Renji was dragged through the stone halls, wrists bound, a black cloth pulled tightly over his head. Every step echoed with the clang of armored boots and his ragged breathing. He didn't know where he was — only that the air felt colder, the energy thicker, and the intent around him… hostile.
Without warning, a heavy boot slammed into his back, sending him crashing to the marble floor. "Get up, worm," a voice snarled.
He coughed, pride crumbling. His cheek pressed against the cold ground. It wasn't the pain that broke him — it was the sheer powerlessness. He was nothing here. Just a mortal plaything dragged before judgment.
Rough hands yanked him to his knees. The cloth was ripped off — and light stabbed into his eyes. As they adjusted, he saw... him.
A grotesquely obese man lounged atop a throne forged from bones and gold, layered in silks and rings on every finger. Rolls of fat spilled from beneath his robes, his face glistening with sweat and smugness. Crowned in light, yet nothing divine about him — he looked like a pig pretending to be a god.
"Well, well," the man said, voice thick and greasy, "this is the mortal who dared mount the hips of Lady Syrene?" Laughter erupted around the room from other guards and courtiers.
The pig-god leaned forward, grinning. "Thought you'd go unnoticed, didn't you? Stick your cock into a Goddess and sneak back into the shadows? Pathetic."
Renji said nothing, but his jaw clenched. The pig's smile widened. "We'll see how long that pride lasts, mortal. This world doesn't belong to you. It feeds on you."
Renji's fingers curled against the stone floor as he tried to rise, knees shaking, pride bleeding from every bruise. His jaw throbbed, lip busted. But still — he pushed.
"Sit the fuck down," barked a guard, slamming his boot into Renji's ribs. Another punch came — then another. Renji coughed blood, doubling over, gritting his teeth through the pain. Above him, the fat monarch cackled like a drunken hyena.
"Look at you!" he shouted, arms spread wide like a performer before an audience. "A worthless piece of Earth trash trying to thrust into divine wombs. I should have you gelded and sold to one of the lower brothels." Laughter roared through the chamber again, echoing like knives in Renji's mind.
He closed his eyes. Mother…
Her face flashed. That final smile. The warmth of her hands. The scream. The blood. Something cracked. Not a bone — something deeper. A pressure built behind his eyes, a heat rising in his chest like a dam on the verge of collapse.
And then— "That's enough." The voice cut through the hall like a blade through silk — smooth, calm… but heavy with authority.
Every head turned.
There, standing at the throne's entrance, dressed in sleek obsidian robes with silver hair falling over one eye, was a tall, smirking man. One hand tucked into his pocket. The other? Flicking a glowing coin between his fingers.
"Who dares—" the pig bellowed."Zachariah Veyr," the stranger interrupted, not even looking at him. "Half-devil, full problem. You can call me Zach"
He stepped forward, eyes landing on Renji — bloody, bruised, barely conscious. "Tch. You guys really did a number on him," Zach said casually, his smile lazy. "He's cute when he's angry."
Then, without warning—The closest guard exploded into light and ash. Zach didn't even blink. "Touch him again, and I'll decorate this palace with your bones."
The chamber froze.
The scent of scorched flesh still hung in the air, the vaporized remains of the guard swirling into nothing. The others stood still — stunned, hands hovering near weapons they knew wouldn't matter.
Zach tilted his head, silver hair glinting in the throne room's glow. "Now then…" he muttered, letting the coin drop into his palm with a soft clink, "I'm only going to say this once."
With a lazy flick of his wrist, a circular rune spun to life beneath his feet — ancient, glowing, crackling with infernal energy.
The guards moved. Too late.
In a single pulse, five of them disintegrated — bones turned to dust, armor melted to slag, souls torn into the aether. No fire. No scream. Just gone. Zach didn't even blink.
The Pig God rose from his throne, sweat now pouring from his jowls. "Y-You DARE—?!"
Zach held up a single finger, calm as a still lake. "Ah ah ah. Sit. Before I remove your tongue and feed it to a succubus I owe a favor."
The bloated king froze. His fat legs trembled as he slowly eased back onto the throne, face pale. Zach stepped over the ashes, crouching beside Renji. "Tough first day, huh?" he said with a soft grin, wiping the blood from the boy's mouth. "You'll get used to it."
Renji looked at him, dazed. "Who… are you?"
"I'm your ticket out of this hellhole.", Zach replied.
He helped Renji to his feet — and without a word, turned toward the stunned hall. The portal rune behind him pulsed brighter, swirling open into a storm of light and shadow.
Just before stepping through it, Zach paused, glancing back at the Pig. "Oh. Right.", his voice dropped, laced with cold fury, "If anyone lays a finger on him again — Goddess or God, Light or Dark — I'll burn this entire realm to cinders and piss on the ashes."
Then, with Renji slung over his shoulder like a rescued prince, Zach stepped through the portal — and vanished.