Ahuramna

Chapter 2(The Birth)

Sheyammobi read the inscriptions; he understood that it was a temple dedicated to the darkeons. Ancient race of dark gods who once ruled over all of Arilone. They were very evil spirits, who tortured and perished many many arlinians they had tormented Arilone many ages before the Sheam came into power, 

At that time Arilone wasn't Arilone by name. Her name was Ahrem. The dark realm, Ruled by a darkness unlike anyone the world had ever seen, a shapeless dark soul an unspeakable horor, known as Ahiram.

The name ahuramna isn't familiar to any person now. Sheyammobi knows it is the name of the herald of Ahiram, A person who can extend the rule of Ahiram once again in this land. 

He was certain it is the sanctuary of Ahiram destroyed in the last war between gods.

He wanted to leave that place, he saw the entrance had gone, he again tried to go to the other side of the temple but it wasn't there also. 

It was beyond reason, he wished he had his old powers left; it would have nothing for him to get out. 

His powers was fueled by worship and love of devotees and fellow priests

"If we have any powers it's made up by the love we share with each other” he uttered, when the love had been replaced with hatred his powers soon began to deplete. He realized that there is no love for him in this world anymore. He was all alone he couldn't save his wife his young son, everyone he loved had gone before his eyes and he has done nothing.

Even now he isn't able to do. He sat down in the floor, the dazzling effect made by his sudden rescue had gone from his mind a deep grief surrounded him.

But mystery is greater than grief, what is in here? Are the darkeons trying to tell him something?? 

Again the voice spoke “Take your step into the sanctuary" 

There was no other way. After passing the first level He saw the sanctuary, situated on a stone table. He saw a strange light there,  

It was changing its shape and color; it was whirling and shaking like a flame against wind. Slowly, the flame began to change it was taking a humanoid shape. And soon there was a person made from blue flames standing in front of him. 

"Welcome Sheyammobi; high priest of Za" 

It was the voice he heard from the beginning

"Who are you”???? Said Sheyammobi

"You are asking me who I am in my temple?". 

Sheyammobi was taken aback "you..... You are a darkeon???"

He got no answers from the person. 

"Answer me", Yelled sheyammobi,

"Strange you have lost everyone today, you saw your home burned your children die, yet you have no fear of death in your eyes" 

"I have lost too much to be afraid now" He answered in trembling voice he knew he lied to himself; the pain was still inside of him. 

Now answer my question,

'I can say both yes and no to your question as answer'.

"What do you mean??" 

Suddenly that thing laughed, "I am many things Sheyammobi". "I am not one entity, my name is apexis, and I am the combination of all the perished beliefs and powers that ever existed in Arilone. I am the echo of all death cries that old ways give away to a new one".

"Today you saw one by yourself, your pantheon has been finished; the thing which you lived for has gone".

"No my gods haven't been perished" Gods are Immortal.