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Finally leaving the vast entrance and the even more gigantic door behind him, Amon stepped into the majestic hall opening up before him.
Gray fog swirled and curled slowly and gently around his ankles, greeting him fondly and inviting him to go further.
Golden Sunlight pierced past the tall columns through the fog in mild strokes, painting a view that would leave anyone who set foot into this hall utterly speechless and in awe.
Well, if they would even be able to grasp the beauty of the scenery and not just evaporate the millisecond they left the door behind them.
If anyone else would dare to step into the private chambers of two Great Old Ones, the mere presence of two pillars of the cosmos would be far enough to completely crush their body and soul.
His parents usually hid their aura very carefully to avoid harming their loyal subjects - a concealment and a mercy they did not bother to keep up in their own private chambers which were only meant for themselves and their family in the first place.
If someone was so stupid to enter nevertheless that was really not their problem.
Even Amon as a King of Angels who was essentially drowned in tons of blessings and protective seals by his worrisome mother would not have been able to stride even one more step forward if it displeased either one of them.
Amon sighed and used his pathways ability "cryptologist" to analyse the flows of spirituality in the fog and the sunlight.
Certainly, this was not one of the usual uses of "cryptologist", but for the following conversation it was better to keep track of his parents emotions and mental state.
Especially of his mother.
Amon could not imagine a threat more horrible than his mother being furious - surely, his father as the pillar of the visionary pathway and Highest God of Imagination could imagine nothing scarier too.
To Amon's mild suprise his worries were for nothing.
The fog flowed harmonious and light, whereas the light seemed to only exist to eagerly enhance and emphasize the magnificence of the fog.
Actually, a typical picture.
His mother just existing and his father absolutely losing his shit.
If Mother would not have stopped father, he would have long went and built a church where he could worship his wife on his knees as if he too was just a believer and not a God among Gods.
In the entire kingdom and all the countless realms that they called their own, there was not one mural, ballad, tale or poem that did not try to depict the vastness of the Love the Creator felt for his wife -
And there was also hardly an entity that would dare to question the feelings the Lord of the Mysteries had for his other half.
His soulmate.
It was a given that these character traits would be reflected in both fog and sunlight since these phenomems were nothing but the expression of their owners presence and spirituality.
And for now, the owners seemed to be in a good, calm mood.
Perfect. Amon needed them to be in a good, calm mood or else he would be completly fucked in the subsequent conversation.
Usually, when faced with the Lord of the Mysteries, one should not - one could not - trust even one of his senses, abilities or thoughts.
It would be equal to suicide trying to decipher the jesters mood and to bet on the impression you gained of the current situation.
However, Amon wasn't worried about his assessment being wrong too much.
His mother never used his fooling ability on his family or wore any kind of deceitful mask when it was just them.
A honesty symbolising the highest form of trust and vulnerability solely reserved for his loved and cherished ones.
The fog slightly nudged Amon a step forward.
He had been too caught up in his own thoughts. The angel squinted his eyes to follow the spirituality of the fog to its source, where he knew his parents were waiting for him.
While his gaze could not penetrate the grey fog, his mother generously let the fog clear a path for Amon to take.
He could locate his parents' presence in the middle of the hall where a gigantic daybed was placed.
It seemed like his parents currently were most comfortable keeping their gigantic godly proportions.
Amon lazily stole the distance between himself and the magnificent daybed.
He eyed the detailed and tediously ornamented daybed that his father had envisioned himself for a second, then looked up to his parents.
One thought later, he turned into a black raven, quickly gaining height and flying towards his parents.
He quickly estimated the situation again, now from a higher and closer standpoint.
The raven flew one or two circles in what looked like a silent greeting while he was actually more or less secretly mustering his parents.
His father was wearing the same simple white linen robe that Adam also liked to wear.
However, instead of a cross he had a pendulum with an amber-colored crystal hanging around his neck.
On the latter, the divine rune of the Fool was carefully carved.
The Creator's golden eyes looked fondly in the direction of his son.
His black hair with golden roots was barely visible as the fog seemed to be eager too curl around every inch of the God.
Amon had never seen his father so relaxed and his spirituality so clear. And in terms of his mother-
His mother was not moving at all. Laying peacefully and lazily next to his husband who was currently busy massaging one of mother's tentacles.
Speaking of tentacles, this was the first time Amon saw all of them holding completly still, perfectly relaxed.
Usually, depending on his mother's mood, they would flail around and flicker, sometimes swaying up and down, left and right - they would just never not do anything.
And while his father's spirituality seemed to be bright, pridefully radiating like the sun that he embodied, his mothers spirituality was as sluggish as fog on a new morning.
Exhausted, but deeply satisfied.
A Great Old One. Exhausted.
It had barely been a day since Amon had last seen the two of them - his best guess would be that his mother had been messing with time and that from their parents perspective, it had actually been way more than one day they had been apart.
The thought made Amon sulk inwardly.
Then he remembered no one could stop him from sulking outwardly, so he changed his appearance to that of an angel again and put on his best childish pout, which had a nine out of ten success rate in gaining his mothers attention and raising Medicis blood pressure by at least double.
Well, more like a ten out of ten times for the latter.
His mother was always so strict when it came to Amon fooling and deceiving the rules of time and space - but of course, when his parents wished to enjoy their parental time, suddenly natural laws and restrictions (which they always preached to uphold!) did not matter at all.
When Amon opened his mouth to adress his parents, he made sure to put as much fakely hurt feelings in his voice as possible.
"You do know that I already have enough siblings, don't you?"
By "siblings" he meant the one and only brother he had.
Who knew what Adam was doing right now.
"Good morning to you too, my little crow."
His mothers voice was warm, laced with fondness and reminded Amon of silk, dark honey and golden amber.
Every word the entity spoke had enough might to easily crush a mountain and held enough charme to make anyone fall to their knees instantly.
The natural charisma of a swindler and jester at the level of a Great Old One were definitely no joke.
And just for Amon, just for his family, said charme did not accompany lies and schemes but honesty and truth.
Just by hearing his mothers voice others would already be kissing the floor in reverance (and by others Amon meant both mother's followers and his father), Amon just instantly wished for cuddles.
His mother was neither wearing his typical dark veil with golden embroiderys, nor his clown's mask.
He also didn't have that ridiculous, exaggerated smile plastered on his face that was more uncanny and unreadable than any mask he had ever worn.
He wore a simple, dark robe, that fell easily around his upper body and tentacles.
On his chest laid the necklace his father had gifted him on their wedding day, the main piece depicting the godly rune "sun".
Today everyone's feeling simple, huh?
Now, the smile on the lips of the Lord of the Mysteries was soft and genuine.
The Sovereign of the spirit world hummed. "Your wish shall be granted."
Of course, the God of Miracles and Wishes could immediately feel the wishes and desires of the ones around him. He snapped his fingers.
In the next second, Amon found himself in his human child form, tightly embraced in his mother's arms.
He breathed in his mothers scent smelling pleasantly of fog, ink, paper and everything good in this world.
He relaxed.
A mother's embrace truly is the best!
He shortly wondered whether his mother had shrinked their height to that of an average human or had simply raised Amon's height to be that of a child in godly proportions. Not that it mattered.
Several seconds passed in which Amon just basked in the attention and care of his mother.
Then he could feel a gentle hand combing lovely through his hair and heard his mother's lovely voice again, saying not so lovely things:
"So you broke into one of my churches, scared off my believers, stole several artifacts and blew up the entire cathedral."
Uh. Oh.
Here it comes.
Now, Amon could really put his abilities as the god of mischief and trickery to a test.
"I'm so sorry, moooom~, it was just that Medici-"
His mother raised one eyebrow.
One did not have to be the King of Angels of the error pathway to realize that this kind of approach on the matter was a slight mistake.
Amon quickly switched his strategy from looking and acting as innocent, pitiful and lovable as possible to straight up bringing his best defense.
"It's not like someone died-"
The temperature in the foggy hall dropped by an abnormal amount and even the temperature-insensitive angel felt chills running down his body.
Wrong dialogue option again.
What happened to the good, calm mood in the beginning?!
Amon quickly sent a silent "Help me!"- glance to his father.
Said father suddenly was insanely interested in the ornaments on the nearest column.
As if the God of the Visionary pathway could not get the hint and despair of his son!
You Traitor!
"Amon Zhou."
Uhu.
Full name.