Interlude 17: Nefertiti's Cult
[Southern Pride]
In the past, the great forest of the elves would always be relatively silent. Thanks to the longevity of the elves, they tended to go about with their lives at a slow pace. After all, why be in a hurry when you have all the time in the world?
They were unlike humans, who had extremely limited lifespans.
Nowadays, the notion of silence is considered a thing of the past. As dawn approached and the morning sun illuminated the forest with its radiant rays, a woman with a mix of reddish-brown and golden hair was standing in front of an assembly. She was clad in a skin-tight nigh-transparent white robe while holding a thick book in her hand.
The book had two different covers. The front cover depicted a large tree with thousands of branches. Each branch was covered in eyes of all shapes and forms, opened wide as if they were observing the entirety of creation. They gave off the feeling that absolutely nothing could be hidden from them.
Meanwhile, the cover on the back depicted a large sun, an eye splitting the orb in the middle, opened wide and observing. Below the sun was the image of a snake biting its own tail.
No matter which angle one observed the cover, the symbol could only be considered bold, blasphemous even. After all, the insignia of the snake was generally representative of Asmodeus. The Demigod under the direct order of Luxuria. But in the mortal world, it was more a representation of the witches of Ouroboros. The daughters of Asmodeus.
“The Lord once told me. Love is a powerful force. A force that helped him fight through all the adversities that tried to block his way.”
As she opened the book, a soothing voice spread in the square, erupting the listening elves with murmurs and cheers. Men, women, old, or young. At that moment, no notion mattered. No discrimination could take root.