Chapter 487 - Lore Of The Four Seasons (Act III)
New Chapter in Highest Tier (May 2021)
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Archangel Uriel (Flame of God)
First Guardian of the Garden of Four Seasons
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"Hmm." The sense of urgency made Archangel Uriel empathize with her, her words clawing into the heart. But he had to be cold since the rules of Heaven existed for a reason.
He drawled in a subtle dare, "What if you just found Ariel's feather randomly and now you are claiming it as a pass so that you can get inside and steal the fruits in this garden?"
She flinched, taken aback by the logical accusation. Mayhap, she wasn't used to this level of trust. Nodding, she cleared her throat and replied calmly, "I understand your doubt, Archangel. You said it yourself that only creatures who carry the purest intention can find this glamored garden." Archangel Uriel opened his mouth to argue but the knight quickly shut him up when she raised the volume of her voice, "Now, if you claim that I did it through sorcery, does that mean you let a poor Fae knight like me defeat an Archangel like you when I have limited knowledge of the art?"
Archangel Uriel ran a frustrated hand through his thick blond hair and licked his lips in annoyance. "Don't think I can't see through your poor manipulations, Knight. What do you want to do with the fruit from the Tree of Four Seasons? As its guardian, I can't give them to you that easily." His eyes narrowed. "The existence of the fruits on this Realm have a strict purpose.''
She straightened her legs and squeeze the horse with her calves, urging it to move forward. "I needed it, Archangel."
Archangel Uriel said as he glanced up at the knight as its horse approached closer until they were face to face. "You are not my God, Knight."
"Archangel Ariel showed herself to me. She told me that Faeries who have taken a bite on this special fruit in your garden will be protected from any demonic possession for the rest of their lives." She said as she shifted her weight on top of the horse."One bite. Anything more than that will spell trouble." He warned. "Who would be the one to regulate the bites of every Fae who might need the cure to a demonic possession?"
"Me, of course. If you only give them to me." Her tone was sharp and impatient. "I am under Archangel Ariel's protection."
"Indeed." Archangel Uriel knew that she told the truth based on the aura around her, wrapping her in a protective cloak of light purple energy mixed with pink which was Archangel Ariel's energy. Every time he focused on the knight, it made him feel deep peace and trust towards her but he wouldn't dare show it. "--but who shall stop the other Fae's greedy hands to steal from you if they found out you have it?"
"I will take a bite first before I start my long journey back to my village. The demons can't go near me and the rest of the villagers any longer if I managed to bring the fruits to them for our consumption." The knight told him as she gave him a nonchalant shrug. It came out lithe and graceful that he was certain it was a woman underneath all that steel.
"You are under Archangel Ariel's protection to keep you safe from harm but that fruit wouldn't prevent you from getting killed by Nephilim and Fallen Angels." He said bluntly.
"You did not know how much we have endured because you weren't there to see our struggles, Archangel." Her voice quivered from the force of her anger as she clenched her fists. "But the demonic presence terrorizing our village was more of a threat compared to the Nephilim and the Fallen. Your fellow Archangels did their best to quell the rise of these evil creatures yet they find it hard to expel the demons when they hide themselves by possessing innocent creatures."
"That's not true." Archangel Uriel lifted his arms and stretched them, yawning, before he proceeded to gently caress the rouncey's face. "Archangels can easily exorcise demons from the victim's body through the angel blade and magic from the Heavens."
"I am not doubting the power of Archangels like you. But the demons get stronger by the second as they do everything to master their powers in their spirit form. We need to protect ourselves from possible possession. They are growing in numbers." She explained to him and it sounded like a demand.
He grimaced.
This interesting conversation was starting to get bland for his taste.
"I am aware of that, Knight. I am guarding these fruits so that the Fallen Watchers couldn't get their hands on it. One whole fruit can reverse the corruption of evil in their souls into good. God does not want that." He responded without remorse—only cold hard facts—as he stared at her, hating that he couldn't see her face or look her in the eye. "The Watchers have to take responsibility of their choice. Since their spirits were sullied once, they might regret what they have done so they would desire to be good again by eating the magic fruit. But then, being evil will always come across their mind. Because they already have a taste of the forbidden. They would resort into sin, falling into temptation. Then, they would eat the fruit to become good again. It will be a never ending cycle that would turn into an addiction. And the power of this garden will be abused by other creatures—Fallen and Fae alike."
"You see the 'gregori' 1are determined to establish an Army against their God after being banished from the Heavens. Now, we are in the middle in this god damned battle when it shouldn't have anything to do with with rest of the FairFolk! We only desired to be protected from demonic possession, Archangel!" The knight yelled at him and this time, she wasn't trying hard to hide her feminine voice. "I thought your presence here was to save the race! What are you even doing here, hiding while the world is in chaos?"
"You think I'm hiding, Knight?" Archangel Uriel grinned for the first time in his isolation in the Garden of Four Seasons.
"How about you?" With cold purpose, he focused his mind, compelling her to be utterly still. "Take your armor off before I do it myself."
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Archangel Uriel (Flame of God)
First Guardian of the Garden of Four Seasons
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"Hmm." The sense of urgency made Archangel Uriel empathize with her, her words clawing into the heart. But he had to be cold since the rules of Heaven existed for a reason.
He drawled in a subtle dare, "What if you just found Ariel's feather randomly and now you are claiming it as a pass so that you can get inside and steal the fruits in this garden?"
She flinched, taken aback by the logical accusation. Mayhap, she wasn't used to this level of trust. Nodding, she cleared her throat and replied calmly, "I understand your doubt, Archangel. You said it yourself that only creatures who carry the purest intention can find this glamored garden." Archangel Uriel opened his mouth to argue but the knight quickly shut him up when she raised the volume of her voice, "Now, if you claim that I did it through sorcery, does that mean you let a poor Fae knight like me defeat an Archangel like you when I have limited knowledge of the art?"
Archangel Uriel ran a frustrated hand through his thick blond hair and licked his lips in annoyance. "Don't think I can't see through your poor manipulations, Knight. What do you want to do with the fruit from the Tree of Four Seasons? As its guardian, I can't give them to you that easily." His eyes narrowed. "The existence of the fruits on this Realm have a strict purpose.''
She straightened her legs and squeeze the horse with her calves, urging it to move forward. "I needed it, Archangel."
Archangel Uriel said as he glanced up at the knight as its horse approached closer until they were face to face. "You are not my God, Knight."
"Archangel Ariel showed herself to me. She told me that Faeries who have taken a bite on this special fruit in your garden will be protected from any demonic possession for the rest of their lives." She said as she shifted her weight on top of the horse."One bite. Anything more than that will spell trouble." He warned. "Who would be the one to regulate the bites of every Fae who might need the cure to a demonic possession?"
"Me, of course. If you only give them to me." Her tone was sharp and impatient. "I am under Archangel Ariel's protection."
"Indeed." Archangel Uriel knew that she told the truth based on the aura around her, wrapping her in a protective cloak of light purple energy mixed with pink which was Archangel Ariel's energy. Every time he focused on the knight, it made him feel deep peace and trust towards her but he wouldn't dare show it. "--but who shall stop the other Fae's greedy hands to steal from you if they found out you have it?"
"I will take a bite first before I start my long journey back to my village. The demons can't go near me and the rest of the villagers any longer if I managed to bring the fruits to them for our consumption." The knight told him as she gave him a nonchalant shrug. It came out lithe and graceful that he was certain it was a woman underneath all that steel.
"You are under Archangel Ariel's protection to keep you safe from harm but that fruit wouldn't prevent you from getting killed by Nephilim and Fallen Angels." He said bluntly.
"You did not know how much we have endured because you weren't there to see our struggles, Archangel." Her voice quivered from the force of her anger as she clenched her fists. "But the demonic presence terrorizing our village was more of a threat compared to the Nephilim and the Fallen. Your fellow Archangels did their best to quell the rise of these evil creatures yet they find it hard to expel the demons when they hide themselves by possessing innocent creatures."
"That's not true." Archangel Uriel lifted his arms and stretched them, yawning, before he proceeded to gently caress the rouncey's face. "Archangels can easily exorcise demons from the victim's body through the angel blade and magic from the Heavens."
"I am not doubting the power of Archangels like you. But the demons get stronger by the second as they do everything to master their powers in their spirit form. We need to protect ourselves from possible possession. They are growing in numbers." She explained to him and it sounded like a demand.
He grimaced.
This interesting conversation was starting to get bland for his taste.
"I am aware of that, Knight. I am guarding these fruits so that the Fallen Watchers couldn't get their hands on it. One whole fruit can reverse the corruption of evil in their souls into good. God does not want that." He responded without remorse—only cold hard facts—as he stared at her, hating that he couldn't see her face or look her in the eye. "The Watchers have to take responsibility of their choice. Since their spirits were sullied once, they might regret what they have done so they would desire to be good again by eating the magic fruit. But then, being evil will always come across their mind. Because they already have a taste of the forbidden. They would resort into sin, falling into temptation. Then, they would eat the fruit to become good again. It will be a never ending cycle that would turn into an addiction. And the power of this garden will be abused by other creatures—Fallen and Fae alike."
"You see the 'gregori' 1are determined to establish an Army against their God after being banished from the Heavens. Now, we are in the middle in this god damned battle when it shouldn't have anything to do with with rest of the FairFolk! We only desired to be protected from demonic possession, Archangel!" The knight yelled at him and this time, she wasn't trying hard to hide her feminine voice. "I thought your presence here was to save the race! What are you even doing here, hiding while the world is in chaos?"
"You think I'm hiding, Knight?" Archangel Uriel grinned for the first time in his isolation in the Garden of Four Seasons.
"How about you?" With cold purpose, he focused his mind, compelling her to be utterly still. "Take your armor off before I do it myself."
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