THE SPIRITUAL SOVEREIGN : RISE OF THE DIVINE

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The originally cheerful banquet seemed to have come to an end. After Soulis made the prophecy, the mood shifted, and the atmosphere thickened. What had once been the lively chatter of gods and celestial beings now faded, leaving only the occasional sounds of eating from the higher peaks of the sacred mountain. The gods sat in silence, lost in their thoughts.

Gaia, the Earth Mother, was seated in a quiet corner of the divine gathering, her gentle features shadowed by a hint of worry. Her mind was occupied with thoughts of the future and the fate of her child, whose existence seemed forever bound to the trials ahead. The vision Soulis had shared made her uneasy. What help could possibly come from another relative?

Beside her, Ouranos, the Heavenly Father, surveyed the scene with a thoughtful gaze. His attention shifted between the gods assembled in the great hall and the endless horizon of the sea. His gaze occasionally lingered on his brother, Pontos, the primordial god of the sea, whose presence was ever so enigmatic. Pontos' existence, while distant, always loomed in Ouranos' thoughts—this time, the prophecy had invoked a deeper unease in him.

Soulis' cryptic words about "help from another relative" didn't leave Ouranos' mind. The prophecy felt different this time, something he could not ignore. For the first time, he had felt the weight of destiny when Soulis spoke. Unlike the last prophecy, which seemed hollow to Ouranos, this one was grounded, alive with the power of fate itself.

The God King, as ever, was a figure of command and influence, yet his silence now weighed heavily. It was the kind of silence that demanded contemplation, and the gods sensed it. Ouranos, being both cautious and calculating, pondered the true meaning of Soulis' words. If the prophecy was true, then something far greater than they all imagined might be unfolding.

Soulis had spoken of a change, a shift that would reverberate through all their worlds. The gods were curious but cautious. Even the mightiest of them had their reservations. The prophecy had not only foretold an event—it had changed the way they perceived time, fate, and their own roles in the grand scheme of existence.

Soulis, for his part, was calm. He had not yet revealed all his plans, but he knew that his actions tonight would set the course for his rise. His prophecy was not just a gift to the gods but a testament to his own power. As a god of prophecy, Soulis had long known that some truths were too dangerous to be left in the hands of others. This world, this reality, was not as stable as they believed. Only time would reveal how deep the consequences of tonight's decisions would run.

The evening stretched on, and the gods slowly adjusted to the new reality that Soulis had introduced. It was then that Ouranos, breaking his silence, finally remembered his promise.

"Your Highness Soulis," the Heavenly Father spoke, his voice reverberating with authority, yet it carried an underlying respect. "Before you made your prophecy, I swore to you that I would fulfill your request. A promise made as the King of the Gods…"

Soulis' attention snapped to the God King, who stood from his seat, his posture commanding the attention of all present. Ouranos' words hung in the air, carrying the weight of centuries of divine rule. Soulis nodded, his lips curving into a smile, his gratitude genuine.

"You have been most generous, Your Majesty," Soulis said, his voice calm but laden with purpose. "I only ask that my request not be misunderstood. It is neither excessive nor too ambitious, but one that will forever shape this world's future."

Ouranos' gaze softened, and he raised a hand, signaling that Soulis should continue. "Speak, Soulis. The gods are listening. The first promise I made, as the King of Gods, is yours to claim."

Soulis took a moment before he spoke, his tone contemplative. "In times long past, I observed that the world had no system to measure time—no tool, no method to mark the passage of days, months, and years. It was chaos itself, and thus I created the concepts of 'days' and 'years.' These were my first contribution to the order of the cosmos."

At his words, the gods around him nodded. They understood the necessity of time as a force that governs all things, from the celestial bodies to the smallest atom. Even Ouranos, whose vast domain stretched across the heavens, understood the importance of structure in the universe.

"Today, as I stand here, witnessing the birth of new gods, and the ascension of the God King, I believe it is the perfect moment to formalize time itself," Soulis continued, his hand lifting slightly to summon an ethereal orb of silver-white light. The light within the orb pulsed with an energy that felt ancient and boundless, as though it existed beyond the limitations of the mortal realm. It flickered, shimmering in and out of existence, a symbol of the infinite.

"This is the foundation," Soulis said, his voice unwavering. "I propose that this orb, this 'moon,' hang opposite the rising sun each day. And with it, let the measurement of time be born."

The gods watched intently as Soulis spoke. The orb in his hand began to change shape, sometimes becoming whole, sometimes incomplete. It was a visual representation of the passage of time itself—constantly shifting, yet eternally present.

"I call this moon," Soulis continued, "the embodiment of time's passage. One full rotation of the sun and moon shall constitute a day. The moon shall wax and wane, marking the months, while four months will form a season. And with that, four seasons shall make a year."

Ouranos, moved by Soulis' words, understood the deeper significance. This was not just a gift; it was a method to assert the dominion of the gods over time itself, a proclamation of their power. In essence, Soulis was offering a tool that would forever link their reign to the fabric of the world.

"And what of you, Your Highness Soulis?" Ouranos asked, his voice softening slightly. "What day shall be yours? You too should have your moment in the cycle."

Soulis' smile did not falter. "In truth, my request is simple. I ask for one additional day, every fourth year, to be set aside as my own. A day that marks my contribution to this world, one that reflects the prophecy I have spoken."

The gods murmured among themselves. It was an odd request, but one they could not deny. Time was malleable under the influence of the gods, and Soulis' reasoning was sound.

Ouranos, after a pause, nodded. "So be it. As the King of Gods, I declare that your day will be added, and it shall be known as your own."

Soulis bowed his head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

With a flourish of his divine power, Ouranos extended his hand and took the orb from Soulis' grasp. The light within it grew brighter, pulsing with the force of a thousand stars. As the orb rose into the sky, it expanded and radiated light, casting its glow upon the realms below.

The gods watched in awe as the new celestial body, the moon, settled into place. In that moment, the fabric of time itself seemed to shift, and the chaos of unmeasured existence began to take on a new shape. The God King had claimed dominion over time, and the world was forever altered.

Soulis felt a surge of energy as the essence of time was solidified. The priesthood of the Time Sequence was born, its power intertwining with Soulis' own. The once intangible concept of time had become a force he could wield, one that would grow in strength as the world progressed.

As the moon shone in the heavens, Soulis could feel the nascent priesthood of the Moon, though incomplete, stir within him. The true moon would take time to manifest, but for now, this temporary creation was enough.

With a graceful bow, Soulis expressed his gratitude once again. "Your kindness is appreciated, Your Majesty."

Ouranos, now fully aware of the significance of Soulis' gift, nodded with solemn respect. "It is the least I can do. You have given us all a glimpse of the future, and with it, the power to shape our destiny."

As the banquet came to a close, Gaia stepped forward, her presence calm and reassuring. "Your Highness, it is time to leave. Allow me to escort you."

Soulis nodded, grateful for Gaia's assistance. Together, they departed from the sacred mountain, leaving behind the gods who had been forever changed by the events of the evening. As they walked down the path, the world seemed to breathe a little differently, as if the very fabric of time had been rewritten.

In the distance, the moon hung high in the sky, its light shining brighter than ever before.

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