They call me a joke, they call me a disgrace to divinity. So I gooned hard on them until they realize I am force to be reckoned with.
Bad news, that didn't turn out as I expected. As my hands and legs are now chained up, sealed inside a cube forged from the hands of Celestial Innovation.
No one would find where the cube was hidden, since they were adamant about keeping me out of every Mortals business.
And so, as time passed unknowingly. I stayed cooped up in this prison, trapped for who knows how long. The reason why I even decided to go against other Celestials, was because another deity wanted to overthrow the ruling Celestial.
I joined his side of course, purely to hopefully destroy the system that puts us lower Celestials into mercy as we rely on Mortals belief to stay alive.
I was one of the destructive Celestials that wrecked a ton of havoc across the planet Ulthamrix.
A planet ruled by two enemy Celestials: Order and Innovation.
The rebellious leader of our group assigned me to this planet, hoping to take over and gain advantage. How did I get sealed? Well take a look for yourself..
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Time seems to go fast, many years since the war started to hopefully lead to a successful campaign of equality against the Petty High Celestials.
The Lord of Goons, Aronesis. Picked his way through the corpses mixed with human blood and Ulthamors. Red and Gold, mixed like a wonderful paint on a blank canvas on these green forsaken plains.
He became a Celestial after dying from his previous life, offered to him by a mysterious being that claimed to reincarnate him. So, he chose to be something above mortals since he wanted to rule above presidents that doomed other unfortunate souls because of their greed and corruption.
The only downside from that choice, was that he specifically didn't mention what he wanted to be. So, automatically he was born as a Celestial that made other Celestials despise or afraid of him.
He barely could remember that time now. Even if he was a Celestial, his memories were foggy. As if something was blocking him from remembering them.
He strode up a hill, where a tent was made for others to gather. He heard Order was here, and now that he won this battle and his army advancing to the capital of Vansia, it was only a matter of time to make this Celestial submit to his rebellious leader's side.
"Ah, I should've expected you would know I was here."
Aronesis strode in, his form was a human one, wearing robes in brown outfit that paired with yellow. His eyes were simple, brown with the blackness in the middle as he looked at the beautiful person across the table.
Her face was covered with a mask, lips drawn thin and eyes closed. Her long golden hair extended to her shoulders as her robes matched perfectly with her sense of fashion.
"You're not really good at hiding, Order." He said taking a seat, his other hand which was holding a scepter. Placed it to the side.
"Maybe I just wanted you to know where I was." She chuckled, a golden light illuminated her mask coming from her candle on the table, "So now what, Aron." She said, leaning back as her casual demeanor faded.
She was one of the few people that actually used his name, instead of his title.
"Well, I'm sure you've heard," he said, "we don't want to shed more blood. We just want the higher Celestials to see our worth, and I particularly wanted you to join us. Don't you dislike it? The whole system against Lower Celestials?" He gestured.
"This whole protest of your group isn't exactly convincing, Aron." She sighed, "Two Higher Celestials, dead. Chaos is spreading across the Universe, and I bet his probably enjoying this. I don't plan to join a bunch of violent 'protestors'."
He clenched his jaw.
"Violence is the result of their inaction. We've suffered more than two dead Celestials from your rank, hundreds! Gone."
"And because of your violence, more of you will fade out of existence." She bit back, her voice then becoming soft, "can't you just... join me instead? I've had a campaign like this too, but no violence needed, just peace talks with the ruling Celestials. We could save more lives, Aron. mortals and Celestials alike."
He looked away, "I... Unfortunately... have to turn it down. My friends, in lower ranks, need this. Sure, you have a peaceful way, but it'll take longer. They'll all be gone by then."
He turned back to her. He could sense it from her, the disappointment, the loss of something, and painful. Why?
"Aron... I really didn't want to do this. I've loved you."
He raised a brow, now what was that all of a su—
Chains sprouted from the ground, wrapping to his wrists as more appeared and coiled around his legs. He tried to yank them off, but the chains only glowed brighter in light.
It was Innovation.
A slender figure made her way into the tent, he heard her mutter unknown spells. He heard reports from his spies that Innovation was making something, but didn't know what it was and expected a large machine or something. He did not realize she was making a prison for him.
"What is this?!" He demanded, his power. Was being sucked into the chains, like an infinity. Despite his overwhelming power as the Celestial of Goons, it did nothing to break off.
"Celestial Goons, Aronesis." She spat, she was behind him, "you will suffer an eternity in my special prison for rebelling against the High Court of Divinity."
The ground beneath him began to glow in a square, and soon, walls rose around him slowly shrinking him along with it as he looked terrified. He should've been more careful, he looked for help towards Order.
She was looking away, afraid to see her beloved being chained as it pained her much. And as his vision was obstructed with the strange walls, so did his mind and powers.
"Well done, Liana." Innovation said, "I thought he wouldn't ever walk up here, worse detect it."
Order looked at the small cube in her hand, Innovation had managed to make a prison that would seal Lower Celestials and prevent their influence and powers from reaching across the Universe.
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
"We had a history, it was unlikely he wasn't going to come."
Innovation shrugged, then toppled the scepter to the side with a kick and sat down to his seat.
"You did what was best... We won't have to suffer anymore. And I'll be making more of these to capture those traitors."