Anointed (An Enhypen x Reader Story)

The Seventh Birth

A note before the story: As mentioned in the description, Ni-Ki is underage, and will not in any way romantically or sexually interact with the reader. If that's what you're here for, I would respectfully ask you to leave. In addition, there are many religious themes in this work, as it pertains to gods. It is in no way centered around any one specific religion (although I was raised Catholic, so there are admittedly many Christian influences) and it is not intended to make fun of or disrespect any practices. If something is overly offensive, please feel free to let me know, and I'll do my best to accommodate. Otherwise, happy reading, and feel free to leave your thoughts and reactions below!

Word count: 2,492

Chapter warnings: mild language, mentions of suicide, mild themes

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"Your highness..." A voice called from the other end of the chamber. The man seated in the chair at the head of the table sighed, looking out over the gilded cityscape below him. The room was well-lit, although none of the overhead lights were on. The sun outside shone brightly over the marble and steel behind him. Turning the chair around, he saw the familiar face of a light green-suited man standing at the door.

"I told you, you don't have to call me that. It's not the Renaissance anymore." The other man shrugged.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for professionalism."

"What is it that you need?" The seated man asked, idly rearranging the papers littered across the table. They weren't confidential, but something about engaging in conversation made him a bit fidgety.

"I, uh, I don't really know how to say this..." He put a hand to the back of his head, scratching nervously.

"Did you cause a mass natural disaster again?"

"What?" He looked confused, "No."

"Well then, I'm not going to be mad." He laughed lightly. "So just spit it out."

"Well, uh..." He took a deep breath. "I was told to let you know that the birth of the seventh has started." The man at the table froze immediately. Thoughts began rushing through his head. It was too soon, and they weren't ready. What was he going to do? It was his job to make the call, but-

Before he could let his mind race ahead of him, he dropped his hands under the table, clenching them together. Shutting his eyes, he forced himself to calm down. He could at least hear everyone's ideas before they made any decisions. They couldn't afford any mistakes, so spreading out the debate would help him.

"Is everyone else on the grounds?" He asked, trying to keep his voice still.

"I think so." He responded. "Do you want me to track them down?"

"Just call over the system." He sighed. "Actually, on second thought, I'll do it. And maybe get a head start on packing, we may have to travel... very soon." The other man nodded.

"Of course, your highness."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you want, your highness," he joked, slipping out the door, green flashing past the opposite glass windows before disappearing out of sight. Sure that he was gone, the man slipped back in his chair, leaning his head upwards and shutting his eyes once more. Slipping his hand into a pocket, he pulled out a small, golden device, engraved daintily with the script Stell-A. Lifting it to his lips, he took a long, deep breath, held it in for a moment or two, and then exhaled, watching a cloud of golden glitter dissipate as euphoria flooded his body. Putting it away, he gathered up the courage to make the intercom call.