I felt a light pat on my back and looked at the source. A warm smile greeted me.

"Don't worry; I'm sure you'll find the answers alone… without us telling you." He handed me a pill, "Here, this will speed up your healing." I nodded and took the capsule from his hand. I grab the water, the one that Urd gave me, and gulp it down along with the pills. The next thing I knew was waking up the next morning, all my energy and power recuperated.

Chapter 11: The Palace of the Almighty

Forseti sat still on his bed, thinking of his future and action. Now that he finally knows the truth behind the Alfheim incident, anger, hatred, depression, sadness, any motion that is completely opposite to happiness darken his heart. The Almighty he admire so much, was no more than a hypocrite and tainted like Hild, the way he treated a race without mercy, His creation vanquished across the universe. It was truly unforgivable. He sighed in frustration, running his fingers across his face and stop to slightly cover it. He peeked through his fingers, thinking of a plan. His first priority was to bring his family back together, and destroy the evil God. He planted his feet on the floor, readying himself to stand up. He finally made a decision… It was time for a rebellion, an unimaginable rebellion.

He patted his now clothed chest, fixing the creases that were forming. Though it was forbidden in the central city of Heaven, he casted a spell and merged his fiery power and different kinds of metal that he stole from one of the dark haired woman's stash to create a sword. Its red metallic blade was covered with many complicated runic codes and spells that even the wise and intelligent Gods could not read or familiarize. He then transmuted a worn out sheet of leather that he found lying around and fashioned it to resemble the red sword's chosen sheath that he imagined in his head. This one had complicated codes and runic symbols that was written in silver and bordered the edges on the now black leather sheath. Satisfied, he sheathed his sword and slowly walked towards the door. He was surprised to see his father, leaning against a light pole across the street, waiting for him with a smirk on his face. Keiichi turned his attention to his surprised son and ambled towards Forseti, stopping a few feet away from him. He turned to his right and motioned for his son to follow him. Forseti, though suspicion pulled on his strings, obliged and followed him from behind.

The walk was like an adventure towards the center of the galaxy, long and scary. Forseti knew that his father was taking him to the Palace of the Almighty, but didn't know why. He scurried to his father, stopping beside him. Forseti cleared his throat to get his father's attention, he was about to open his mouth to question him but his father stopped him.

"I know that you're going to the Palace to bring her back, right?" Forseti gawked at him, as if he had just committed suicide right in front of him. Keiichi just gave his son a sad smile, his eyes full of understanding and sadness… yet deep within those brown orbs, a fire burned ever so brightly.

"If you're going to stop me, I won't listen."

"I know, but I'm not here to stop you." Forseti stop walking and look at his father, who also did the same.

"What are your intentions then?" The golden haired teenager asked the unmoved father.

"…" Keiichi remained silent, thinking of what to say to his son. He released a sigh of defeat and fully faced his son. A nervous sweat formed on Forseti's forehead as he engaged his father in a staring contest. "…To put an end to this Man's corruption, hypocrisy, and lies, and to free the blinded from His grasps." Keiichi continued his action from before and left his son to think about what he said. Forseti shook his head and yet again followed his father to the abode of the Almighty.

Behind the marbled wall of the Palace, Forseti and Keiichi, with stealth, jump over the wall and swiftly covered themselves from the wandering and cautious eyes of the palace guards. With experiences that Keiichi received during his active duties at Ragnarok, he breached through the door that lead to the kitchen and quickly eliminated the witnesses using non-lethal means. Forseti, not knowing what to do, followed his father from behind while at the same time cautious of the surroundings. They stop at the corner near the staircase that lead to the next floor and crouched in a resting position. Keiichi whispered to his son, "Forseti, pay close attention to the walls and the floors you step on. There are traps and switch boards and walls that will lead you to death or to nowhere, copy that?" Forseti nodded and ascended the staircase, trailing his father from behind.

Statues and lively colored checkered floors decorated the halls. Forseti, ignoring the magnificence of such masterpiece, slowly took cautious steps. He gaze his father, and to his deepest surprise, found him leaning against a lion statue, waiting for him on the other side of the hall. Anger by his father's rush, he quickly took cautious steps skipping on suspicious looking tiles. Unknown to them, the lion statue's eyes glowed a shade of red.

"It seems we have some unwanted visitors." A man with deep long black ebony hair and blue eyes growled. Emotionless eyes followed the moving body of Forseti on the screen in front of the blue-eyed man. He then switches his orbs to the father, eyeing him. To his eyes, both father and son were nothing more than pests, annoying vermin that constantly pick on him, especially the father, "Persistent low-life, must he continue his actions?" The dark-haired man grumbled. "Gah, this is truly a bothersome." He turned his head to his right and gave a woman behind him a glare. "Do I need to repeat myself? You already know what to do so GO!" The woman stood and gave her Lord a bow, and disappeared in the shadows. The man grinned and once again planted his eyes on the screen. "One is enough, but two?" He tapped his fingers on the metal frames with many buttons of his arm chair, before pressing one of them. "It is decided then, I will face him… I hope, you are prepared… Keiichi Morisato."

The floor that Forseti currently stood rumbled. His father's relaxed stance immediately tensed as caution and alert overcome his sense. Something is wrong, very wrong. The father and son gave look at each other, before the floor beneath Forseti began to apart, creating a gap that would suck Forseti into the black void below.

"Ah!" Forseti screamed.

"Forseti!" Keiichi yelled as he extended his arm in an attempt to grab the falling boy, but it was too late. Keiichi sat there at the edge, looking at the void. He immediately rushed to the destined room; anger ravaged his mind, freeing the berserker within him. He blindly assaulted one of the valkyries that was guarding a door, and violently breached through it. He slowed down, squinting his eyes in an attempt to look through the darkness… he slowly walk forward, each step increases his heartbeat. Step by step, his anger slowly subsides and replaces it with excitement. He could see it, in the other side, a light, the only light that was present in this dark room, shined brightly on a figure that was sitting on a three legged stool. He cautiously took a step forward, to clearly see the figure's cloaked face, and gasps.

Forseti slowly opened his eyes and grumbled as pain shook around his body. The impact on the marbled floor was merciless; his body shook in pain as he tried to sit up. Succeeding in doing so, he brought his head up and surveyed the area. The place was big, and vacant, with white flooring and tiled walls. There were no doors, nor windows, anything that will lead away from this white room. He let out a breath of frustration and stood up, "where the hell am I?' he asked himself. Suddenly, he sensed an upcoming danger from behind and swiftly dodged the unexpected attack. He landed softly on the floor, unsheathed his sword, and quickly retaliate the attacker only for his attack to get blocked. Surprised by the attacker's gender, he took a massive leap and retreated. "Who the hell are you, what do you want?" He asked, his sword ready to attack the woman again.

"Ran," The woman took an offensive stance and pointed her axe at Forseti; her silver hair swayed side to side and planted her blue orbs on the man in front of her. She then continued ", is my name. Prepare to die, low-life."

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