7 Chapter Sixth: First Stage Of Correlation.

In a grand room, the light of the sun passed through the windows decorated by ensembles of different colors, including purple–which signaled royalty–and directly shined on the man who lay in the majestic bed.

The man grumbled almost inaudibly, and threw the sheets of bed around, clearly in annoyance.

His eyelids flickered, signaling his wake, as he gazed at his room, which seemed blurry. He grumbled again and slowly rubbed his eyes, standing up half-asleep.

He looked at the walls in front of him in a daze, which was quite weird as he had not done more than lay in bed for a few days. This feeling of extreme exhaustion was insufferable, and on top of that, he could hardly sleep even in situations where he couldn't move a muscle out of tiredness.

Perhaps it was the fear that this was simply an imagination; that he would be back in that abyss of darkness after drifting in the corridors of dreams.

Hell, even closing eyes of his brought that chilling sensation to his being.

But it was understandable; after all, the amount of psychological torture he had been through, quite literally made his current condition of sanity nigh impossibility; and that was only because he was a living example–in short, it was a blessing that he could function as a human being; didn't forget how to walk and talk, as well as remain attached to society.

And I won't even mention how he remembers the world he resides in and the settings in it.

He has been living as a vegetable and disconnected from society longer than he has lived in one, and it wasn't even comparable.

But again, he was in what he perceived in his previous life as fiction, and it was not less illogical than his condition.

But I shalt digress from this topic.

[Saint] Augustus of [Mary Geoise] extended his hand towards the withstand and grabbed a Golden Bell.

The Golden Bell was designed to–like in most cases–ease the already privileged existence of [Celestial Dragons'] life: it was an item designed to signal servants of the [Celestial Dragons'] call.

And, so, he shook it, and almost instantly, the gorgeous marble gates of the bedroom were opened, and through the gate came butlers.

The Butlers of [Celestial Dragons] were raised from being children slaves; trained to the utmost degree to serve and provide for their Gods; they, however, had elegance not fit for slaves, as well as discipline fit for the Gods' servants.

They bowed and wordlessly proceeded with the task untold: putting gloves on their hands and taking the solitary clothes of [Celestial Dragons] with utmost respect and devotion.

They swiftly took it and smoothly proceeded to put it on Augustus' body.

Some times later, he could be seen appraising himself in the mirror: 

He was slightly short for this world–standing at 5'10, with slightly blonde hair that shined in silver in the light, as well as light-green eyes; 

His skin was fair, evident that he had not worked much in his life–if at all; a slightly bearded face that clearly needed to be shaven, and a straight nose; whilst his jaw couldn't be said to be defined, it wasn't bad either–in conclusion, even though he couldn't be called handsome, he was not bad either.

'Maybe 7 out of ten?' He thought. 'Hm... No, 7.5... I think does me justice.'

Nodding his head several times in the form of agreement with himself, he brushed his short hair to the side and put on the iconic helmet.

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Strolling through these halls was truly an unexplainable feeling—it was hard to realize that everything here belonged to you; things that you couldn't even begin to dream of in the past. And this everything was not even a drop in the ocean–that was the metaphor of how this wealth was compared to his entire fortune;

Starting from marble statues: defined and charming so much that if it were not for his knowledge of them being statues, he would consider them alive. 

If they were present in the previous life, they would probably be sold in millions.

But that was not all–golden walls mixed with marble in nigh-perfection; arcs every once in a while and guards aligned to every section–wearing armor so pristine and beautiful that it would take a man some willpower to deviate their eyes off of it.

At the end of the corridors, was an enormous gate–it was the gate to the workplace—the place where his father currently—and almost always—resided

To say the least, Theodore–his father–was a peculiar man–he was arrogant–certainly, he was too arrogant. But he was not cold-hearted! Far from it... In actuality, he was a devoted man to his wife and family; he loved the notion of family and the responsibilities he carried with himself and toward his loved ones.

He was a man who earned his pride and arrogance; for he was seventh-highest in the entire world; both in Power and Authority.

This man treasured his family and status and would do anything to protect them.

Nevertheless, today was the day Augustus decided to start to improve himself–today was the day he would ask his Father to train him.

Arriving in front of the door, guards positioned by the side bowed in reverence.

Augustus, who was supposed to ignore such actions for their usuallity, did not; rather, he actually marked this gesture as a reminder of his position and role in this world—whilst being a [Celestial Dragon] was a luxury, the weight it brought for Maximilien, to say the least, was heavy.

Composing himself, he decided to direct his attention to the main reason for arriving here, and politely knocked on the door.

Seconds went by, but there was no response, so Augustus decided to knock again, but this time, the response was immediate: "Come in." Said the dignified voice beyond the doors.

Straightening his waist, Augustus entered through the gates, only to see this father's incredible workplace–he stood by the window, overlooking [Mary Geoise] with his hands behind his back; his eyes were deep in thought–seemingly contemplating on something, of course, Augustus couldn't see that. 

"Father?" Called Augustus.

Hearing the call, Theodore's eyes flickered and gazed in the direction, and at that instant smile boomed on his face. 

"Oh, Augustus! You're here! Are you allowed to stand up? Is it due?" He asked with a grin, which required effort to see since most of his features were blocked by his Beard that was tied–almost covering the black bow tie.

Augustus nodded in response. While he still felt itch and discomfort, it was not something serious.

"It's great to see you, August. Did my boy get bored and lonely~?" He asked teasingly.

Augustus chuckled and avoided his eyes.

"Yeah~ Kind of... But I didn't complain, right?"

"Oh, you had every right to complain, August-oh, I just remembered, I had to go there visit those fools in [Cipher Pol]." Said Theodore whilst stroking his beard.

A few seconds later, Theodor's Hawk-like golden eyes flickered towards Augustus' direction.

"Augustus, I know you well, boy, you wouldn't come here without a reason just after getting permission to walk–what is it that you desire? I will do anything in my power to make it happen."

Inquired Theodore.

Augustus looked down in embarrassment—getting caught with a sweet tongue was truly an embarrassment to anyone, indeed, he was still too far away from actually getting what he wanted smoothly from his Father–he planned to put some hints here and there, but it seemed like he underestimated his Father, alas, it wasn't like it would change the outcome; thus Augustus decided to be blunt, and said:

"Father, actually, I wanted to ask you to train me."

He said in a determined tone—one that would make parents such as Theodore quite proud.

Raising his eyebrow, Theodore repeated the question in doubt: "Train you?"

Augustus responded with a nod, only to be immediately embraced by his father.

"You want to train?! Absolutely! I remember I was your age when the desire for blood took over me, too! That's my boy!"

He shouted in delight, and that was for one reason: whilst [Celestial Dragon]'s elite was permitted to train, they were not forced, and in the end, it would be the choice of themselves, so imagine the surprise of Theodore when his son decided to follow his path—he was ecstatic.

"Okay, okay, stop!" Groaned Augustus in pain as he patted the back of his Father.

"Uh-um, sorry, I was too excited." He coughed and composed himself.

And then his eyes glittered like silver to the sun and said:

"August, you know how traditions are, so I am required to ask you-"

He cleared his throat and took out his Rapiar and placed it on August's shoulder, forcing him to kneel. Then he inhaled deeply— giving Augustus time to breathe before continuing:

"-Augustus Maximilien, a descendant of [Creator] [Joshua]; forty-fourth Heir to the throne of Maximilien; [Dragon of Celestium]—The [Heavenly Descendant], and... My boy-"

His smile beamed in pride as the aura of the kings escaped from his being—swallowing everything bright, leaving only the eyes of two individuals to sparkle and light the abyss-like darkness.

"Do you solemnly swear in front of me—your Father—Theodore of Maximilien; the forty-third [Pope of Maximilien] and [Second-In-Command] of [Holy Knights] to dedicate yourself to improvement not only to yourself but to the [Government] and [Soldiers of Divinity] as the successor of my titles and power?"

His voice boomed throughout the room, traveling through the door into the Marble Corridors.

The Atmosphere was solemn and quiet as if the entirety of the world was listening for this moment right now—afraid to even make a noise of disturbance.

Augustus' eyes opened in equal seriousness and spoke in a dignified voice:

"I swear on my name to dedicate myself to the progress of our lineage—

I accept the terms for improvement."

And at that moment, electric sparks from his eyes washed the space in white light.

The will of the Kings awoke; the will of the royalty and the birthright of Celestials.

Theodore still looked at him with eyes of nostalgia, with pride still not diminished even a little bit.

"So...? When shall we begin with the training?"

"Anytime... Actually, I would prefer as quickly as possible, but I understand that you may not have time, so... I mean, I understand that you may have some things planned and I do not want to be a splinter in a thumb..."

Augustus said in a pretty downcast tone, which caused the overall atmosphere to become heavy.

Hearing the words, Theodores' smile froze a little.

"Listen... August... Uhm..." He grasped his temples and exhaled—apparently being in discomfort.

 "Uhm... Yes... August, we haven't really spoken about some things, which I regret dearly... But your words really made me wonder about my mistakes, and I understand them perfectly... So better late than never..."

He walked past him; sat on a luxurious couch in the corner and patted next to him—indicating to him to sit.

Augustus wordlessly complied wondering what could his Father would want to talk about... 

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I have reviewed this book's

previous chapters, and have decided to change the style of my writing to be more expansive.

I would, however, appreciate your input and thoughts regarding my current style of writing and constructive criticism about its improvement.