There may be some triggering and disturbing content. Please exercise caution.
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The Sun God Shamash; The God of justice; The God of judgment.
He symbolised the law. He discriminated loyalty with impartial eyesight. He held the heavenly shield in one hand and the sword of Shamash in the other.
All the wicked, as well as those who violate the oath, would be condemned by him.
When he became the Priest of Shamash, he knelt under the tall statue and took the sceptre given to him by his guide.
He held the sceptre and swore under the Sun God.
I will enforce the law firmly.
I will abide by justice and order.
I will judge everything fairly.
At the cost of my life and souI, I will guard the teachings of Shamash—
The Priest of Shamash; The priest of the Sun, was impartial and powerful.
This was the case with Ziemuer.
He was an upright and stern person. Only a few people could see the emotions of ordinary people on his face. He handled things rationally and calmly, and had never been swayed by personal feelings.
…
“Ziemuer, I’m done!”
The white parchment was lifted in front of his eyes. The teenager holding it tilted his head, and half of his face was exposed from behind the parchment. There was still a bit of childishness that remained on his face.
Under the golden hair that flowed like sunlight, the teenager’s eyes curled up like a crescent arc.
The young teenager looked at him with expectant eyes.
He glanced lightly and said, “Not good.”
The young teenager with gleaming eyes suddenly wilted and was like a little squirrel pulling its ears down.
He added, “However, it is better than last time.”
The teenager’s eyes lit up again, his golden eyes were like the sun in the sky.
He stood there and smiled brightly at him. The sun was bathing upon the child, like a faint halo of light on the child’s cage.
He smiled at him, and he looked at him with trust in his eyes.
This young Prince seemed to have the glory of the sun.
The child he nurtured.
He looked at the little child, in front of him, growing up little by little.
Like a seedling holding his hand, he pulled out the green branches and leaves little by little.
…
“Are you really going to die with that Prince?”
That day, the man who came to him asked.
That person was a companion who studied with him when he was young, but later, he chose to become the Priest of Shamash, and that person chose to become the Priest of the Night God
This Priest of the Night God had already become another prince’s confidant a long ago.
This person came here to persuade him to join under the command of Prince Heimos.
He was silent.
“Think about it, how can that weak Prince possibly sit on the throne?”
“A long time ago, when King Camos asked you to choose, didn’t you also choose to teach His Royal Highness Heimos?”
“So, this is not a betrayal, but just implementing your own choice,” The man said, “Prince Garlan can’t win His Royal Highness.”
He was silent for a long time, then answered.
“……You’re right.”
Garlan couldn’t beat Heimos.
Everybody knew.
He also knew it.
He said, “He cannot beat Heimos.”
It was a cruel path, full of blood and thorns to the throne.
That kid can’t do it.
But Heimos was walking down that road.
Therefore, the throne must ultimately belong to Heimos.
“Right? So you are optimistic about His Royal Highness, aren’t you?”
The man inquired with a smile.
“Only His Royal Highness is qualified and best suited to sit on the throne.”
“…”
He closed his eyes and didn’t answer.
Yes.
Prince Heimos was very powerful, incomparably powerful. Today and at this moment, even King Camos could no longer suppress this terrifying man, who was like a fierce beast.
A long time ago, he also thought that only people who were excellent and powerful enough were qualified to sit on the throne.
But now, he finally understood that this was not the case.
Sitting on the throne required more than just being strong.
Heimos was very strong, but his heart was too narrow, so narrow that it only contained himself.
Although Garlan was weak, he had a broad mind. He placed a lot of people in his heart, and his gentle heart also made him willing to guard and watch over everyone.
Heimos’ vision was so narrow that he could only see himself.
He wanted the throne for himself.
He wouldn’t suppress himself, and would only obey his own desires, achieving all his desires as he pleased.
Because to him, nothing matters except himself. Even the whole Aaron Landis didn’t matter.
… He vaguely saw the shadow under Prince Heimos’ feet, the darkness entwining him.
It seemed an invisible omen.
When Heimos ascended to the throne, his majesty might lead Aaron Landis to a terrible abyss instead of prosperity.
And the child he cared for was about to become the first sacrifice—
…No.
This won’t do.
He opened his eyes and looked at his childhood friend.
He said, “Okay.”
…
“You can’t beat Heimos.”
That day, he said to Garlan.
He saw the child’s wide-open eyes and looked at him with unbelievable eyes.
He seemed to be able to see something shattered in an instant in those golden eyes.
There seemed to be something torn apart in the depths of the teenager’s eyes. He stood looking at him, his face covered with helplessness.
At that time, he wanted to reach out and touch the child’s head as before.
But this was not possible.
【You can’t beat Heimos. 】
You’ll die in his hands.
So, it’s up to me.
Even if I betray my faith.
I want you to live, live on the throne.
…
You are the Priest of Shamash. Fairness and justice are your beliefs.
When you tell a lie, you will abandon the way of Shamash.
When you lie, your faith will be destroyed.
Your soul will fall into hell and be burned by fire forever.
…
“Ziemuer, you have violated the oath of allegiance to His Highness Heimos. As a Priest of Shamash, you have told a lie. You’ve abandoned your faith. What qualifications do you have to say that you serve Shamash—”
He couldn’t hear what the person behind him was saying.
His mind was blank at this moment.
The teenager leaned quietly in his arms, as if sleeping, but there was blood oozing from the corners of his eyes and lips slowly slid across the pale face that was still somewhat childish.
The eyelashes that were as light as a cicada’s wings trembled slightly in the wind, like the traces of the last life that had passed away.
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
He didn’t know what he was doing, and just vaguely felt that there was something in the deepest part of his body cracking apart.
What came to his mind was the way the child looked at him when he passed away.
Countless and terrifying things came out from the depths of the body, stirring, as if tearing his whole being little by little.
The body of the person in his arms was getting colder, bit by bit, together with his heart…
…
Even if I abandon my faith, and abandon everything.
I also want to protect you.
But even if I had given up everything.
I still failed to protect you.
He closed his eyes.
O great Shamash, all sins belong to me.
I will bear the sin that the Prince committed when he was young.
Please bring his soul into the Kingdom of God…
…
…
In that emptiness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching, observing everything that happened after that.
Those eyes were filled with confusion.
Was this what happened after he died in that life?
…Ziemuer didn’t abandon him…He actually kept protecting him…Was it true?
But why was he shown this scene?
In bewilderment, he saw Heimos pull out the long sword from his waist.
The sharp blade was raised in Heimos’ hand.
No.
Heimos, no!
He wanted to stop him, wanted to prevent him. He yelled with all his strength, wanting the man to stop.
But all this was in the past, something that has happened in the past.
He could only watch, and couldn’t do anything.
He could only watch the sharp sword in Heimos’ hand that had drunk the blood of countless people gleaming in the sun with a frightening cold light.
Stop…Stop!
You’ve killed me, let him go!
No one could hear his voice, no one could hear him.
He could only see Ziemuer holding his body and kneeling there in a daze without any consciousness.
He could only watch Heimos’ hands fall heavily.
The sharp blade penetrated Ziemuer’s chest in an instant—
Heimos!!!
…
As the sun was setting, the horizon was red, and it was a burning cloud. The sun that was about to set casted a golden-red light diagonally down the ground, shining in through the window.
The red sunset light fell on the face of the blond-haired child lying quietly on the bed.
Suddenly, the child opened his eyes.
He stretched his hand forcefully into the air. It was as if trying to grab something that didn’t exist, and his fingertips were tightened to the extreme.
His enlarged pupils trembled violently, and his mouth was open, as if to gasp, but his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to breathe or make any sound.
“Garlan?”
Someone walked quickly, grabbed his hand, and called his name nervously.
Garlan turned his head.
In the next second, his pupils shrank sharply.
The familiar face in his eyes blanked his mind.
He could no longer think.
Heimos!
Only this name remained in his mind.
It was almost an instinct of the body. He supported his elbows, sat up sideways, reached out to Heimos’ waist, and pulled out the dagger tied to the other’s belt.
Pulling the dagger out of its sheath, he stared at Heimos fiercely, and stabbed the dagger at him fiercely——
There was a crisp sound.
The dagger pierced the metal bracelet, making a sharp metal crash.
Almost at the moment Garlan raised his hand to stab the dagger over, Heimos raised his hand, and the metal cuff on his wrist blocked the piercing sword tip.
In the next second, he backhanded and grabbed Garlan’s right wrist holding the dagger.
Just a little bit of force, the intense pain caused Garlan to let go of his hand.
The dagger fell and was caught by Heimos’ other hand.
Heimos clasped Garlan’s right wrist and slammed him back on the bed.
Garlan’s back hit the bed and there was a loud bang in the room.
At the same moment when he was overwhelmed by Heimos on the bed, the white blade of the dagger recaptured by Heimos was against his throat.
With a little effort, he could cut his throat.
Everything happened in an instant.
From the moment Garland drew his sword and stabbed towards Heimos, until Heimos pressed it back on the bed and put a dagger against his throat.
This series of actions happened in just two seconds.
Everything was the instinctive response of Heimos’ body. After waiting for two seconds, he reacted and looked at the scene in front of him with a stunned expression on his face.
“Garlan?…Did you have a nightmare?”
He asked suspiciously.
The child who was pressed on the bed stared at him with wide eyes. At first, he was at a loss. As if he hadn’t recovered from his dream, his eyes showed confusion.
After that gaze was cleared up, he looked at him as if he had understood something. Suddenly his eyes blinked and a series of tears fell continuously.
The sudden tears instantly made Heimos rush into puzzlement.
He drew back the dagger against Garlan’s neck in a panic, and also released his clasped on the other’s hand.
“This is a battle reaction formed after physical training. I didn’t want to do anything to you, but my body reacted too fast and I couldn’t control it…”
Garlan did not answer.
He opened his eyes, those big golden eyes were soaked. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and it was all a mess.
He bit his lower lip tightly without making a sound, but the tears in his eyes watching Heimos kept falling steadily and violently.
Although he didn’t speak, and didn’t say a word, his eyes made others feel distressed.
“Don’t be afraid, Garlan.”
Was he scared by nightmares?
Or was he scared by the dagger that was against his throat just now?
Heimos thought.
“Don’t be afraid. Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”
He said softly, and his hand gently stroked Garlan’s forehead.
He said, “No matter what happens, I won’t hurt you.”
There may be some triggering and disturbing content. Please exercise caution.
-Unedited-
The Sun God Shamash; The God of justice; The God of judgment.
He symbolised the law. He discriminated loyalty with impartial eyesight. He held the heavenly shield in one hand and the sword of Shamash in the other.
All the wicked, as well as those who violate the oath, would be condemned by him.
When he became the Priest of Shamash, he knelt under the tall statue and took the sceptre given to him by his guide.
He held the sceptre and swore under the Sun God.
I will enforce the law firmly.
I will abide by justice and order.
I will judge everything fairly.
At the cost of my life and souI, I will guard the teachings of Shamash—
The Priest of Shamash; The priest of the Sun, was impartial and powerful.
This was the case with Ziemuer.
He was an upright and stern person. Only a few people could see the emotions of ordinary people on his face. He handled things rationally and calmly, and had never been swayed by personal feelings.
…
“Ziemuer, I’m done!”
The white parchment was lifted in front of his eyes. The teenager holding it tilted his head, and half of his face was exposed from behind the parchment. There was still a bit of childishness that remained on his face.
Under the golden hair that flowed like sunlight, the teenager’s eyes curled up like a crescent arc.
The young teenager looked at him with expectant eyes.
He glanced lightly and said, “Not good.”
The young teenager with gleaming eyes suddenly wilted and was like a little squirrel pulling its ears down.
He added, “However, it is better than last time.”
The teenager’s eyes lit up again, his golden eyes were like the sun in the sky.
He stood there and smiled brightly at him. The sun was bathing upon the child, like a faint halo of light on the child’s cage.
He smiled at him, and he looked at him with trust in his eyes.
This young Prince seemed to have the glory of the sun.
The child he nurtured.
He looked at the little child, in front of him, growing up little by little.
Like a seedling holding his hand, he pulled out the green branches and leaves little by little.
…
“Are you really going to die with that Prince?”
That day, the man who came to him asked.
That person was a companion who studied with him when he was young, but later, he chose to become the Priest of Shamash, and that person chose to become the Priest of the Night God
This Priest of the Night God had already become another prince’s confidant a long ago.
This person came here to persuade him to join under the command of Prince Heimos.
He was silent.
“Think about it, how can that weak Prince possibly sit on the throne?”
“A long time ago, when King Camos asked you to choose, didn’t you also choose to teach His Royal Highness Heimos?”
“So, this is not a betrayal, but just implementing your own choice,” The man said, “Prince Garlan can’t win His Royal Highness.”
He was silent for a long time, then answered.
“……You’re right.”
Garlan couldn’t beat Heimos.
Everybody knew.
He also knew it.
He said, “He cannot beat Heimos.”
It was a cruel path, full of blood and thorns to the throne.
That kid can’t do it.
But Heimos was walking down that road.
Therefore, the throne must ultimately belong to Heimos.
“Right? So you are optimistic about His Royal Highness, aren’t you?”
The man inquired with a smile.
“Only His Royal Highness is qualified and best suited to sit on the throne.”
“…”
He closed his eyes and didn’t answer.
Yes.
Prince Heimos was very powerful, incomparably powerful. Today and at this moment, even King Camos could no longer suppress this terrifying man, who was like a fierce beast.
A long time ago, he also thought that only people who were excellent and powerful enough were qualified to sit on the throne.
But now, he finally understood that this was not the case.
Sitting on the throne required more than just being strong.
Heimos was very strong, but his heart was too narrow, so narrow that it only contained himself.
Although Garlan was weak, he had a broad mind. He placed a lot of people in his heart, and his gentle heart also made him willing to guard and watch over everyone.
Heimos’ vision was so narrow that he could only see himself.
He wanted the throne for himself.
He wouldn’t suppress himself, and would only obey his own desires, achieving all his desires as he pleased.
Because to him, nothing matters except himself. Even the whole Aaron Landis didn’t matter.
… He vaguely saw the shadow under Prince Heimos’ feet, the darkness entwining him.
It seemed an invisible omen.
When Heimos ascended to the throne, his majesty might lead Aaron Landis to a terrible abyss instead of prosperity.
And the child he cared for was about to become the first sacrifice—
…No.
This won’t do.
He opened his eyes and looked at his childhood friend.
He said, “Okay.”
…
“You can’t beat Heimos.”
That day, he said to Garlan.
He saw the child’s wide-open eyes and looked at him with unbelievable eyes.
He seemed to be able to see something shattered in an instant in those golden eyes.
There seemed to be something torn apart in the depths of the teenager’s eyes. He stood looking at him, his face covered with helplessness.
At that time, he wanted to reach out and touch the child’s head as before.
But this was not possible.
【You can’t beat Heimos. 】
You’ll die in his hands.
So, it’s up to me.
Even if I betray my faith.
I want you to live, live on the throne.
…
You are the Priest of Shamash. Fairness and justice are your beliefs.
When you tell a lie, you will abandon the way of Shamash.
When you lie, your faith will be destroyed.
Your soul will fall into hell and be burned by fire forever.
…
“Ziemuer, you have violated the oath of allegiance to His Highness Heimos. As a Priest of Shamash, you have told a lie. You’ve abandoned your faith. What qualifications do you have to say that you serve Shamash—”
He couldn’t hear what the person behind him was saying.
His mind was blank at this moment.
The teenager leaned quietly in his arms, as if sleeping, but there was blood oozing from the corners of his eyes and lips slowly slid across the pale face that was still somewhat childish.
The eyelashes that were as light as a cicada’s wings trembled slightly in the wind, like the traces of the last life that had passed away.
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
He didn’t know what he was doing, and just vaguely felt that there was something in the deepest part of his body cracking apart.
What came to his mind was the way the child looked at him when he passed away.
Countless and terrifying things came out from the depths of the body, stirring, as if tearing his whole being little by little.
The body of the person in his arms was getting colder, bit by bit, together with his heart…
…
Even if I abandon my faith, and abandon everything.
I also want to protect you.
But even if I had given up everything.
I still failed to protect you.
He closed his eyes.
O great Shamash, all sins belong to me.
I will bear the sin that the Prince committed when he was young.
Please bring his soul into the Kingdom of God…
…
…
In that emptiness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching, observing everything that happened after that.
Those eyes were filled with confusion.
Was this what happened after he died in that life?
…Ziemuer didn’t abandon him…He actually kept protecting him…Was it true?
But why was he shown this scene?
In bewilderment, he saw Heimos pull out the long sword from his waist.
The sharp blade was raised in Heimos’ hand.
No.
Heimos, no!
He wanted to stop him, wanted to prevent him. He yelled with all his strength, wanting the man to stop.
But all this was in the past, something that has happened in the past.
He could only watch, and couldn’t do anything.
He could only watch the sharp sword in Heimos’ hand that had drunk the blood of countless people gleaming in the sun with a frightening cold light.
Stop…Stop!
You’ve killed me, let him go!
No one could hear his voice, no one could hear him.
He could only see Ziemuer holding his body and kneeling there in a daze without any consciousness.
He could only watch Heimos’ hands fall heavily.
The sharp blade penetrated Ziemuer’s chest in an instant—
Heimos!!!
…
As the sun was setting, the horizon was red, and it was a burning cloud. The sun that was about to set casted a golden-red light diagonally down the ground, shining in through the window.
The red sunset light fell on the face of the blond-haired child lying quietly on the bed.
Suddenly, the child opened his eyes.
He stretched his hand forcefully into the air. It was as if trying to grab something that didn’t exist, and his fingertips were tightened to the extreme.
His enlarged pupils trembled violently, and his mouth was open, as if to gasp, but his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to breathe or make any sound.
“Garlan?”
Someone walked quickly, grabbed his hand, and called his name nervously.
Garlan turned his head.
In the next second, his pupils shrank sharply.
The familiar face in his eyes blanked his mind.
He could no longer think.
Heimos!
Only this name remained in his mind.
It was almost an instinct of the body. He supported his elbows, sat up sideways, reached out to Heimos’ waist, and pulled out the dagger tied to the other’s belt.
Pulling the dagger out of its sheath, he stared at Heimos fiercely, and stabbed the dagger at him fiercely——
There was a crisp sound.
The dagger pierced the metal bracelet, making a sharp metal crash.
Almost at the moment Garlan raised his hand to stab the dagger over, Heimos raised his hand, and the metal cuff on his wrist blocked the piercing sword tip.
In the next second, he backhanded and grabbed Garlan’s right wrist holding the dagger.
Just a little bit of force, the intense pain caused Garlan to let go of his hand.
The dagger fell and was caught by Heimos’ other hand.
Heimos clasped Garlan’s right wrist and slammed him back on the bed.
Garlan’s back hit the bed and there was a loud bang in the room.
At the same moment when he was overwhelmed by Heimos on the bed, the white blade of the dagger recaptured by Heimos was against his throat.
With a little effort, he could cut his throat.
Everything happened in an instant.
From the moment Garland drew his sword and stabbed towards Heimos, until Heimos pressed it back on the bed and put a dagger against his throat.
This series of actions happened in just two seconds.
Everything was the instinctive response of Heimos’ body. After waiting for two seconds, he reacted and looked at the scene in front of him with a stunned expression on his face.
“Garlan?…Did you have a nightmare?”
He asked suspiciously.
The child who was pressed on the bed stared at him with wide eyes. At first, he was at a loss. As if he hadn’t recovered from his dream, his eyes showed confusion.
After that gaze was cleared up, he looked at him as if he had understood something. Suddenly his eyes blinked and a series of tears fell continuously.
The sudden tears instantly made Heimos rush into puzzlement.
He drew back the dagger against Garlan’s neck in a panic, and also released his clasped on the other’s hand.
“This is a battle reaction formed after physical training. I didn’t want to do anything to you, but my body reacted too fast and I couldn’t control it…”
Garlan did not answer.
He opened his eyes, those big golden eyes were soaked. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and it was all a mess.
He bit his lower lip tightly without making a sound, but the tears in his eyes watching Heimos kept falling steadily and violently.
Although he didn’t speak, and didn’t say a word, his eyes made others feel distressed.
“Don’t be afraid, Garlan.”
Was he scared by nightmares?
Or was he scared by the dagger that was against his throat just now?
Heimos thought.
“Don’t be afraid. Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”
He said softly, and his hand gently stroked Garlan’s forehead.
He said, “No matter what happens, I won’t hurt you.”
