“ YOU EXPECTED A YETI, BUT IT WAS I MARTYEL!”- Chuckling to herself Maryel would lower her arms and take of the beret, lobbing it to her guardian who easily caught hold of it, while she made her way to her own sear, passing by Sain she’d simply share a brief high five with him before finally taking seat lifting her feet up and over the table before crossing her arms behind her own head, she’d smile up her skin was rather colorful for someone who represented death and her hair despite being black carried a hue of blue with itself. Her guardian was the weirder looking one, he wore a wide trench coat ragged and scratched covering most of his figure while keeping his head hidden under a wide hoodie, he had a scar wrapped around his neck further hiding his face in shades leaving only his eyes notable.

Raguel, growled to herself quietly in turn because she was the counterpart to him, as they were both bodyguards to the seconds of a young lord, but in turn because to her, he was a sour reminder of a failure within her kin, a fallen angel furthermore one that allowed himself to be twisted for the use of the lord of death, she couldn’t help but to speak up. –“To see you’d allow yourself to arrive late yet again! What a disgrace”- on the Spot Martyel frowned and snapped her finger, the silence grew different. All four of the Guardians where now on stance, well three of them, Mako’s guard stayed in her place behind him but Raguel and Metatron, both where on guard she had drawn her great sword as Metatron had his mace, Samael on his end held an inverted grip on a weird curved blade, the blade itself was longer than his arm nearly as long as himself to be precise, before any true violence begun Makao stood up and spoke calmly. “Would you behave yourselves? This reunion is meant to keep peace between our realms for the sake of one another, if you have any personal bouts with one another leave them outside of this….understood?” Words spoken Samael hung his blade on his back, Raguel and Metatron looked at each other before following and returning to their places behind their Lords, Makao looked at all of them before sitting again himself. Looking back up at Daniel who seemed stoic despite the clear fact he had to be terrified, with a sigh of concern and relief he’d speak again. “Well, shall we start now?"

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Five Chairs

Balance and fairness are a mere concept they are as much as justice is relative to both who wields and who it is being imposed upon, one’s view of something changes depending on which side of the spear they stand behind of, it is not only our experiences which change use and differs us from others who go through similar events but it is the way in which those before use and those around us shared those times that alters the way in which we ourselves will see those that happen to us, on the same page Justice is only seen as such by a certain group of people not always will the one being judged and punished see it as Justice but there is also the case in which the one imposing said justice finds it as nothing but a hollow duty he is to impose despite his own morals all for the standing in power of another being of much higher status to preserve said advantages over others, a status and influence used only to spare their fellow powerful from the struggles and consequences of their own actions, but in a history written by victors, it is often them who will remain successful and demand more satisfaction for their hollow heroism. Death is not Just, nor is it the end for those who know how to live, Death in all of its truths is the ultimate test of life, for only those who have truly learned how to live are to keep on leaving through their death.

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The Snow coated mountain was an threatening and unkind territory, veiled by its deceivingly beautiful visage and the rhythm in the silence brought by the whistling of the coming cold winds against the harsh stones and powerful trees, what better place for such an event to take place than a hollow mountain so many had chosen to simply observe and sing of rather than to climb and conquer, it wasn’t like that because it was unconquerable was the sole mountain to defend itself it would have been taken over and fought for millennia ago by so many armies, but it’s residents had chosen to make sure that everyone who dared to step even for a minute into the faulds of the crowned king of stone, was to be punished by death or far worst the visages of those before them it may had been an extreme measure but people often preferred to ignore and cower than to be Aware and frozen in horror it was the best choice to keep those aware of the realities of this world within a closed circle, at least within this realm.

Yet two figures dared to defy said mountain, already having cutting through the delicate fabric of the snow leaving behind them their trail of footprints and the occasional uncomposing body of something that wasn’t, the leading figure was the shortest of the two but both coated themselves under Purple and Yellow cloaks, the strong and grim royal color occupied most of the scheme yet the golden color of the outlines and other traces far dominated the over its counterpart with sheer intensity alone, ahead of them hidden among the fog and the snowdrops a faint glimmer shun through like a star among an otherwise empty sky. Within the tower, five seats circled together only one of them empty, Four figures sat while three stood, among them one spoke, with a bothered tone which spoke of how often had he said this before. “She’s late”

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