The Chess of Demons and Angels: Foretoken
Title: Chapter 2: Foretoken
Author: maigretecho
Rating: Still suitable for all audience
Disclaimer: KKM is not mine (that was a mere dream haha)
Pairing: Yuri/Wolfram
Characters: Putting the names of the characters spoil some revelations to come.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, War (whole story)
Chapter Summary: Destiny can be cruel sometimes.
The Chess of Demons and Angels Plot Summary
With the Demons and Humans at peace, the Angels had revealed themselves for the first time.Time was crucial and they came with a grave reason: And that is to claim their fated ruler,the one who has always been depicted with an angel-like face- Wolfram von Bielefeld. Once Wolfram accepted the fate, he would most likely be dead for he wouldn't be allowed to come down to the land again.
But if Wolfram refused to go, the world will fall.
What should,could and would the Maou do?
Foretoken
The Chief of the Angel Kingdom was awoken by the sound he knew he should not pass over; the sound that last resonated a millennium ago. He abandoned his sleepless state and glided towards the source of the entrancing melody.
The Well of Wisdom was auspiciously deserted. Lord Gavri'el glanced around before nearing to the well. Then, its divine voice began to sing to him:
"The day of a thousand days has already ripened
A song has been fulfilled along with its essence
I summon you to hear the truth that it would send
Therefore observe and listen well, my friend."
Gavri'el took a measured breath, preparing himself for the well's prophecy and nodded reverently.
"And all shall be done."
At once, a blazing fire sprung from the well and formed itself into a disk. Lord Gavri'el was surprised; he cringed when the wild fire almost reached him. But that wasn't the reason of his absolute shock; it was the fact that the element that the Well of Wisdom uses to reveal the Millennium's prophecy had always been water and never or must not be fire. Fire means no good. Ill News.
"The days of winter has come to its rear end
The olden trunk will be burnt, let the ashes blend
And sanctify the one who is next to ascend
Fate has been vindictive, nothing could amend…"
The core of the fire had condensed on all sides forming an 'O' made of flames. Then a reflecting glass emerged revealing the identity of the one whom the song has been insinuating. Gavri'el studied the being. It was impeccably beautiful that he could not make out if it was a man or a woman. Without delay, the song had continued:
"Born with the essence of Uri'el, the sun's regent
His nimbus of radiance is remarkably golden
Whilst his fair visage and purity marks evidence
His soul is a flame that burns in permanence
He has love, the greatest foundation of strength
He possess the sublime elements that represents
The one to whom you shall all be reverent
Before him, this race shall condescend
Nevertheless you must prepare to discern
For this one will come from the other end
From a kingdom of which you are no friend
Our hope was raised in the Demons' den
Hence, the game of chess I shall recommend
Seize moves gradually with intelligence
When the fool is playing, you must pretend
The vigilant public, you must befriend
When the time dawns for your grounds to rend
The other sovereignty will not consent
This occurrence will trigger his unsounded concern
His jeweled fire, with their life they will defend
Love might move mountains but it isn't prudent
It is still a menace that shouldn't be taken
For shall it fails, the dire to impend will worsen
Even if it shall succeed, fate will be consistent
However this love is never certain
It has been born obscured and broken
This is where your preparations must append
Before the weakness transforms to strength
The future of this world would depend
On the outcome of the fire's ambiguous judgment
If he failed on his task, and he failed to listen
My friend, the conclusion is already evident
This is why I have come to warn you Angels
You with the paramount duty to this realm
When all else fails, you must not be wrenched
Half of the flock must prepare to be sent
Sacrifice and you will be able to prevent
The end of days, the day of the end
Do not sway should this song not fall the same
Bear in mind, the inevitable is yet to be taken
As angels, you are bound to pray and yearn
Even in the dark, that miracles could happen
The lyrics are strong, but this last is the token
The part that turncoats the truth of my statement
So my lord, ride out and meet providence
Let your final days not be forgotten
Herewith, shall arise the days of the Golden
From here, all choices will craft a legend
Remember all the lyrics I have spoken
This is the song I called, the foretoken."
With the end of last line, the fire immediately erupted into ashes leaving the confounded Archangel and the Well of Wisdom dirtied by ashes that in a matter of seconds have been washed out with the passing breeze. Gavri'el was so absorbed by the song and its meaning that he seemed to have forgotten what to do next. Time was already in the move.
The prediction was made clear and the first level was his certain death. Even if he had accepted it a long time ago, having lived millions of years, fear still got the better of him. But being an Angel- an Archangel, he knew he must blocked it and be brave enough to face fate.
And then there was his mounting worry overhauling him next, his concern for the other tragic things that would take place. Fortunately for him, he would not live to witness it all. But was it really luck? No. Gavri'el would rather experience suffering and dying with them than being saved by death itself.
Why must it come to this? What have the world done to receive such destiny? And what other choice do they have? The song spoke of miracles and the inevitable but how, what and when? Gavri'el could tell there was still something, yes there was and above all others, he must believe, that something might ignite hope over the prevailing darkness. He himself just wasn't enough to put the pieces together.
Gavri'el could only hope that when the time comes for the end to dawn, someone would and could be able to do so.
Author: maigretecho
Rating: Still suitable for all audience
Disclaimer: KKM is not mine (that was a mere dream haha)
Pairing: Yuri/Wolfram
Characters: Putting the names of the characters spoil some revelations to come.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, War (whole story)
Chapter Summary: Destiny can be cruel sometimes.
The Chess of Demons and Angels Plot Summary
With the Demons and Humans at peace, the Angels had revealed themselves for the first time.Time was crucial and they came with a grave reason: And that is to claim their fated ruler,the one who has always been depicted with an angel-like face- Wolfram von Bielefeld. Once Wolfram accepted the fate, he would most likely be dead for he wouldn't be allowed to come down to the land again.
But if Wolfram refused to go, the world will fall.
What should,could and would the Maou do?
Foretoken
The Chief of the Angel Kingdom was awoken by the sound he knew he should not pass over; the sound that last resonated a millennium ago. He abandoned his sleepless state and glided towards the source of the entrancing melody.
The Well of Wisdom was auspiciously deserted. Lord Gavri'el glanced around before nearing to the well. Then, its divine voice began to sing to him:
"The day of a thousand days has already ripened
A song has been fulfilled along with its essence
I summon you to hear the truth that it would send
Therefore observe and listen well, my friend."
Gavri'el took a measured breath, preparing himself for the well's prophecy and nodded reverently.
"And all shall be done."
At once, a blazing fire sprung from the well and formed itself into a disk. Lord Gavri'el was surprised; he cringed when the wild fire almost reached him. But that wasn't the reason of his absolute shock; it was the fact that the element that the Well of Wisdom uses to reveal the Millennium's prophecy had always been water and never or must not be fire. Fire means no good. Ill News.
"The days of winter has come to its rear end
The olden trunk will be burnt, let the ashes blend
And sanctify the one who is next to ascend
Fate has been vindictive, nothing could amend…"
The core of the fire had condensed on all sides forming an 'O' made of flames. Then a reflecting glass emerged revealing the identity of the one whom the song has been insinuating. Gavri'el studied the being. It was impeccably beautiful that he could not make out if it was a man or a woman. Without delay, the song had continued:
"Born with the essence of Uri'el, the sun's regent
His nimbus of radiance is remarkably golden
Whilst his fair visage and purity marks evidence
His soul is a flame that burns in permanence
He has love, the greatest foundation of strength
He possess the sublime elements that represents
The one to whom you shall all be reverent
Before him, this race shall condescend
Nevertheless you must prepare to discern
For this one will come from the other end
From a kingdom of which you are no friend
Our hope was raised in the Demons' den
Hence, the game of chess I shall recommend
Seize moves gradually with intelligence
When the fool is playing, you must pretend
The vigilant public, you must befriend
When the time dawns for your grounds to rend
The other sovereignty will not consent
This occurrence will trigger his unsounded concern
His jeweled fire, with their life they will defend
Love might move mountains but it isn't prudent
It is still a menace that shouldn't be taken
For shall it fails, the dire to impend will worsen
Even if it shall succeed, fate will be consistent
However this love is never certain
It has been born obscured and broken
This is where your preparations must append
Before the weakness transforms to strength
The future of this world would depend
On the outcome of the fire's ambiguous judgment
If he failed on his task, and he failed to listen
My friend, the conclusion is already evident
This is why I have come to warn you Angels
You with the paramount duty to this realm
When all else fails, you must not be wrenched
Half of the flock must prepare to be sent
Sacrifice and you will be able to prevent
The end of days, the day of the end
Do not sway should this song not fall the same
Bear in mind, the inevitable is yet to be taken
As angels, you are bound to pray and yearn
Even in the dark, that miracles could happen
The lyrics are strong, but this last is the token
The part that turncoats the truth of my statement
So my lord, ride out and meet providence
Let your final days not be forgotten
Herewith, shall arise the days of the Golden
From here, all choices will craft a legend
Remember all the lyrics I have spoken
This is the song I called, the foretoken."
With the end of last line, the fire immediately erupted into ashes leaving the confounded Archangel and the Well of Wisdom dirtied by ashes that in a matter of seconds have been washed out with the passing breeze. Gavri'el was so absorbed by the song and its meaning that he seemed to have forgotten what to do next. Time was already in the move.
The prediction was made clear and the first level was his certain death. Even if he had accepted it a long time ago, having lived millions of years, fear still got the better of him. But being an Angel- an Archangel, he knew he must blocked it and be brave enough to face fate.
And then there was his mounting worry overhauling him next, his concern for the other tragic things that would take place. Fortunately for him, he would not live to witness it all. But was it really luck? No. Gavri'el would rather experience suffering and dying with them than being saved by death itself.
Why must it come to this? What have the world done to receive such destiny? And what other choice do they have? The song spoke of miracles and the inevitable but how, what and when? Gavri'el could tell there was still something, yes there was and above all others, he must believe, that something might ignite hope over the prevailing darkness. He himself just wasn't enough to put the pieces together.
Gavri'el could only hope that when the time comes for the end to dawn, someone would and could be able to do so.