Having flown above the clouds for 2 days straight on the back of his dragon, Veyne has dawned his knightmare armor. A bulky boney amor with black power emanating from it. His gauntlets are covered in screaming faces that appear to move. On his head he wears a modified version of Balgorth's face, a pale decrepit skull mask with red eyes with a shorter blood crown that pieces his hood. All his equipment is designed and made by himself based on existing ultimate gear from throughout history.
Veyne raises his hands and green astral chains appear already wrapping around Necrothrix.
"DOWN!"
He says in a metallic voice. The dragon starts a dive bomb straight down as clouds rush past them. Touching the clouds with the other hand as they dive, he starts to corrupt the whiteness of the sky. Turning the clouds pitch black.
From the ground outside the Divine Council headquarters guards and gardeners alike watch as day turns to night with the spreading of darkness above. Thunder rumbles in the clouds as staff run inside in a panic to inform the councilmen of Veyne Moregrove's arrival. After only a few seconds, a field begins to surround the building. Pulsing with bright white light a divine barrier envelops the area and glows so much that its beams pierce the blackened clouds. Continuing to fall Necrothrix is unfazed by the light as they speed closer and closer to the ground. Just before they impact, Nercothrix spreads its wings and lets out a bellowing roar from each of its heads. Dust and rocks fly out as they touch down.
Veyne lets go of his astra chains and the dragon bows its middle head to let its master down. Disembarking from his mount, Veyne turns back pointing to the sky and says in his demonic voice.
"Shiad-nafic-toosax"
The great dragon flies off into the sky, leaving Veyne alone, standing inches from the pulsing barrier. He spreads his arms out wide and declares.
"You ask and I come, but this is how you greet me?! Expending such magic just to cower away in your little hall of rules. Drop this facade and quit wasting my time!"
The shield breaks apart and fades away as guards in white and gold clad armor rush out of the building hoisting spears at their sides. 30 men surround Veyne and point their weapons at him. Ignoring the guards and looking beyond them, Veyne spots a lady with long wispy blonde hair flowing down to her ankles. She exits the building and walks down the entrance stairs towards him. An aura of light hums around her. Just from looking, Veyne can tell exactly who she is. Everything from her uniform to her giant blade she has strapped to her back. This is the leader of the Divine Enforcers, S rank Realmforger Elaina Darven. She scoffs at the sight of Veyne but reluctantly continues walking toward him. With a taunting tone Veyne says to her.
"Little Laina Darven. It's been awhile, around 10 years right? How'd daddy's little sidekick, still trying to change that affinity of yours to match papa? Speaking of which, where is that sack of a man?"
"Shut your mouth or I shall rearrange your insides beyond even your capability to fix!" I must say I am surprised you showed your rotten mug here at all."
"Ha, and how do you know it is even I who stands before you and not one of my minions?"
"Oh I can tell, old man. That's you."
She says as her eyes narrow and turn bright yellow as if two miniature suns were burning with a magical furry.
"Clearly you're not the same girl who arrogantly tried fighting me all those years ago. I'm curious Elaina, with your current abilities, do you think you'd stand a chance?"
She begins to grab the hilt of her blade and take a ready stance. Magical aura blasting out from her. Grinning, she taunts back.
"Why don't you summon a skeleton to fight for you old man, isn't that what you do? It may have a better chance than you would!"
Veyne lifts his head back and looks down his nose at the woman. He lowers both his hands to his sides, palms facing out. Matching Elaina and her aura by causing the ground to violently shake beneath them. A nervous look comes across her face as the surrounding men all step back or fall over. He retorts back.
"Not a bad idea young lady. Perhaps I'll take your advice. An army or two may quench your arrogance. SUMMON UN-"
"SILENCE!"
A booming voice reverberates from the entrance. The shaking stops as Veyne shifts his attention to the voice. An old man stands atop the entrance stairs. His short grey hair and moustache match the disapproved look on his face. The fallen soldiers get back to their feet and stand at attention.
"I trust even someone as indifferent as you was surely not going to fight on these sacred grounds. Elaina, escort this abomination into the council chambers so we may get on with this."
The old man turns back to the door while whispering to himself. But before entering he takes a second to look back at Veyne. Veyne swears he could see a slight smirk on the old man's face. Something about that has left him deeply unnerved. The guards follow suit by making two lines leading into the hall.
"Please follow me in."
Says a begrudgingly passive Elaina. Walking behind her, Veyne subtly analyses each guard. Looking like he was right to be suspicious as each soldier is an A rank Realmforger from the Divine Enforcers. This many high ranking soldiers from a faction like the Divine Enforcers, would only gather in one place for a dragons den raid level event. Fortunately, there is no one more prepared in this world than Veyne himself. For in his castle lay countless backups for any occurrence, any magic and even death itself. Duskhold is also a near impenetrable fortress. It would take an army of skilled men just to breach the gate. Having spent many years inventing and preparing for anything gives Veyne the strength to walk in, unfazed.
After being escorted through walkways and halls they make it to the centre chamber. The massive hollowed out marble hall houses 16 thrones. Each with a member of the council sitting on them. The Divine Council is made up of people from all stages of life, both male and female, young and old. Even an infant lay on the 16th seat.
An elegant lady sits next to the middle seat and stands up to wait for Veyne to be escorted to the center of the room before she starts to speak.
"Fellow council delegates, before us stands Veyne Moregrove. An S rank Realmforger for whom we have spoken at length about."
"Any of you 'delegates' want to tell me why you've been pestering me for months and why you're so geared to the teeth just for me?"
Another younger male further down from the lady stands up and shouts.
"This is your trial, demon!"