Chapter 49: Lone temple(3)
The painting that was atop the door was much more crude than all the other, as if it had been the first of the illustrations to be created, probably millennia before the rest of them, and the rest of them each seemed to be ancient as well, at least a thousand years ago, maybe even two or three.
In the middle of the door that had tightly sealed itself behind Cades as he had entered the temple there was a pentacle, with a simple figure wearing a purple cloak and otherwise being completely onyx appearance, albeit now that Cades looked closer he could see a few silver threats..
Cades looked closer at what happened next in the sequence of the illustrations, feeling a weird trance.
The cloaked being walked along a white staircase wielding a weird-looking, onyx sword and some grey spots on the painting, thought that had probably just resulted from the insane age of the painting.
In the next of the illustrations the being was standing before a dark yellow gate, its shadow being thrown back beyond its shoulders as if the gate was the sun itself.
After that he was shown battling against something, but the stone on that part of the wall had long fallen off, though it looked more so as if it had been destroyed intentionally.
In the second-to-last illustration one could see how the being was chained surrounded by no colour, no anything, the small lines that were probably meant to resemble the chains once, long ago, had long since vanished because of just how small they had been, but Cades was almost certain that they had once stretched throughout the entire room, dozens of them at least.
But in the next and last picture, the picture that resided in the fifth peak, the one at the top of the pentacle it stood there, in the very same forest where it had walked previously.
The figure standing in the middle however seemed almost enchanting to him, Cades stared at it, not really realizing anything and slowly stepped closer until he wasn't even a single inch away, there was something wrong with the painting.
There was a part of it that seemed to be much, much older than the rest, the chest of the figure was older than all the rest, as if something had been painted over and just this part had been left untouched.
He slowly brought his fingers closer, not even thinking about possible dangers and caressed the beautiful figure, and then, he felt something.
It was not to be explained.