Short Story – The Final Call

Another short story, this short story though is about really powerful people. Most likely the most powerful people and it will hint about how my Apocalypse will be played. Well, let’s se what you can get out of this.

Herid stepped out of the shadows and looked around. The place which he had come to was a well furnished dining room fit for the Imperial Palace. But this was not the imperial palace. Around the panel clad walls hung pictures with golden frames decorated with gemstones. The paintings were of all the current sixteen half-gods and there were even paintings of him, his counterpart and all the other under the contract. He didn’t bother much with looking on the rest of the rich furnishing, he had seen it all before, and instead focused on the people sitting around the massive dining table in the middle of the room.

“So, you are here. Good,” the Emperor said as he reach out in the air and suddenly there was a glass made out of crystal and silver in his hand, filled with the darkest of wine, almost black.
“Very observant of you, Optimus,” a man sitting next to the emperor on the long side of the table grunted. He continued to eat from his steak which hadn’t been there a moment before. Suddenly a woman appeared in the opposite end of the room from Herid and she looked around studying the chamber with quite an interest.

“Who choose this place?” she immediately demanded with a brisk but gentle voice. “I did,” said a voice which didn’t have a body. Herid smiled, he had been right to the point. Not even the Emperor was able to escape his words. He knew everything that was to come, except for the voice, of course. He dragged out one of the heavy chairs around the table and sat down as the elf woman, a really peculiar one of that, sat down next to the emperor. She turned towards him and studied him for a moment before opening her mouth. “So is it true? Is the world really ending?” she asked anxiously but he could se the embarrassment in her eyes. As an elf she still had her pride.

“Yes,” he simply answered as he brought forth his favourite pipe and lit it. “And is it safe for you to be here then? Wouldn’t your presence tell our enemies exactly everything?” she asked and looked at the others. The Emperor looked at Herid with his clear blue eyes and wiggled his glass in thought.
“As long as I am here, his counterpart and our enemies won’t be able to either feel or know anything about what’s going on here,” the voice said. “But as soon as Ian arrives, the world will know that we have started moving and Chaos will attack the entire world at once.”
The others looked confused, well they hid it well of course but only Herid know who the voice meant with Chaos. Actually the voice wasn’t entirely right. All the riders except for Death would attack the whole world when the last of them arrived. Death… would have some problems, hopefully she would be dead when it all began, and Death would once again be on their side.

Suddenly several people appeared in the room, none of them Ian. Herid raised an eyebrow when he saw the young man appearing in front of one of the four fireplaces. He had a crown on his head and a red cape with a golden star upon it. He had not seen him coming… what more had he missed? He counted everyone in the room very carefully and sighed with relief, they were fifteen of them now, but then he suddenly grew cold. That meant that when Ian arrived they would all be there… he looked back towards the young man that had just seated himself next to the elf woman. So one of the original sixteen wouldn’t be here, that youngster had taken his place. So suddenly a Demon was on their side? This was a big miscalculation…

Well, well, well… even Herid makes mistakes. I will answer questions about this as much as I can. What I still want to withold you will not know… yet.

Best regards,
Herid Fel

Herid Fel

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