The capital of Radiantus was drowned in golden light. The air shimmered with divine heat as Seraphiel hovered above the royal palace, his flaming wings outstretched, casting long, flickering shadows across the terrified city.
He had come not as a savior.
But as an executioner.
The King's Last Prayer
Inside the shattered throne room, King Alistair stood with sword in hand, trembling. His once-regal robes were torn, his crown cracked. Around him, what remained of the palace guard formed a protective ring though they all knew it was futile.
Outside the window, the skies trembled.
"We must pray," the High Priestess whispered, clutching her bloodstained staff.
"We've prayed enough," the king spat, rage flickering in his eyes. "The gods only answer when it suits them."
Even now, in the final hour, his faith faltered.
The ground quaked.
And Seraphiel descended.
His armored feet touched the marble floor like a god stepping into a world too fragile to bear his presence.
"You summoned judgment," Seraphiel said, his voice echoing like thunder in the halls of the damned.
Alistair raised his sword with trembling hands.
"Then pass it."
Arrival of the Abyss
A scream tore through the sky.
Black lightning exploded above the city as a rift opened, slicing the heavens apart. Abyssal energy poured forth, devouring light, twisting reality.
And from that storm he emerged.
Oscar.
Clad in abyss-forged armor, his eyes glowing with unnatural intensity, he floated down to meet the archangel face-to-face.
The moment he arrived, every ward in the kingdom failed.
Every holy relic shattered.
Every priest felt their blessings die.
Seraphiel's eyes narrowed.
"You dare stand before me?"
Oscar's voice cut through the chaos like a dagger. "I don't stand before you."
He raised his hand.
"I bury you."
The Clash of Divinity and Darkness
Their battle began in silence.
No words.
No mercy.
Just power.
Seraphiel struck with celestial fury, his blade a sun compressed into metal. Every swing tore buildings apart, shattered mountains in the distance, turned air into flame.
Oscar met each strike with pure abyss his body melting through light, his power consuming it.
For every slash of the divine, the abyss answered in kind.
Seraphiel's wings extended wide, calling upon the full wrath of the heavens. "I AM THE FIRST BLADE! THE LIGHT'S WRATH!"
Oscar's laugh echoed like a curse.
"I am what comes after your gods are dead."
And then the end came.
Oscar's hand drove through Seraphiel's chest, abyssal tendrils devouring holy flame. The archangel screamed, light pouring from his mouth and eyes as the abyss tore into his soul.
Radiantus watched in horror.
And awe.
Seraphiel fell to his knees.
His wings turned to ash.
And then
Darkness claimed him.
Fall of a Symbol
The death of Seraphiel was not merely a loss.
It was a message.
To the gods above.
To the kingdoms below.
The abyss would not be stopped.
Oscar stood over the fallen First Blade, his foot upon the shattered remnants of divine glory.
Around him, the people of Radiantus knelt not in worship of the gods.
But of the abyss.
Elsewhere: The Council of Gods
In the Celestial Halls beyond time, the gods stood silent.
One of their own had fallen.
The youngest among them, Ilyra, Goddess of Renewal, whispered, "He's breaking the cycle."
The God of War snarled, "Then we shall descend."
But the Elder God raised his hand.
"No. Let him come. Let the abyss reach our gates."
And in the distance…
Oscar's gaze turned toward the sky.
Toward them.
The Divine Retaliation
The heavens wept.
Not with rain, but with stardust and judgment.
Where once only silence existed beyond the mortal veil, now came the sound of celestial horns low, resonant, and ancient. They echoed through the planes of existence, waking powers long slumbering, drawing the gaze of the divine toward a world in crisis.
Oscar had broken the balance.
And now, the gods would act.
The Sky Cracks
Above the charred remains of Radiantus, the sky cracked like glass.
Not a portal. Not a rift.
Reality itself split apart.
From the breach descended a staircase of light, each step an unyielding law of creation. With every footfall, reality bent, warped, and righted itself. Mortal eyes bled at the mere sight of it. Some went mad. Others fell to their knees and wept without knowing why.
A single figure walked the path.
He wore robes stitched from the constellations, his crown a halo of living flame. In his wake, time slowed.
The God-King himself had arrived.
Oscar Stands Alone
From the abyssal spire that had risen where the palace once stood, Oscar stepped forward, his blackened cloak flowing like liquid shadow.
The abyss pulsed behind him like a beating heart.
He watched as the god descended, unreadable, unflinching.
Selene appeared at his side, her form flickering, unstable from the celestial energies flooding the realm.
"That's not just a fragment," she said through clenched teeth. "That's a true god."
Oscar said nothing.
Darius joined them, his armor cracking, his spear trembling in his grasp.
"We're not ready," he said grimly.
Oscar's eyes flared. "Then we adapt."
He stepped off the spire and rose into the sky.
Alone.
The Words of the God-King
"You have crossed the final line, abyssal one," the God-King boomed, voice shaking the stars. "You have murdered my herald. Defiled creation. And dared reach toward the throne."
Oscar floated before him like a defiant shadow.
"You sat idle while your champions fell. You watched as your sheep were slaughtered. Now, only when your pride is wounded… you descend."
The God-King's expression hardened.
"I gave mortals the gift of order. You bring chaos."
Oscar's smile was razor-sharp. "No. I bring truth."
The abyss roared behind him.
And then the battle began.
God vs. Abyss
They clashed.
The world split at the seams.
Oscar's fist collided with divine law. Where it landed, stars died. Where the God-King struck, time reversed. Mountains rose only to crumble. Oceans boiled and froze in the same breath.
The clash of forces beyond comprehension lit the world on fire.
From the ruins of Radiantus, those who still lived bore witness to a fight no mortal should ever see.
And still Oscar rose.
Still he fought.
Still he refused to fall.
An Unexpected Ally
As the God-King began to overpower Oscar, a ripple tore through space.
Another god descended.
But this one did not shine with holy radiance.
She shimmered with silver twilight, her eyes holding galaxies, her voice a lullaby of oblivion.
Ilyra, Goddess of Renewal.
But she did not join the God-King.
She stepped beside Oscar.
"Creation must change," she whispered. "Even the gods must evolve."
The God-King roared in fury. "You betray your kin!"
"I choose the future," she replied.
And with a gesture, she gave Oscar what he had long sought
The essence of divinity.
Ascension Begins
Oscar screamed.
Not in pain but in transformation.
His body twisted as the abyss merged with divinity. Not corrupted. Not consumed.
Balanced.
Abyss and godhood intertwined.
He rose higher beyond mortal, beyond monster, beyond king.
He became something else.
Something new.
The Twilight Pact
The world stood on the edge of annihilation.
Skies still scorched from divine fury. The ground cracked and bleeding abyssal essence. In the heart of it all floated Oscar, no longer bound by the limits of mortality.
No longer just the Abyssal Core.
Now, he was something far more dangerous
A god forged from chaos and shadow, tempered by divine essence, baptized in the blood of two realms.
The Gods Stir
Across the Celestial Conclave, the gods awakened.
Ilyra's betrayal shook the divine order. Her support of Oscar wasn't just rebellion it was heresy.
Within the Citadel of Eternal Radiance, the gods gathered.
Tormek, God of War, slammed his gauntleted fist upon the marble table. "She has corrupted the balance!"
Vaela, Goddess of Judgment, her blind eyes glowing white-hot, spoke coldly, "The Abyss has never known compromise. Ilyra will answer for this."
But not all were quick to condemn.
Velor, God of Secrets, chuckled in the shadows. "Perhaps the boy is the disruption we need. Stagnation has ruled long enough."
Whispers spread.
The conclave fractured.
And as the divine pantheon turned against itself, the war to decide all existence began.
The Pact is Sealed
Oscar hovered between worlds, abyss and godhood warping around him.
Ilyra floated beside him, her form delicate but glowing with ancient power.
"You are the first of your kind," she said. "Neither born of the heavens nor the pit. A fusion of what should never be. They will fear you. Hate you. Hunt you."
Oscar's eyes burned like twin void stars. "Let them try."
Ilyra extended her hand. In her palm lay a sliver of stardust divine law rewritten.
"With this, I name you Sovereign of the Twilight Path."
Oscar took it.
And in that moment, a new force was born into existence.
Not light.
Not darkness.
But twilight ever shifting, ever evolving.
Back on the Mortal Plane
Selene knelt, her heart pounding as the ground beneath her pulsed with new power.
The very air shimmered with twilight energy, resonating with something far beyond comprehension.
She looked up as Oscar descended slowly, his aura warping the clouds, his presence bending gravity itself.
"Is it done?" she whispered.
Oscar nodded. "No longer am I bound by the abyss alone."
Darius emerged from the ruins, eyes wide. "You… you've become a god."
Oscar looked at his hands no longer flesh, no longer wholly shadow.
"I've become what the world needs to survive what's coming."
The Seraphim's Response
Far across the continent, within the Holy Kingdom's sacred vaults, the Seraphim Knights fully awakened gathered under the command of High Seraph Azriel.
Their armor shone with blinding brilliance, wings carved of pure essence, their blades thrumming with anti-abyssal runes.
"He has become a god," Azriel said grimly. "But not of heaven. Not of purity."
His voice carried divine weight.
"He is an abomination."
And with that, the twelve Seraphim Knights took flight, their destination clear.
The Abyssal Citadel.
The war would not be delayed any longer.
The Echoes Awaken
Beneath the crust of the world, in the deepest forgotten vaults where reality had thinned, something stirred.
Ancient watchers long sealed behind the Veil of Silence twisted in their eternal sleep.
One eye opened.
Then another.
A voice rumbled through the void
"He walks the path between. Just as we once did."
A third eye opened, glowing with both light and shadow.
"The cycle breaks."
The echoes of an older era had returned.
And they were watching.