Please note, this is Book 2 of the DAUGHTERS OF FATE Trilogy. To read Book 1, please visit my profile at MathiasCavanaugh
This book is dedicated to my wife, who thinks that I am wasting my time by writing it, but smiles and pretends that she supports me anyway. I love you, even though you think I'm foolish.
And Earoni took forth a beam of light and made from it a spear so that she might smite those who challenged her. She drew the weapon back and struck down the betrayer, then spoke, "See the fate that those who oppose me shall suffer."
Three Hundred Years Before The Modern Era
Amidst the bleached marble and the golden trim of her palace in the heavens, Earoni presided from upon her throne. The robes of the Greater Goddess, white as ivory, wavered in the gentle breezes of ether that would obey her very words if she so ordered. Her hair was as fiery red as the setting sun and her face stoic, a symbol that had not only been worshipped, but feared by so many over the eons.
To most she was a gleaming representation of compassion; a sign of the triumph and of law and virtue over the chaos and darkness.
However, a disturbance now filled the fibers of her being. Feelings and outward signs of anger and remorse replaced the normal sense of her existence. As the weight of the realization of how close the cosmos came to falling into ruin bore down upon her, so too did Earoni bear down her gaze upon the form of the dark-haired angel cowering before the dais on which her divine seat rested.
The angel's wings shuddered, and the deity heard the repeated faint whimpers and cries from the celestial being as she diligently stared to the floor, averting her eyes from the penetrating stare of the Greater Goddess.
With heaviness, Earoni turned to the companion at her side. He was a tall, bald man-like creature standing with a massive scroll tucked under his arm. His own angelic wings were neatly folded behind him in crisp, clean lines. They were held so tightly to his body that they almost disappeared and appeared as one with his robes. He did not once turn to gaze upon the Greater Goddess, instead continuing to stare straight ahead with a diligent, singular purpose. A soft wave from Earoni's hand signaled it was time for him to begin.
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