THE ARCHAIC SKY

THE PROLOGUE: THE STJARNAHERRA

Notes from a self-proclaimed prophet

Empyrea

A heavenly lord and The abode of the gods of this world. Their domain, where they sit and watch over the mortals of this realm. Where they fulfill their duties and uphold their divine principles under the watchful eye of Baal, the primordial spirit forever holding the title of prince of gods.

I am merely a scion of the heavenly lord and abode, my thoughts, my feelings, and my actions are for and by her. but even i... no, I truly do believe that the fallen harbinger shall save us all from him, the ones above, and from The One.

The heavenly, paradisal Yuguang was an unreachable mountain.

spiraling summits towered above the east sea.

tall blue cliffs, dancing sage grass, rustling yellow leaves.

Qilins gaze above those blue cliffs.

cultivating foxes roll on the sage grass.

phoenixes sing among those yellow leaves.

Among them was the marshal of the central altar, granddaughter of the jade sage.

smoke pipe in hand, gentle breeze through her silver hair, she was the oldest celestial lord.

borne many responsibilities, she prided herself in being the greatest deity.

able to seal the nine-headed god of the vortex, destroy the overlord of salt and befriend the deity of dust.

she was the heavenly lord of commerce and order, yet her lands were not in order.

instead, she stared out across the sea, slightly but barely jealous of the god of eternity.

so serene, so lofty and so very close with the heavenly principles.

"why do you have something I don't?"

the lesser lord of nightly depts scoffed, "come now, your fight is with me and not her"

"and yet you're having tea with me,"

the tall, radiant Mahameru was an unmoving mountain.

jagged cold stone peaks, the wooden bridge above tiered waterfalls, and fiery leaved trees.

Xiezhi stood on those stone peaks.

Pixiu bathed under those waterfalls.

lingzhi thrived on the branches of those trees.

lilypads and lotuses floated above the brilliant teal pond.

Away from the verdant shrubs and moonstone slabs, was the marshal of the eight covert canopies.

of the thirteen demon gods, the archon of Vaisravana was the wealthiest.

the lord of nature was the prettiest and sitting behind him.

the paddy field nymph who held the largest empire in this world.

"you've made a mistake" the lord of freedom laughed goadingly "you overestimated that bard."

the lord of war was surprised at how his dear friend teased him and his enemy laughed.

"Hm, or perhaps she is better of under an immortal eye rather than a drunk one"

his least favorite deity, the lord of wind and glory, the youngest was standing beside him.

the petite Beastmen who was able to destroy his armies before he took the principle of war.

she clapped as she giggled. "don't worry, I doubt her grip on the girl is immortal too"

The towering, daunting Wyvernspire was a frigid cold mountain.

warm golden plains, breezy silver grass marsh, sunlit jade shoal,

tigers peeked out into the golden plains.

plowing oxen bathed in the silver grass marsh.

Blue dragons played in the jade shoal.

Empyrea had islands and palaces that overlooked everything the light touches.

tortoise palaces, tiger cities, dragon mountains, bird springs sprawled the skies.

there, the Adepti, yakshas, deities, gods, perfected lords, sovereign lords, and sustainers, lived.

nearly peacefully, but not just yet, each hoping to reach a higher understanding.

there are only three mountains that graze the bottom-most clouds of the heavens.

all three were nearly unimaginable to climb for a mortal.

but for a god, it was an easy feat, which was what the great admiral of the grazing peaks did.

beside him of course was his close neighboring celestial, the general of immortal wines.

"Lune sang that you lost the precious sinner," the frigid snow deity remarked.

remembering the lyrics made by Njǫror and sung by the deity of reason

"Come now, she's out of my hands" replied the celebration lord

"And just when the fate of this drowning world fell on her as well"