LEGEND OF DEATH'S ASSASSINS

CHAPTER 2

Days have gone by since they last talked or spoke about the incident in the court room. But he waited, patiently, like a dog waiting for their master. He waited. Not with eagerness. Something within him wished the High Lord would forget about him. He had prayed silently for everything to return to normal. He was among the Lowliest. He was born to be insignificant. Violence was not part of his being. The true Judge had made him and his brothers to be simple. They were simple creatures and not some weapon of doom.

He turned to the other side of the wall, but this time, holding out his wrist to the bright light on the ceiling. The branding on his hands was still strange. His search in the Library of light had been futile, until Storm, his brother, had told him not to waste his time. The markings on his wrist were written in human's language. They were written for humans. Yes, that was what the Champion of death entails. You kill humans and make the dark hole full.

I can't do this. No, I can't.

Thunder heaved, trying to remain calm. The feeling in his stomach was beginning to make a strange bubble. Even though he would not visit the Orector for another five human days, he hated it whenever the bubble begins to form. It always leaves him with a hazy and foggy visions. And he hated himself when that happens.  If only the Faithful were here. Perhaps the True Judge would have prevented, Lord Ruin, from ascending to the place of high lord. None of this would have happened. The father of lies and the departed would not have obtained the key to destroy. But now, everything being the way they were, has brought nothing but sadness to everyone.

"Is anyone home?"

Thunder lifted his head to the voice of the new comer. The blue opal that ran from the side of its waist to its legs, made Thunder stood from his bed, in awe. This was no ordinary creature. It was the High Lord's Queen. Its skin was almost like a jelly and held one of the most brilliant colors in the multiverse. The color of the rainbow.

"Greetings" Thunder bowed.

The Queen ignored him. It walked towards the landings and picked up a chalice from the wine rack. And without permission, it filled the cup with some of the fine wine from goodness spring.

"How ironic," The Queen said as it took the first sip, "Even the Departed still needs the wine of the Faithful, to stay alive. The True Judge is indeed just and fair in all his ways. Blessed be his name."

"Blessed be his name" Thunder raised his brow as he repeated the words reluctantly. Since the fall, he has never seen or heard a Departed, call the True Judge, just and fair. Not openly though. And not from the Queen.

The way she held her posture reminded Thunder of some humans, living in a castle. She was not just the apple of Lord Ruin's eyes, but also the daughter of Hades, god of the underworld, and heir to the Grand throne of Limbo.

"What brings your majesty here?"

"Get over it," The Queen rolled her smoky eyes, "you know I hate titles."

"Before you became Queen, yes." Thunder nodded.

The True Judge had created them together. And at a time, they had been best of friends, until evil was found in the Queen and the rest of the Departed.

"I still do." The Queen said as it returned the Chalice to the rack. "And you know that,"

"Well," Thunder shrugged, "Still haven't said why you are here."

There was silence as the Queen stared blankly towards the window. There was no sun, or moon or stars. Yet the light that blaze the entire place was warm and gave a peace that's so alluring. No one knows the source, but there was a time when most creatures believe the source of light to be from the True Judge himself. But after the fall, no one knows. Some even said that the acolyte Angels were the ones bearing the living light. It was hard to say. And the Departed are too busy making their plans for the great war to care about the light source. Not even the scholars among them was diving into the topic. They have a greater purpose, or mission as they always put it.