Eying the metallic circle gives Augusta instant pause and worry as she ascends out of a space-time portal. It does because even from more than a hundred feet of distance, her Neo-aura senses that Angelic Iron. It pulls on the elements of Fae DNA in her Bio-Generate DNA.
Standing before her is a sanctified metal formed into an enormous holy energy circle. The erected iron halo comes attached by bulky chains. Those dull bindings then attach to monolithic metal pillars. It is an extraordinary sight to behold. The glistening purified iron ore mined from the hills of Melledilo on the planet of Decem in the Paradiso solar system. Iron ore such as this is washed in the wells of Sanctuary Haven. A place of sacred energy and the rarity of Creator fire.
Creator Fire is the first fire allowed after the Creator formed Ignis Visi. These eternal flames help develop materials that assist with Angelic works of aggressive cleansing involving mixed-breed Angels and various Demoniacs. It can also affect Fae DNA. The purified iron is often toxic, energy-draining, mind-controlling, or soul-tormenting to such entities.
Beings of light, of positive energy, the first guardians of creation, the Angelic are immune. The so-called ‘good entities’ manipulate sacred fire to use it. Such things as purifying, sanctifying, finding sacred energies, forming them into alchemic symbology, and doing other intriguing things that are considered to be holy power. Yet, is it? Is it torture, unfair power, torment, or misuse of Creation elements?
Sacred symbols and alchemic symbology exist throughout Time-space. One such symbol stands in full sight in the main chamber of Aves Temple on Decem. It is formed from that sanctified metal, in a holy circle that is erect in stance with iron bindings holding a victim.
“ Pretty isn’t it?” Cleanly proclaims Jiro Gregarious as he whips laughter in being amused by what occurs. “ Thought you might be standoffish in your approach.”
Then in walking behind the massive circle, that has a female victim bound to it, he enjoys more chatter since he is not getting replies. ” All that Fae DNA in you has issues with my lovely cross.” That brings the sound of his demonic laughter full throttle as the Neo-Demon continues the speech.
“ Mixed breed, a Prime that is a mongrel, a mere mutt with Mortal bitch bindings and more shit mixed in. It has me wondering why my sister respects you. Curious as to why anyone falls under your control. She is purer than you are. My sister is more than you. A Demon being purer than a Prime Elemental Neo is laughable, so funny.”
And then the laughter turns deeply cold in continuing. “ She has no understanding of how powerful our angelic DNA is. She lets you affect her when she could control Angels and you.” Spoken words, a Demon slinging verbal sticks and stones.
It raises the eyebrows of the Prime Elemental NeoImmortal of Air. It makes no sense for him to be so rude in chatter. However, this all might be a distraction.
Such a thought nudges Augusta to slowly step forward toward the iron circle. Walking closer to the structure the air around the area reeks of helplessness and incoming death. Moving within a few feet of Iron circle has Augusta noticing that a female Demon is a victim. The tortured humanoid seems on the edge of death. Then Augusta Cian motions past the standing metal circle to be behind it as she is confronted with the victim’s identity. Shock prevails for the female is a former lover that Augusta swore to protect. An entity that is a Creator Oath. But, more importantly, she is Jiro`s only sister.
“ Now, now…not to close her. Close is dangerous. So very deadly and I will even gift you a bit of generosity by telling a small truth of why it is.” Jiro excitedly eyes Augusta as she stands a few inches from the circle before he continues being amused.
“ This body is laced with Valor Weed. All of the weed is pure, pure Valour Weed with it coming directly from Titania.” Instantly maniacal chucking ensues as Jiro`s ranting becomes thoroughly enjoyed.
“ Hard to get. So pricey but damn, I’m working on forcing a Prime to kneel, to beg me, beg to own her plaything as an exchange for all that I wish.” Jiro proclaims leaning over Augusta’s left shoulder in a continuance of his agenda.
“ Your death costs a lot, but the weed is pure. So pure that it should have a warning label. But, I thought it more fun to see what might happen if you straightway dared remove her. Thus no labels, only a funky sexual pheromone scent. A psychotic hypnotic death punch that is micro-sized.” His devilish grin spin with maniacal pleasure as he seems to enjoy listening to his voice via sinister laughter.
Jiro next rants more while Augusta steps close enough to almost be brushing a touching Alyssia’s face with an open palm.
“ Save her, save your plaything. You need her as a fuck toy. Come on, every cell in you wants to.” He teasingly presses in want of collecting emotional energies. After which, he raises a cynical eyebrow in supplying a short humming pause. Then more taunting slips.
“ You promised to protect, to care for and be so sweet with her. Tsk Tsk, job not well done. You were ordered by your bossy pretend siblings to care for her. And yet, even though it is the law to follow a Prime’s direction, you neglect it. Or is it Prime nonsense that you ignore? “
Jiro swiftly goes onward with his needs of mouthiness and twisted opinions, “ Neglecting your sex toy while you abandon your siblings. Wow, not much of a Prime, now are you?”
With a sneer of glee, silence enters the dusty air as Jiro eyes Augusta, as he feels good about thrust-hurting emotions into her, but none come to show on Augusta. So he continues with his desire to do so. “That truth places us both here. We two are here because of your neglect. Here with my whoring, boring, unaccomplished sister on my halo. ”
“ Angelic Cross, ” Augusta interrupts to share a truthful clarification.
“ Halo, halos are our crosses.” Spits forth Jiro in demanding that it be as he claims, ” My angelic halo, mine.”
He dares say it. He a Demon claiming a halo, an absurdity in every universe ever created. The perverseness of it has Augusta sputtered forth laughter at hearing him believe that he is angelic.
“Halo!” insistently shouts Jiro becoming unnerved as he proclaims, ” My halo holds a Demon whore. One that you will beg to save. A deadbeat oath that cannot decide who she is. Your choosing to save her is a wild reality. Yet, she willingly became bound to my halo in knowing of natural guilt.”
Snickering laughter from Jiro as he demandingly bellows, ” Consent, consenting adults, her consenting to this.”
Those dark eyes of Jiro piercingly lock onto Augusta. They do because she has made several declarations in the Angelic High Council Courts. Her most recent statements concern abolishing the automatic consent to guilt when Demoniacs break sacred universal laws.
” So she is mine to do as I will. No saving her from auto guilt confession.”
Augusta ignores him. She already understands all details about angelic purification laws and rituals. That includes soul death and aura damnation. Within that knowledge, Augusta studies the Angelic Cross to know the purification stage for Alyssia`s aura.
That observation has the Air Prime Elemental pondering a few things. One of those is that she long ago understood that Demon siblings war, murder, and so much more. Demonic DNA entities effortlessly do such things to each other. It is as natural as breathing for any Demonic entity. That includes halfling Angelic-Demon DNA races too. Thus, Alyssia would not fall for such a trickster thing as willingly being in the same room as an Angelic Cross. Hence, lies are swinging into play.
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