Denilson clenched his hands into fists. “Where is Jenna?”A flicker of silence deliberate. She walks the nerve-paths of me. She helps me become. She loves you, as I learn love. So I want her too.Denilson froze. “I am not letting you take her.”We already share her.The ground beneath him surged upward a sudden living wave of earth flinging him into the air. He crashed into a field of pale grass that shivered as though afraid of him.Above him, clouds curled into spirals, forming eyes dozens staring down. Watching. Evaluating. I need you both.“Then why the attacks?”Growth hurts. Birth tears. Survival chooses.The world shuddered again, violent a seam in the sky ripping open into a black wound. Through it, he glimpsed something he recognized:The remnants of the abyss. It hadn’t died, and it hungered.“Hell no” Denilson pushed himself up, heart pounding. He still carried shadows inside him scars from what he’d fused with. But here, they stirred. They liked that tear in the sky.Nýxo

DENILSONThe abyss welcomed him like an old lover. Black waves wrapped around his arms, his ribs, slipping beneath his ribs like invasive fingers. He gritted his teeth as cold pressure squeezed every bone as if the dark wanted to fit him back into the shape he used to be.Shadow King, it breathed inside him. You return. “Not for you,” Denilson growled.He could feel Jenna somewhere below a spark of fierce terror and defiance. It pulled him downward faster than gravity ever could. The abyss rippled delighted.You dive into your own corruption to chase a mortal? How romantic. How foolish. He ignored the voice.The shadows thickened, forming jagged silhouettes of past horrors, His father’s silhouette, towering and cruel, The boardroom where they called him “useless heir” Jenna turning away from him for another man, The night he almost let himself drown in silenceEach vision tried to claw inside his chest. “You don’t get to define me anymore,” he breathed.The illusions laughed. But I wa

The air shuddered. Jenna staggered as the ground rippled beneath her boots, as though the soil itself inhaled, slow, massive, alive. The sky above them was still cracked around the edges, glowing with threads of molten white.Pieces of reality hung suspended like hovering shards of glass, still deciding whether to fall or reform.Denilson caught her before she slipped. His hands were warm, too warm. Light still pulsed faintly beneath his skin, traveling in slow waves like blood learning how to circulate again.“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice was steady, but his eyes said otherwise. He was listening, not to her breaths, but to something deeper. Something vibrant and colossal that thrummed through the newborn Earth.“It’s like, everything is waking up,” Jenna whispered.A tremor answered her. Grass erupted nearby, violent, uncontrolled growing and twisting into unfamiliar shapes, blades curling like tongues tasting the air. Not green, but streaked with silver and faintly luminous.J

(Denilson’s POV)Creation buckled. Denilson felt it through the marrow of the newborn god, the sudden plunge of a mortal heartbeat into the forbidden layer of the world’s core.Jenna. Her presence was like a spark in an ocean of dark light tiny but violently bright.The god-mind around him pulsed in warning. She descends. She is not permitted. She will fracture.Denilson clenched his fists, or what remained of them. His body was a shifting lattice of starlight and memory. There were no bones here. No breath.Only will. “She’s coming for me,” he breathed.Foolish. She cannot save what is already consumed, You belong to us.“No,” he said, and his voice shook the horizon.The newborn god recoiled, continents shivering into mountains and collapsing into oceans within a heartbeat. You are the center of our existence now, She compromises your perfection. We will unmake her.Denilson surged forward, if direction even existed here, pushing deeper into the shimmering labyrinth of thought. The

Jenna’s wings if they could be called wings, unfurled into a halo of living flame, each vein pulsing like the chambers of a newborn star. She hovered inches above Denilson’s hands, her body perfectly still, too still.Eyes blank. Heart beating to someone else’s rhythm. Her voice was silk stretched over a blade:“Why do you tremble?”Denilson swallowed the panic clawing up his throat.“You know why.” His voice cracked.“You know me.” She studied him with detached curiosity, as though he were a relic of a forgotten species.The newborn world's voice purred through her, He is irrelevant, vessel, release him.Denilson stepped closer anyway. Her pupils narrowed, luminous glyphs swirling within them. A warning. An instinct not hers.“Stop,” she breathed, but not pleading. Commanding.“Make me,” he whispered.For a moment, a flicker, confusion rippled through her expression. Something inside her remembered what it felt like to be challenged by him… and liked it.The world reacted instantly.