The Mortal King

Prologue

In this hall, this large empty room with a roof extending to the stars and the ground below us is seemingly none-existent. Falling from this levitated plateau means falling into that abyss. And they... they were there, sitting in a circle... the immortals. Rouk, the first beast, sat on his chair with his fine brown tuxedo complimenting his human form's muscular features. His knife dangled from his necklace, that primitive shaped rocky knife. To his left was Iulia, the goddess of chaos, crossing one leg over the other in her smooth red cut dress insinuating her legs. Her knife that was shaped like a needle being used as an ornament for her hair. To her left was Seneca, the last of the unborn wraiths, with his black attire grooming over his slim physique. He had his knife as the handle of his cane that he kept beside him. To his left was Septima, the knight of the ancient kings, wearing a full-body armor covering most of her body except for her head. Her knife was holstered in her belt like a sword. And a chair was left empty, the chair of Adalwin, the keeper of the first soul. None of them were using their true forms; I doubt even this structure can handle that. They were all staring at the middle where he stood, where I stood. Gerald, the mortal human.

"Now how did a human like you get his hands on an immortal's knife? And the keeper's no less" asked Rouk sounding intimidating and slightly confused. A silence followed. I took a deep breath, let out a smile and said.

"Simple." I took out the fifth knife from my pocket "I killed him. Now as to how I did it... well. Ill leave that answer to the highest bidder"