Rivertown: The Prequel (Part 10)

 

Me: As everyone made their way to the eldritch realm where the gods above the council resides, Ezrathil sees Silas and Oblivion there too, and what remained of his demigod children, which were about only 5, out of the dozens he had sired. The three gods of all gods, the gods above council, appeared and the court went into session. Ezrathil wonders how will the trial go. The gods spoke of the crimes Ezrathil committed, but also mentioned that his skill sets he had used in the past has tied in everything in the fabric of time that they cannot execute him for fear of undoing all his good work and tear the fabric of time. The three gods decided that they will banish Ezrathil into the deepest darkest far corners of the eldritch realm, and he will never see the light of day ever again, and his demigod children will have their memories of him wiped and dispersed into mortal families to live without knowing their lineage. Ezrathil watched as his demigod children have their memories wiped, and they disappeared into thin air as the gods sent them off to the mortal realm. They then decreed that Silas, who took Ezrathil's side, be stripped of his fey blood and live as a mortal, and also has his memory wiped, never to remember Ezrathil ever again. 

 

In the sacred halls of the eldritch realm, where the gods above the council held sway over divine matters, a somber procession unfolded. Ezrathil, escorted by the celestial forces, cast a pensive glance around, taking stock of the gathered assembly. Silas and Oblivion, steadfast companions in the cosmic journey, stood among the onlookers.

As the cosmic currents stirred with anticipation, Ezrathil's gaze fell upon the remnants of his once-numerous demigod progeny—now reduced to a mere handful, a poignant testament to the toll exacted by the tumultuous events that had transpired. The ethereal presence of his surviving demigod children, a meager testament to their resilience, carried the echoes of a saga marked by sacrifice and strife.

The eldritch realm, a tapestry woven with the threads of destinies, bore witness to the convergence of gods and demigods, each carrying their burdens and destinies. The cosmic stage, set for a trial that transcended mortal understanding, awaited the unfolding drama that would shape the course of divine existence.

As the hallowed halls of the eldritch realm resonated with a divine presence, the gods above the council manifested—a trinity of cosmic beings, the arbiters of destinies and the overseers of divine order. The cosmic court, now in session, held the fate of Ezrathil in its ethereal grasp.

Ezrathil, flanked by the celestial forces, stood amidst the assembly, his eldritch gaze shifting between the gods above the council. The cosmic currents pulsed with an anticipatory energy as the trial unfolded, a celestial drama that would determine the course of divine existence.

Uncertainty lingered in the air as Ezrathil wondered how the cosmic scales would tip in the intricate dance of cosmic justice. The gods above the council, beings of unparalleled wisdom and power, would weigh the threads of his actions against the fabric of celestial order.

The eldritch realm, a witness to the celestial theater, stood poised for the revelation of divine judgment—a revelation that would echo through the cosmic expanse and etch its mark upon the tapestry of gods and demigods alike.

The gods above the council, their voices resonating like celestial echoes, addressed the assembled court. They spoke of Ezrathil's transgressions, unraveling the threads of his actions in the intricate tapestry of divine judgment. However, as the cosmic revelations unfolded, a paradox emerged—a delicate interweaving of his misdeeds with the very fabric of time.

While the gods acknowledged the gravity of Ezrathil's crimes, they also recognized the intricate skill sets he had employed in the past. These skills, woven into the fabric of time, had created a complex tapestry where every thread was delicately connected. The gods, in their celestial wisdom, hesitated to execute divine judgment, for fear that undoing his actions might tear the very fabric of time itself.

The eldritch realm, suspended in the delicate balance between justice and cosmic consequence, bore witness to a divine dilemma. The gods, custodians of temporal order, grappled with the realization that Ezrathil's deeds, however tainted, had become an integral part of the cosmic continuum—a dilemma that echoed through the celestial halls, leaving the fate of the trickster god in a state of enigmatic uncertainty.

In the cosmic judgment rendered by the gods above the council, a solemn decree emerged. Ezrathil, the trickster god whose actions had entwined with the very fabric of time, faced a fate befitting the intricacies of his deeds. The celestial proclamation echoed through the eldritch realm.

Ezrathil, deemed unworthy of the divine light, was sentenced to be banished into the deepest, darkest far corners of the eldritch realm. There, he would dwell in perpetual shadows, forever severed from the cosmic tapestry of divine existence.

To further ensure the unraveling of his legacy, the gods declared that his demigod children would have their memories of him wiped clean. Scattered across mortal families, these demigods would live unaware of their celestial lineage, their destinies entwined with the mundane threads of mortal existence.

The cosmic currents, now tinged with the echoes of a divine decree, carried the weight of an eternal banishment—a fate that consigned Ezrathil to the shadows and dispersed his legacy among the unknowing mortals. The eldritch realm, witness to the celestial judgment, embraced the echoes of an enigmatic fate that would resonate through the cosmic expanse for eons to come.

In the cosmic aftermath of the gods' decree, Ezrathil stood witness to the poignant unraveling of his legacy. His demigod children, once vibrant embodiments of celestial lineage, had their memories wiped clean, and like ephemeral wisps, they vanished into the cosmic currents, destined for lives in the mortal realm devoid of their divine heritage.

Silas, the loyal companion who had stood by Ezrathil's side, faced a fate equally profound. The gods, in their austere judgment, stripped him of his fey blood, rendering him mortal. As a final stroke, his memories of Ezrathil were wiped away, leaving him bereft of the cosmic bonds that once tied him to the trickster god.

The eldritch realm, shrouded in the aftermath of celestial decisions, bore witness to the dispersion of memories and the dissolution of divine ties. The echoes of cosmic judgment resonated through the ethereal expanse, marking the end of an era for Ezrathil and those entwined with his celestial destiny.