The Rise of Lord Sunday: Master of The House
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Chapter 3
The Architect walked through the corridors of time and space examining and correcting her beloved Secondary Realms. The Improbable Stair she called it. A stairway that when used correctly could lead to anywhere in the Universe. She was the only one that had full access to the Stair. She was just about to fix a dying star when she was pulled suddenly by powerful magic to the Incomparable Gardens of the House.
"Ah mother, you replied to my summons I see." Sunday stood staring at her with eyes full of hate and jealousy. Sunday stood in the Palace of Gardens in front of the Kings throne. "As you can see my little brother is out at the moment. Out where I do not know for sure but I have a hunch." Sundays eyes swept around the room as if he was watching for something or someone to appear out of nowhere.
"Ah and what is this hunch of yours dear son?" The Architects voice was soft yet commanding and full of power.
"He is scheming with that treacherous husband of yours, The Old One. He plans to overthrow you and the other Trustees. Don't you see that he cannot be trusted with that Key? He will use it to destroy the House. Mother you of all things should see this!" Sunday marched up to the large jade and diamond throne threw himself onto it. "This should be my throne mother not that treacherous Piper. I am the eldest son and the House should be in my inheritance. He is the youngest he should get nothing."
"Sunday, I can see that you are upset and that you are hurt but everything I do has a reason and you of all things should know that." The Architects voice had an air of mockery too it.
"What is your reason for giving The Piper my Key and my throne? Huh? What is your reasoning behind your leaving the House and Realms?" Sunday was so mad he could of killed something right there and then.
"The Piper has earned my trust and the reasons are not for you to know. As for the other matter, I do not know what you speak of." The Architect put on an expression of confusion.
"Don't play dumb mother, I am no fool. You plan to leave few see it but I am one who does. Why else would you instate your Will and setup the reign of the Trustees? Why else would you forfeit all of the Keys to your Kingdom? Because you plan to leave the House don't you? Answer the questions!"
"No, I do not take orders from my children." The Architect's voice was calm yet her eyes flashed with anger.
"But you can trust The Piper can you? You can give him everything and leave me nothing. I have the blood of The Old One in me. You raised me to be and now you abandon me!" Sunday rose up to his full height of 9 feet tall and his handsome face was contorted with anger and rage.
"Enough!" The Architects voice boomed so loud that dust fell from the ceiling and the walls of the Garden Palace shivered with fear. The air crackled and hissed at the sound of such power. "I do not have time for your ranting Sunday!" She raised Her hand which was now shining with a bluish gold light and was radiating power far greater than anything else Sunday had ever seen. Then everything went quiet and Sunday let a flash of fear cross his face.
Even Sunday knew when it was time to quit. The Architect was mad and that was not a good thing. The last time the Architect got really mad she locked The Old One up in the coal cellars. That glowing hand was probably the same hand that did that terrible deed also. Sunday did not want to be the next Old One. Sunday bowed then said "You know mother you are right, your mind is none of my business." Sunday slid off the throne and stepped away. The Architect looked madder still but she lowered her hand and the power seeped out of the air.
"You are pathetic! I am ashamed to have you as a 'son'!" The Architect was clearly disgusted as she teleported away back into her beloved Secondary Realms. Sunday stood there feeling sorry and shocked. He had made the Architect of everything mad at him. Sunday fell back into the throne shocked and amazed at his own nerve.
Saturday sat pondering over the things Sunday had said and she came to the conclusion that she did need Sunday and that she would help him. If Sunday triumphed he would give her Mastery of the House all the way from the Upper House down through the Lower House just not the Incomparable Gardens, which would remain in Sundays control along with the Seventh Key. She would no longer just be Saturday she would Superior Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday and she would be wielder of the first Six Keys to the Kingdom of the Architect. Yet something did not feel right, why would Sunday give her more power and authority than he? There had to be a catch, something that Sunday knew about that Saturday did not. That was a hard deal to come by. That is only if he succeeds. If he did not then she would certainly be severely punished by the Architect. Yet again if he did succeed the House and most everything in it would be hers. Something she had always wanted, but that made her no better then Sunday. Sunday however was more trustworthy than the treacherous Piper. Sunday seemed like he knew more than she thought yet he seemed to be sincere in there deal. She couldn't make up her mind about who to trust. Sunday was definitely more powerful yet The Piper held the Key. The one Key that had power in any and all domains in the Universe, the most powerful of all Seven Keys and yet if she helped Sunday to succeed he would obtain that Key. Sunday was a portal to power, someone she could use and trust. Hey maybe one day she would hold all Seven Keys to the Kingdom, if she helped Sunday. So her mind was confused. She found Sunday to be more of a mentor and friend. Sunday had persuaded her and she would obey. Saturday then called upon her servants and began to scheme ways to help Sunday succeed. If she helped Sunday then she would then come up on top. Once on top it would be easy to push someone like Sunday off the side. Saturday grinned at this thought and began to think. She told her Dawn, Noon and Dusk to be prepared for anything. The Piper's time was almost up already and it wasn't short enough.