All Chapters of The Godslayer's Return: Chapter 81
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Eighty One: The Emperor's Wrath
The traitors were dragged into the courtyard at dawn. Their screams echoed through the half-ruined city, carried by the bitter wind that swept across Dravengard’s broken spires. Blood stained the cobblestones like spilled ink. The scent of smoke and death clung to the air, thick, suffocating, alive.Kael stood on the balcony of the shattered palace, cloak sweeping around him in the cold wind. Below, his soldiers, those still loyal, watched in silence.The commanders knelt before him, their heads bowed.“Your Majesty,” one of them said quietly. “The traitors await your judgment.”Kael’s crimson eyes flicked down to the kneeling men below. Former disciples. Elders who had once called him Master. They now trembled in chains.“Judgment,” Kael repeated, voice calm, toneless. “They’ve already judged themselves.”He descended the stairs slowly, every step echoing in the courtyard’s silence. The soldiers parted like shadows as he passed.Aelira wasn’t there. She hadn’t spoken to him since th
Eighty Two: Festival Of chains
The city of Dravengard burned with light that night not from war, but from celebration.Thousands filled the rebuilt streets, torches and banners waving, drums beating like the pulse of the empire itself. Fireworks burst above the towers, showering the night with gold and crimson sparks. The scent of roasted meat and incense mixed with the cries of children running through the crowd.Kael Draven stood on the highest balcony of the black palace, the wind whipping his cloak behind him. His armor was polished obsidian, his crown carved from fragments of divine relics he’d taken from the gods themselves.Below, the voice of the herald boomed across the city:“Tonight, by decree of His Majesty, Emperor Kael Draven, the Festival of Chains begins!”The crowd erupted into cheers that shook the very stones.Kael’s gaze drifted over the sea of people, slaves, peasants, former soldiers of fallen kingdoms. For once, their faces weren’t twisted by fear. They were smiling.Aelira stood beside him,
Eighty Three: Duel of the Execution
The night sky was no longer a sky. It was a wound, torn open, bleeding divine fire.Dravengard burned below it. The great banners of the Black Fang snapped in a storm of heat and ash, and in the middle of that chaos, two figures clashed like gods at war.Kael Draven’s cloak was in tatters, his black armor scorched and cracked, but his eyes were steady, two cold embers burning brighter the longer he bled.Opposite him stood Serathiel, the Executioner of Heaven, halo blazing, sword dripping molten light.Each time their blades met, the air screamed.The shockwave shattered towers, split the plaza, and sent soldiers and civilians fleeing in waves.Yet, none dared look away. Their Emperor fought for them and against him stood Heaven itself.Serathiel swung in a blinding arc, divine energy tearing through the ground. “You dare defy eternity itself!”Kael twisted, parrying just barely. The impact hurled him backward through a column, stone exploding around him. He rolled to his feet, coughi
Eighty Four: The Blade's Rebellion
After the duel with Serathiel, the ashes of celebration still clung to Dravengard’s streets. The people called Kael “Godslayer,” sang his name in trembling awe, but beneath the triumph ran a pulse of fear, low, constant, unspoken.Even the banners seemed to watch him now.Kael sat on the obsidian throne at the heart of the shattered palace. His armor, still cracked from battle, caught the dim torchlight. Across his knees rested the Godslayer Blade, veined with faint streaks of gold light, divine essence still trapped within its steel.It should have felt like victory.Instead, it felt like breathing beside a beast that hadn’t yet finished feeding.He stared at the sword in silence, his reflection shifting on its dark surface. For the first time since his rebirth, Kael felt something foreign coil beneath his skin, unease.The door creaked open. Aelira entered, her robes torn, hair bound loosely, eyes rimmed with exhaustion. “You should rest,” she said quietly. “You’ve not slept since
Eighty Five: Duel Against Himself
Darkness pressed in on Kael like a living thing.Cold chains dug into his wrists, binding him to a jagged obsidian pillar. His breath echoed in the void, too loud, too alone. But he wasn’t alone.A figure stepped out of the shadows.His height.His eyes.His voice.Shadow Kael.A perfect mirror, except its pupils glowed the same hungry crimson as the Godslayer Blade.The shadow tilted its head, studying him with a slow, hungry smile.“Finally,” it murmured. “The emperor arrives… in chains.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t come here by choice.”The shadow laughed, Kael’s own laugh, twisted and low.“No one chooses to face themselves. Especially not tyrants.”“Spare me the riddles,” Kael growled. “What do you want?”“What you want,” the shadow replied, stepping closer. Its presence felt like heat and cold at the same time. “Domination. Blood. Reverence. You pretend it’s vengeance… but look how far you’ve fallen.”The chains tightened, biting deeper. Kael hissed but didn’t break eye con
Eighty Six: The Blade Submits
Light slammed into Kael like a tidal wave.One moment he was standing in the collapsing inner world of the Godslayer Blade—the next he was back in the meditation hall, kneeling in the center of the runic circle, drenched in cold sweat.His breath came in ragged bursts.The blade floated before him, suspended in the air, humming low like a beast waiting to see if its new master would dare reach out.Aelira rushed toward him the moment his eyes opened.“Kael! Kael, talk to me!”He didn’t answer.He reached up, slowly, deliberately and wrapped his fingers around the hilt.The hall trembled.A deep crimson glow erupted from the weapon, swirling around his arm, his chest, and then sinking into his body like molten iron being poured into a mold.Aelira gasped, stumbling back as a blast of heat washed over her.“Kael stop! That’s too much power.”He didn’t hear her.Or maybe he simply didn’t care.The Godslayer Blade pulsed, and a voice, cold, ancient, familiar, whispered through the air.“M
Eighty Seven: The Divine Heir Appears
The throne hall buzzed with anxious whispers as Kael entered, the Godslayer Blade humming at his hip like a starving beast. Every disciple bowed, but their eyes trembled. His aura was sharper today, too sharp.Kael barely sat before the doors were kicked open.A panting messenger fell to his knees.“E-Emperor! News, grave news!”Kael arched her brow. “Speak.”The messenger swallowed hard. “A figure descended from the heavens. Wings of gold. A bloodline tied to… to one of the gods who betrayed you in your first life.”The hall froze.Aelira, standing near Kael’s right hand, stiffened. “A divine heir?”Another disciple stepped forward, face pale. “The people call them Hopebringer. They’re gathering mortals faster than we can track.”Kael leaned forward. “Mortals flocking to a godspawn? After everything the gods did?”“Emperor…” the disciple whispered, “They fear the gods. But now… many fear you more.”The hall went dead-silent.Kael’s jaw tightened. “Fear me?”One of the elders braved a
Eighty Eight: Duel of Heirs and Tyrants
The world held its breath when Kael stepped onto the blackened plateau where he and the divine heir agreed to meet. No armies, no spectators, no banners, only wind slicing across stone.A second sun ignited above the horizon.Wings of molten gold unfolded, and the divine heir descended like a falling judgment.The ground cracked beneath their landing.The heir tilted their chin. “You came alone.”Kael rested a hand on the Godslayer Blade. “You said single combat. I intend to make sure your corpse keeps its promise.”The heir gave a small, pitying smile. “Still pretending you choose? Still pretending you are more than a cycle?”Kael rolled his shoulders. “Start the fight. I don’t need sermons.”“Oh, but you do.” The heir lifted their spear, light condensed so densely it hummed like a scream. “History repeats for a reason, Kael Draven. You rise. You slaughter. You rebel. And then..”“I die.” Kael snorted. “Yes, yes. You gods are very proud of that part.”“We’re not proud,” the heir corr
Eighty Nine: Godfire’s Curse
Kael hit the ground hard.The divine heir’s body had already turned to drifting gold ash, but the power inside Kael didn’t fade with it, it detonated.Godfire roared through his veins like molten chains snapping loose. He clawed at the earth, fingers carving trenches as the heat tore him from the inside.Aelira landed beside him instantly.“Kael! Stay with me look at me!”He couldn’t. His vision was nothing but burning white.The disciples rushed forward, circling in panic as cracks of golden light flickered beneath his skin.“Master, he’s going to explode!”“Get water! Get anything”“That won’t help,” Aelira snapped. “This is godfire. It consumes souls, not flesh.”Kael tried to stand, but the fire slammed him back down. His scream wasn’t human. It echoed across the shattered battlefield, twisting the air with raw divinity.Aelira knelt and grabbed his face between her palms, forcing his eyes toward her.“Kael, listen,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You’re being rewritten. The God
Ninety: Half-God, All Vengeance
The world felt different.Sharper.Louder.Alive in a way Kael had never sensed before.He stood at the balcony of the obsidian citadel overlooking his empire, his pulse syncing with the heartbeat of the land itself. Every whisper in the wind, every distant footstep, every trembling breath from the citizens below flowed into him.Half-divine.The words still felt unreal.Aelira stood a few steps behind him, arms folded, her wing feathers dim from exhaustion. She watched him like someone watching a blade they weren’t sure they could sheathe again.“How do you feel?” she asked quietly.Kael exhaled, and the air shimmered with heat. “Like the world finally makes sense.”“That’s not comforting,” she muttered.He turned his head slightly. “They’re afraid,” he said, listening to the city below. “Even the ones who worship me.”“They should be,” Aelira replied. “You’re not mortal anymore.”Kael didn’t deny it. He simply stepped forward and placed his hands on the railing, letting the power in