THE ARCHAIC SKY

CHAPTER: THE UNAWAITED IMPRISONMENT

God's heart

A gnosis or a Cognis is also known as the heart of god. Given when they ascended by empyrea herself, it's the source of most of the powers of the gods. Not much is known about the abilities they possess as they sit inside the god's vessel. But some say even the gods don't know their full capabilities without empyrea enlightening them.

The night of celebrations seem to be unending. They even hired some musicians to play tunes as they danced and sang and waste themselves. She watched as her men danced themselves silly. Sang rubbish songs, unintelligible to those still sober. Wasting their sanity for a fleeting momentary escape.

The bar was full that night. The very blood of the seikatsu within the vein of the harbinger was drunk on booze. She knew her limit, knowing she'd barely be able to stand after more than a bottle. Though she barely allowed half a bottle of rice wine pass her lips she still felt the bliss of being drunk of happiness. The room was filled with purple fog. Kiseru smoking pipes burnt fine hair like kizami.

She joined in the clouds of smoke. The heavy white air entering her lungs, leaving them and then her mind clear. Her head fell back, drunk on booze and smoke, she smiled to herself. What the heavens has she become?

Thankfully some of them still had the right mind to save themselves the headache of getting drunk and watched out for enemies nearby. Amara of course was one of them. she did have passing thoughts of reprimanding the booze hounds who were rather rude and improper, but she decided for this night only she'd forget about her title of herald. It's not like the damsel could ever do that.

But like how people prefer ponds with water that is still and serene, nothing would ever remain so for cranes will always swoop in to take a drink. Therefor Amara's momentary mirth was soon destroyed in a mere matter or hours, beginning when she stepped foot in Higana. Though it did not happen in public, no, they waited until she had arrived in her home. When Kirika had returned to her duties as her secretary. When Sora had finally left her alone. And when the last sparks of the fireworks disappeared into the sky. Turning to rain and snow that'll fall once again. Nourishing the land and nurturing the beings on the fact of this world.

She wasn't disappointed of course, like a drug, she should have known that the feeling of happiness that runs in her veins wouldn't be anything but temporary. She merely annoyed how the feeling of bliss had left her so soon.

But her annoyance was overrun by her curiosity of the fact that there were only three council members in front of her instead of the seventeen members that truly made up the council. Five of them were the highest ranking amongst the council, the other twelve were merely helpers, instructors of different arts in the guild of the seikatsu.

The three in front of her of course was none other than the marquess Mokuzai, only a council member because of his wealth, wits and name, lady Itsuko, a council member because of her accomplishments, and instructor Chinode who was like the council division's general.

They sit on their thrones, high on the elevated floor. Slowly the curtain that divided them was lifted and Amara could see them for what they are. Daemons who tower over her, their miasmic scent of greed filled the air. Their smiles holding razor sharp teeth that spoke only to manipulate her. their eyes having a smoky glow akin to the filth of a god's residue. If Amara were to be honest, she would rather fight daemons than fight them.

Amara looked above her. the shadows were wearing patterned veils over their mouths. And their heads held pointy hats. They loomed over her with their eerie eyes that widened no matter what she does. They were the remaining council. So unimportant that she doesn't remember their names. Only those who she disliked.