War Predicament

Manuheim, Heaven

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Nethaniel was escorted by Alketh to the wide grandiose halls of Angels, the two Earth Kings behind them. The wide pillars lined up to support the precarious and artistic ceiling designs that held the majestic chandeliers that were made of diamonds.

Gold streaks of ornaments strewn along the walls with palisades held flags of different continents. Thick carpets with Aztec patterns never had been stained by whatever event had transpired in the halls.

The Angels who had never ceased to play the soft orchestral music were absent for today. Continental monarchs, council members, and Administrators, war generals, heaved the hall’s grounds. All of them looked weary and worried.

Nethaniel remembered that every time he sauntered along the center aisle to meet Lord Arkeus, all of them would greet him with smiles and admiration. But today, some of them were disdainful, scornful, and some cowed from the angel they thought he had become – a fugitive.