God From The Abyss

Chapter 2: Chapter 02: The Throne!

With dishevelled hair and eyes that looked wild, it was an understatement to say Mikael looked stressed.

Constant draining of his essence with no progress on deciphering what the fragment truly was or its secrets, those were undoubtedly the constant, major contributions to his agitation.

"Come, child." The Goddess gestured to him. "Perhaps my presence will calm your mind."

"I’ll BE FINE!" Mikael screamed unconsciously.

"I’ll be fine. I just.... I hit a....a bit of a block in a project at hand. I am sure my current state will pass when I achieve some sort of breakthrough."

He cleared his throat.

"This project is.....Trust me Goddess. This project is what I call revolutionary, great. It will benefit us a lot."

"I must retire to my quarters to continue. Your visit was indeed refreshing and mind-clearing. My most heartfelt gratitude I offer you!"

The Goddess’ reply came a moment later.

" Very well, Mikael. I shall leave you to your project. Do remember, my arms shall always be open to you whenever you feel overwhelmed. Anytime."

" Thank uou, Goddess. I sincerely appreciate. I will see you off," he offered, raising to his feet.

"Please, go on and pay me no heed. I shall see myself off."

Mikael bowed. " My apologies." And with that, he went back into his domain.

The next instant, The Goddess sent out a psychic message.

" Appear before me at the Heaven’s Hall. There are questions to which I require answers, without fail. Orion, you shall accompany her as I have need of your presence too."

The replies came immediately. "Yes Goddess!"

When the Goddess reappeared, she sat atop a massive throne in the Hall of Stars, illuminated by countless nebulae and galaxies and stars!

There was nothing in the Hall, asides the throne made from purest divinity, and was known across the Celestial Realm as the Cradle of Being, the Throne of Creation.

By now, Vaelthiela and the Sovereign of Fiery Suns, Orion stood at the foot of the throne.

"Greetings, Goddess Aurora," the duo chorused.

A wave acknowledged the greetings.

" Vaelthiela," the Goddess began. " Mikael apparently spends more time over at your domain. His behavior during said time, how would you describe them?"

Vaelthiela sighed. " Well, it is true the young one do spend time with me at my Crystal Heaven. But as of recent, he did always ask where ’we’ came from, the source of our powers, our being. The first time he asked about it, I was perplexed. So I always directed him to You, that You had the answers to all the questions he’d ever want."

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In all the time since he was conscious of his being, it was the first time Mikael noticed the chamber draped in the purest, most sinister void energy. Behind the chamber, something had called, beckoned on him. And so he heeded its call.

When he entered the chamber, Mikael was thrown into a vast, dark, empty space.

The crushing pressure was instantaneous. And for the first time in his existence, Mikael bled. Tiny streams of a dim gold liquid dripped out from the corner of his lips.

"I can’t even stand straight. And there is noth -OK..."

Previously, there was only darkness, nothing, void. But all of a sudden, there was ... something. ’Some things.’

The darkness was still here, but strangely Mikael could see.

All around him were structures he couldn’t quite identify, shapes he couldn’t make sense of. Even delving deep into the vastness of his knowledge bore no fruit.

In the absence of any form of light, these structures cast no shadows on the ground, everything was simply, suddenly and strangely visible. Around the same time, the pressure around him was lifted.

"About time," he grunted as he strutted forwards without a single care and no idea as to what or where he should look.

Having travelled a great distance, the topography still caused Mikael a great deal of problems and surprises.

Sometimes, up became down and down became up. Other times, there would be no up, or down or nothing at all, leaving him suspended mid-air.

Here, it seemed like his celestial powers were nearly cut from the Source — the Cosmic Gate, leaving him with very little, for any unpleasant surprise that might pop out.

Mikael also noticed that his memories were being wiped away the longer he stayed. He knew he had to turn back. And yet he found himself pushing forward, deeper inside. He felt something within him telling him to push further, till he got to ’it’.

And so it wasn’t long till he found a massive throne, similar to the Cradle of Being at the Heaven’s Hall, albeit made of the same substance as the structures all around. But the more he looked it,the more he doubted it was a throne at all

Mikael gazed at it for a long time; the notion that it was a throne simply kept popping up as a suggestion, and not certainty.

"Well, nothing here makes any sense, so it might be perilous to not be cautious." He sighed in resignation.

The suggestions ceased when he finally arrived before the throne, when he assured himself finally that he wasn’t seeing things.

Then he sat down.

Silence, the one that reigned over this forsaken place, still had dominion.

Nothing happened, to show that the throne recognised him, that the throne was still ’alive’. It knew not of his presence nor did it issue any acknowledgement.

Mikael sat anyway — silent and simply gazing down upon the structures, trying to make sense of what they were or what they were used for. Of who had lived in this domain of pitch black darkness.

His memories continued dissipating at an alarming rate, but the voice inside Mikael never willed him to find the exit. He instead felt that something required him — his attention. That something wanted him to find it.

But he couldn’t point out —exactly what it was, although he didn’t make any effort suggesting that he was leaving the throne.

So here he sat, deep in thoughts and memories of who he was, fading, yet he had no idea what it was, he was supposed to get.

And time flowed, nonstop.

At least in his mind. The time he could not afford to waste, lest he forgot who he even was!

The environment still ’danced’ all around him. But the throne sat still, constant, allowing him the chance and opportunity to gather facts.

Every now and then, a pulse of void energy shot out in all directions from Mikael, in search of answers for the Sovereign who had nearly forgotten who he was!