Nurvati
Episode 76: Love Is Flattered into Hatred.
Time slowly helps to shape reality, calamity for the young man, whose beautiful body, handsome face, stout body, now kneeling in a cry of despair he has fallen into a curse, fading his perfect body into the form of Satan, letting the Goddess again point to someone to be his food in hell.
And in an incomprehensible sentence, in a sentence that did not come from Princess Kerisia, He hummed.
“*I have obtained blood from the people .. oh, I sing death desperate to find a friend in hell .. flattered love becomes hate .. I prostrate myself ... my messengers are in Hell*...”
Somehow Princess Kerisia spoke so, but with the passage of time, the drops of blood that in fact were Adofo's tears slowly she changed shape, her skin blistered into magma red, her heart slowly hurt terribly, she was very sick, his soul coldly began to be ignored, his blood seemed to be turbulent, his net was blood red, flames started to gnaw at his beautiful body.
“Why ... I, hiks ... why am I the one suffering?” adofo's sigh looked at his hands hinting at the end of suffering.
The ideal of upholding his justice has killed him himself, his struggle has now become mere nonsense, his family who died only in vain, all the mockery of society is now so do'a-do'a that forms the curse, the curse, all his deeds become offerings to the Goddess of the Four Horns. Serving Him is the top priority.
“Temple, it's okay ..you will return to serve me .. because what is created from the realm of Hell, will return to Hell ...,” said Putri Kerisia who kept looking forward at the butterfly Fairy and not the slightest look of her face changed, remained flat but implied calmness.
Surrender there, all have been won the princess of the West, from head to toe, now Adofo has changed form, became the son of Satan belongs to Princess Kerisia, the daughter of the Queen, who always served only Princess Kerisia, who obeyed only Princess Kerisia.
And strange sentences reverberated, humming filling the peaceful atmosphere, breaking the tension of the strange happenings.
“Blessed is He who created Hell, oh, no one understands Hell if all do not go to Hell ... and I'll make the whole universe hell.”
That sunny day, a young man had fallen into failure, his suffering in self-sacrifice for his family now belonged to the Four Horned Goddess, who was the, he who hunts for justice so high now falls into prolonged anguish, he who passes time in the hope of victory falls for misery.
Adofo who failed had to lament his struggle that was not a victory, and a bright day in this sadness was in fact a victory for Princess Kerisia.
His destiny was used in a wrong move, Adofo died by himself trying to oppose the ruler, his wounds never healed, he was in a prolonged curse. Desired for wanting more than the ruler.
The tragic end of a young man who fights for justice, but is instead judged by the darkness of destiny's legacy. And after that, Princess Kerisia always showed sweet hope to the commoners. Giving offerings that satiate the eyes but even destroy slowly.
Because for Princess Kerisia herself the social pyramid must remain glorified, without which greedy commoners would be difficult to manage.
The Princess of Kerisia is now back to live her day as a ruler, in this war there are indeed many commoners who ask for various things. Some want peace, some want the kingdom dissolved, some want the whole door of nature closed and there are others.
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Following the time passed, in the next three months, on a clear day in a calm mood, Princess Kerisia went to the South, Prince Awarta's parents wanted to talk to Princess Kerisia, who was the only one in the South, prince of Awarta.
To go to another kingdom, it is enough to visit the teleportation door between kingdoms and only royal members are entitled to use it.
The room with clumps of clouds, a room relieved by made of diamond stones, the ceiling is elevated with a crystal wall lamp that lights in the dark and the floor is made of 'Rainbow' marble', there are three clouds here, two of which have been occupied by the king and queen of the Southern Cloud, and Princess Kerisia unceremoniously sits on one of the clouds facing them.
The four named Princess Kerisia as a tribute to the two parents of Prince Awarta. And the parents of Prince Awarta raised the right hand to the head by facing the palm of the hand on Princess Kerisia, as a respect back to the princess of the West.
Eve was very comfortable, serene and covered in peace.
The form of the king and queen of the South seemed to glow with two bright white wings, they always used their royal robes, which had a crescent moon symbol on the chest of the robe. They sit by folding both legs, erecting the body and resting on two hands on the thighs. Sit posing like dignified people.
Except for Princess Kerisia who sits with her dangling to two feet down because it is a bit troublesome to sit folding legs with the design of her dress like that, but still sitting upright as a respectable woman.
Still calm without a hypocritical smile in the flat face of Princess Kerisia. But the aura of elegance still radiates intensely exciting anyone who looks at it, plus a red dress shades of Ruby that further adds to its beauty.
The initial conversation contains mere formality; asking for news. And then the question of true topicality; questioning the togetherness of Prince Awarta with Princess Kerisia.
It was a pity, Princess Kerisia forgot how to smile, making her friendly value drop. But he said, “I am with the prince just a casual talk, then the prince went to perfect his Self-Resigning knowledge ... Your Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen have found out?”
A sentence that was completely unexpected to the king and queen of the Clouds because after all, they did not know, even since the departure of her son alone the communication had been cut off.
“We just found out,” said the queen who was astonished to contain innuendo.
“Do you know where he is? I have tried to use the science of Tracker but the results are nil ...,” timpal the king whose recognition must be considered fact.
The view is still relaxed, both hands hold the face of the knee, Princess Kerisia remains steadfast and beautiful, while answering, “I also do not know its existence, but .. prince may appear in a different form.”
“Show in different forms?” wonder the queen, who however she is still only a mother who misses her child.
“It was just a visual in my dream alone .. sorry,” Princess Kerisia who took the time to lower her head as a sign of feeling wrong.
The king and queen were only worried because the plan was that Prince Awarta would give word if a hundred years left, or if he died, supposedly the body of Prince Awarta can be traced by the wisdom of the King of the Clouds who have reached the level of 30, unless hidden in the realm of Gods or Office of Angels. That's plan.
Due to the fact that two loyal guards of Prince Awarta have been killed and they do not know where the prince went.
Ask the queen. “Princess ... do you like Prince Awarta?”
A question that is actually a bit presumptuous, but in fact in an atmosphere like this the sass does not feel applicable. A relaxed atmosphere and no awkwardness. Princess Kerisia remained relaxed in her graceful image gesture.