Loki awoke from a dream where he had lived another man's life.
In that dream, the man, like his father, believed in the savior of humanity, a figure we know as the Ancient Sun God, the one true God. His father, having followed our savior, was granted the mantle of a demigod under the Legion of the White Angel Aucuses. For a time, everything was perfect.
Until the chaos began.
They killed him OUR savior.
The one who gave humanity a chance to become something greater in this world.
Now, we will die protecting His blood.
Because that is our last dignity, His cross and His goblet.
Loki sat upright in the stone chamber, breath shallow, eyes unfocused.
'Did i just reincarnated in the Lord of the Mysteries cause if i did Im so fucking dead'
He rose slowly, bare feet touching the cold floor. The goblet was there, on the altar, just as it had been in the dream. Ornate. Eternal. The rim still shimmered faintly red
breaking his thoughts was the voice of someone he recognised or what this new body made him feel
"Son you are finally awake we must hurry The white angel and his followers"
The voice was deep, gravelly, touched with urgency and reverence. Loki blinked, trying to focus. A man stood at the chamber's threshold, tall and weathered, clad in what i think is a robe whit some type of armor
"Father?" he heard himself say—his voice strange, younger than expected. Rough around the edges, but not his own.
The older man nodded, eyes dark with weariness but shining with conviction. "Yes, my son. Time is short. We must take the relics to the true creator from what I hear of the heretics he's part of our god he's Him"
"Father, wait what do you mean 'He's Him'?" Loki asked, trying to steady both his breath and his voice.
The old man, his father, or at least this body's father hurried forward, taking the goblet and wrapping it in white linen etched with golden script. "I mean exactly what I said," he whispered.
"Now stop talking and…" his father trembling look turn to look behind him whispering the worst probable thing "They are here"
His father moved at an unimaginable speed giving his son the goblet and cross in his hand he yelled at him in a hurry "Wish to go to His kingd…"
Before his father could finish he was burned in a flash of light.
"Now now what do we have here?" A female figure draped in a white robe adorned with golden threads stepped out of the corridor shadow. She appeared to be crafted from pure light, translucent and ethereal. With emerald green eyes and flowing blond hair, she exuded beauty and a divine aura.
"Kid I think you have something that belongs to the New Sun"
"cough cough" Loki's father started spitting out blood with every cough he made he looked extremely injured "Viève you traitor"
"Traitor? Oh, old friend, you still believe in such words?" Her eyes sparkled, not with joy, but with a cruel delight. "You should've joined me look at me now Im an Angel and you are still just a demigod a Weak demigod you are just an idiot like those people that follow the Wind angel but don't worry after killing you i will let your son live until he dies of old age think of this as my last mercy"
"Y You think you have won like always your arrogance is truly your worst trait"
Viève spoke with amused tone in her voice
"And tell me ode what are you going to do to stop me"
"Adam"
End of chapter 1 see you in a month LMAO