The Realm of Gods and the Tyrannical King

Chapter Four

The sun was beginning to creep over the horizon, shedding its bright light upon the Divine Realm. Uzair was preparing for a meeting with powerful leaders of the Divine Realm. He didn't want to go, and it didn't even concern him. His father wanted him to go because he thought it would be a good "learning experience" for his son. Little did he know though, that Uzair didn't care one bit.

Uzair was on the way to the conference room within his father's palace. He had changed into traditional white robes that were worn by angels for special events like these. Uzair himself was running a bit late. He was sure he wouldn't hear the end of it from his father. He'd talk about how "embarrassing" it was that his son was so irresponsible. Like that man could even be embarrassed. He walked around with no shirt on ninety-nine percent of the time and was very open about his sexual activities with other women, and sometimes, men. He didn't care one bit about what other people thought.

When Uzair approached a pair of large, white double doors, he softly sighed as he closed his eyes, placing his right hand on the fancy, intricate doorknob. He pushed the knob down, then pushed open the door and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. When he entered, all eyes were on him. His father, sitting at the very end of the table at the opposite end from where the doors were, put on a happy face, acting like he was happy to see his son, when in reality, he was angry that Uzair was even the slightest bit late.

The other men, who were dressed in very prestigious robes that were all different colors than each other's and Uzair's and Metatron's, looked at Uzair as well. All of these other men were just rich and snobby. They only held political power. Their magic was lackluster, their combat skills were even more lacking, and all of them were very skinny, not having much muscle or meat on their bones at all. Metatron viewed them as weak, but he was only using them for their political power.

"Ah!" Metatron exclaimed. "The Prince arrives. Take your seat." Metatron held his left hand out, motioning to a chair that was right next to his.

I can feel the anger radiating off of him, Uzair thought. After being around his corrupt father for a few thousand years, he had learned to know what his father was really feeling, even if he was putting on a front.

Uzair walked over to his chair and sat down, placing his arms and hands on the table, intertwining his fingers and clasping his hands together. "Shall we begin now?" One of the men asked. "Yes, we shall," Metatron said. Metatron always spoke first. He said what he wanted, and this group of people were going to make it happen.

"I need to control more land. I control the main kingdom and about a dozen others." Metatron controlled lots of lands. He controlled the main kingdom of the Divine Realm directly, but just told the leaders of the other kingdoms what to do, essentially. And if they didn't listen or refused to do something, they were killed. "You... want more, Sire?" One of the men asked. "Is that not what I just said, Krane?" Metatron asked with a harsh tone of voice. The man named Krane tilted his head down, looking at the beautifully decorated table. "Sorry, Sire," Krane responded.

Krane. A man with great political power and influence within the Divine Council despite not being a part of it. Other than that, he's nothing. I honestly don't know how he isn't screaming and running away from my father right now. He's such a coward. But he probably knows he'd be killed before any of us have time to blink, Uzair thought, keeping his mouth shut and only thinking inside of his head about what was being said.

"I want all of you to speak with the leaders of other lands and kingdoms I do not control. Convey the message that if they do not accept my terms, their land will be taken by force, and a trustworthy man or woman of mine will rule over that land," Metatron said. He was so power-hungry. He wanted to rule everything. He no longer was satisfied with being a king and the God of Gods. He wanted to be an emperor, and his son, Uzair, would take the place of the king.