A woman clad in a silver hooded garment, with a veil made of chain hanging from her nose down, walked toward a huge door manned by two summoners.
The summons of these summoners were huge giants that had little flesh. They were almost bones; even their ribcages were almost jutting out of their flesh.
Standing at impressive heights of nearly thirty-two meters tall, these two giants, with terrifying faces and long hair that fell to their shoulder blades, stared at this woman.
She walked with an elegant gait. Even though she wore a loose garment, the sway of her body could distract a man.
Behind her were two women in black garments, each holding a tray with two cloches. When they got to the door, the giants pushed it inward, revealing a massive hall.
"Do not toy with this honour." Nerissa’s sweet yet commanding voice rang from behind her silver hood. "This is the Hall of Worship, where the elite of our society appear to worship the Father of the New World. It’s a privilege; you serve his meal now that he has returned."
Both women nodded softly.
Their heads were facing the floor, same for Nerissa, as they stepped into the hall. The moment they crossed the hallway into the hall, the atmosphere changed.
Nerissa’s heart pounded, and her face paled. Her hands trembled as she slowly lifted her face.
What she saw on the elevated platform at the end of the hall was a huge being, not more than fifteen feet tall.
It sat on air.
One leg was folded horizontally while the other hung down, like this being sat on an invisible chair. A blue cloth with golden stripes went around its waist and flowed down, almost touching the floor.
All eight arms were folded. Its torso was exposed, but that body didn’t look like it was made of flesh, more like black steel, though its head looked normal.
One of its heads, to be specific. This creature had three visible heads. The one facing them was a handsome black-haired human head; the other two were a horned goat’s head and an eagle’s head.
The last head was right behind and couldn’t be seen.
"Drop the food." Nerissa whispered and fell on her knees. The girls quickly followed suit, foreheads pressed against the ground.
There was a giant box of water right behind this summon. The water retained its box form even without a glass wall.
"Lift your heads." A sonorous voice rang, and they all lifted their heads.
A man with long, wet black hair had stepped out of the water.
His body was chiseled to perfection, and this wasn’t an exaggeration. His chin was sharp, his eyes deep and alluring.
Cain was too attractive to be real, like a man made without imperfections... like a being that stepped out of paper.
Fiction made real.
He tied a towel around his waist and beckoned for Nerissa with one hand. She quickly rushed to the platform, walking past the silent summon.
As she moved behind it and wore a loose robe that exposed Cain’s chest on him, her eyes went to his summon.
Now she could see the fourth. ’Where’s the head? It’s just a neck, and it looks like...’
"I ripped it off." Cain’s statement made Nerissa flinch. He turned and held her chin.
"I know what you want, but this politics doesn’t satisfy me. I created you; all this beauty was to prove a point, that I could do better than what the world has. But I can’t be attracted to what I made."


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