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Simurg	By : Cynthermes Category: A through F > The Cronnex Series Views: 1292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ra'asiel gently placed him on the same large cushion he woke up moments ago. He sat next to him like before and stroked his jet-black hair. “Perhaps you have heard part of the story from my Avatar, correct?”
Cind’rikh nodded. That was why he forged an alliance with his then demon warrior and lover, Teshnar’ad. They hadn’t only sworn an alliance but communed with both flesh and spirit. At one point, the demon avatar was almost killed in a sacrificial ritual to have an audience with Ra'asiel.
He almost despaired when the god then emerged from the altar’s furnace and cast a small surge of power sending the avatar sprawling unconscious.
“You gave me the pendant. But I lost it in the hands of a human serving under Maerdas. I was powerless and foolish. Up until the end I was.” The godling confessed, bitterly and with regret. Ra'asiel had directly fed the memory in his mind and the brunet looked away in shame.
He was such a failure.
He failed his creator, the people who hoped for him, his friends and loved ones had died in vain.
“But you did learn valuable lessons. There are humans who are good and there are others who are not. It is the same with demons. But to the Immortals, there is no sense of right and wrong.” Those golden eyes softened a little and they looked at him without a trace of reproach.
“I know that the moment I was born half-immortal. The Great Wheel has turned and it is now your moment to reign, isn’t it?” Cind’rikh’s crimson eyes returned to meet his gaze, now unafraid.
“Yes. It is the moment of darkness to rule. The era of the bearers of the opposing force has arrived and all the traces of impurity and abomination left by the previous should be eradicated.” A hint of unease crept into the god’s posture.
“What do you mean?” His newly purified mind couldn’t understand the meaning behind the lord’s words.
“Both Gesryma and I should be worshipped in equality for the flow of the wheel to be flawless and harmonious. But there are fanatics of the Ishman faith who couldn’t grasp the meaning of this balance. They are eradicating sacred places of worship and people who are devoted to me. They are people of both the womb and egg alike. They are destroying the harmony between light and darkness. Some of these fanatics, you have already eradicated but they are far from being completely extinguished. You see this mishap was the reason why Maerdas lost his sense of balance and murdered his twin, Orpheas.” The revelation sent Cind’rikh reeling in disbelief.
Again memories that supported the revelation were freely introduced in his mind and he wept in the agony of them before Ra'asiel extracted them away. “Hush, none of that now.”
The brunet felt a clawed finger glide and wipe the tears from his face. Cind’rikh held into that hand and felt the power of the blue flames entice his fingertips. How can the several orders claiming to protect the half-immortals of Gesryma grasp the mistake of their beliefs? They have described Ra'asiel as a power-hungry god, cold, ruthless, despicable and tyrannical. The head of the Daughters of Luna proclaimed the people of the egg as incapable of love, and would stab your back the moment you turned but wasn’t it Teshnar’ad who remained true and loyal to him among all the betrayals he suffered from the hands of his human friends?
Didn’t he nearly throw his life away just to aid him in his sorrowful journey?
And wasn’t it Ra'asiel who gave him the strength to go on amidst losses and failures he committed?
How can this supposedly heartless god, bother to show himself in his pitiful existence and at his time of need? His life was filled with suffering the night he turned 14 and he had to carry a mission that will inevitably lead to his death successful or not.
He had been despised for being in the audience of both Gesryma and Ra'asiel. Worshippers of Gesryma marked him a heretic and an abomination. They said he has fallen from her grace and compared him with Maerdas alike.
Cind’rikh could no longer hold back albeit Ra'asiel’s soothing caresses and he sobbed openly against the amethyst god’s shoulder. The same large clawed hand (they were big enough for half of his head to fit) stroked his hair tenderly.
After he cried his eyes out, (thankfully not literally this time) he calmed down and asked, “What is the purpose for having this new life?”
“It’s your destiny to be my consort, Cind’rikh.” The amethyst god answered curtly but softly.
“There’s something deeper than that.” The godling whispered. An inner rebel still protested and he tried to suppress it. When Ra'asiel didn’t answer him, he continued, “I have my own will now, right? As one of the immortals I can do what I wish.”
But instead of taking his words for hostility, Ra'asiel showed his teeth (His version of a smile) and said, “I said destiny dearly beloved and not fate. You are to choose for yourself if you wish to remain with me or not. I have watched over you and knew you before you were even born but in the end, as an immortal it is you who is to decide. However as a god, each of your decisions have great impacts on the world of the mortals.”
Wonderful, more responsibility… Cind’rikh mind-touched that message into the god’s thoughts.
If Pandaemonium was truly his place and he had to be by the Opposer’s side he had no qualms about it truthfully. “You are not telling me everything.” Cind’rikh finally had the courage to state what his instinct told him.
“As a godling reincarnate of the Phoenix, nothing gets past you even me, does it?” The god had laid them both on the spacious cushion sounding amused.
“I think you’re much capable of eradicating this finding from me with a snap of your fingers.” The brunet didn’t accept the compliment but he felt comfortable with their closeness.
“You’re right. The last battle brought the end of the half-immortals who protect the balance in Gesryma’s reign. Now there are no more who replaced them. They are now living lives as mediocre mortals.” Ra'asiel continued still cradling him in his arms.
“Therefore, they are incapable of fighting off the remnants of the past war. And Maerdas, was he really extinguished from existence?” Cind’rikh asked staring off at the enchanted ceiling with a nearly authentic view of the night sky in the mortal world. There was no moon but the stars glittered brightly and spiraled like silver dust in a clear river.
“Your former twin defeated him finally and reduced him to ashes along with the one he loved.” The amethyst god confirmed flatly and without emotion.
The raven-haired godling blinked. The lord of chaos can truly be callous and uncaring when he wanted to. But aren’t all the people of the egg like that? They can appear unemotional and hostile but with the right ‘bonding’ they can be the most loyal and passionate comrades, friends and lovers.
Maybe he really belonged to their company, he thought. “Was it easy to convince Gesryma to hand me over to you?” Cind’rikh decided to let it slip since a corresponding memory did not unlock to intensify his feelings of sympathy for his former twin.
“She has no choice of the matter. The moment your mortal body was incinerated in the force, you were reborn within the main catafalque in the empty throne room of Tartarus. My Chief Oracle, Har’kel’n prophesized the arrival of the Phoenix-incarnate that was destined to be my consort.” The emotion was back again with the harsh undertones emphasizing the jagged edges of the lizard tongue. Ra'asiel almost seem overjoyed.
How can the mortals be so wrong with their tales and legendary literature? But of course they can never have an audience with a simple deity let alone a major god!
Probably they had based it with appearance and the like… His eyes started to flutter close and he fought to stay awake. He felt cozy and safe in the arms of the Opposing One. He could hardly fathom the bizarreness of this new situation.
“There are no more people who are willing to love you as Niccas in the world of the mortals… Gesryma has made sure of that.” Ra'asiel whispered in his ear but the godling was already fast asleep.
After all the suffering and pain Niccas had to endure, Gesryma was still not through with him. She had planned to channel his energies from Ais Dysmassia to the Hallowed Halls even in the afterlife.
It was her time to reign before and he was forced to observe and watch from a distance. The first and last aid he managed to give the half-immortal was through his avatar. But even that had been a mere grain of sand among the dunes.
A mortal death was inevitable for the half-immortal so the amethyst god bid his time and when the Great Wheel turned on his favor, he seized the opportunity and awakened the sleeping phoenix: the ultimate clash of light and dark bearers within the being of Niccas. That was what he truly gave him rather than the pendant.
Gesryma hadn’t foreseen that the suffering and pain would eventually shed the mortal essence hiding the real Cind’rikh into view. She had allowed such blasphemy (Maerdas) to sunder the reputation of the half-immortal dark bearers. But she used all her power to aid the light-bearer, distracting him further so he would not save his twin’s life in time.
The godling didn’t need to know the truth that his mother creator was using him like a tool to suit her own agenda.
Right now, he is in equal standing with her and he would have to decide now for his fate.

The next moment his consciousness returned to him and he found himself alone in the cushions. The enchanted ceiling now displayed a clear blue sky on a sunny day. It was probably morning in the mortal world. How he missed the beautiful landscape and sceneries in his half-immortal life. Still he wondered why the enchantments present the mortal world instead of anything ethereal.
Did Ra'asiel fancy the mortal world too? Doubtful.
Cind’rikh stood up and inspected his surroundings. He didn’t have the chance the last time he was awake. He felt intimidated by the amethyst god’s presence… well at first actually.
He never thought the Lord of Chaos would be the most comfortable pillow to sleep with.
The large cushion bed was soft and firm draped with several silk-like cloths. The bed was housed with four elegantly carved pillars of indestructible material. They too held sigils that emitted powerful energy.
Every landmark or furniture in Pandaemonium is engraved with runes, glyphs, and sigils and embedded with gemstones he had never seen in the mortal world.
The base structure of the main chamber and even the center altar was made of unearthly shimmering shades of blue and violet crystals. They sparkled and danced in the surface though the light source was scarcely provided by pyreflies.
Cind’rikh, very much enthralled with the floating drops of light reached a fingertip to touch one.
And the moment he did, the pyreflies burst brightly into more vivid colors! A simple touch and they became brighter! It was like he gave them life when they didn’t fade. The floating pyreflies remained bright and contorted into shapes he imagined. He didn’t know that he could have such influence in the palace of the amethyst god.
He hurriedly moved out of the main chambers after tampering all of the pyreflies and was on his way to the next chamber when he bumped into a robed figure. The latter stumbled backwards as if hurled off with the mighty strength of a powerful force.
“Grah! Can’t an elder Fyrean get some respect around here? !” That ancient voice sounded familiar and he quickly helped him up and apologized.
And when the strange robed fellow heard his apologies, he (roared) laughed! “Lord Cind’rikh! I know it had to be you! No Fyrean in their right minds would apologize for trampling me down. How can you say ‘apology’ in our gruff language, anyway?”
These beings were really strange. He got himself in trouble and got confused when he was laughed at for being sorry. Cind’rikh kept his mouth shut and just stared at the Fyrean.
“If I was mortal you would have killed me with that force. Still I think I have a few broken bones… but it would heal quickly.” The elder grinned.
This was Har’kel’n, the Chief Oracle of Pandaemonium, he remembered. “Har’kel’n, where is… Ra'asiel?” The godling was still uncertain if he is allowed to speak the Opposing One’s name without an honorific.
The Head Oracle blinked and answered, “The Almighty Lord Ra'asiel is in the Black Temple, meditating. He does it almost all the time… well for eons really.”
“Oh, I can’t disturb him can I?” The brunet said to himself more than to the elder.
“He wouldn’t mind if it is you. He’s rather… boiling to-day.” The Chief Oracle winked.
“Boiling?” The godling echoed. He supposed the oracle meant something like bursting with power or energy. However that wicked grin or a show of sharp teeth makes one think of unsavory ideas. Cind’rikh shook his head. His mortal side was gone and he didn’t have a mind of a renegade wild boy. Moreover his status as an immortal was taxing enough not to succumb to ordinary— What the heck is he explaining things in his mind for? !
“I’ll leave you to your privacy, Lord Cind’rikh.” The elder Fyrean excused himself but apparently the godling didn’t hear him.
The Phoenix-incarnate debated if he should speak with Ra'asiel or not. He still had no clue about his specific role in the turning of the Great Wheel. As far as he understood, he knew though the amethyst god never confirmed it, that Ra'asiel was partly responsible in his rebirth. A god let alone the Opposing One won’t appear beside your waking bed without a reason, right?
The nearly endless steps on the way to the grand altar of the Black Temple tugged at another memory that wouldn’t budge. Perhaps, he should start with asking about this little predicament.
This little journey to the other side of the world should turn a babe into a grown man but yet again his change of status was responsible in keeping him from collapsing into exhaustion the moment he reached the top. The gods and goddesses must truly be inexhaustible.
However when he reached the base platform, the sight completely took him in awe. Every supernatural sigil in the perfect circle was dancing and singing with indescribable bouts of energy. They reached outstretched into the chaotic indecipherable sky as glittering light. At the innermost center of the magic circle sat Ra'asiel with eyes closed tightly and brow furrowed in deep meditation.
Cind’rikh watched, entranced at the god’s relaxed posture but determined facial expression. His ruby eyes captured the glowing dark viridian markings on violet skin and they beckoned him to draw closer. His fingers tingled to touch them and it took such great effort to suppress the impulse. Instead, the godling directed his vision on the chaotic sky above and witnessed a vortex of collected power spring forth to connect heaven and earth together.
A pulse of energy made him jolt and he turned to see Ra'asiel walking towards him among the spiraling supernatural force.
Cind’rikh was startled for a bit and reflexively backed away only for a hand to enclose his wrist. “Bathe into the force with me.”
That said and another memory rushed only to be blocked again. The godling sighed and complied. He hesitantly stepped into the double vortex and was surprised that peace and warmth engulfed him instead. The feeling was akin to being in the throes of passion.
The godling shivered but relaxed on the next minute. They stood side by side in the innermost circle of the grand altar. In the beginning the simplest way to describe the purpose was comparable of having brunch in the mortal world.
Suddenly Cind’rikh felt his feet leave the ground and he snapped his red eyes open. The surge of energy changed into a storm of power being directly fed into his being!
The godling witnessed in shock when the tips of his toes and fingers shed into golden flames. The flames took the shape of mighty wings, sharp talons, a majestic beak and a regal headdress. The transformation traveled from the outermost slant of his body and into the core of his soul.
Before his eyes and the Opposing One he transformed into a Phoenix!
Cind’rikh as the undying bird let loose a diamond-shattering shriek and enveloped Ra'asiel into an embrace. Spontaneously, the dark viridian markings dissolved the violet flesh into nothing with its blinding shine. The god started to shed his almost human form in the same manner as his consort. A mystical beast similar to the Griffin morphed against the bosom of the Phoenix and gave a similar earth-shaking roar. Together they spiraled towards the chaotic sky in a rhythmic graceful dance of courtship, marriage and united into a final blast of blazing light.
For immeasurable moments, the Black Temple and probably every ethereal crystal of Pandaemonium radiated the outcome of their masters’ intimate union.
The sigils still faintly glowed as two bodies slowly descended into the epicenter of the Grand Altar. As they floated lower, Cind’rikh’s glazed eyes went passed Ra'asiel’s shoulder and followed the spiral trail of suspended golden and amethyst feathers in a hypnotic pattern. The godling felt like in the afterglow of an orgasm and his humanly body splayed limply on the rose colored ground.
His vision instinctively shifted into the golden eyes of the lord and he gasped. Cind’rikh didn’t notice it before until now. An immaculately handsome face of a man was inches away from his own. Ra'asiel shifted a little and he groaned.

He felt a warm large flesh inside his body and his eyes went impossibly wide. The god’s pupils were dark and dilated as he whispered, “Mate with me.”
Cind’rikh didn’t need to give him an answer. His body was already sweltering hot and relaxed; he couldn’t feel any pain or discomfort only unfathomable bliss.
“A…ahh…” The godling’s hands grasped air when Ra'asiel bore his full weight on him causing the big rod to probe deeper.
He felt a kiss on his neck and wondered absently how they managed to be in such an intimate position without him knowing. The distraction faded away and his being concentrated on their bodies’ joining. Words failed him when an intense feeling to be claimed pushed everything aside. He couldn’t understand why he didn’t feel any ill will or distrust towards this… man. (He took the form of a mortal… but why and how?)
His thinking was interrupted when Ra'asiel mind linked into him and he allowed (welcomed) the invasion. “I will answer all your questions later.”
Cind’rikh nodded and wrapped his arms around the amethyst god’s neck. Their lips touched and they kissed feverishly. A tongue snaked out to lick at his lower lip and he parted his mouth to accept. Their tongues dueled for a brief moment but the godling abruptly lost and gasped in their kiss.
Ra'asiel started to move slowly and all coherent thought fled the godling’s mind. The amethyst god drank all of his moans, whimpers and groans as they build the rhythm.
“Uh…unhh…Aahh!” Cind’rikh raked his first blunt then burning claws down the lord’s broad back.
The god hissed but redoubled his thrusting power and a rumble vibrated down his throat as his consort involuntarily tightened his passage.
When the pleasure almost became too much the godling was shifted to his side, spooning him and Ra'asiel resumed thrusting only a bit more gently and tenderly.
Cind’rikh panted and managed to twirl a lock of dark and gold hair between his fingers. The near climax made him lightheaded for a second but the sensations he felt now were better. When was the last time someone carefully and compassionately made love to him?
He couldn’t remember and yet he knew how and what it felt like.
Lips pressed great attention on every part of his skin and an agile tongue led a hot wet trail down his spine and he shivered arching a little.
“Did you ever think I could not love?”
Ra'asiel’s question startled him and he nearly flinched but those large hands embraced him, pulling him closer and the erect flesh slid deeper still. “I…nnhhaah…! Uhh…! Ohh…!”
Once again he failed to form concrete words when the god sped up his fluid movements.
The brunet could only wrap his arms around the lord’s larger ones as his body trembled with each thrust.
Eventually the godling was rolled on his stomach. He got up on all fours and his back arched when the new position tightened his passage even more in contrast to the swelling member inside him.
Another thrust and his back curved again. His eyes slipped shut and he nearly bit his tongue at the new sensation assaulting his body. The god had found his main pleasure node and pounded mercilessly hard against it causing him to buck wildly.
Cind’rikh moaned in rising pitch and unconsciously opened his legs wider. The wetness in between his legs trickled down his thighs mingling with sweat. The pleasure reached the plateau phase. It was flooding continuously but constantly and the godling now wanted more! His hunger was becoming unbearable and he struggled to receive each thrust in full causing the burning rod to caress all the sensitive walls of his flesh over…
And over…
And over… still
“Ahh…More…”
“Please…!” At the end of his pleading cry were full-throated screams when Ra'asiel finally let the beast out and thumped his body with unrelenting mad, deep and fast thrusts.
“Oh…”
“Ohhh…”
“Ohhh…!” The godling came too soon than he wanted but he felt extremely satisfied when Ra'asiel squeezed his hips enough to bruise and burst inside him with a blood curdling growl.
He was about to collapse but the amethyst god caught him and rolled them over. Cind’rikh had never felt this satisfied since he can’t really remember, as his head lay cradled on Ra'asiel’s chest. “You took human form just now.” He whispered against the morphing amethyst skin.
“Did the ceiling in our bedchamber tell you something as well?” The god’s response was a question.
“I guess it means you were deeply misinterpreted by humans.” The brunet said sadly and sensed large clawed hands making soothing circles on his back.
“It doesn’t matter. We are not to be deterred by the feelings of our creations. Gesryma is the patroness of the humans and I the patron of demons. But it is now time for my reign and this great shift of power will affect both races.” Ra'asiel said in his usual neutral tone.
“There wouldn’t be any problems with this if the humans and demons coexisted, right? But apparently they hate each other’s hides enough to tan and hang them by the fire.” A cheeky grin crept its way to the godling’s boyishly handsome face.
“Ah, you are a witness to such clashes my beloved.” The lord allowed him a glimpse of memory.
“How come I cannot summon these memories myself?” Cind’rikh asked out of the blue.
“They are memories of your former life as a half-immortal. The moment you were incinerated in the force they are supposed to have faded but I kept them.” Ra'asiel answered carefully.
“But why?” His ruby eyes gazed deeply into golden orbs.
“You are better off without them, beloved. You won’t be able to do your mission if they accompany you to the mortal world.” The amethyst god explained sincerely.
“I have to go back to the mortal world?” A mixed expression of happiness and melancholy washed over the godling’s face.
“Yes, you are now the Mediator between Gesryma and Ra'asiel as to quote the solemn prayer on your baptism.” The stroking stopped and changed into a possessive embrace.
“And you’re not happy with my role.” The raven-haired godling observed and sighed. Deep inside him there was a fire that refused to be put out and extinguished. His lifetime as Gesryma’s steward was surprisingly short in the mortal world.
“A god’s responsibility always gets in the way of his personal wishes.” It was the amethyst god’s turn to sigh and Cind’rikh blinked. “Let me tell you a story preserved for all time in the language of the immortals. Lend me your ears for you are privileged now. Any mortal who would hear this will instantly die.”
The Phoenix-incarnate listened all throughout this esoteric tale and when the last phrase ended with a punctuated hiss, he dropped his head and didn’t want to meet those piercing golden eyes.
“It’s your decision, Cind’rikh but as the Phoenix-incarnate the decision is obvious.” The amethyst god stood up and held up his hand.
When he placed his pale hand on top he instantly felt the crushing grip of the other. Ra'asiel was reluctant to let him go as well.
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