Rey De-Heavens (English)

3.2

"This marriage we speak of was and is considered a forbidden relationship by humans and by many gods. The husband was none other than Wulfgang Lobato, better known as Fang, a direct descendant of the first lycanthrope, whose invulnerable body is endowed with destructive prowess that can surpass that of the first transcendental spirit of fire. And the betrothed, Maryam Priovan, descendant of the longest-lived family lineage in the universe, feared, respected and shunned on all worlds for her noble lineage and strengths comparable to those of the transcendental spirit of cold air. In addition to her parents, other notorious personalities were also at the event. In conclusion, a very fearsome group of troublemakers."

As an option and to avoid direct confrontations, the humans decided to reward whoever could eliminate these individuals, as well as their descendants if the case arose. Those concerned recognized themselves as belonging to the unofficial group of "bounty hunters". Taking all possible precautions, these individuals waited until they became strong enough. Composed of those who were interested in accomplishing such a feat, those who sought to earn the bounty of the unimaginable and those who wanted to intervene with the marriage like other vampires and lycanthropes, the team set out to meet their parents and companions.

On the other hand, not knowing at what point they would lose another member of the group and with something to protect, Wulfgang, Maryam and the rest of the pack decided to set out on a journey to the one place where no one would dare look for them, not even the "gods". Why? Because this is a place where a thousand darknesses reign. Where only the dead and non-tangible bodies can go. It is the abode of dangerous consumers who feed on the souls in pain. The realm of the worst demons of creation. To get here meant fighting against all of the above and going through countless ordeals.

But his parents and the others did not fight against such demons or dangers, and, even so, they reached this place, which is considered to be the eye of the stormy "Infernos", the Heavens. They came directly to the entrance. This is because Maryam had with her a manuscript that had been inherited by her family, by none other than her grandfather, that individual who devoured the heart of one of the regents of hell and who was put to judge the souls to take them to lower circles by Zeus... Explanation enough?!

Two of the three little ones had their mouths open and cocked their heads to one side. Rey, while holding a fixed and arrogant gaze into the old man's eyes, denied at the question.

Heroclades' footsteps were heard approaching until, finally, availing himself of a brisk voice, he added his thoughts to the conversation as if he were fixing someone else's mistake.

"I don't know if it was intentional, but you didn't explain to them how the marriage went. Nor about the dangers that await them out there. A world where everyone fears those who are stronger than they are, what they can't control, and so they look for ways to shut it down."

"Well, well... I couldn't tell how the wedding went or about the dangers out there. To be honest, the facts that make up these events outweigh any attempt on my part to recap them. Perhaps because I wasn't there."

The Great Wise Wizard half-opened his eyes to see Heroclades, the formal master of Rey, a tall, imposing, strong and well-muscled fellow, whose body was covered by robes with gold buttons and threads, as well as other golden accessories. Despite having lived a long time, he had carmelite-colored eyes, extremely good-looking face, dark gray hair that reached his shoulder and rested gathered in a braid along with a beard of the same color, which he seemed to take good care of and always keep trimmed.

"Who better than you to tell them about it?" continued the black-skinned old man. "Cheer up! Tell the little ones, they are curious."

The Great Wise Wizard closed the book he held in his hands, narrowed his eyes and flashed a smile in Heroclades' direction, as one who had given a tempting suggestion to fulfill. All the Of-Grecians had something in common: the taste for dissertation on any subject and the search for other people's opinions.