In the foggy area, the two usual individuals remained, one sat on the golden throne, while the other stood to His side, ready for orders.
The surroundings were made out of nothingness. Though it seemed like the "walls" were made of thick fog, the Monarch of gold knew better than that.
Maybe there really lay something beyond the fog, but He could not know at the moment, as the environment was specifically made to grow Him weaker.
The Sun God was watching the world floating in his hands. He observed, particularly a specific location, in the deepest parts of what He understood to be the Praussurian Empire.
It was a wall in a cave, a cave with seemingly nothing special to it. But if one went to explore deeper into the cave, they would come to find carvings, which represented something that Solatin was unable to understand.
As I thought, I am no match for my friend in this domain.
It was to be expected. He, who is the God of Theatre, will obviously be more appropriate for a task such as analyzing art than myself, the Sun God. It would have been a great disappointment if otherwise.
As Solatin continued to try observing the cave and its carvings, a sudden sense of drowsiness came out of thin air and invaded His body.
The Sun God's eyes grew heavy, and the space around Him seemed to warp in His vision. The androgynous figure to His side also seemed to have fallen asleep, even faster than Himself, as She had already fallen to the ground in a rather awkward position.
An angel such as Longel was indeed nothing compared to a being such as Solatin.
The desire to sleep was powerful, but at the current rate, Solatin would never fall asleep, only enduring this fatigue. A God should have no trouble dealing with the mere desire to fall asleep.
As the minutes went by, the Sun God started to think about the current situation, trying to find a reason why He had this growing sense of fatigue.
A curse?
No, a curse wouldn't act as rapidly as now. This is simply a higher level of basic magic, but who could possibly benefit from this?
Even in the current state, Solatin had full possession of His thoughts. It seemed the spell only augmented His desire to sleep, but did not affect His mental capacities.
Longel, lacking the defense of the Sun God, was more quickly affected by such magic, as there was a clear gap between their body's composition.
At this rate
After a long time of thinking, Solatin made a bold choice.
Unable to notice any reason for the use of such a spell, Solatin concluded that the user did not mean harm to the Sun God, but used it for another reason, hence why He decided to fall into the desired slumber.
Solatin's face expressed a smile of confidence as the God's body seemed to fall asleep.
"Sure, let us play thy game, just for fun."
The Sun God finally fell asleep on His throne.
"…"
A man in a splendid black attire with a large red cloak marked with golden patterns on it, walked up the stairs with utmost confidence.
The crimson cloak waved in the slight breeze, almost like a flag.
Beneath the tall staircase lay an entire population of people, all coming from different backgrounds and societies.
The stairs lead to a grand monument of pure white color, adorned with flags and banners of the new nation.
All of the nation sang praises to the new ruler, a young man with dark hair reaching his shoulders and a magnificent pair of turquoise eyes. His face would make even the most beautiful of men jealous of his beauty, and they all stood on a tall and athletic figure.
The young emperor's eyes were set on the golden throne that stood in front of the white staircase.
He eyed the people beneath him and smiled at them with pride. He had waited all of his life for this moment, and now he could finally do it.
As he continued to march forward, slowly, on the throne, a figure with long golden hair and a pair of eyes that were equally as golden appeared out of thin air.
The man had an air of pride and confidence, rivaling the young man with the raven hair.
His face was masculine, but it did not make it less beautiful to observe. He wore a white uniform, accompanied by a white cloak over His shoulder.
The man was of an entirely different dimension than the ones under the stairs. For the ones who stood on the ground, it truly seemed that both men were of upper status, even though they had never met the golden-haired man; they could quickly place Him as an equal of the new emperor, as they all immediately recognized the man.
But for those who stood at this level, they could quickly understand that the two men on the upper stage were not of the same rank at all.
Finally, the man in the red cloak reached the throne and stood before the man with the white cloak.
The mysterious man began to talk loud enough for everyone in the entire universe to hear.
"I, Solatin, Sun God of the Fourth Heaven, proclaim thee, Arsene Lividan, prophet of the Sun God, as emperor of the nation of Livania."
The crowd of people began to enter a state of euphoria, all applauding and cheering for the new declaration of emperorship.
Arsene lowered his head slightly, like a bow to the Sun God.
Solatin conjured a golden crown out of thin air and laid it on the head of His prophet, showing the power of His majesty, the Sun God.
As custom wanted it, the young man took out his sword from its scabbard.
"Dost thee promise to serve the people of this nation with thy body, heart, and soul?"
"I promise it."
"Dost thee promise to grant the people of this nation prosperity and glory?"
"I promise it."
"Dost thee promise to serve the words of the truth, the words of thy God, and lead thy nation to victory?"
"I fear I cannot promise it."
"Wha—"
Suddenly, a sword pierced through the body of the Sun God, coming out the other side of His body.
Blood poured out from the hole in His stomach and tainted the silver sword with a red color all the way to the white floor, creating an immense pool of blood underneath them.
"I fear I cannot promise to obey your words, "majesty"." Arsene laughed madly, still holding the sword all the way through Solatin's body.
Solatin tried to grab the sword and push it out, but the sword wouldn't budge.
For the first time in His life, Solatin started to fear death.
"Why would I bother to follow such an arrogant and prideful being, when I can make the decisions all by myself. Anyway, who do you think these people would believe, the emperor who sacrificed everything for the nation, or an unknown God who represents destruction and death?"
Solatin sensed the sword starting to retract from His abdomen, as He suddenly noticed the spell His prophet had used.
"An… illusion… spell?"
Why?
Arsene erupted into laughter once again. This time, Solatin truly understood the nature of the human in front of Him, the one He had spent countless years with.
"Was it… all… an act?" Solatin struggled to talk in the position He was in.
"Was it all an act? Of course it was! Why would my majestic self listen to a God of destruction such as yourself? The Sun God, heh, what a f*cking joke!"
"Would an actual Sun God truly be pierced by my sword right now? Would a true Sun God be unable to keep anything from dying to His touch? Would a true Sun God be unable to have at least a bit of f*cking compassion for others?"
Solatin's eyes expressed fear for the first time.
"Oh, are you scared? Hahahahaha! Looks like you experienced your first emotion. You who always bragged about wanting to understand people, after more than 200 million years of life, have finally experienced fear!"
No, this wasn't the same man Solatin had spent all those years with, or was he?
Perhaps it was indeed all an act; Arsene had never really served the Sun God and was actually despising Him.
Or did power corrupt him so much without Him noticing?
"Finally, I can rule this nation! Oh, how I wished since birth to rule the nation; my father and mother would be so proud! I hope they can observe me from where they are now, so they can see how much I accomplished with this little sacrifice."
What?
Didn't his parents die in war?
"Oh, I guess you still think my parents died like this, but it is all a lie."
"I had to kill them, you know? They were too much of an obstacle back then. Nowadays, maybe I could make it with them, but the younger me had no choice but to murder them. Luckily, my father had fallen sick, and my mother was pregnant with my sibling. It was quite easy to kill Father in his bed; he did not even notice it. Mother was harder. I felt quite bad about killing my own brother, and the screams and pleas of my mother caused me a bit of a headache, but she was so weak that it only took me a single thrust for her to perish."
Solatin wanted to vomit blood from the things He was hearing.
How could someone be so…
Evil.
There were no words to describe the man in front of him.
The sword was finally fully retracted from His body, causing Him to fall to the ground.
"Funnily enough, my brother did die in the war. I was not sure I would've been able to kill a trained knight of the empire if he came back alive. It seems like luck was on my side this time."
Arsene sat on the throne instead of the Sun God and observed the people who had no idea of what was actually happening on the stage.
He laughed like a madman.
"You said this was all a game to you. Well, it is also a game for me. I suppose you won't die from a simple sword, right? Or are my powers of order too strong for you? Haha!"
"Fuck… you."
He chuckled.
"Finally, you stop speaking like one of those f*cking aristocrats. Well, you're close to the end, I think. The play is finally over, like your friend would say, right?"
He took a more serious attitude and continued.
"I don't know how the timeline works here, but if I am correct, once I die, I should become a devil. If this does indeed happen, and I arise to the Fourth Heaven, I hope you will bear no grudge towards this prophet of yours."
He smiled.
"But for now, this is the end for you, Solatin."
Solatin sensed His body starting to fade in the air.
Solatin, close to death, observed something even He was doubting.
Arsene expressed a smile, one that looked genuine this time around. Not one of the fake ones, He was famous for.
"Better luck next time!"