So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

48. Returning Home to Scars

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Through starlit alleys and among the teeming crowd headed to nightclubs that were only just opening. This late in the night, there were fewer lights on in the accommodation blocks but they found their way up to the middle city easily, heading ever upwards. Dythos back in the wheelchair for the daunting initial climb up the hilly street. They were squashed up against the walls of buildings, Elgaldir using himself as a human shield from the mass of people passing by.

Once the ground was flat again, Dythos walked by his side, linking arms with him as they made their way home. Elgaldir popped the wheelchair into his dimensional ring, kicking himself for not having done that when Dythos had first received it. It would have saved a lot of discomfort on both their parts.

It was hard to see his face in the dim light but Elgalir could feel the hold that Dythos had on his arm tighten whenever the space to pass by others meant that they had to walk one behind the other instead of side by side. Almost as if he was reassuring himself that Elgaldir was still there.

The God of War made sure to squeeze back every time, finding his own comfort in doing so.

Once they made up to the gates leading to the Middle City the streets were wider and fewer people were walking around. He could hear Dythos breathe a sigh of relief now that he no longer had to worry about being bumped into by someone and knocked off of his feet. Not that Elgaldir would have let that happen.

It wasn't hard to find the carriage they had taken, as it was exactly where they had left it earlier on in the night and the lanterns that dangled from the roof were now lit.

Solar lights had been a really good investment.

The rest of the trip back to the palace of the Wheat God was quiet. Elgaldir asked if he could see the prayer Dythos had shown him in the cafe again. The light in the carriage made it a lot easier to read than the bisexual lighting he had been looking at it in before.

Its contents were just as disturbing under white light.

Dythos had pulled him by the hand through the gates to the shock of the guards through the garden and palace to the door of his Prayer Office. Here Elgaldir's feet stopped on their own. If touching someone's prayers was taboo, going into this room felt criminal.

Dythos shooed him in anyway despite that.

Once he was sure that he wasn't accidentally going to touch anything Elgaldir noticed that Dythos was pointing to prayers that were piled up on the small desk under the stained glass window in the centre of the room. The light in the courtyard on the other side of the window, caused it to cast a rainbow of light over the prayers where they sat waiting.

There were so many of them, all written in red ink.

The God of War looked at Dythos in confusion.

"Didn't you finish organising them?" He asked. Dythos had been so dedicated to organising his overflowing Prayer Room that it was surprising that he would leave so many behind in here. It wasn't a small number either, you could barely see the surface of the desk.

"I couldn't fit them in the organiser you got for me, so I was going to put them in the shelves in here." Dythos explained.

The wooden organiser in what had quickly become their shared office was practically bursting at the seams so much paper had been carefully stored within it. There wasn't a millimetre of space that wasn't being utilised. Neither of them had thought when it was being installed that it would ever be filled, never mind that Dythos' backlog was so big that the shelves and drawers were already overflowing.