Augustus began shaking his head side to side, “That’s impossible, there is no way you can imprison an Earth god. Minerva would never allow such a slight to her name. The gods would never permit such an action.”

“But I can, and I did, and it was permitted. Of course, this was all hidden from Minerva until Rowan’s beast ate the prisoner. Now if you can get over the impossibility of me imprisoning an Earth god, perhaps you would begin to understand the ramification of those actions, and the responses of the Minerva family new Earth god, who would have ascended already, would take.”

Augustus’ face went white as fear and horror flooded his features, “It cannot be true, there is no way it can happen… the Minerva family would… This would cause a war between the gods themselves, this… this…”

“Now you see the full picture, Augustus, and this opens new doors for me, and also for you. Now it is time for your purpose.”

Augustus muttered weakly to himself, “we are all going to die.”

Lamia deranged laughter answered him and echoed into the void of space as the lone spaceship tore through the distance.

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Nathis wiped her spotless hands once again with white clothes made from her silk, the silk had a strong disinfecting property. She always finds herself doing it more often as of late, always wiping her hands as she got closer to the Empire internal politics and she began understanding the true scale of the depravity within it.

She would argue that such depravities could be found in every Major Worlds, but there was something about Trion that just rang different. Maybe because it was unofficially acknowledged as the most powerful Major World in the universe.

Surely such a place would have deep buried secrets, such as the one she had luckily just unearthed.

Fury, her master, would need to see this new information she had collected about Rowan’s bloodline Origin inside the Kuranes Family. It shed light into something far deeper happening inside every major family in Trion.

Something so big, it could threaten the foundation of the Empire.

She shuddered as she held her notes, and then she firmed her resolve.

Nathis for the first time in a long time, began to miss home.

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Dora watched the home of the man who brought her to the brink of death. The fact that her mission aligned with her vengeance made her angelic heart throb in desire, as the smell of the underground city of Trinad entered her nostrils. The world around her was so beautiful.

She was in the city of dreams and despair, a place owned by the Merchant Association and in here everything can be bought and traded, both goods and lives, and she stood before the palatial mansion of the backers behind the Merchant Association, which was the Boreas family mansion.

The extensive mansion held thousands of Guardsmen, tens of thousands mercenaries of various ranks, and an unknown amount of household staff and finally a sizable amount of Boreas family members.

It was a fortress disguised as a palace, and her mission was to steal the Teleportation Key for the entire city, proceed through the portal and into Trion and there she should destroy the key and the portal, and to delay or stop the repair of the portal for as long as possible.

She was to keep the full might of the Empire away from Jarkarr for as long as possible.

It was a monumental task, almost impossible for anyone else to perform, but she was an Angel, and nothing was beyond her, as far as the order came from the Creator, she would achieve the impossible.

Although she stood at the front of the mansion, she was invisible to normal eyes, nothing but a dim shadow, and she patiently waited for a suitable target, and after an hour she found it.

A young group of girls from the Boreas family between the age of twelve and fourteen were escorted by a group of Guardsmen outside the mansion, by their attire they were most likely going to see the various bazaars spread about in the city.

They strode through the city like little gods and their blue hair fluttered in the breeze, their joyful laughter rang through the air, filled with innocence and life.

For them this city was a tourist destination and everyone here was their entertainment. If you have been trained your whole life, to know that everyone not of your bloodline was beneath you, then megalomania was an expected attitude and children could sometimes be monsters.

Dora heard rumors about the Boreas family scions, and the atrocities they committed on far-flung worlds away from their precious Trion, and in the three hours she used to trail these children she saw nothing of that, only clean fun and laughter, and they even collected some local children with them even though it went against the wishes of the Guardsmen who accompanied them through the city.

Although they skirted the city’s central square where the frenzy for the worship of Erohim kept growing and the sounds of their adulation was beginning to cover the entire city, with events on the moon fueling the mania. This city was at the brink of chaos.

It was approaching the time to return back to their mansion when the masks came off of the giggling girls. There were six Boreas family children, and on their excursion through the city they collected four other kids, a girl and three boys.

The girl was the most skeptical, but over time she became enamored with the group and her laughter was among the loudest, the three boys pretended to be noble knights and sought to protect the girls, so even though she might have expected it, Dora was still slightly surprised when one of the Boreas family girl stabbed a spear of ice into the guts of the only girl with them.

She did not scream, as the suddenness of the attack and her surprise robbed her of her voice, Dora could understand the look in her eyes, and she also understood the incredulity in her face when the Boreas family girls began laughing.

What happened next was brutal, the Noble girls were not used to their own strength as they were at the Legendary State, and they wanted their fun to last, but they ended up killing the children faster than they would have liked, it was a small mercy.

They displayed the parts of the slaughtered children like artworks, freezing their pained faces in ice, and cheering at their creativity.

The Guardsmen looked on impassively, these actions by the children were not encouraged, but it were not forbidden either, it was also taken as a form of training for the children.

It was for them to get used to killing sentient species.

It would be taken as a fun activity, desensitizing them to the screams of their prey, also serving to unite them in their shared bloodshed. Dora heard that other families had worse games for their children.

She did not need any more resolve to perform her mission because the Creator had given her free reigns to do as she wished. Dora would be enjoying the extra perks in this mission, very much.

As the girls returned to their mansion, Dora slipped into the shadow of one of the girls. She just acquired her ticket.