Capital City of Peshalwa Nation,
"Wow, hey Aher, look at that palace—so grand!"Mihtris's delighted voice echoed through the streets, drawing the eyes of everyone nearby.
People stopped in their tracks. Whispers spread like wildfire. The five figures walking through the city didn't look human—they radiated an unnatural beauty and presence that made hearts tremble. Some felt awe. Others felt fear. All felt small.
These were not mortals.They were the five gods whom Zigeyr had ordered Ked—the black-eyed servant—to awaken.
Mihtris, Goddess of Love, shone like sunlight made flesh. Her long golden hair glimmered with every step, her blue eyes deep enough to drown in. Even the air around her felt soft and fragrant, compelling those nearby to kneel or confess their hearts.
Aher, God of Wind, stood beside her—a towering figure with black hair flowing like a storm cloud. His eyes, dark as a night gale, carried the weight of thunder. His physique made even the strongest soldiers seem frail.
Behind them strode Laldin, Goddess of Fire, her crimson hair flickering like living flame. Yet strangely, the temperature near her dropped—the mark of a divine paradox. The cold of destruction wrapped around her heat like an omen.
Agen, God of Manipulation, smiled as he walked. His brown hair was neatly combed, his orange eyes shimmering with calm intelligence. His presence was disarming—until one looked long enough to realize his smile never changed.
Egdite, God of Lust, moved with feline grace, his skin dark as obsidian, his gaze molten. Wherever he passed, hearts raced uncontrollably. Desire thickened the air like incense, almost choking.
And at the center of them all walked Ked, God of ???. His short hair was colorless, his eyes black voids that swallowed light. Around him, the world seemed… muted, as if he dragged silence with him. To see him was to feel the uncanny unease of standing beside a corpse that shouldn't move.
"Hmph. That palace is nothing compared to our Lord's cosmic citadel," Aher said, frowning. His voice carried like a gust through marble corridors. He hated lingering among mortals. Every passing second felt beneath him.
"Yes, yes, it's beautiful, Mihtris. Heehee..."Egdite's grin widened unnaturally as he stepped closer, eyes gleaming with hunger. Before he could take another step, Laldin moved between them, her fiery hair whipping like blades.
"Stay back, you depraved beast."
Egdite's smile twitched. The bitch always blocked him. Mihtris was weaker, easy prey—but Laldin… she was not to be provoked. Even he, the god of lust, knew the pain of her wrath.
Ked suddenly spoke, voice flat and hollow. "It's time to go. The master calls."
The others fell silent immediately.
Agen walked beside him, his eternal smile tilting slightly. "How's your vessel holding up?"
"Good," Ked replied simply.
"Really? It looks half-rotten. Our lord must've granted you a corpse instead of a body. You could possess another one."
Ked turned his dead eyes toward him. "This vessel is my master's gift. To abandon it would be to defy him."
Agen chuckled softly. "As you wish, old friend."
And together, the five divine figures began walking through the mortal streets—each footstep echoing with the weight of eternity—as they made their way toward the place where their lord awaited.