Kael vs Elirion – Final: The Final Decision of the King of Hell
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When Kael defeated Elirion's final strike and took his seat upon the throne of Hell, he changed the balance of the entire universe, becoming a being beyond time and space. Everything felt like the end of everything. The sky no longer belonged to him, the ground beneath his feet had become a place ruled by his every step.
At first, he felt victorious. Elirion was dead, the victory was his. But the darkness within him soon realized that he was not in the mood to celebrate this victory. As Kael sat on the throne of Hell, with each passing moment, he felt the true meaning of destruction more and more.
With every passing minute, Kael felt the pain of being the ruler of Hell more deeply. Power had always been what he desired, but the cost of this power was, in essence, a journey into nothingness. The memories of his family had begun to feel foreign to him. Their laughter, their hands, their voices—all had been swallowed by a dark mist.
Suddenly, the spiritual emptiness within Kael began to grow. The screams and terror rising from the depths of Hell caused the darkness within him to rebel. Holding this power, controlling it, felt like the final blow to Kael's soul.
And at that moment, a voice echoed in Kael's mind.
"It's too late now. You are Hell itself."
That voice belonged to the Dark Soul. When Kael closed his eyes, he remembered his true identity. He was once the human Kael. He had set out to avenge his family, but now he had lost his humanity. The power the Dark Soul had given him was not a gift from the true God, but a reward for an agreement made with Hell.
Kael took a deep breath, and one last flame ignited in his eyes. The price of becoming the King of Hell was far heavier than he had ever expected. Time, no matter how powerful, would never allow him to return. There was no turning back on this path. Kael had been lost in darkness, and he had lost all his humanity.
Inside him was an infinite emptiness, a void. He had lost himself, his loved ones, everything. Elirion's death had brought him no peace. He was alone once more.
As Kael struggled to control his soul, he realized that his soul was slowly fading. Being the King of Hell, sitting on a throne filled with power, only deepened the emptiness within him. Every memory in his mind merged with the dark power inside him, turning into a scream.
And at that moment, he thought of his family. Those old days… Mara, Elira… He remembered those days. In that instant, he realized something.
He would never join them, not even among the dead.
He slowly straightened up and lifted his head. The final emotional bond in his mind pulled him back. Heaven was closed to him. Because he was the master of Hell. No matter how much he desired it, the light of Heaven no longer existed in his eyes. That was the price of the dark soul. The cost of being the King of Hell and ruling over his life would never be found in the endless void of his soul.
Elirion's death was like the end of Kael's life.
He felt a power within him, but this power was more a sign of the final destruction than anything that could give his life meaning. Kael accepted that he would never enter Heaven. Then, as he closed his eyes, he heard a whisper:
"And now, endless loneliness."
Kael's soul began to slowly fade from this world. With each step, he was shedding his longings and memories, stepping into the darkness. But there was something. Something—a final remembrance… his family…
And before Kael died, he saw them one last time.