Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 64: The Darkness In The Light

THE HOLY CROSS THEOCRACY

HOLY CITY OF YAWEH

SALVATION CATHEDRAL

The young acolyte ran past winding hallways and elaborate halls. The ambient atmosphere of the cathedral was one that gave anyone visiting here for the first time an aura of intimidation and the divine. A realm of holiness and power one just could never hope to achieve, but to the most cynical atheist, they would say the stench of religion was heavy in the air. But Elysium permitted this, it allowed it to thrive, after all just as it breeds chaos, nothing breeds order just as good as religion, and the church of the holy cross was one of the oldest there is.

The ambience of the cathedral was something the acolyte was already used to, now it was no longer such a daunting location, but a place he has come to call his home. A place that gave him purpose and understanding and direction the likes of which he has never experienced before. But for all intents and purposes this was his home, but now a grave news has come forth.

The acolyte went deeper into the cathedral, escaping from the numerous halls and coming up to a central tower whose very peak pierced the clouds, to many this was known as the tower of crucifixion, or the golden cross, because that was what it was. A tower thousands of feet tall that it pierced the clouds and could be seen for kilometers on end.

The acolyte was still just a messenger and not yet a pastor of the church, even pastors themselves were restricted in access as only priests and priestesses of the divine faith could go into the golden cross. But this acolyte was part of a special breed, he was a diviner, a low level one, but a diviner none the less.

The ability to read the codes of Elysium and divine the past and present and sometimes even the future was rare, they might not be able to interfere with Elysium, but they could tell what events were currently happening, and the grand diviner of the church has just discovered something that warranted the attention of the Grand Saint. And this lowly acolyte was the messenger chosen to deliver the message.

After a significant amount of time, he found himself in front of a four-meter-tall golden door. The door itself was ornately crafted with the symbols of the almighty and the sacrifice of his son, and the council of light gods and the legion of divine angels that served them. this was the chamber of the saint, and standing right in front of the doors, the acolyte couldn't help but get down on his knees as a look of reverence and respect became etched on his face.

"Y-your E-eminence; this Lowly Acolyte brings a message from the Grand diviner." As soon as he finished speaking there was a sudden pressure on him, however this pressure did not scare him, rather it eased his nerves and healed his soul, the acolyte was shocked. This was [Holy Bastion] and one that was probably at the highest level. Only one person in the whole of Elysium could have this spell, and here it was being used on him.

"Speak child, what message does the diviner have for me?" an incredibly soothing voice sounded out, and with that it confirmed a rumor for the young acolyte; the current grand saint was in fact a woman, while not the first, she was the youngest ever; 46. The acolyte swallowed as he prepared to deliver the message.

"The grand diviner has received a revelation your eminence, a death class holder has risen in the frontier." The acolyte said, waiting for affirmation from the saint to continue his message.

"Which frontier?" she asked, and the acolyte bowed even lower as he answered.

"The Bahrenburg frontier your eminences, the Grand diviner has also said that he lives with the light of holiness in his veins and is loved by death herself." The acolyte completed his message as he bowed waiting for a verdict.

"it seems that's all the message you have for me, very well. Go back to the diviner parish and have the grand diviner come pay me a visit, so we can have a talk about this necromancer that lives with the light of holiness and is loved by death. You're dismissed acolyte, remain blessed by the father, the son, the spirit and the divine lights of the savior." The acolyte bowed and then turned around to walk down the massive tower and head another few kilometers back to the diviner parish. He couldn't wait to be a priest and be granted a teleportation medallion, at least moving around will be much easier.

He was gone, but there was a heavier atmosphere as the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the saint. And then she spoke, her voice traveling across a great distance unheard by the ears of many, deep down into the basement of the tower, to an obscure room where a man sat on a throne made of bones with a book in his hand.

"Malik another death class user has surfaced, this is the seventh one in recent memory, and from what I've heard it seems he is quite special as opposed to the others. I need you to go to Bahrenburg frontier and retrieve him, make sure he is unharmed. And fully whole Malik I would not want a repeat of last time." The voice of the saint admonished as the man closed the book in his hands, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the dark as his white hair seemed to shimmer.

"I don't know why you have me doing this fetch quests, you have paladins and bishops that are considered the best and strongest in Elysium, not to mention all your bloody popes. Why does it have to be me every time?" the man, known as Malik said as he got up to a standing position, as he flung the book in his hand behind him, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"You're a servant of the theocracy Malik, a part of this family so you should be willing to do your part. Besides no one knows the death classes better than you, wouldn't it be better if the strongest of them all is the one responsible for finding and capturing all the death classes and keeping them under control?" the saint's voice asked, sounding sultrier than holy.

"You mean under your control?" he asked with a mocking smile on his face. The saint answered with an equally annoyed tone of voice.

"the death classes are a threat to order, it has been the responsibility of the church and every other holy faction to make sure the threat is curbed and maintained! So stop asking so many questions and do as I say! Go to Bahrenburg and retrieve the death class user there, deliver him safely to the control of the church and you will be well rewarded as always." The saint said with an even voice.

"Well that wouldn't be a problem for me, but what if this new necromancer proves too hard to err 'convince' to follow me back?" Malik asked as he had a rather sinister smile on his face whilst lifting up a spear that looked like the very personification of death itself.

"I never said he was a necromancer Malik." The saint said with curious tone in her voice.

"You didn't have to; I just have a feeling that's all." Malik replied with a smile, the spear immediately catching fire as a dark green flame covered its black frame.

"well if that's the case and he is a necromancer then he has no need for both his legs and his left arm, that should make him more pliable. And if he resists even more, then get rid of his right arm too. All in all, as long as you get him back here alive, your mission would still be considered complete.

However, Malik; if he's not whole the rewards would be lesser, try to be careful." All Malik did was smile at her before his body disappeared in a blaze of green flames, but as he left his voice still rang in the ears of the grand saint.

"You know me Soraya I'm always careful."

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