Yesir's vision turned elastic as the darkness consumed him.
Then, in just a shut of an eye. The scene took form of a vibrant meadow.
The mist dispersed like the wind acquainting with the luscious greenery peeking with humble flowers.
His heart palpitated. Yesir quickly turned his head to see the mesmerizing figure of a woman. The lady who's face was cloaked in divine light.
He froze. The Goddess had indeed appeared before him after such a long time. His mouth trembled.
Suddenly, he couldn't contain himself from gazing. He quickly casted his gaze onto the grass floor as he clenched both palms.
He gritted his teeth.
"Oh... Great... Child... of God..." He stuttered in a low voice.
"My grandfather... Your most loyal kin, perished before he even had the chance to knew of your return..."
Behind the divine light. Selina was abruptly caught by this revelation.
Yesir brought his whole body down in reverence and added, "Your followers had each met their end one after another..."
He dragged his nails to the dirt, producing a track that gathered to his palm.
"Our years of dedication and effort to foster an organization for your return. All turned to dust at a matter of seconds..."
Selina stood quietly. Her revenge came as a form of consequence in result of their actions.
She had thought of utilizing them and leverage their status as an organization to manipulate their acts into fulfilling her bidding. Building herself and the Tarot Club as an auxiliary organization beneath it until an opportunity arrives where she can finally let the officials handle them altogether.
Achieving justice for her parents and townspeople.
However, to think that the fate she weaved for them which results in the same outcome arrived prematurely.
It was a bit relieving, but for the current situation she's in. It was undeniable that she needs them.
Selina sighed inwardly and willed the world to be her vocal.
"Lift your head", The environment said languidly.
It was calm and soothing. The scenery that came after produced a tranquil environment for Yesir to be relieved.
The roses and tulips mutated into a series of purplish flowers.
The grass blades sprouted a field of inflorescence. They were slumber flowers, serene and sacred.
Yesir felt a gentle cradle of a woman, her voice was melodic and intoxicating that he felt he could sleep into her warmth.
That sensation lasted for a moment. His thoughts returned and recalled his grandfather.
He collected himself to stand up and felt compelled to explain, "My grandfather was an ancient vampire dated all the way from mid-Fourth Epoch. He was the main force and our only communication from the rest of the faction.
"Just this week. Our main force was consumed by darkness that spanned across a cityscape. Another being appeared and I failed to account what occurred next."
Yesir gulped a saliva in fear as he finally said, "I was taken by the very organization that fostered us. The Rose School of Thought."
The Rose School of Thought... That secret organization again... Selina maintained an appropriate image.
"R-Right, the merging of our own organization was by an agreement of a book... Made by one of the prominent members of the Rose School of Thought, a demigod named Klarman", said Yesir with mixed emotions.
"He was also the secret organization's representative during your descent ritual."
Klarman... The Rose School of Thought's representative...
Selina recalled the frazzle haired man clad in black tuxedo. The false townspeople, albeit their members in disguise, had talked about.
Noticing that the man had more to add, she remained silent.
"I was able to retrieve it... Hell, it's not even worth anything anymore... This book had no mystical connections and only contains the accumulated knowledge of the author that which we have already records of", said Yesir in a low raspy voice.
"They used us... Your followers!"
He smiled, his eyes bulged in desperation as both ends of his mouth grinned with twisted thoughts.
"Yes! Use me!" He clamored.
"Use my body as a vessel and descend into the world. Bring forth a devastating judgement toward those foolish being for harming your divine children!"
Selina was startled. ... Huh? A-Are you crazy?
Me? Descend? No way!
She wanted to openly refuse him. She believed that if it wasn't for the divine light coming from her face. The young priest would have seen his goddess deeply displeased.
However, instead of saying anything. Selina noticed that the man was gradually morphing.
...
In the basement of the White Rose Corp. 4th branch, West Borough of Loen Kingdom.
Yesir, who's unconscious form was draped with a dark torn cloak, suddenly began to grow illusory black hairs all throughout his body.
A white spot glowed from his ribcage. The milky bones within trembled, as if they're attempting to construct themselves into another creature.
Camille turned open the door and walked down the short stairwell, carrying the company's guest clothes and the available aids.
She had the chance to reach for an official's agencies just across the district. Yet when she saw that the man had a life-threatening wound from his abdomen, she foolishly abandoned running.
With her hand trembling as she thought of the man's hand pulling the trigger. Camille was wrestling with herself with each step she took.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot! You can run earlier, why bring him clothes and rations now? He's clearly bluffing and right now he's really going to kill you!
She bit her lips, yet she step down regardless.
I-I'll just throw them. Yes! Throw them!
After reaching a step where she can lean down for a peek. Camille arched her body down and glimpsed at the bottom of the stairwell.
Unexpectedly, the man was sleeping soundly.
How weird... Am I that easy going that he just doze off? I-Isn't that a good thing?
With her perceived confidence, she took more steps and reached the cold floor.
Seeing that the man had no reaction. She gulped in apprehension and continued forward.
Without alerting him, she lowered the items she brought and silently inspected the man. Curiosity won and Camille strained for a look at his face.
The view locked her in place.
The man's visage was attractive yet half of it was being consumed by a dense fur of both physical and illusory beast hairs.
Then she noticed that an area of his chest was squirming, especially the point where his ribcage was located.
As if the bones were trying to retract. The man's face contorted gruesomely.
Camille collapsed back, heart racing with fear and horror.
...
Within the vast meadow.
Yesir looked up at the sky. Opened both of his arms and welcomed the changes he was experiencing.
To him, there was absolutely no pain to endure. Only the sweet relief of being in the presence of the goddess they worship.
At that moment, a voice from the pasture resounded, "Lift. Your. Head."
The melodic command halted Yesir's mind from being inflicted. The voice had a hint of disdain to it. It made him withdraw and said in fear, "Y-Yes..."
"You can rest here", the voice spoke once again.
The slumber flowers grew in hordes as they blanketed the meadow, bringing their signature scent that induces serenity to the recipients.
Yesir was forced into sleep.
For an hour. Selina had been standing there as she monitor the man, resting soundly by a foam of flower beds.
The world had changed as well as per her will. The wide infinitely open space was painted with luscious forest, natural trees and rivers.
It was eerily quiet as she had not figured of a way to produce noises unlike her voice.
She waited for ten minutes and with that the man sat upright.
You slept even in a dream... How peculiar... Selina commented inwardly.
Sigh... I'm truly at a lost as to why these people follows the Child of God. Perhaps I should skip the pages and quickly learned of the history of this faction...
"You're awake", said Selina through the mysterious dreamworld.
Yesir widened his eyes and quickly bent on all fours. He stammered in reverence, "G-Great Child of God. Please forgive your follower for drowsing in your presence! Please!"
Selina sighed behind the divine light.
"That is fine", the world replied.
"You were losing control an hour ago. Do you feel better?"
T-The Goddess is asking for my condition... Yesir snapped from his thoughts and quickly answered, "Y-Yes! I'm alright now. Thank you oh Great Child of God!"
Selina did not add a follow-up question. Instead she raised the matter of her honorific name.
"You do not have to address me as the Child of God", her melodic voice from the world sounded gentle.
She lifted her palm while her left stayed by her lower abdomen.
The voice from the world that came after was her real vocal. The Selina who was at the prayer ritual, beseeching her:
"The White Maiden from a distant time;
"The Reborn Daughter of a Mysterious Dreamworld;
"The Beginning and the End of the Extending Vines."
Yesir committed the three lines in mind. But the presence of another voice quickly made him thought. The Child of God had followers outside of the faction?
This wasn't entirely surprising as what his father had told him was that they might not be the only surviving branch of their lineage.
Apart from this. He had also notice that the first line designates the Goddess as 'maiden', which contradicts the existence of her child, the God of Combat.
Reborn signifies the shedding of vice... Yesir lifted his gaze and inquired, "Oh White Maiden, have you become pure once more?"
Pure? Selina was confused for a second before realizing what this young priest was referring to.
Maiden... Right, my identity had been wed to someone before, so it implies that I am no longer a maiden. I failed to consider this... she maintained a 'meaningful' silence toward her believer.
Yesir was faced without a response. He stood under the gaze of a divine being.
In that moment, he extracted the hints and carefully pieced of what was happening. He silently muttered.
Do not test God...
He gulped a mouthful of saliva and chose to abandon the hope for an answer. Instead, he reasoned.
Perhaps the "reborn daughter" was the turning point of her recovering the purity of the body... he nodded to himself.
Having failed to inquire this. Yesir didn't see that was in any less situation compared before. As a matter of fact, the act of bestowing the honorific title directly from the goddess Herself indicates that She was now accepting them into her divine kingdom.
The Goddess. The Queen of Giants. Their Ancient Ancestor who's identity was stolen, finally regained her own self into reality.
Seeing the man kept his thoughts to himself mutter under his breath. Selina waited until it was right to make another task for her followers.
Since she now understand that her faction received a heavy blow that almost wiped their whole members. Her task for them had become much more lineal.
She first willed the world into voicing herself, the one who was praying earlier.
"Ms. White. I wish to know how one prepares a sacrificial ritual", a young, beautiful female voice echoed.
Sacrificial ritual? M-Ms. White? Yesir furrowed his brows, "How insolent! To refer to our Goddess in such a putrid designation! Oh Great White Maiden, please allow me to know her location and give a proper judgement through your will!"
Selina's smile wavered slightly.
"That is trivial", the world calmly and dismissively.
Trivial?
Yesir was baffled yet felt that their connection with the goddess had reached closer.
If this fellow follower referred to Her with a human formality and the goddess Herself thought of it as trivial. Could they perhaps, use this designation as well?
He tested, "By your will Ms. White."
This meant that he understood what the Goddess intends to relay. She desire more followers to foster the faction into an organization and it will all start by responding to her coming believers.
She wanted him to be the proxy of such bestowals. Yesir could not have been more obligated to comply.
By then, he had recalled his grandfather. The body laid in coffin poured out mysterious black tar liquids and the building up above engulfed in darkness.
This betrayal would be served back to them, some time in the future.
He raised an arm, strike his abdomen and bowed.