House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 53 (Liam)

He wanted to tell her more, but he knew Jullie better than she knew herself, she pretended she could handle all that weight on her shoulders but it was eating her inside out, he feared what might become of her.

Once she knew, the whole truth, all of it, would she still be Jullie, he turned away from her, “I want a full course meal when I get back.”

“Then you better hurry up brother.”

She cut her hand with a small stone she picked up from the grass and rubbed her blooded Palm flat on the Stonehenge. The stones absorbed the red liquid leaving no evidence that the blood had stained its grey blanket. She closed her eyes and in the old language said, “By the blood of my mother.”

She walked to the side parallel to the one she stood.

Liam’s eyes fixated on the distant view, as he prepared himself to enter the holy grounds.

It had been years since he last visited other realms, in fact, it was decades since he visited any realms until Khiron, now Asguard was still all too familiar with him.

Jullie opened her eyes, “It’s not working, try your blood.”

“Too risky, it’ll work, give it time.”

The Stonehenge shook, rattling like an earthquake. The stones started attaching to one another, enlarging in length, like gigantic LEGOS pairing together.

Liam stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands in his pocket, completely unaffected by this extraordinary occurrence. His black straight hair blew partially in his face, but he did not move or lift his hand to move the hindrance from his view.

What stood in front of them, was not rocks just laying around, but rocks that transformed into a lively beast- The guardian of the doorway.

Liam moved a step into view of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small hilltop further below, by his instructions.

The guardian bowed his head at Liam, “Should I be concerned for the protection of those whom I guard.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed at the beastly stoned creature as if the beast had insulted him, which he did, “Do you wish to stop me from entering.”

“I cannot stop you, but those who do not know and cannot see, will harm you, is that what you choose?”

Liam stared up at the Stonehenge creature. It was piles of rock put together with no eyes only a mouth if you would call a crack in the rock one, though it held the soul of the guardian. He looked behind him, checking to see the distance his sister had gone, and whether she was safe or not.

His hair settled back onto his neck, in its perfectly layered nape length, and he straightened his body as he stepped closer to the Stonehenge. The Stonehenge was an incredible six feet taller in height than he was, but Liam didn’t deter and glared into its view, “Vasteal, what happens beyond my entering, you can not intervene, no matter what. You are to hide your knowledge of me, seal this doorway.” His voice was hoarse and commanding, and to the guardian it was final. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The creature responded in action, its shape reformed and every rock of its body joined together forming a square arch, revealing the doorway. A white milky liquid appeared in the centre of the archway, taking the full shape of the square. Liam did not hesitate before he entered through the milky liquid, inhaling the familiar scent of musk and taking his leap into the Angelic realm, as the light around him sucked him in like a vacuum.

The air was purer and easier to breathe in Asguard, compared to the deceptors land. He jumped down, knowing there was a drop, and landed on the rooftop of the golden empire. He stood there, to look out at that which was all too familiar to ignore. He stared across him, and then to the sky. It was no surprise that it was light blue, clouds never formed in the atmosphere of Asguard.

The land was a virgin to global warming and pollution, it was the purest place on the earth’ plane. Asguard didn’t rain, and it never ran out of water. Asguard was built solely for pleasure and outstretched with rows of golden empires, all too similar to know the difference, like Khiron, and other realms. Which was why he liked to stay with deceptors.

If you had been a newcomer, it might’ve been inevitable for one to get lost. The trick was to look at the windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had a stone or two in a different shade. The one he searched for was further upland, with a white diamond on the far left, because he was the one who put it there.

He spotted Asguardians further North, as he moved to the end of the roof and checked around, making certain that he was out of sight. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t be seen, he jumped down, his coat lifting behind him.

He landed flat on his feet from the fifty-foot drop, dusted himself, straightened his charcoal coat. Placing his hands in his pocket, he strolled up the narrow path that was made from yellow gems, known as citrine.

He came across a few Asguardian children who smiled up at him. They were playing with alexandrite stones, confusing the colours with tricks of the light, whilst the other’s guessed what colour it would be next. He remembered playing the game when he was younger, but what seemed like yesterday had been worlds ago.

Asguard, unlike the other realms, was favoured in its architecture, made specifically for the Angels’ children. Rare gems laid to place their feet, whilst white spring waters glittered with radiance to bath in, even the silks which they wrapped on their body had been from a fourth of Infinity itself. But with all these comforts, Asguardians always wanted to return home, return to the Infinity, rise as an Angel and stand beside their own.

He lifted a metal stick that was laid next to the ruby door, and rang it on the doors gem, making a soft melody noise.

The softest tune of hummingbirds played through the empire. He placed the iron stick back to the ground.

When the door opened, he hadn’t straightened his back, the Asguardian in a black cotton robe showed himself, “Speak child, it better be important.”

Liam straightened his back slowly, whispering royal blue eyes peeping through locks of black hair, which dangled in his face, he slid his fingers combing his hair back, eyes almost bored by the unappealing sight of the man, “You don’t know who I am.”

The man’s snarled, his hazel eyes enveloping Liam’s gaze, “Why should I know you, Caster.”

“Not accurate, but an,” Liam’s face lightened as he contemplated his words, “excellent effort.”

The man was broader than Liam appeared to be, bulky muscle like Kalbreal, he looked in his thirties, but you never knew for sure with this breed. His hair was still ash blonde and no heavy circles surrounded his eye sockets.

Liam pushed the guy into the house and slammed the door shut behind him, his eyes engraved on the man, “You are going to do exactly as I tell you, do you understand.”