The Kakos Realm Collection by Christopher D Schmitz

Author:Christopher D Schmitz [Schmitz, Christopher D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TreeShaker Books
Published: 2018-12-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The tolling of bells rang through the air. Luciferians filled the church, and welcomed each other. Loyal followers of the Order flocked to their temple in Grinden, first passing through the streets which were lined with tables and carts offering flasks of ‘ãbêdâh serum.

Inside the temple, little room remained to sit. Many of the seats had been cordoned off and reserved for certain parties which arrived alongside the influx of the crowd. Most of those who attended had to stand along the sides, the back, even in the hallway.

This was a special service. Both King Rutheir and Absinthium pledged to attend it. The two guests of honor were already seated upon the platform; Dyule joined them there as well. Most people found places to sit or stand during the procession. Once the crowds had quieted, but before the first mantra was recited, Zilke entered the temple. The goblin held his head high and noble; his students trailed after him.

The Luciferian led his fellow ekthro, clad as monks, to the section reserved for them. A murmur ran through the crowd. Absinthium grinned broadly as he recognized the murmur as one of approval and agreement. The Jandish people embraced this new teaching.

Commencing the service with much pomp and ceremony, Frinnig reminded the crowds of their indebtedness to the arch-mage, for his efforts at protecting them, and he also reminded them that they could see Jandul after the service to acquire protection potions for their own weapons.

After a brief, unnecessary introduction, Absinthium took over the service.

“My people, my friends, fellow children of Lucifer, the Light Bearer,” he said, looking directly at the goblin initiates to make his point, “I bring news to you all: good tidings. I bear words that so many of you have craved.

“I have had a dream,” He said. Noticing how Frinnig’s ears perked up, the mage clarified, not wanting the temple lapdog to later come vying for more of his precious time. “It is not quite a revelation, but I do believe that it is in accord with the will of our beloved Angel of Light. Let me tell you what I dreamt.”

Absinthium stiffened and closed his eyes, acting as if he’d vividly conjured up the powerful memory. “I was sleeping fitfully when my spirit was whisked away to the throne room of the Angel of Light, our Lord Lucifer. Oh, the beautiful and glorious things that I saw,” the mage described in great detail many things that would interest his people, feeding them back their own self perceived notions of what might be present in the throne room of a deity.

“In the center of that throne room was a large gazing pool and an immense candelabrum. Lucifer took me over to the water and seized the base of the candle stand. He held it over the water and cast a powerful ceroscopy. Melted wax dripped into the water, with each drop that fell, the water’s surface revealed more and more of the ever-moving tapestry that is the life and future of this realm he created.

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