Crime Pays

The Golden Moon Temple Part 29

The White Room

Part 29


As you enter you see a small white room with no floor, no walls, and no ceiling. It extends out forever this perfectly white room. The only way you have of telling where you are is the distance you are between your allies. The concepts of space and time do not exist here, for there is a figure that is both distant and near. The figure is an angelic looking deva who is waiting patiently.

The deva approaches you all and says, “Congratulations, and thank you all for purifying this divine channel from the evil taint. Don’t do it again.”

There is a long pause as you all wait for the deva to say something else. Everyone is astounded and in a state of shock and awe at the beauty that surrounds the deva and at the cold stern manner in which she said her command. Being in this place leaves the adventurers speechless as they have no will or want to harm this being.

“Simply by the fact of that skull remaining in existence is an abomination to all things divine. That thing stole from us power that is now contained with that orb he calls a skull. That thing has infected this domain with an evil vile nature. Thankfully due to your sacrifice Mr. Sunshine, you have freed Athiisar from that skull’s evil curse. If it were in my hands it would be crushed. My only warning is to not go and further open the divine realms. The divine channels, and the divine nodes are only growing weaker, and the further you force them open, the more danger you cause of them collapsing all together.” The deva says as it looks around the room to see that they the adventurers are still not convinced. “The spellplague was meant to happen. Without that, things would get in, and things would get out. We deva are the door keepers and guardians, and our job is only getting harder. The further you open up these gates, the more likely it is that the divine realms will become contaminated.”

“So we have done something wrong?” Belladonna asked.

“No, my dear. You all have done a wonderful favor, but a little is great, a lot can kill you. I am afraid that we are under attack in the divine realms. There is a war going on, one that has not gone on for ages. Since the divine planes have been cut off it has left all angels, and all devils in Torril forced to fight for themselves on this plane. They have no way to retreat, or call in reinforcements. The same however is taking place in the higher planes, just on a much grander scale. So I am afraid I must return to my royal duties. However, I wish to speak to each of you in private before I leave. Though you have opened up this portal, it is not large enough to cause an angel or devil to penetrate through the guardians. You have instead given hope to all those who thought that we abandoned them. If you wish to continue in helping us, please spread hope to the far away nations that we will return. I must reward you for your kind service, and for willingly giving your life to us Mr. Sunshine.”

“So we can’t open up any more divine nodes? That’s crazy, the world needs you, we need you!” Rhaize said, his emotions getting the best of him, “You aren’t a hero if you think that you can leave us behind because we aren’t as important as your war. What is the purpose to winning on a higher level if there is nothing left on this plane to fight for?”

“Rhaize, the world does not need us or the divine power. The entire domain of Torril will be better off without us, as long as it continues to have faith and hope. The less divine power people have or use, the safer people will be. The war is being waged in the outer planes, and the divine victory is almost assured. If we are to fail in obtaining our holy goals then the war must begin again and be repeated ever since. That is why the divine power should stay remotely connected to Athiisar. For Athiisar can be a beacon for the divine powers to return, once the evil deities have been defeated. There are other forces however that are working against us.” The deva says putting a hand on Rhaize as Rhaize changes his posture completely, “To the West is a group that boastfully call themselves the Deva-Staters and there power has grown too far for us to easily control. They serve figures such as us but who disguise themselves to take our form. They appear to be holy devas but they call out for wicked deeds. The Deva-staters blindly attack and accumulate power and wealth but they don’t understand the consequences of their actions. They have become evil without knowing it. The evil Deva call out for the death of innocent children, and for the divine planes to be ripped open. There is also the effects of the Torchedwood gang, who have been trifling and treading over demons and angels alike. It is absurd how they seem to plow through all things leaving death and discord wherever they go. Don’t worry about Tempo Timone or Partuur, they are being… taken care of.”

“What if we tried closing or sealing the divine planes?” Ares asked.

“Too much one way, too much the other, there must remain balance. In our time will the divine planes rise and shift gradually. We have power to make things occur with grace. You all, no matter how hard you try to be graceful or do things with patience or tact, you seem to tear things apart. It is like opening a puzzle box with a hammer and saw. You are harsh, and hasty, and even when you do the right thing, you do it too hard and too fast. I plead with you, don’t go opening the divine gates. They are closed for a reason.”

They all looked at the deva glowing in brilliance and light. “Thank you for listening, now if you don’t mind I must talk with Mr. Sunshine first. It is of grave importance.”

As the deva said those words Mr. Sunshine and the deva drifted further into the abyss without moving a muscle, simply becoming farther away without leaving the spot that they stood in. By Mr. Sunshine’s perspective everyone else was being pushed away.

As each person in turn was talked to by the Deva and given a gift, they each were evicted from the white room and were brought back into that last room of the tunnel.

After each receiving gifts, they then said their goodbyes, and went on with their lives to do great things.



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