false god ch 11

A few moments later all the preparations was prepared. The next moment the doors to the throne roomed opened and the judge walked in followed by, the two bard with lyre(hand held and small version of a harp), and four regulators caring spears.

"Angels of the radiant sun, I am Aelius. I see now that my eyes have been blessed by the divine light of our beloved deity! For too long have I awaited a sign, a confirmation of the sun's favor upon our kingdom, and now you stand before me as heralds of its celestial glory.

Surely, it is by the sun's will that you have graced us with your presence, to deliver unto us its sacred blessings and guidance. You are not mere angels, but emissaries of the sun itself." the king says

"Noble King of Solarnelle, while we carry the light of celestial wisdom, we are not of the sun, but servants of Aither, whose domain spans the celestial expanse. Though our presence may seem to shine with solar radiance, our allegiance lies with the moon, stars, and fate. May clarity illuminate your path." the judge says

Aelius Demeter takes a complete one-eighty. He be comes rude.

"If you do not serve the sun, then you serve no purpose in Solarnelle! Begone from my sight and do not return until you bear the true light of our celestial master!" 

"King of Solarnelle, your disrespect does not go unnoticed, but it shall not deter us from our sacred mission. We are the emissaries of Aither, the Eternal Guardian of the Celestial Realms, and though you may scorn our presence, our message remains unchanged." The judge says a little annoyed.

"Then, go on with your message angel" the king says while rolling his eyes.

In the background whispers of the people of the royal court could be heard.

"Mortal ruler of Solarnelle, hear now the decree of Aither, the Eternal Guardian of the Celestial Realms. His divine will is clear: the bloodshed between Solarnelle and Eclipsara must cease, and the flames of war extinguished.

Know this, King of Solarnelle: your defiance against the will of Aither has brought great displeasure upon your kingdom. The disrespect shown towards our lord and master cannot be tolerated, and the consequences of your actions weigh heavily upon you.

It is only through His mercy that your kingdom has not already faced divine retribution. We, the angels of Aither, serve as messengers of His will, but know that if it were within our power, the celestial host would descend upon your lands with righteous fury, and your kingdom would face swift and absolute judgment for its transgressions.

Yet even in the face of such disrespect, Aither extends an olive branch, offering you the chance to mend your ways and seek redemption. He calls upon you to lay down your arms, to humble yourself before His divine authority, and to serve Him with reverence and obedience." she said coldly."

""In the face of such insolence, Solarnelle declares war on this so-called 'god' Aither!"

 "Ha ha ha ha ha, some mortals are really stupid declaring war on a god."

"Who, are you calling stupid"

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"You Mortal ruler, your proclamation of war against the divine is as laughable as it is futile. Do you truly believe that your puny armies can challenge the might of Aither and his celestial forces? Your arrogance knows no bounds, and your ignorance blinds you to the true power of the gods.

Know this, King of Solarnelle: while you may boast of your strength and valor, you are but a mere speck in the tapestry of creation. Your defiance is like the buzzing of a gnat against the thunderous roar of the ocean. You dare to challenge the heavens themselves, yet you are nothing more than a puppet dancing on strings of fate.

We angels find your bravado amusing, for it is born of foolishness and hubris. But mark our words, mortal: the wrath of Aither is not to be trifled with. Should you persist in your folly, you shall invite upon yourself a fate far worse than any you can imagine.

So go ahead, King of Solarnelle, raise your banners and march to war. But know that you do so at your own peril, for the laughter of the heavens shall echo across the skies as your kingdom crumbles beneath the weight of divine retribution."

 " you say he's a god then were is he. I challenge the very notion of Aither's divinity. If he were truly a god, where are his undeniable miracles, his incontrovertible signs of power? I see only myths and shadows, tales spun to instill fear and obedience. In Solarnelle, we revere the sun, the source of all life and energy, visible and real, unlike the pale light of a distant moon.

Prove to me, if you can, that Aither is more than a phantom, a fabrication. Let him descend from his celestial perch and demonstrate his power before the eyes of Solarnelle. Until then, I shall consider him a false god, unworthy of worship or fear.

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