The Heavenly Table の小説・ストーリー

No support poles held up the ceiling—instead, the black fabric seemed suspended by an invisible force, rippling occasionally like the surface of dark water. At the centre stood a circular table of obsidian, its surface so polished it reflected their faces with perfect clarity. Seven chairs surrounded it—four on one side, three on the other. The godking had already claimed the central seat on the far side, Chancellor Hellden taking position to his right. The third chair remained empty. "Please," the godking said, gesturing to the empty seats. "Make yourselves comfortable."

Chapter 54 The Gift The Halo deck shimmered to life, its holographic projections weaving a breathtaking tapestry of color and light. Niklaus and Kie had chosen a Starlit night: a view from Heaven. It was amazing it seemed like you were walking on thin air among the stars in the Heavens.

Finally, they arrive at a grand dining hall, the space dominated by an enormous ebony table laden with a feast fit for kings. Damon pushes open the heavy doors to the dining hall, revealing a cavernous space lit by candelabras that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. The long table stretches before them, its surface a riot of colors from the exotic dishes and goblets that seem to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. A chorus of demonic voices rises in greeting as Damon leads Hazel into the room, their laughter echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Demons of various shapes and sizes mill about, some lounging on thrones or perched atop pedestals, while others flit between the tables like malevol

That afternoon, the sun in Florentine was just right. The antiques shop was perfectly quiet and serene, with only the minuscule sounds being made from the repair work being done at the work table. When the windchimes rang, I didn't even raise my head. "Sorry, we aren't taking any more orders today." The footsteps didn't leave, only coming closer and stopping right in front of my table. A shadow cast itself over me, bringing with it the familiar scent of tobacco.

Just on sight I can tell that this Alpha has the finest of everything and expects the best for himself and his pack. Each table is draped in thick black tablecloths with a tall vase holding floating candles and filled with clear glass that reflects the light. String lights and fabric are draped elegantly from the ceiling and there are white and purple flowers on every available surface. Everything is ornate and beautiful but not gaudy. Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Pandora murmurs as she steps beside me. I nod slowly. “It’s… ethereal.” She chuckles. “Wait till you see the inside. We call it Heaven on Earth. That’s why all prestigious celebrations are held here.” We walk in together, our dresses brushing softly against the polished stone floor. The moment we cross the entrance, a soft gasp escapes me before I know it. The hall is enormous. The ceiling stretches impossibly high, crafted from crystal glass and rare marble pillars that shimmer under golden light. The roof above has been drawn open for the festival, leaving a wide circle that reveals the night sky in full glory.

"Wait, can we just sit anywhere we like? Although there are no names assigned…" "Of course not," Tia spoke right then. "Hadn't you noticed? No one's sitting at the eight tables at the center, and the spirit beast steaks served there are higher grade than the other tables." Hearing that, Caleb, Fafnir and Oxley all returned and saw that it was true—the spirit beast steaks on the center eight tables were exuding a stronger Reiki. Countless youths were staring at it and salivating too, but none of them were taking seats.

**BLOODMOON PACK – GRAND DINING HALL, EVENING** The long oak table shimmered under the light of a hundred candles and crystal chandeliers. Platters of roasted meats, herb-crusted lamb, fresh berries, honeyed fruits, and rich wines stretched from end to end. Soft music from a small string quartet floated through the air, but the real tension hummed beneath every polite smile.

That was until a necklace with a lone black feather trapped in a transparent blue stone was brought to the table. "This is a promise necklace." The man said to the crowds, but he did not get much reaction, unlike the previous items. They might think this was just some cheap necklace they bought from a market. "This necklace is from another realm, and it belongs to the strongest demon to ever existed. This may sound unreal, but believe me. This is the most priceless item we have tonight."