The Realm of Gods and the Tyrannical King

Chapter Two

As Uzair stood in the main hall of the hidden underground base, he took a look around at everyone. For once, things were going well. Everyone looked happy today. Or, tonight. "Must've been a good day for everyone. I'm glad to see it," Uzair thought to himself.

His thoughts would be interrupted by a feminine voice. "Uzair," a woman spoke as she approached the Prince. Uzair would turn around, facing the woman who appeared to be at the age of twenty-seven, but was indeed thousands of years old, which was normal for a god.

"Mom," Uzair said, addressing the woman as his mother. She was utterly beautiful. She had the beauty of a goddess and the perfect, stunning feminine body of one too. The woman, who was Uzair's mother, approached her son and hugged him. The height difference between the two was kind of funny. Uzair was at the exact height of six feet, while his mother was only five feet and five inches.

Uzair hugged his mother back, a soft, small and gentle smile coming onto his face. After a few seconds, the two pulled away from each other, stepping back a little. "You completely disappeared a few hours ago. Where did you run off to?" Uzair's mother asked. Uzair looked as if he was trying to make up some excuse as to why he disappeared so suddenly and was gone for a while.

His mother saw right through it. She knew everything about her boy. She could see right through him as if he was transparent. Like he was a piece of glass. "You attacked one of your father's bases again, didn't you?" She said, her voice carrying a tone of slight disappointment.

"I'm sorry. I know I promised I wouldn't just leave unannounced anymore and go destroy another base," Uzair responded. His mother softly sighed. "It's all right. I know you can handle yourself, but you must be more careful. Your father is dangerous, and so are his subordinates," Uzair's mother said. Uzair opened his mouth to respond but would be interrupted by a male voice.

"Hera!" The male voice called out. There would be a man jogging up to the woman. "We need you in the infirmary," the man quickly explained, a tone of urgency in his voice. Hera was very skilled at types of Healing Magic. That fact made her an excellent doctor. "Go. I'll see you tomorrow," Uzair softly said. "Are you sure?" Hera asked, seeking assurance from her son. "Yeah. I'll eat and take care of myself back at my father's palace," Uzair responded. "Okay. Stay safe and be careful. Tell Boreas I said hi," Hera spoke before walking off, going to tend to her duties.

Uzair would let out a soft sigh as his mother left to go to the infirmary. Once that short interaction was over, Uzair used the same mode of transportation that he had used prior, that being the spiraling flames. The fire would swirl around him once again, transporting him into a large bedroom inside of his father's massive palace. The fire spiraled downwards inside of the bedroom, revealing Uzair after the flames dissipated into sparks, and then the sparks dissipated into nothing.

The room was dark. The only light that was shining into the room was the dim moonlight that shined through the open double doors that led out onto a large balcony.

Uzair snapped his fingers, causing multiple magic lamps to turn on, casting light into the bedroom, revealing the beautiful details of Uzair's room. There was a large bed, larger than a king-sized bed in the room, which had white sheets and covers, along with silver pillows. The bed wasn't made, and was quite a mess. Besides that, there was also light grey carpet on the floor.

The carpet was incredibly soft to the touch, as it was crafted from the finest materials the Divine Realm had to offer. Metatron didn't disappoint when it came to materialistic things.