The gathering

The sun seemed to have it out for Damien this morning as it tore threw the darkness of the cave, piercing into Damien's half opened eyes.

WHAAAA!!!!!

Releasing a childish shriek Damien lunged out of bed immediately raising a middle finger to the sun as he cursed and cursed at the 'burning mass of fart'.

Damien then left the cave to meet Ezran who seemed to be meditating in an odd posture, he held his body in a hand stand with only his index finger, and his other arm resting above his torso as his legs formed a 'b' shape pointing to the sky.

'Do you have any plans for today?" Ezran suddenly said opening one of his eye lids to take a good look at Damien who had reluctantly laid on the ground to do push ups, panting heavily with each set.

"We can finally go into the city, you've spent a week here already." He continued.

"Yeah I know, I can finaly leave this dump, been wanting to leave here for ages, I really miss Dr. Lin's cooking more than anything", Damien said with sorrowful eyes as he held his tummy and reminisced.

After his workout, Damien asked for the system menu and almost instantly, a familiar white and black coloured menu prompt appeared before him.

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Name– Damien Hunter

Race– Demi-divine

Level– (–E )

Rank– ?????

Cp– 3

Hp– 25/25

Faith– 25/25

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>> 3 Cp received for working out

Damien quickly checked for quests, instantly another prompt appeared before him.

[ Quest ]

>> Bring death to those who brought you death. (0/5)

[Status - Incomplete.]

[Find out target's whereabouts, time remaining – 6 hours

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Damien had completely forgotten that he had a time frame to complete his quest, he currently had 6 hours to find out their whereabouts and in order to do that he had to ask questions in town.

He quickly asked Ezran to prepare and in a couple minutes, they left the forest, heading towards the town.

After 30 minutes of walking and getting lost, the duo had arrived at 'veinside town'.

"We're here", Damien said in a loud voice with his arms spread out.

"Shut the fuck up, why did you have to insist on leading the way, if I had led the way, we wouldn't have passed by that man looking stone 7 times, we would have probably been here 15 minutes earlier", Ezran said unable to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"I told you we weren't lost. The stone was probably following us, it looked like a man maybe it walked like one too." Damien defended himself.

"Okay first up, we eat at Dr. Lin's joint" Damien said, as he turned his head from left to right trying to find his bearings.

"Then, what next?" Ezran asked.

Damien turned to face Ezran before answering with cold eyes and a cynical smile on his.

"We go hunting"

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Central Dominion

St. Maeve's Cathedral of Faith's helm.

"It's odd to see us all gathered here in one place". A voice called out from across a table, the five seated before the table all turned to the origin of the voice.

"High Saint Varien Carson, it is an honour to be in the legendary council hall of St. Maeve". One of the people seated, rose to greet the leader of the central Dominion, High St.Varien Carson.

"Yes, I believe we have all met the newest member of the council and the new leader of the Eastern Dominion, High St. Eisen Xiu", St.Varien said with a forced smile, steeling##### her expression once he sat down.

Despite this, her beauty was nothing to scoff at, from her glowing vibrant caramel skin, to her full luscious lips, her beauty could start wars, she tied her curls in a bun, letting some fall on the sides of her oval face, revealing her slick neck, she wore a golden coloured blouse that complimented her full breast's and black pants that exalted her gorgeous curves, with her High St. Coat hanging on her shoulders.

The High St. Coat was given to every member of the council, it was jet black with embroidery imprints, coloured according to the Dominion; Central- Gold, West- Purple, East- Red, North- White, South- Greyish Silver.

The embroideries formed a cross around the neck and at the back of the coat, the symbol of the Dominion was beautifully displayed.

For St.Varien Carson, her symbol was that of a golden lion with a crown, symbolizing the authority of God, the Central Dominion.

Besides her, was her second in command, Baron ranked St. Louis Kuti, a tall light skin man with a moustache attached to his face that could be considered handsome.

After greeting St. Varien, a very audible cough rang through the halls.

"Yes, his father is dead, so now he rules." A man with muscles as huge as cattle heads and skin that looked thick enough to be bullet proof scoffed.

This man was High St. Obi Sano, leader of the western Dominion, he had ebony black skin that complimented his white dreadlocks, he was bare chested wearing only black pants that fell loosely from his waist like karate pants, as his large high St. Coat fell from his shoulders, the symbol of two bulls clashing representing the strength of God, displayed on it's back, the Western Dominion.

Standing behind him, was his second in command Baron ranked St. Mark Baynes who stood at 6'5 almost as tall as Obi who stood at 6'7. On Obi's other side, his other second in command, in fact, his best friend, Power, a two handed long sword that stood at 7'. Its blade, glowing steel with black embroidery running along the middle.

Yes I know and I won't rest till I bring the person responsible for my father's death to God's judgement", High St. Eisen Xiu of the Eastern Dominion quickly snapped back.

He had white beard that didn't quite fit his young face, amongst all the council members gathered he was by far the youngest, aged at 24. Despite this, he is rumoured to be one of the wisest in the realm. He had white, pale skin that shone like marble, with steel coloured glasses that complimented his chiseled face. He wore a white shirt over ox blood coloured pants, wearing his red embroided kimono, with the symbol of a flaming lotus displayed on the back, symbolizing the brilliance and creativity of God. He had his hair held up with a flaming pin, and his katana strapped to his sides, giving him the aesthetic of an ancient Japanese noble.

Besides him, was his Baron ranked second in command St. Tina Jin who had pale white skin, with purple hair held up in a pony tail.

"Is this the reason for our gathering?" another voice originating beside Eisen Xiu said.

He was the oldest council member, leader of the Northern Dominion, High St. James Festbridge. He had fading blonde hair with streaks of white here and there. He had a youthful face full of life and vigor but the wrinkles on his eyes and cheeks betrayed him, making him look like someone in his early 60s at best. His full beard complimenting his already regal aura.

His Baron ranked second in command, St. Reiner Blockheart, stood at attention with a rapier strapped to her waist. She had short blue hair that highlighted her hazel eyes and her beautiful caramel skin.

St. James was wearing a white shirt that hugged his body tightly with his High St. Cape and hands in his pocket with his legs crossed. His coat had the symbol of a Dragon curled around a spear, representing the presence of God.

"No, although the assassination of a council member is an extremely important issue that must be dealt with utmost urgency, it is not the reason we are gathered here" St. Varien Carson said.

"The reason we are gathered here is to discuss another very important issue but first..." she paused there drawing the attention of all gathered.

"We have had a change of seat 2 times in the past year. It has been a long time since something like this has happened, we have to be careful and hold onto our faith more tightly than ever".

St. Syria Sol, the daughter of... the deserter Markin Sol, please..." St. Varian said ushering the person sitting directly opposite her to rise.

This is High St. Syria Sol, the leader of the Southern Dominion and daughter of the previous leader of the Southern dominion Markin Sol.

She had beautiful pale skin and long black hair that fell straight to her waist. Her purple coloured eyes seemed to glow with red plump lips and curves that could stop hearts. She wore an all black jump suit that hugged her body tightly with her high St. Cape falling from one side of her shoulder stopping right below her right hip, the symbol at the back of her coat was a white ram behind a scale representing the judgement of God.

St. Syria Sol rose to her feet and recieved a couple of papers from her second in command Baron ranked St. Callum Douglas. He had fiery red locks and a tanned skin, wearing black coloured glasses that complimented his sharp jaw line and handsome facial features.

"The reason we are all gathered here today is because a Grace had been given". The eyes of all the councils members except Varien showed nothing but shock and disbelief.

"That truly is important, but is it enough to call us all here?" James Festbridge was the first to speak up.

"That isn't the only reason"' Varien quickly answered back ushering Syria to continue.

"As I was saying, not only did someone recieve a Grace, it seems that the last time this Grace was given was over 200 years ago to the 'Hell's Bane' Echendu Sano, the Grace of Azrael Arch-angel of Death". Before giving the council members time to think she quickly added.

"The problem is, we have no idea who it was given too."

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