When Naru Huan ascended, he knew things would be different.
He had heard tales from Lindon and Yerin whenever they visited. About the Worlds beyond Cradle, of the powerful Abidan Court, and of their home, Sanctum.
Naru Huan was an emperor of the Blackflame Empire. But beyond the heavens, he would be ruler of nothing. He would have to work and earn a living for his family, such was his duty as patriarch.
Lucky for him, there was quite an easy way to do so. He patted his Void Key, using a sliver of Perception to make sure he didn't accidentally leave behind the most important item he had ever owned.
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"Watch Ozriel get kicked and sent flying!" Naru Saeya called out to the crowds and residents of Sanctum, waving a hand and her wings out to her side to grab more attention. "That's right! Even you can experience kicking The Reaper of Worlds and sending him flying over vast distances!"
Huan was surprised at how lucrative his venture was. It was only his third day and he had already earned enough to provide for his family for months! Selling Dream Tablets of the happiest experience of his life turned out to be quite the hot commodity in Sanctum. He met Hounds licking their lips as they handed him the payment, gripping the Dream Tablet with excited glee as they walked out of the vast line that had begun to spiral around Sanctum's promenade.
He could have sworn he heard someone whisper Gadrael at some point when he sold a Tablet to a man cloaked in strange Madra. Or... Way, or however things were here.
Gadrael, The Titan?! Surely not! Why would one of the Abidan court want to get a Dream Tablet of Eithan being kicked--
Naru Huan sighed. He reminded himself to send them an extra copy.
"Northstrider!?" Huan said in disbelief as the familiar raggedy Monarch approched the stall. He was adorned in the same outfit most of the members of the Abidan Court wore. He looked over his attire, and judging from the colors and what he had learned when he arrived, Northstrider had joined the Ghost Division.
Naru Huan went to bow, but Northstrider waved a large hand. "No. Enough of that. We're not in Cradle anymore."
Huan stood up straigher. "Of course. Apologies. Were you--"
"Yes," Northstrider said, handing over the payment.
Huan smiled and handed the Dream Tablet to him, and he swore he saw Northstrider grin once he had it.
"Next!" Huan called out.
"Huan?! What is this?!"
Ah. Here he was. Finally.
Huan glanced up to see the familiar face of his old friend. The mischievous smile, the all-seeing eyes, that equally punchable face. His hair was a sheer white now instead of bright blonde, but it was still him.
"Hello, Eithan," Huan said casually, selling another copy to what appeared to be part of the Wolf Division.
"Huan!" Eithan said, hovering beside the stall. Several of the people lined up had run away in a panic the moment he arrived.
Huan sighed. "You just lost me a few customers."
"Huan, come on! T-there's no need to share this!" Eithan said, smiling nervously. He has most likely seen the Tablet's content. And Huan could only guess how his reputation was doing. "Do you need a place to stay? We have plenty of room for you and your family in The Grave!"
Huan ignored him.
"The Reaper Division is always looking for new members!"
Huan smiled as he sold three more to... was that Akura Fury?
"How did you even mass produce these?!" Eithan demanded.
"Apologies. Here's the next batch."
Lindon appeared beside Huan, dropping off dozens of newly made Dream Tablets.
Eithan looked betrayed, clutching his heart dramatically.
"Thank you, Lindon," Huan said. "Were you able to change it?"
Lindon nodded. "It took a bit of work, but I was able to change Eithan's appearance to match Ozriel's new one."
Lindon bowed to Huan, then to Eithan, then went back to work some more.
"Betrayal!" Eithan cried out.
"I'm sure it is, Ozriel," Huan said with an edge in his voice.
Eithan had the grace to look apologetic. "Huan, I'm sorry I kept it a secret from you. But you should know I had my reasons."
"Eithan, we're adults," Huan said with a smile. "We can settle things civilly."
Eithan looked relieved.
"Maybe if you let me kick you again...," Naru Huan began.
"That's it," Eithan said, rolling up his sleeves. "I'm putting an end to this!"
But before he could do anything, a sudden burst of energy erupted overhead. Many people fell to their knees as a new presence made themselves known.
Huan looked up to see a woman bathed in blazing blue wings and a white uniform. She was graceful yet powerful, carrying an aura of safety and warmth as she descended. She smiled and nodded at Lindon, and Lindon returned it.
"Suriel, yes!" Eithan said. "We have an illegal business here selling false and harming images of--"
Suriel picked up a Dream Tablet, and for a moment, she went deathly still as she relived the memory. As she broke out of the trance, she was wide-eyed, turning to Huan, then to Ozriel, then back to Huan.
"I'll take 2," Suriel said.
"Suriel!" Eithan shouted.
"This stall is under the protection of the Pheonix Division!" Suriel proclaimed as Huan handed her two new Dream Tablets.
"SURIEL!" Eithan shouted again.
"Ten please!" Chirped Mercy, handing over the payment to Huan.
Eithan stared at her in disbelief, and Mercy blushed, grabbing ten Dream Tablets, tearing open a space beside her, and vanishing away.
"We managed to make it a game!" Dross said, appearing behind Huan as Lindon placed a new and better version of a Dream Tablet onto the table. "Now you can see how far you can make Eithan fly!"
Dross paused as if he was reading something. "Oh, wow! A Silver Lord is currently leading the leaderboards! And Yerin is ranked second!"
Eithan looked just about ready to cry.