Chapter 90: The battle of the bull I
A white bull emerged from the heavens, arriving like a storm, violent, turbulent and fear inducing.
The sky split apart, as if an invisible blade had slashed through the fabric of the world. An otherworldly rumble followed, shaking the air, rattling the bones of all those who were unfortunate enough to witness its wrath. The first thing people saw was its eyes—not their usual golden brown, but a deep shade of crimson glowing with an unholy rage, now under the control of its new master—Dicaeus, the god of chaos and destruction.
The bull made its descent.
A creature of divine fury, its massive body moved with the force of a fallen star and when its hooves struck the earth, the ground ruptured, cracks snaking outward like veins of fire. The very air around him shimmered with heat, scaring all those who saw it.
From his realm, Dicaeus watched with great interest, a wicked smile forming on his lips.
He sat on his throne made of onyx, where bones and skulls surrounded his feet. His blood-red eyes now shimmered with sadistic delight as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, savoring the moment the bull will strike. A shattered glass-like sound escaped from his lips, filled with endless malice as he watched the two men approaching the bull as if it was nothing, that's when he saw it, in both their hands, the golden aegis and the divine spatha.
His eyes went wide, and his eyes burned a golden red ember at the sight. "How do those miscreants still have the weapon?!" He bellowed, his voice tinged with unbridled rage.
One of his minions who stood by his side whimpered as he felt Dicaeus' accusatory gaze on him. "I-I.." he stammered, unable to bring himself to speak.
"SPEAK UP NOW!"
The minion jumped, his body shaking like a leaf. "I-I, I apologize lord Dicaeus, it would seem..the sorceress has failed to acquire the weapons." He said.
The god stared the poor minion down. "Why haven't I been informed of this sooner?"