Not being able to contain his excitement, Icas proudly exclaimed, "They're here!"
Behedet, who was still shaken after their almost conflict, nodded solemnly.
One by one, figures began appearing and occupying the chairs that surrounded the large mottled table.
Sitting directly in front of Behedet and to Icas' right, a lone female leisurely rested her arms on the chair's handles.
Her eyes glimmered in the dark aura, replicating the galaxy's ethereal magnificence. She had long black hair that portrayed the exact image of silk. Donning a soft jacket that covered her modestly, she shifted her legs so both her thighs were parallel to each other.
{Alula, Fourth Manifester to the Celestial, Marcellus.}
A cruel, manipulative aura blemished the table. Step. Step. Step. The only figure not to teleport to their destination. The man wore a suit, with a black jacket covering a white button-up long sleeve. Black pants and dress shoes complemented his outfit that was tight and tailored to his exact measurements. With his hands in his pockets, he walked by the members who had already arrived unperturbed. A light groan escaped he sat down in his chair. Thick, black hair rested atop his head, parting down the middle. Common brown eyes, a nicely shaped nose, and a chiseled bone structure gave him a handsome look, one that could attract any woman who met his gaze. Flexing his fingers in and outwards, the figure sighed before looking around. No one dared to look him back in the eyes, except for Icas, of course.
{Semias, Fourth Puppet Master to the Marionettist, Judicis.}
Opposite to Semias, an ethereal divinity enveloped the room. It was like trumpets had played a blessed tune, cleansing the filth and corruption that lies within the members present. An elegant figure descended from the clouds above, gracefully sitting in her chair. She had golden brown hair, indistinguishable from silky flaxen. Her eyes, yellower than the sun, cast a blinding light upon the table. She donned a majestic robe that provided a hint of modesty but remained mesmerizing. A halo and bone-white wings formed on her head and back, respectively. The fairest of skin covered her body, one that any regular civilian would gawk at for the rest of eternity. She placed her fair, maiden-like wrist on the chair handle and smiled.
{Aliyah, Fourth Sanctifier to the Angel, Sylas.}
A tear in the fabric of the sky reverberated through the area. A figure emerged, draped in a red and black robe. She had red, scornful eyes. Her robe covered her body, showing no skin. Serrated black hair fell just above her shoulders. A malicious beauty escaped, one that would enthrall anyone. She donned high cheekbones and revealed a pale, fiendish smile. Crimson eyes with a horrifying slit gazed upon the table. Blood-curdling cries echoed throughout as if admonishing the purification that came from Aliyah, who sat next to her.
{Gararai, Fourth Searer to the Demon, Opheil}
Adjacent to Alula's Gararai's left, a male figure warped, shaking the mottled table fervently. His eyes were deep blue and piercing. He had a bald head, which accentuated his larger-than-average forehead. Slightly parting his lips, a set of jagged, sharp teeth was slowly revealed. His top half was exposed, revealing defined muscles. Large ears and a small nose, his face seemed disproportionate, but still worked. He tailored dark blue pants, with no footwear attached to his feet.
{Cleetus, Fourth Flooder to the Sea-Beast, Esmer.}
Muffled growls and roars slowly made their way to everyone's ears. The ground liquified and splurged, releasing a figure who ascended from the ground. The man spun midair before landing in his seat, directly opposite Semias. Wearing a sleeveless shirt, the man scratched his dark brown pants, causing a three-claw tear. His coarse, brown hair was overgrown and fell past his broad shoulders. Piercing brown eyes located on his face gave the feeling that he could hunt you whenever he wanted. Thick, bushy facial hair covered half of his face. He exchanged glances with Semias, to which the latter smiled softly, and the former growled viciously, his jagged teeth clenching against each other.
{Khaogan, Fourth Lurker to the Beast, Vyseris.}
A grass-green light emanated from the seat next to Khaogan. A figure calmly sat down, placing what looked to be a grimoire on the table in front of her. She wore a deadpan expression, one that wouldn't even bother looking at the eager Semias. Her soft, shoulder-length hair was a shade of light green, curling up at the end near her neck. She wore glasses that rested on the bridge of her fair nose and a brown, pointed hat. Her eyes were hazel, glimmering in the green aura she released. Donning a long, mesmerizing white dress, she adjusted it quickly and focused her gaze on Icas.
{Ilyana, Fourth Scholar to the Elf, Lorquiel.}
Finally, the last figure emerged. Her presence radiated euphony and brilliance. The aura that spread reached every member, including Khaogan. The tear in his pants was miraculously fixed as the magical aura ran past it. However, Khaogan couldn't care less; he was focused on the final member. She had soft brown hair, braided into a long ponytail, with many flowers and ornaments included. She donned a white coat, one that covered her to her knees. Her beautiful blue eyes surveyed the other members, winking at Semias, who reciprocated enthusiastically.
{Telantes, Fourth Healer to the Resurrecter, Merlin.}
All members had arrived, and Icas couldn't hide his excitement. He gave one final look to the man sitting to his left.
The man was dressed in a black robe with a white streak diagonally down the center, a bow and arrow strapped to his back. His features were uncanny yet perfect. Pale skin, black eyes that erased light and life, and hair that perfectly fell on his head, covering his forehead in messy waves. His robe was sleeveless, revealing his unnatural, defined muscles.
{Behedet, Fourth Mourner to the Phantom, Lucius}
Icas surveyed each member. He giggled, "Let the meeting begin!"
"..."
Some members, like Alula, Aliyah, Semias, Behedet, and Telantes, nodded in confirmation. The others however, did not. After Icas noticed not everyone responded to his joyful exclaim, his expression warped into that of a fiend.
He flexed his fingers outward, before slowly closing them into a fist. The 5th level to the Unseen Palace trembled violently, a compression never felt by anyone present. The member's held on to the arms of their chair in agony, whilst Icas watched with a twisted expression.
"If you want mercy, I'll happily give it to you~. All you need to do is..." With a cold, sinister detonation, he whispered.
"Beg."
End of Part 1
Volume 1 will have a total of 4 Parts