Symphony of the God
1646 Words
[Evening at the cave, celebrating]
“Reborn!” he said as he looked at the bloodied man.
As he lays his back at the stone throne, powerless, confused, tired, his eyes can’t fathom everything that has happened.
As he looks at his bloodied body.
“What do you want from me?” Amadeus asked with his confusing eyes pacing from each cultist that is either dancing or singing.
“I’m sorry for stressing you, we just want you back, ” The highseer said with a hint of disappointment.
“I will bring the wine, ” he added.
He bowed and walked away from Amadeus.
“Let me assist you,” Mikhail said.
They entered their storage for food and wine.
A while after, the highseer returns with Mikhail bringing with them the reddest wine possible.
“I love this wine, ” he said with his blissful smile.
He prepares a cup for Amadeus.
“Destined knight, have a drink with us, ” Mikhail as he moves his hand to Amadeus’ mouth.
“No!” Amadeus yelled out, it is the first time he protested.
“Is the destined mad?”
“Is he?”
“What should we do?”
“No no no no, ” The highseer calmed the followers.
“Our Destined knight is smart, cunning, and a strategist, ” he said as he looks to Amadeus.
“Therefore, we must first enjoy the wine with him!” he added.
“Highseer? What are you doing?” Mikhail asked.
“Mikhail, sacrifices are made for great things, ” he said as he brings everyone a cup, each one of his proud servants.
With the highseer clenching his wine, he looks to everyone as he smiles full of happiness.
“For the king!” he announced as he drank his wine empty.
“For the king!” everyone else shouted, while they drank their wine.
The cave was filled with joyful voices, cheering as they came together and drank their wine.
“For the king’s return! Come back to us King! Amadeus Galiet Licand! The true king of Grearia!” everyone announced.
It seems like God is speaking with the sound of trumpets and horns that can be heard in the dark skies, with its violin music and thunders that strike the ground. The leaves on the ground are jumping from excitement, the roots are trying to escape from its knot, the branches in the trees are dancing to the music.
“Can you hear that?” The highseer said as he looked in the ceiling listening to the sound of trumpets, and violins that the sky is making.
“Yeah! Haha! everyone is celebrating,” as they dance around the music the sky is bestowing.
“God is happy! He is delighted with us, he will have his king back!”
Amadeus felt like he was in some kind of a dream, his blue eyes circling around inside his pupils as it mixed with black and red. His veins on his head and neck are pumping, his blood is becoming abnormal. Something is happening to him, his dark red eyes are getting dizzy while it is staring into the darkness.
Without being able to see anything, he relies on his ears.
'I don’t think they’re cheering anymore, the loud voices are more like shouting now, what the hell I got myself into' he thought as he tried to look around only to see complete blackness.
'I can smell something is good,' he thought.
As the thunder grows stronger and the music the sky is making, Amadeus's blood continues to pump, his bone starts adjusting, it’s moving, it’s enlarging.
Both of his forearms are starting to grow back, his bone is creating itself through nothing.
As his arms muscles and skin are growing to life, enveloping his bone.
“There it is, you are accepting me, ” a voice in his head.
“What is it, ” he asked.
“It’s what you wanted, your whole life” he firmly replied.
His heart started to beat fast, his legs were enlarging as it slowly grew back.
His body and muscles are growing bigger and broader, his head and neck are stretching violently.
Soon after his skin is starting to evolve with gray fur enveloping his body, his legs and feet grow back as he tries to stand up only to fall on the ground.
He picks himself with his newly generated hands, as he tries to stand up only to feel a sudden creak through all of his bones, as it was stretching and grinding in every way.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh, ” he let out a loud cry as he inhaled wide.
While his foot grinds to the ground as it grows fur and most of his body enveloping with gray fur, and a minimum in his stomach.
His head stretches long; he is becoming a beast, a wolf, screaming in the process, a new werewolf was born tonight.
“This is not what I wanted” his mind as he tries to look at what’s happening, only to see nothing.
“It’s your destiny, Kill them!”
“No!” Amadeus said as he stood up and tried to fight back the voice, clawing what’s in front of him.
'I’m not a beast,' he thought as he lunges around trying to escape the voice.
“Kill them, tear their wicked body, cut them in half," the voice said as he effortlessly followed Amadeus.
“Devour them, AMADEUS! Devour everyone!” the voice yelled.
“I’ll devour you instead, ” he said as he lunges his teeth forward.
“Who do you think you are?” he added, shouting as he growled loudly.
Finally, he can make out a blurry, plain, and slim young man in front of him, trembling as his claws are pointing directly on his face.
“I’m, ” he replied as he shrieks from what he sees inside the cave and the gray beast in front of him.
“I’m Bran, please don’t kill me, ” he yelled out as he ran away.
The cave is filled with quietness, the indications, and the noise of the crowd is gone, the trumpet and the violin sound has left, all that Amadeus can hear and feel is the wind sighing in his bared body.
“Galiet!? What did you do?” a voice of a woman asked.
While he was standing unconsciously, he finally opens his eye, revealing the grave event that has happened.
His broad and well-built naked human body standing in the piles of dead cultists, some were naked, some were robes torn off as well as their body.
One in the ceiling as it slowly falls from a hard pounding, leaving a stain of blood and a part of a body stuck at the ceiling.
Most of the bodies were disturbingly killed, with half of their limbs missing and their crushed bones, and heads.
Everyone is dead except Amadeus who is confused and disoriented. He moves his body to face the woman, revealing a severed head that he is currently clenching strongly by its neck with his hand. The arm that he is currently gnawing with his small fangs.
“No! Santi!” the woman quickly breaks into tears as she runs towards the severed head Amadeus is holding.
“My husband, my love, ” she continuously cries as she caresses the severed head of Santi.
“Why? Why Galiet? Why did you do it?”
She said as she glared at Amadeus.
His eyes are back into calm blue, as he drops the arm he was chewing.
“I don’t know what happened, ” he said as he fell to his knees splattering the blood on the ground. He touched the blood with his palm. It was real, everything he saw was real.
He looked at his hand and began questioning himself.
'What did I do?'
'What this f*cking hands do!' He thought as he yelled out because he knew fully the answer to his question.
[Grisaia, throne room.]
The Queen is sitting on her throne while the advisor is at her side.
“What was that sound, Regis?” she asked.
“It was being studied by Curia, this sound or music was heard three days ago as well as twenty, or twenty-five years ago, ” Regis replied.
The Queen show intrigued as she closes his face to listen more.
“The Grearia Kingdom has a story about it, as it was mainly heard in that kingdom, the people in there named it the Symphony of the God,” he added.
She fixes herself and she is seated properly.
“That’s interesting, I just hope my daughter has reached Grearia by now, ” she said.
She called out her guards to inquire.
“Is my scout back now?” she asked.
A royal guard walked closer as he bowed and answered.
“Your Majesty, he should be back soon, ” he replied.
“Send another one, and here is a message to my daughter, ” she said as she gives a folded paper with the Queen’s insignia.
[Cromwell at his secret torture basement.]
Looking to the man with his leather armor.
“Would you like to stay here, or will you tell me what I wanted to know?” Cromwell said while he clashes his knives together.
With the face of defeat, he started to speak.
“Amadeus men didn’t get to reach Grearia, ” he said.
As his eyes turned big from excitement.
“Lord Kristoff would love this news, ” he said as he laughed menacingly.
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