When Asshole Meets God

Path To Divinity

Brimming light across everything, shined through all aspects of existence. Colorful blooming flowers flowed the whole ground, lovable scent brewing along the wind. Majestic water falling from a gigantic mountain of red rock into an endless horizon, a glowing waterfall around a world of infinite void. Glittering buildings of houses and offices, stationed for every good and well-mannered souls. Sound of harmonic music, song of hope and peace. Filled with simplicity and freedom of loving expansion, the place is called Paradis. Also known as the Land of Gods.

Watching its fabulous view from the highest building, Turris, it was truly a place to be desired in living at. Turris, a holistic tower situated at the center of Paradis, served as the lookout post for the Five Lands that were connected to it. Paradis at the middle, Yuta at the north, Tiqsimuyu at the south, Vagevuur at the west, and Jahanama at the east. Connecting toward each other was the Circuits of Natural Order.

It was not a busy day for Paradis, in fact, everyday was always a free day. As the Land of Gods stood, it was a peaceful place for all the beings living in it. Among them enjoying the moment was this beautiful, calm, soft-spoken, and kind-hearted young Semideus lady named Alma. 

Semideus, was a race living in a portion of Paradis situated from the whole west to the south. Their homeland was called Stad van Semideus.

Enjoying her walk inside the Turris, Alma was having a good time for roaming around the first floor. A posture of godly grace, strolling like a fairy, relaxed as she moved to a huge hall, known as the Hall of Statues, wearing an all white long-sleeved dress. Captivated by what she saw, held her hands together and prayed to these made of gold bodies in the image of Gods.

"May your blessings and divine knowledge will be brought to Paradis and the Five Lands," she said herself, carrying a full pledge of genuine hope in her heart. "And set forth peace to every species connected to this very tower," she added, gracefully ended her wishes.

Slowly approaching her, a man wearing a black robe held his hands on his back. "What are you praying for?" He asked, stopping a few feet away from her.

With an expression of happiness joyed over her face, Alma saw a familiar face. "Vadovas!" She shouted in a soft, calm tone. Offering a hug to him, she happily graced her arms around his body. "It's been a long time," she added, warmly pinning her head on his small-flat chest.

Vadovas, a Semideus like Alma, was her first cousin. When they were young, they were living in the same household. Growing together with the same wisdom, belief, culture, and family upbringing was truly remarkable for these two people. As for Vadovas, he was taking the path of what he wanted to be. Before reaching that part, he first became a Prestur.

In Paradis, the Presturs were holy people. They gave guidance, wisdom, knowledge, healing, and hope to all the people that they would meet. Being a Prestur was the first step to become a God. One hundred years of service was the requirement before taking the next test. This was the thirtieth year of Vadovas as a Prestur. He still had seventy years left until he reach the second step.

Becoming a God was the first and foremost goal for both Alma and Vadovas. Unfortunately for Alma, she was left behind by her cousin.

After a long sweet hug from two cousins, they broke out of it looking closely to each other.

"The last time I saw you was around forty years ago," Vadovas said, realizing Alma didn't change. "You look exactly the same," he added.

With a soft smirk Alma replied, "You too. The same way as you were back then." 

"So, how's Stad Van Semideus? I haven't got a chance to get home yet. Since I became a Prestur," Vadovas said, reminiscing his childhood life and the place where he enjoyed living in.