Rey De-Heavens

Chapter 4: The Heaven

Without any other choice, although without letting their guard down or trusting the stranger, the people present started to walk, including the little one who was not noticed by anyone, who also followed the group without separating much.

The footsteps could be heard echoing among the immense barks of the gigantic trunks, which seemed never to end. In the silence of the place, Wulfgang had to speak, for some questions were going around in his head and he could not remain silent. "You seem to have much knowledge of our children. More than we ourselves have. To what is this due?"

The Great Wise Wizard paused. Calmed, he put his hand to his beard as if recalling something in the back of his mind so he could decide to speak:

"Believe it or not, in her previous life, one of the sons she is expecting was known as Leonel. He, along with his two brothers David and Stephen, after the forced confinement of Hades, became known as "The Judge of Hell". He was given the task of separating the souls in sorrow. He let go of the innocent souls that did not serve as food for the demons to use the space with those that could serve the purpose."

Rey turned his head and looked up at Heroclades. He was relating the conversation of the moment to the one they had held previously. The guy with tanned skin and well-groomed beard was lighting up his face with a smile from ear to ear. He was happy because he was still hopeful. "Now everything fits," the little boy said to himself, "perhaps, this is why I remember him making so much emphasis on being my master. But if his enemies become mine too, he will bring me a lot of trouble... especially that Zeus fellow."

Heroclades, he said tactfully:

"The oracle to whom I had turned was not wrong."

No one spoke at the words of the man who wore robes of gold thread, but his comment was not taken well at all by anyone present.

The Great Wise Wizard continued:

"With time and effort, the reforms of hell, by this individual, became more and more noticeable. With the excuse of optimizing the entrance, the retention of those brought in and found guilty, except for Tartarus, the whole place ended up being an impenetrable plane for many gods, with the exception of a few entrance keys that are still out there, like the parchment I gave to Ambrogio. I also have answers to several other questions, come on. Let's not let silence be present on this walk."

Mijan, making use of his intelligence, added:

"Like what?"

"Won't you wonder for what reason," said The Great Magician, "Mr. and Mrs. here are the most persecuted couple of the moment? Regardless of all the trouble they caused in the background, don't you think it's a bit overdramatic that so many individuals were out to get their heads?"

"Because of the prophecies" stated Wulfgang. "I answer as if I know why to follow up with a question: how do you know so much?"

"It's just that I'm someone who appreciates listening and, in this very particular place, no one has secrets. Besides, as I said before, you are not the only ones who made it to the entrance of the circle. The scroll transported everyone who was enveloped in the light."

Heroclades, somewhat disappointed, added:

"What a pity, I thought they had ended up turned to dust. And what are the chances that they will return to meet us?"

"They are minimal, they must go through the lower circles to do so and even if they manage to do so, they also have to find a way to enter a place that is designed to prevent the entrance of the non-chosen... Returning to the subject, as I could hear, the prophecies of those who live outside are not composed of empty words, but by making the comparison with my knowledge, I could reach a conclusion...."