Kaguya — The Final Betrayal
Earth lay silent beneath her.
The world she had conquered, protected, loved —
prepared for her King —
now trembled with the footsteps of betrayal.
Her sons,
Hagoromo and Hamura,
born of her flesh,
forged from her soul,
stood against her.
They no longer listened.
They no longer believed.
They saw a tyrant where there was only a mother.
They saw a demon where there was only a servant waiting for her true King's return.
They could not hear the silent hymns of the Abyss in their blood.
They could not see the Black Throne waiting beyond the stars.
They feared her.
And so they chose rebellion.
The battle that followed shattered the Earth.
Mountains crumbled.
Oceans boiled into the sky.
The heavens split open as mother and sons waged a war across continents and clouds.
Kaguya fought with the fury of desperation,
the sorrow of betrayal,
the love of a servant who would not surrender.
"You do not understand!" she cried across the burning world.
"I am building this world for Him!
I am guarding it for the day He returns!"
But they heard only madness.
Only danger.
Only power they believed must be caged.
Together,
with the strength of the World Tree's last remnants,
they forged a great sealing jutsu.
A power not just of Earth —
but of the stars themselves.
They created a Moon.
A prison of stone and silence.
And with it,
they struck her down.
Kaguya — Queen of Earth, Servant of the Silent Abyss —
was sealed inside the newborn Moon,
trapped alone beneath a thousand tons of silent death.
Inside the Moon,
buried beneath endless darkness,
she drifted in agony.
Alone.
Betrayed.
Heartbroken.
Yet even in despair, her will did not die.
Her loyalty burned hotter than the sun.
And from that final, aching defiance,
she created a shadow.
A whisper.
A fragment of her wounded soul.
Black Zetsu.
Born of grief.
Forged from devotion.
Bound to a single purpose.
To ensure that someday,
somehow,
the King would awaken.
And she would be freed.
Meanwhile — In the Silent Abyss
Across the vast veils of existence,
in the dark rivers of the Silent Abyss,
Seraphis and Caelora watched.
They stood before the Black Throne,
the mirrored waters showing them the battle,
the sealing,
the tragedy.
Caelora's silver eyes darkened with sorrow.
"She was loyal," she said quietly,
"to the very end."
Seraphis's golden gaze remained fixed upon the vision of the Moon,
now orbiting the broken world below.
"Loyal," she whispered,
"but incomplete.
Without Him, she was lost."
Caelora bowed her head.
"When the King wakes," she vowed,
"we will bring her home.
We will mend what was broken."
"We owe her that much," Seraphis said,
her voice thick with quiet rage and love.
They turned their eyes back to the Black Throne.
And there —
wrapped still in the Cocoon of Authority —
Veyrath stirred once more.
The Cocoon cracked deeper.
Black and silver light bled into the Silent Abyss.
The King of All was nearing His return.