Answering To The High Patrician of House Caelus
[Quiylan]:
"YOU LOST HOW MANY OF MY TROOPS!?!!" hollered an enraged head of House Caelus, causing Quiylan to flinch in fear as he felt the enraging aura of the current head of House Caelus.
To say Quiylan was afraid was the understatement of the century. Quiylan had nearly pissed himself at this point. His house head was scary! And considering that he was pissed at Quiylan for the recent events occurring because of a certain pale-eyed, pale-haired boy… Well, to say that the house head was pissed would also be the biggest understatement of the century. The house head was livid.
He had sent Lord Quiylan to handle official business of House Caelus's financials, with a handful of good, decent, hardworking Awakened Stages[Poor to Special rank] guards and even two Ascendant Stages[Legacy to Chaotic rank] guards as well to protect this idiot in the process — You never know when you'll have to deal with hostile parties, even as a member of the a great house, one can never be too careful — But this fool's greed had costed him not one, not two, but five soldiers — 1 of whom was Legacy rank. And it was so hard to come by such a talent, even as a great house! No one can afford to lose that level of talent, no matter the house or faction one finds themselves in.
The head of House Caelus was named Patrick Caelus VI — He was the High Patrician(Lord/King/Head) of House Caelus. He looked to be in his early forties, with brown hair, a tall, lean build, latin tan skin and sky blue eyes. He wore regal blue robes over blue pants and brown sandals. He had white angel-like wings on his back, folded as he sat the silver throne with regality and dignity. His silver majestic longsword, Skyforger, rested beside him, the power of Cosmic coming from it — and him — in waves, as he was at the peak stages of the Cosmic rank in cultivation, well into the Transcendent Stages[Legendary to Faux God Rank].
He was furious, Quiylan knew, his own wings, which he hardly ever used, threatening to come out fro his own back to defend himself, but he dared not let them — That would only provoke his lord more — After all, to let one's wings out, unprompted, purpose or no, before your superiors and unprompted, was to challenge them, and he dare not incur any more of High Patrician Patrick's already overwhelmingly mighty wrath.
"Tell me once again what happened? Truthfully!" High Patrician Patrick Caelus demanded, rage simmering in his eyes, as if just waiting to be unleashed.
"We ambushed someone who st-sto-stole from us, who we did not know had a powerful backing—," Quiylan began, but was cut off!
"More powerful than a Great House!?!" Patrician Patricked demanded, knowing the worm before him was lying. "What do you take me for? A fool! Truth! Now! Or I'll Kill you where you stand!"
"B-b-but it is the truth, my lord!" Quiylan tried. "We were outnumbered, overpowered. I-I misjudged our opponent — He had a legendary grade weapon with him!"
High Patrician Patrick quieted at that, as if pondering this revelation, but Master of Coin Quiylan Caelus dared not raise his own head from the ground in his head-to-ground bow to see his lord's reaction — He was cunning and viscous, but not wooden brained and stupid. He did smirk, though, albeit, hiddenly, of course.
He knew that he'd get out of this. Sure, he'll likely be a little worse for wear and maybe will be mildly punished, but he'd survive because he had this knowledge of a legendary rank weapon. He was gonna keep it for himself initially, after eventually acquiring it, but Quiylan valued life over money…. His life, anyway.
He knew how to use his wisdom to survive his lord's rages. After all, Legendary rank weapons were the strongest tier weapons rehular mortals could wield. It was basically the equivalent of possessing Transcendent power and could turn the tide of any battle. Even a cosmic being like High Patrician Caelus VI desires it, even though his own weapon is a tier higher, of course.
"Tell me, who is this individual," demanded Patrick.
"I know not his name, but the prince of House Morpheus was backing even though he was not of House Morpheus — He shared no Morphesean features whatsoever," Quiylan exaggerated. He didn't really know if Cimon morpheus was really backing him; He sensed the two were close, likely friends — That much was obvious. But to say his house was backing the boy? Anything to survive, fuck the boy and his friend and his house. All that mattered was getting out of this situation and then figuring out how to acquire that boy's treasures and his animal companions afterwards before his lord head did. "And he was young, too, no more than 15. He had a strange sword arte that let him dominate my Legacy and Special rank guards. It's likely he has many more treasures stolen as well — I am positive that—."
"Silence!" Patrician Patrick barked, releasing his aura, instantaneously silencing Quiylan mid-sentence, as his voice echoes across the chamber.
The chamber was vast, with ancient Roman styled structural architecture. It had white marble columns with fire pits lighting the area with a pair of giant double golden doors leading to various other rooms of this building. At the center of the chamber, upon a silver throne, backed to the wall, the high patrician sat, lost in thought.
"You are under state arrest for the next six months. You are to stay within the territory of the Flying Cities of Caelus for your punishment for the foreseeable future," High Patrician Patrick decreed, much to Quiylan's relief and slight annoyance. "Leave me now," he dismissed, watching the snake bow and leave the throne room.
"You were watching him." When he vanished down the halls after the closing of the chamber doors, and Patrick was certain he was out of earshot, he spoke aloud. "What do you think? Was he telling the truth?"
"He was not being entirely truthful in his story of why he really attacked this stranger," a voice sounded as a young, white-winged man appeared before the high patrician. He had tan skin, brown hair, sky blue eyes and a jock-ish build. Unlike his father, who wore a golden wreath crown, he wore a silver wreath crown, flowing purple and blue robes above white jeans and sneakers. Where his father was regal and indignant, he was slightly more relaxed, eyes cold but observant. He was Prince Alexander Caelus, and his mother was the goddess, Athena, goddess of war, wisdom and battle strategy.
He was the leading tactician in all of the Floating Cities of Caelus. At his side, hanged his golden gladius, Truthseeker, and, at his back his shield, imprinted with the gorgon head of Stheno — the oldest of Medusa's siblings and the mightiest. It was golden and had the ability to enhance the strength and might of allies, by drawing said strength and might from nearby enemies — This sword and shield is a Chaotic rank pair, but, when used together and in tandem, can fend off a minor legendary rank weapon for a short time. The shield is called Stheno Shield.
"Of course he wasn't." sighed the high patrician, in defeat.
"He was not lying about the legendary weapon, nor the boy's age, however," Alexander recalled. "Perhaps I'll see him this semester at Mythorus Academy…," he mused, mildly interested. "If he's as powerful as the snake claims, then he's bound to be where the strongest learn to become even stronger."
"If you do, keep an eye on him," High Patrician Patrick stated, as Alex only nodded in response. "If he's got the backing of House Morpheus, than chances are, he's got the backing of House Luminaris and their allies. We do not know just whom could be called to House Lumianris's banners, as they're so new, but their might is great, even if they aren't known explicitly for their might on the battle field as they are their innate healing abilities. And, from what I know, House Ausar are awfully closely aligned with House Luminaris, so we cannot afford to insult two great houses by rashly hunting the boy… At least, not without confirmation that we wouldn't, I suppose…".
"No, we can not, but we can investigate," Alexander suggested. "If he has such treasures, perhaps he is from a Lost House — We'd be fools not to learn more about him."
"Do so, but only at your own discretion," said Patrick, cautioningly. "We cannot afford our allies to find out about him if he really is from a Lost House, then he's a key to a Lost Realm, and we can use him to gain control over said realm."
"Yes, father. By your will, it shall be done," Alexander said. And, with a bow, Alexander vanished into a cloud of white smoke and feathers, leaving Patrick alone upon his throne in ponderance.
"A Lost House, huh?" Patrick wondered. "I'll have your realm soon, boy, whomever you are. Mark my words. Your treasures shall be mine."