Vengeance of the Returner

Chapter 156: Answers

Gods, the deities who dwell in a domain where mortals cannot reach. They are seen with reverence and claimed as the beings that reign on top of the other existences. What would be their goals? What would be the goals of a god who can literally spectate and live a prosperous life lying on a bed of roses? 

Obviously, it would be to reach the summit where none can rival them. Satisfaction and finding inner happiness are something that saints, sages, gods, or any other higher beings pioneer. Though they've been enlightened they still would thrive to raise high. That is indeed the nature of all living things. It certainly isn't wrong and that's what the beings of Empyrean were trailing. Or there might be an ulterior motive or purpose why they aren't content with their prevailing status.

The goddess of wisdom, Heredia, one of the integrity gods of Empyrean was sitting atop her swan-like golden throne that was made with intricate design gazed at the water pool which showed a scene of a man dragging Angel to a rundown old building that possessed no roof letting the sunlight pierce the area they were standing in.

The goddess was one exceptional beauty. Her orangish pupils were similar to a flame, her long braided shiny red hair that reached the end of the throne. She was a beauty that seemed unrivaled even by the angels that fanned her standing by the side of her throne.

Her body was curvaceous and her skin was slightly in a red tone. As a being different from humans she possessed features different from them. Her long grey cloak and the ornaments gave a unique style. 

She had a gentle smile and intrigued expression on her face as she looked at the angel and the young man.

"Hmm, Yeril has reached Theemai..."

She uttered looking at the angel that was bowing down before her.

"Indeed my Goddess."

The angel said and stood by her side gazing at the pool.

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"I-I need don't think this place might work for the divine communication..."

Yeril said hesitantly.

"Tch, alright..."

Nix said in an annoyed tone.

They were scouting and the first place that came to his mind was the broken building near his clan house it seems she is picky to select a location.

"If you were to converse to the goddess it would be better for you to speak face to face."

"Face to face?" Nix asked with interest.

He had indeed talked to Shayatin, the mother of all evil once in the past but, it was because they made a sacrifice and ritual to create a clan. So it was normal to only hear voices.

"Yes, unlike humans who can only converse in the temple. I can manage to connect your soul with the goddess's chamber."

"Connect my soul huh?"

Now, this raised a slimmer doubt inside him.

"Darling... Don't believe this wretched angel!"

Rosalie said standing outside the entrance of the broken building with a smile.

"Hah, is something like a swimming pool okay?" Nix said to Yeril ignoring Rosalie.

"Uhh? Yes... If it will quiet then it's okay."

"Then let's go back to my clan house."

He said and walked back to his clan house which was further away.

"Tarok, make sure no one enters this floor."

He mentioned after reaching the floor where the swimming pool was located at.

"So what now?"

"I have to pray."

She said and began to draw a few lines, similar to a star inside a circle facing the swimming pool, and placed rosemary, a floor, and a few more things and began to chant inserting her mana into the circle.

Mortals give offerings and do rituals to make a connection to communicate with the gods, though this comes with some risks for civilians or a nonpriest outsider to do since it could cause fatigue and take a toll on their bodies. They are fundamentally a little different from Divine communication.

Divine communications are done by directly connecting one's soul and follow a few rules which are why most fear doing it.

They are ways to communicate gods who dwell on Ether which can be done at ease only by entities that descended or transmigrated from such world. This is also why only angels and Devils can do it. Using them as an agent is another plausible way.

"Goddess Heredia! I Yeril your loyal subordinate seek your permission!"

As she chanted her eyes glimmered in gold and her pupils expanded and wholly covered her eye in gold. 

Nix watched the scene unfazed with his hands crossed against his chest. He was just observing her while Yeril had literally gained her vision of the Castle.

Her holographic image stood before the throne of the goddess.

"Greetings my goddess. I apologize for making the divine connection."

As the goddess said a smile bloomed on Yeril's face.

"I am grateful to hear it, My goddess."

The goddess questioned looking at her eyes.

"No"

She said hanging her down trying to avoid her gaze.

She said with a warm smile.

" "

"Yes..."

She said hesitantly.

"As you command my goddess!"

She said and instantly faded away from the grand hall.

As she fell limp on the floor and her pupils rejuvenated back to how they regularly seem to be.

She grabbed her and gave her a glass of water.

"Do you accept connecting?"

She asked drowsily.

"yeah sure."

He accepted without hesitation since his soul was connected in three ways. IF he was to die in the middle of the connection. He'd get back to the Mid world or Underworld where the remaining Dracoinan's souls were at.

"Get inside the pool."

She said and began to chant.

He just followed her direction and dived into the pool.

"I Yeril seek to work as the medium to Connect!"

As she yelled Nix felt a warmness surging inside him and lost the sense of his environment.

To Rosalie that witnessed the scene seemed like he had gone dead as his body floated on the pool while his eyes lost their color.

The goddess greeted with a smile descending from her throne towards him.

'Youngman? She doesn't seem past her Mid-twenties yet? Well, it's plausible that she might be over a thousand years old.'

He contemplated inwardly while looking at her with a calm expression.

He wasn't surprised by the grandeur environment. He had not pioneered such intricate structural architecture but, at the same time, he was not there to be amazed by such things. So he was distracted by such things and looked straight at her.

"Stop...Heredia, the goddess of wisdom? I may seem imbecile and ignorant from what I am about to speak. So, I am apologizing before hands. But, Are you really the goddess of wisdom?"

He questioned her with a reactionless face.

"Did not do anything against me? You gods summoned me who was living a peaceful life and you would just banish me? Hah, It is Ironic..."

He sighed.

"You human dare speak like that!"

The angel with a sword who stood beside her scowled.

She said turning to the angel and drifted her head back to Nix.

"Rewrote a predicted future? You could have done it by supporting me and directing me in a good direction... I cannot understand. Why me?"

"Fate? Destiny? I have been hearing this every time I sought an answer. I want to know why I am calamity to this world? Can you not send me back?"

She replied bluntly making his heartbeat wildly inducing his temper.

"You cannot send me back? Did you gods not summon us?"

He questioned without showing the anger on his face.

And that question started was the inducer of his suffering.