A woman with short brown hair and dagger ears sat on the divine throne, exquisitely dressed in stars and planets.
To say that she was beautiful would be such a gross understatement... This woman was the pinnacle of divine beauty.
Next to her was a dark shadow resembling a man, kneeling by her right side.
She snapped her fingers and a woman with her exact features formed in front of her.
"what... What's going on...!" The woman's eyes opened and she felt the presence of the Holy Mother.
"Mother Arioch! Please forgive me." The woman that looked exactly like her bowed her head to the astral ground.
"Be still child. I have a task for you... my sweet angel."
"Anything! It would be my honor!"
"Someone, or something is messing with the flow of souls down there. So many lives are being lost every single day yet barely half the amount reaches me. Go and investigate, then deal with it in any matter you see fit."
"Yes Mother Arioch! What shall be my name?"
"Use mine. I created you in my image after all."
"Thank you Mother Arioch!"
"Go now and find the glitch in my system..."
With a wave of her hand, the woman that looked just like her was clothed and sent away to the large planet with only a single continent that she called Milekhamah.
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World Without Song
FantasyA dark and grim tale centered around the life of Yhidawach, a young knight in service to the Empire in a world consumed by an endless war.
