Capítulo 331: Interlude: The Emissary

In Jeviel Fidelos' world, there was order.

Heaven above, Ayther below.

His office reflected this, with its white walls that left no room for shadows. Its pristine, diamond-wrought bookshelves were burdened only with holy texts and not a speck of dust. Its lavish "window" allowed him to view anywhere in the city where Heaven had placed its monitoring devices, whenever he wished. To stare out into chaos from a place of perfect order.

That was what the model on his desk represented, and it was just one of many little luxuries that made his time in this backward corner of Ayther bearable. On it, the globe rotated under a stationary heaven, with little illusory clouds that even indicated the weather.

Hell wasn't depicted at all, since it was presently a little over a third past the horizon, visible to those on the other side of the continent, but not to Ayther.