Novel & Cerita Ars Goetia

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

Aria POV The moment Ares steps into the clearing, the forest holds its breath. Not metaphorically literally. The wind dies. The branches stop swaying. Even the distant hum of insects fades into nothing. It’s as if the world knows who he is before he fully remembers it. Gold floods outward from his feet, tracing ancient sigils through the soil not random, not chaotic. A pattern. A language older than the goddess herself. My heartbeat stumbles. Those symbols…

The arcane, alien figures did not look at us, eyes gutted and blind, salt in their mouth, for they were the dead. Skadhi's Bow was merciless above, and Mani's moon was a fingernail, scratching at the surface of the night. I sat and watched them, ageless, cast out - cursed. Yolanda stirred in my arms, and in silent remembrance, we watched the milky stars of Audhumla pour forth from the Great Mother Auroch's udders. We cross ourselves with Uhruz, rune of the ox. Yolanda had bitter grapes in her mouth. She spat out dirt and sand. Suddenly, I felt dry clay and earth on my own palate, and spat it out in repulsion.

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

“Stop it. I don’t want to hear this.” “You can deny it aloud until your throat is raw,” Aria continued, her purple eyes glowing brighter. “But the truth is written in our marrow. It is etched into the stars.” “He’s too cold,” Arielle hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and denial. “He is merciless. He is Alpha Ethan, the devil himself, a man who rules through fear and iron.” “There is a bond between you and the 'Alpha,'” Aria said, pacing within Arielle’s subconscious. “A bond blessed by the Great Goddess herself. It is a tether of gold and fire. You cannot sever it simply because you are afraid of the heat.”

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

Surrounding the tree were three distinct pedestals, each adorned with symbols representing the trio – a flame for Aria, a sword for Caelum, and a crescent moon for Liora. Intrigued, Aria approached her pedestal, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the flame symbol. The moment her fingers brushed against it, a blinding light enveloped the clearing. When it subsided, Aria, Caelum, and Liora found themselves separated, each standing in a different landscape, facing a mirror reflection of themselves. The reflections had a sinister aura, their eyes glowing an eerie red.

’’ ----- ‘’If I were just as high as him, I will laugh at him in the face for humiliating himself, what is he doing…’’ TSSSS TSSSSSS The ‘’above’’ roars in loud earth-shocking sound, much louder than the thunder that were created when Aracel forged the sky and inked it purple. The lightnings that trigger the powerful thunders are crawling in the clouds with its heavenly light. These all happens below a construct of stones carried by a ramming of clouds. An engraving of text is also there placed in a stone saying ‘’ Deo mont siev Aracel agnus yon yo adre ti’’ which can be deciphered to as ‘’Here lives the cloudsmith, Sky god Aracel.’’ And beside these very words, an image is carved.