Tale As Old As Time

Brothers By Blood

The guards behind Lucien began to feel numbness on their leg; it has been a three hour walk, starting from Cerullia a place that promises food, water and a path suitable enough for the comfort of their feet--soon arriving to the present where rocks and hard grounds, along with dirt mountains reaching the sky on either of their side fills their views. Scorching hot sunlight accompanying their route.

Lucien leads his men at the front, walking- without a hint of exhaustion. In his mind, he thinks about the cage that was sealed with power lent by the angels that claimed it came from the almighty himself; a power great enough, that could prohibit any living being, no matter the size, the kinds, and the greatness of their power--from ever getting out without draining their mana and their chance of living; Thinking how it would affect himself, if he were to see the cage empty, without a trace of that demon. Lucien's brows furrowed all the more as his pace started to quicken and his grip tightening.

If what Aurora said is true, then it is only a matter of time and day, Cerullia would be engulf and controlled by Belial himself.

"Your majesty-" the call stopped him, followed by the rest of the guards that was following close behind. He turned and was greeted by a young centaur raising its hand at the far back.

The young centaur lowers his hand shakingly, looking side to side at the other experienced and mature kinds of his that are all staring down at him. "May I be permissioned to ask a question."

One of the centaur strives his spear at the young who flinched; the end blade digging the skin of its neck.

"One does not disturb his majesty when he's on duty." Seeing how tensed the situation have been, Lucien raises his voice. "Lower your weapon! Let him speak." The centaur holds his gaze with the young one before doing what he was ordered and getting back into the line.

Lucien turned his whole body facing towards the young centaur who is quivering in fear. He studies its stance, making it clear to him that this must've been a new recruit. With a deep but gentle voice, Lucien says,

"Proceed, young one." He tucked his hands behind him to not seem like a threat. The young centaur took a few moments to regain his stance.

"F-forgive me your majesty! But may I ask why are you taking the long route to walk instead of using your powers to get there? Example...flying."

It's a humble question, understandingly Lucien knows of their curiosity. It has been a running question since the Night Of The Treason.  It is a matter of "what if" that leads to this choice of his. Lucien had sworn to protect his people and the kingdom of Cerullia. It could be any enemies; Lucien knows he'll defeat them. There's nothing that could ever strike fear into him; But again, it's a matter of "what if" that led him to this choice. There could be a stronger threat out there, anywhere; a threat as powerful as the demon Belial. To Lucien, keeping his powers at ease, could be a wise move for a great use of it while dealing with a great nuisance.

"Conserving energy." Lucien replied. All eyes turns to him, knowingly knows that all of them are enlightened by that new knowledge. The young centaur nodded and gave a small smile before going back into his line, afraid that he might be holding the trip.

3 more hour passed, as the guards consist of centaurs, satyrs and cyclops came into a halt as Lucien announced that they have arrived to Abaddon.

There are mountains--purple red mountains surrounding them, tall enough to block the light from coming in, making the place looked dark overcome with shadows. It feels hot, warm and cold at the same time, which attracts confused reactions from all the guards. There are stairs that leads to the upper part of the mountain where another huge mountain only now made of  Cuprite; crystals that are dark red, could be seen looming over them with such magnificent size.