The humming keeps getting stronger, making all the creatures that live in the Creator's garden nervous. The man, seeing the staff that take care of the God's slumber anxious, continues to walk up the long stairways steadily.
Every time he came to Atziluth, the Creator's garden at the top of Araboth, he always feels awed. The beautifully curated sky gardens, the lustrous trees and all kinds of exotic animal species that you'd only find here. Even the staff chosen to maintain this place was wisely chosen among the elite of the elite, being guarded by the white armoured guards, another elite cast of warriors chosen to guard the Creator's Throne; all raised to be phenomenal warriors and magicians, they are all highly feared from the Seven Layers of Jannah through the Nine Realms.
He is stopped by two guards guarding the white gates of the Inner Citadel. "All Thee who walk through these gates shall pronounce their names and rank. Those who are chosen shall be presented to the Light of our Father the Creator to receive His blessing." They both look to the man in a demeanour manner. "Present yourself traveler, or receive your punishment. As we receive no one's orders, no manner their rank, except from our Lord and Saviour."
The man bows down elegantly with his black short hair, cut down leanly on the top of his head, reflecting the sunlight. "Please forgive me Oh Holy Warriors. My name is Zadkiel, leader of the Thrones and Jannah's second in command. I've arrived to these Holy Lands, following the command of the Council. Please allow my presence and let this graceful me enter those gates."
The Guards bow their heads and raise an arm each, opening the gates with their gesture. "Zadkiel, leader of the Thrones. We allow your presence in these Holy Lands. Please fly safe."
Opening his six pair of wings, Zadkiel fly through the giant golden gates, entering the Creator's inner citadel.
Although this was not the first time getting into these lands, he feels awed by the beauty of it. Beautifully decorated buildings with sumptuous garden rooftops spread across the citadel, all around of the Creator's ivory tower that reaches infinitely through the skies. Watching this beauty he feels frustrated that not even he, second in command of the angelic army wasn't even allowed to live in such beautiful settlements. As this is a place where only the chosen could live, and was not one. Yet!
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At his arrival at the Ivory tower, he is immediately met by a small welcoming committee, all wearing beautifully designed gowns which is a practice in these lands, that all residents and workers should wear white garments. To the point that even he, was careful enough to choose an elegant white tunic adorned with beautiful embroidements.
They lead him through the long white staircases that connect to the building's inner spine, where they meet a wide vertical tunnel that connects to the thousands of floors that are part of the tower. There he observes hundreds of other angels, either staff, soldiers or the residents flying up or down, following their incredible busy tasks.
This tower serves as well as a massive as it is here where the central supercomputer Yggdrasil is located. The core to the creation itself where everything that happens in all realms is recorded and analysed as a precaution to maintain the time/space status quo.
This is also were the time guardians reside and where the Creator locked one of the Ancient Knights, Taiel.
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Zadkiel is guided up through the tower by those beautiful children with whom he is so surprised that they could fly so rapidly at such a young age.
After some time, they finally reach to the middle of the tower, where the Great Council is reuniting.
As they walk through the sumptuous corridors and he is finally announced, the children politely leave him bowing respectfully towards him.
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The Blood Cross
Fantasy'It all started like a dream, a taunted old dream, that he's having for ages. The same man, looking at him, talking to him, haunting him...' Since the dawn of our times, way back when the nine realms were created, it was written that Armageddon woul...
