"HELPPPPPPP!"
Within the waters, Julien saw so common folks running and screaming for their lives.
Demonic monsters prowled behind and threatened to tear the people into pieces.
Jackie and Alia watched from the sides.
Alia frowned as a few seconds passed. She felt sothing off.
Julien, who was staring at the running people, found them to have stopped.
The monsters stopped too.
All the figures slowly turned to look at Julien, and the sight made his hair stand on their ends.
"Help us…" the faces of all the figures twisted and a hand erged from within, instantly pulling Julien into it.
"Master!" Alia and Jackie cried out.
They ran towards the puddle and put their hands inside, only to et with a splashing sound as their hands hit the water.
"Master, noooo!" Jackie repeatedly thrashed her hands, hoping it would send her to Julien.
Alia did the sa thing and while the two were busy with this, inside another dinsion, Julien descended on a stony street.
The sky was split in light and dark.
The realm consisted of a faint golden hue, and surrounding him were humans and demons alike.
He was standing in a square in front of a mighty cathedral.
The top of the cathedral had the inscriptions of a broken sword with wings. One of the wings was half torn, and it seed ominous.
’Am I in the trial?’ Julien wondered.
He did nothing and stood watching.
The demons screeched and leaped at the humans, ignoring Julien.
As the humans scread and died, the scene changed.
Julien was in the sky as he watched a kingdom burn to ashes.
He could vividly see the people running and screaming as their ho got invaded by demons.
The scene changed again after a few seconds.
Julien now found himself seated in a King’s Court.
"Your Majesty, we are outnumbered. We have to use underhanded ans or we will lose this war." An official advised the King.
"Our neighboring kingdoms don’t falter from using those ans and even our enemies are indulging in such. They’ve used a lot of dirty tactics to assassinate our important nobles. We need to retaliate."
"No." The king shook his head. He leaned forwards, resting his hands on his sword’s hilt, and continued, "We are a class of warriors. We will fight with honor and die with honor. There is no glory that is worth basking in if it isn’t achieved honorably."
The scene then changed.
Julien saw the king kneeling before a few tombstones in a graveyard, his expression serious and somber.
"I will find your killers, my dearest wife, son, daughter."
The scene changed again.
The king was now standing in a small hut in a small village.
An elderly woman was sleeping in a corner, and in the other, a man was kneeling and begging for rcy.
"I-…I did not do it because I wanted to. I had no other choice. Nobody was giving a job and I desperately needed money for my mother’s treatnt. I found a group of people wanting to hire an assassin and took up their offer. Please spare , I still have to take care of my mother."
The king had a complicated expression on his face.
He had the ability to cut this man right here and now, but did not do so.
Instead, he hired the man to be his bodyguard.
Days passed, and the king had accidentally had a few innocent people die in a clash between him and his enemies.
After the war was over, he went to the families of the victims and offered them remuneration. If that wasn’t enough, he gave them a chance to duel and defeat him fair and square for killing their family mbers.
The scene changed again.
The king was in a cathedral, praying to an altar of a sword attached with wings.
"I vow to be honorable and make an oath to…"
The man made an oath and seeked blessings from the divine for starting a fresh chapter in his life.
As he was young, he remarried and started a new family.
When his kids grew up to be teenagers, the succession to throne started in its early stages.
The king experienced familial love, but as the ti for his kids to inherit his throne was getting nearby, the officials around him began plotting against him.
They wanted to have the kingdom for themselves, and there were quite a few with such a ntality.
The king was powerful and they did not attack him. Instead, they fiercely made the people of this nation go against him and his family.
The public had co across scandals of the king and his family. They were all made up, but they did not know that.
This caused an outrage and the public called the king’s wife a slut, offered her money to sleep with them, and in general insulted and humiliated her to no end.
The wife committed suicide.
The kids fell into despair, and the king finally snapped.
He had vowed to protect his kingdom and swore to honor the kingdom and its people before himself.
But they did such a thing to him.
He was very angry, and in his rage, killed them all, breaking the oath.
He could’ve found the n who spread these rumors, but he was too furious.
When the oath broke, the scene changed again.
Julien found himself standing in the cathedral.
In front was the king, kneeling, and in place of the altar was now an angel with its wings spread wide open.
There were a group of survivors surrounding the king, demanding justice from the angel. Their whole family had been killed and they were the innocent ones who had never slandered the king’s wife.
"God, you must do justice." The survivors stated.
"I broke my oath. I must be punished." The king stated.
The God of Honor and Glory watched the scene unfold.
No decisions were made here. The scene instead changed, and Julien found himself standing in front of a kneeling crowd and king.
"God, you must do justice."
"I broke my oath. I must be punished." The king stated.
Julien was now in the scene.
When he looked around to see his hands, they did not seem to be his. Even the clothes on his body weren’t the sa.
’Have I temporarily beco the god?’
"God, you must do justice."
"I broke my oath. I must be punished." The lines repeated themselves again and again.
It was as if the scene was waiting for Julien’s input.
After a while of watching the sa scene go on and on in a loop, Julien finally decided to say sothing.
"No. I will not punish him."
He did not think the king had done anything wrong and said what he felt was right.
At this mont, the altar had golden cracks on it, and soon, it exploded with a massive boom.
A figure appeared in its place.
It was an angel with a broken wing and long hair shrouding its face. It was looking down at its feet where the broken wing lay.
"Dishonorable."
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