All Chapters of The Godslayer's Return: Chapter 61
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Sixty One: Wrath Unleashed
The world stopped when Aelira fell. For a heartbeat, there was no sound, no screaming disciples, no crashing thunder, only the dull echo of her name tearing out of Kael’s throat.“AELIRA!”He leapt from the ridge, catching her before her body struck the shattered ground. Her blood, silver and gold, spilled across his arms, too bright, too sacred to belong to this broken world. Her breathing came shallow, lips trembling as she tried to speak.“Kael… stop…”Her voice barely reached him through the ringing in his ears. His heart was pounding like war drums. The Godslayer Blade pulsed in his grip, crimson light reflecting in his eyes.He looked down at her wound, divine fire eating away at her flesh. His seal burned red-hot, reacting to her blood, to her pain, to the injustice of it all.“Don’t you dare die,” he whispered.She smiled faintly. “You can’t fight Heaven forever.”Something inside him cracked.The wind shifted, carrying the scent of blood and ash. Around them, the survivors o
Sixty Two: Aelira's Awakening
The storm had ended, but the silence it left behind was worse. The Black Fang grounds were unrecognizable, mountains leveled, rivers burned dry, and the air heavy with the metallic tang of divine ash. What remained of Kael’s disciples were scattered among the ruins, whispering prayers to no god at all.In the shattered courtyard, Kael sat beside Aelira’s still body. He hadn’t moved for two days.Her skin glowed faintly beneath the dust, light seeping from her veins like liquid dawn. The divine wound that should’ve ended her life was closing slowly, each heartbeat a flicker between death and resurrection.Kael’s voice was rough from silence. “If you wake up just to scold me again, I’ll take it.”Nothing. Only the sound of the wind dragging ashes across stone.He reached out, brushing a lock of pale hair from her face. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt. You were supposed to be smarter than me.”Her lips parted.A breath. Then another.Kael froze. “Aelira?”Light burst from her chest li
Sixty Three: The Truth of the Vessel
The sky hadn’t stopped rumbling since Aelira woke. Thunder rolled across the horizon in waves that never reached the ground, as if Heaven itself were holding its breath. The Black Fang Sect rebuilt in uneasy silence, disciples moving through ruins like ghosts, afraid to speak too loudly, afraid to look directly at Kael or Aelira.No one dared ask what they were anymore. Kael stood alone at the edge of the ravine that once held the sect’s training fields. Below, molten rivers still pulsed from his wrath, glowing faintly crimson beneath the ash.He hadn’t slept since Aelira’s confession. The word gnawed at him like a chain tightening around his mind.He turned the Godslayer Blade in his hands, the metal whispering faintly. It fed on divine light and rage, and right now, it was starving for both.Footsteps approached, soft, deliberate. He didn’t turn.“You should be resting,” he said.Aelira stopped a few feet behind him. “Rest isn’t something we can afford anymore.”Her voice was calm
Sixty Four: Blades of heaven
The first spear of light hit the earth like a falling star. Kael barely had time to pull Aelira into his arms before the shockwave tore through the mountainside. Black Fang disciples were flung like leaves in a storm; the air turned to fire.Above them, the sky was no longer blue, it was a wound, bleeding radiance. From it descended the angels of Heaven, their wings stretching wide across the horizon. Each feather burned like molten silver, each eye cold as judgment.They weren’t soldiers. They were executioners.Kael set Aelira down gently. “Stay behind me.”She was trembling, her glow unstable. The divine brand across her back pulsed with violent light, searing her skin. “Kael, there are too many..”“Then they can die together.”His voice was calm, almost too calm.The angels spoke in unison, their voices a choir that split the air.“Mortal heretic Kael Draven. Vessel Aelira-07. You stand condemned by the Will of Heaven. Lay down your weapon.”Kael lifted the Godslayer Blade, its cr
Sixty Five: Prison of the Void
At first, Kael thought he’d gone blind. The world around him was gone, no sky, no ground, no sound. Only a vast emptiness that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air shimmered with colors that shouldn’t exist, twisting and bending every time he blinked.Aelira’s voice echoed faintly beside him. “Kael… where are we?”He turned, and even that motion felt wrong, slow, then too fast, as if time couldn’t decide how to move. She was beside him one second, ten feet away the next. Her glow flickered, fading in and out like a dying star.“The Void Realm,” Kael murmured. His voice carried too far, stretching into the darkness. “A place between worlds. I tore it open to trap the angels.”“Then why are we here?”Kael looked down. The ground beneath them wasn’t solid, it rippled, like water made of glass. “Because the prison doesn’t let its warden leave.”A low hum filled the air. The Godslayer Blade trembled in his grip, whispering in a voice that wasn’t quite sound.Feed me.Kael’s jaw tightened. “No
Sixty Six: Memories of a Thousand lines
The void howled around Kael Draven. It wasn’t wind, it was memory, echoing across lifetimes. Every heartbeat was a ripple, and every ripple showed him another world, another version of himself.He staggered through the darkness, the Godslayer Blade glowing faintly in his grasp, its crimson edge dripping light instead of blood..“Where… is this?”His voice was swallowed by the void. Then, the darkness answered.Thousands of Kaels stared back at him. Some wore crowns. Some chains. Others bled on battlefields, clutching the same blade. Each one bore the same eyes, burning with fury, drowning in grief.Aelira’s voice echoed faintly in his mind, distorted by distance.“Kael! Where are you? Don’t let it pull you under!”Her voice faded, and the void tightened its grip.The first memory struck like lightning.Kael stood on a mountain of corpses, armor shattered, the world burning around him. A crown of fire adorned his head. Angels screamed in the sky.“Heaven cannot be slain,” a golden fig
Sixty Seven: Breaking the Cycle
The void remembered him every sin, every scream, every time he let her die.The void trembled around him. Shadows of his past selves still clung to the air, thousands of Kaels, each drenched in blood, each holding Aelira’s lifeless body. Their voices echoed in his skull, a storm of guilt and fury.“You killed her again,” one whispered.“Because you were made to,” hissed another.“This is all you’ll ever be.”Kael’s fists tightened. The Godslayer Blade pulsed in his hand, the whispering chorus of the weapon merging with the ghosts of his own past.He shouted, “Enough!”The void cracked, a scar of crimson lightning splitting through endless black. Fragments of his past lives flickered and shattered like glass.Aelira’s voice reached him, soft, trembling, but alive. “Kael… stop fighting the memories. You’re not them anymore.”He turned, eyes burning. She stood at the edge of the void’s storm, radiant in light that somehow refused to fade even here. But behind her shimmered visions of he
Sixty Eight: A World in Chains
The sky was wrong when Kael opened his eyes, the air itself tasted different, thin, metallic, heavy with incense and lies. He stood on the ridge of a mountain that used to overlook his sect’s valley. But the banners were gone. The towers of the Black Fang were dust.In their place rose golden spires, temples of Heaven.Kael’s jaw tightened as he stepped forward. The wind carried the sound of distant hymns, echoing from a dozen cities below. Holy fire burned across the horizon, where temples shone like suns. Every peak bore Heaven’s mark, a single glowing sigil that pulsed like a wound.He whispered, “They built their cages while I was gone.”Aelira stood beside him, her aura a quiet storm of divinity. She had changed, her eyes glowed faintly now, not with corruption, but with some fragile balance between light and shadow. “Kael,” she murmured, “the world… it’s different. Centuries might have passed in the void.”Kael’s expression hardened. “Then they’ve had centuries too long.”He d
Sixty Nine : Gathering the Broken Fang
The rain hadn’t stopped since Kael’s vow.It washed over the ruins, soaking the banners they had raised the night before, tattered remnants of a promise reborn.Kael stood at the edge of the cliff, watching lightning crawl across the sky. Below, the valley pulsed with torchlight, his people, broken yet standing. Survivors. Fighters. The last remnants of the Black Fang.Tarek approached from behind, cloak heavy with rain. “We sent scouts west. The Jade Sect remnants are hiding in the ravine. They still burn our symbols when they find them.”Kael didn’t turn. “How many?”“Maybe two hundred. Scattered. Frightened. They don’t trust anyone anymore.”“Then we’ll give them something to believe in.”Tarek hesitated. “Master… not everyone will follow. Some still blame you. They think you left us. That you vanished when we needed you most.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “They’re not wrong.”Aelira, standing near the fire, looked up sharply. “KaelzzHe cut her off, voice low and sharp. “But I don’t owe
Seventy : The Empire of Vengeance
The morning sky burned red, not from dawn but from fire.Villages that once bowed to temples now burned under black banners. Soldiers knelt in the ashes, heads bowed, blades dripping.Kael stood in the heart of it all, cloak torn and soaked in blood, not his, not anymore. His gaze swept over the fallen idols of Heaven, their golden faces cracked and bleeding molten light.Behind him, the army of the Black Fang waited. Once disciples, now soldiers. Once survivors, now conquerors.Kael turned, voice cutting through the smoky wind.“Look at what the gods built,” he said. “Towers to their pride, altars to their cruelty. And what did they give you in return?”Silence.He lifted the Godslayer Blade high, its black flame spiraling up into the storm.“Nothing. They took your children. They took your faith. Now we take everything back.”The soldiers roared.Kael’s voice rose with the thunder. “We are not a sect anymore. Not fugitives. Not disciples. From this day forward” he slammed the blade