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Chapter Fourteen

"I have forgiven the devil!"

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The commonly known gift of prophecy was tightly restricted and could only be found in church personnel of a certain level, the gift itself was extremely rare but after years of experimentation, the church had found a way to replicate that gift, an inferior version.

A true prophet had not appeared in a millennial.

So why did one suddenly appear?

Three figures watched the large oblong pool filled to the brim with an unidentifiable black liquid. In the pool could be seen, the reflection of the stars despite the fact it was broad daylight.

One figure stretched out their delicate hand to point at a certain star that seemed to take over a corner of the pool. It shone so brightly with a light blue tint that they had to take note of it.

"Prepare the gifts! A prophet is born!"

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Raymond looked at his sister's glazed over eyes and couldn't help but be alarmed by the trembling of her fingers.

"Are you feeling ok?" He asked with no reaction from her. She just kept shaking and her fingertips seemed to radiate light.

"Close the curtains!" Raymond snapped at Grey with a sense of urgency.

Grey did as he was told despite all the questions in his head as he still feared the prince. The two together pulled the thick curtains and Grey was drawn to the unexpected source of light coming from the princess's hands.

A beautiful wooden staff formed in her hand, it glowed dimly in the dark with beautiful writing inscribed into the dark, luscious wood.

It was in Greek.

Raymond glanced at it but then at his little sister, "will you translate it?"

"Ο Θεός δεν είναι άνθρωπος, ότι πρέπει να ψεύδεται. ούτε ο γιος του ανθρώπου, ότι θα πρέπει να μετανοήσει · έχει πει, και δεν θα το κάνει; ή μήπως μίλησε, και δεν θα το κάνει καλό;"

"God is not a man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent: hath he said, and shall he not do it? or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?"

Raymond's eye stared at hers with complicated emotions.

"You're a prophet?" He said so with such uncertainty that she wasn't sure how to respond to him.

"What's a prophet?"

"You're a prophet... That explains it..."

Grey was the only one who seemed to be speechless, his tutor had said that the prophet hadn't appeared in a millennial!

"Earle... You're a prophet!?"

For the rest of the journey Raymond occupied himself with his own thoughts, Earle had managed to make the staff disappear and reappear at will, she collected the much information she could from Grey and came to realize this world didn't have much information on prophets.

The little they new corresponded with the stories of her past life of prophets from Abrahamic Religions.

And again she was forced to realize that she recognized the writing on the staff, but yet there was some ambiguity to it like she didn't fully know what it meant apart from the obvious.

But this revelation revealed another problem, she had to face the reality that this world had a God, a God that liked to interfere with human history, and the thought terrified her.

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The royal party was welcomed by the king who sat on the throne which quickly caught her eyes.

This throne looked like a weird velvet armchair with lavish gold designs that wrapped around the legs of the chair. Protruding from the arms of the chair were human hands that were fitted on to the king's arm like they were pulling him into the chair.

Lots of human hands were also protruding from the back of the chair and fitted ok his shoulders.

Such a powerful representation of bondage...

She reminded herself to ask Grey about the origins of the throne, her eyes wandered from the throne to the crown prince who was staring back at her. She blushed slightly while she obediently stood behind her older brother, standing slightly behind him as she was taught.

She was well aware of the mentality behind it, the sons of royal families always stood in front of the daughters, her country was liberal compared to other countries such as the Nieve kingdom where women couldn't speak in the presence of the king.

It was a wake-up call when one of the servant girls were brutally beaten for staring at one of the Nobel male children at her 5th birthday party.

She tolerated it and obeyed but has decided to not accept such blatant sexism. She had managed to avoid a lot of this as she was born a princess, she was lucky.

The king was quick to speak, her cold eyes not moving from her older brother's face who's every manner showed his stand.

"The prince of the Mythikós! Welcome to my humble Kingdom!"

"No need to exchange pleasantries, your honor, I am here on behalf of the Romania Church!"

To kill the witch!

A/N: I've been listening to an ungodly amount of witch hunt podcasts for you guys, let's just pray that I can pull it off.