The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction)

Chapter 119: Rule the World

4th epoch, July 29, 1110.

Backlund was brimming with jubilation. People seemed to have forgotten all about 'World Shake' as they gathered across the city to celebrate the next big event.

It was the wedding of Trunsoest, Lord of Order, and Auernia, Queen of Blood Moon. The world's most famous couple.

The wedding will be held in the afternoon, close to dusk, in accordance with ancient custom.

Backlund's weather was brighter than it had ever been. It was as if the Eternal Blazing Sun "himself" was watching over the King and Queen's wedding.

Under the light of the sun, a golden chariot pulled by four white horses drove out of the nobles' square.

Trunsoest was present in the chariot alone, greeting the throngs of excited citizens on the roadside sidewalks.

Almost a month had passed since his meeting with Eternal Blazing Sun, and he had to say that the meeting was the most significant turning point in his life.

He realised his own insignificance on the grand stage of Cosmos. He realised the purpose of the Gods. He also became aware of the perilous future that awaits them all.

All of these revelations changed his perspective on the world, transforming it into a "divine perceptive," as the sun god described it.

His hatred for the sun god almost vanished, after this. His previous emotions and complaints appeared almost childish to him.

Even though, he experienced significant change. But, in the end, whether divine or human, he was still a person who sought order above all else.

It was only his perception that had changed, allowing him to truly comprehend his role in the grand scheme of things.

Thus, he hadn't abandoned his goals, as the change had only served to strengthen his conviction in that regard.

Moving on, he had completed the task assigned to him by Eternal Blazing Sun. With the assistance of the Golden Order, he had derived his own divine order.

He had gained access to the Golden Order, which had answered all of his doubts and questions. It made his entire process of constructing a new order more efficient, and without its assistance, it would have taken at least decades to get to this point.

He based his order on a principal he devised, drawing inspiration from the Principal of Regression by Eternal Blazing Sun.

His principle is known as the 'Principle of Causality,' and it states, 'Causality is the pull between meanings; it is connection that forms the relationship of all things.'

He could guess that building your own divine order was the most important part of the apotheosis ritual of the Justiciar. As for the rest, he still didn't know.

Despite his persistent prayers to the sun god, the sun god refused to reveal anything more until he completed his Order.

He finally decided to meet the sun god, after his marriage with Auernia.

Oh, his wedding...

Trunsoest nervously shifted in his chariot, but his demeanour remained unchanged as he continued to greet the citizens.

He was actually on his way to pick up Auernia from her Ancestral Home. This was an ancient custom in which the groom would pick up the bride from her home for their wedding.

They were following this ancient tradition at the request of his love, who had insisted on it being done this way.

To his relief, the carriage eventually entered an evacuated lane with no people in sight. It was already too tiring.

Trunsoest also caught a glimpse of the ancestral home of the blood race at the end of the lane, which made his heart thump with excitement and nervousness.

'I hope everything goes well...' He finally thought...

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Meanwhile, Alitsa Tudor walked down a long black corridor beneath the city of hope.

His hasty footsteps echoed loudly as he made his way into the structure's core.

Amon and Adam apprehended Medici and Sauron last night. Meanwhile, he and Antigonus captured Einhorn.

Adam, the only one who can block the prying eyes of gods, brought them all to Backlund. Adam also suggested that he ascend in Backlund.

He would have hesitated if it had been before, but he didn't care any longer. He wanted to send a clear message to the gods about the consequences of their own actions.

Suddenly, the sound of horse neighing mixed with cheers rang out from the ceiling, causing him to pause and clench his hand before continuing with a frenzied look.

Trunsoest

Today was also Trunsoest's wedding. Alitsa laughed as he remembered Trunsoest's invitation and letter.

Trunsoest clearly wanted him to be there for his wedding, despite everything that had happened.

'Oh, Trunsoest. You're still nave to hope for this,' he thought. 'The fates always intended for us to be enemies, not friends...'

Trunsoest was a true winner in life, and Alitsa couldn't deny it no matter how hard he tried.

Love. Kingship. Godhood. Trunsoest had gotten it all quite easily.

Those were also his dreams, but unlike Trunsoest, his path was filled with thrones and hurdles that could easily end his life with just a moment's mistake.

It was unfair.

Alitsa's eyes glowed with madness as that thought flashed through his mind.

Trunsoest completely defeated him in all aspects of life, including love.

Silvia Abraham, Bethel Abraham's granddaughter. He proposed the political marriage to gain the support of Bethel Abraham and his family.

To be honest, their personalities and characters clashed horribly. So, much to his chagrin, there was no such stage as 'blossoming' of love on his side.

He kept up the pretence with Silvia, however, for the sake of Bethel Abraham. During this time, as one would expect, the foolish woman fell in love with him, believing that he also loved her.

Silvia even tried to stop him from doing this 'Madness,' as she put it. He may have cared enough to listen in the past, but times have changed.

Bethel Abraham vanished into thin air, and the Abraham family is facing total persecution by Churches of the Eternal Blazing Sun and Earth Mother.

So he couldn't care less about the spoiled princess. He slapped her away in rage before locking her in the tower with his authority.

His thoughts were interrupted as he reached the end of the corridor and entered a hall.

The hall, which featured a platform and statues of the six gods, was illuminated by candles hung upside down. The platform featured a long silver table with seven chairs on the sides and double thrones in front.

This was a temporary location where the parliament first convened before the palace of Eternity was built.

It felt ironic to him that it was all coming to an end in the place where it all actually began.

Alitsa walked forward, ignoring the platform, suppressing his restless emotions.

Following that, a new passage with a stone door at the end appeared in front of him. With a tense expression, he took a deep look into the passage, and his eyes spoke volumes about his inner conflict.

He finally strode forward into the gloomy passage, his eyes becoming firmer than ever.

The kings walked their own paths, both above and below. The shackles of fate were slowly crumbling as they steered closer to the divine throne, above all, with a very strikingly similar goal in their hearts.

After all, 'Who doesn't want to rule the world?'

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