All Chapters of THE HUMILIATED GROOM RETURNS AS A DEITY GOD. : Chapter 61
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The Blood That Spoke
The chandeliers above the Sterling hall shuddered as Lucien Moon stepped out of the mist, his smile sharp enough to slice through silence. His presence filled the room like smoke—beautiful and suffocating all at once.Marcus raised his sword, its faint glow casting long shadows across the marble floor. “Lucien,” he said coldly. “You never could resist walking into fire.”Lucien’s eyes gleamed silver. “And you never could resist thinking you were the only one who could control it.”“Stop.” Catherine’s voice cracked like a whip through the tension. She stood at the far end of the hall, her once-perfect composure fractured by fear she could no longer hide. “Lucien Moon has no place here.”Lucien turned his gaze to her, slow and deliberate. “No place? Catherine, you were the one who invited me once—remember? The accords, the promises, the blood we shared?”“Those pacts were broken,” she hissed.Lucien smirked. “Not by me.”The hall trembled. Marcus stepped between them, sword raised, but
Blood of the Moon
As the shadows lengthened and the air thickened with tension, Diana felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. With each heartbeat, she knew that the forces of light and darkness were poised for a clash that would echo through the ages.The night sky burned with fractured light. Clouds, shredded by divine wind, parted to reveal a bleeding moon—crimson and alive. The ground trembled beneath the remnants of the battlefield, where fire still licked the bones of fallen titans. Diana stood amidst the wreckage, her silver armor cracked and stained with black blood. Her breathing came in uneven bursts, but her eyes—sharp, golden, and unyielding—glowed brighter than any flame.“Marcus,” she whispered. “He was still fighting.”The clash echoed in the distance—steel screaming against steel, thunder cracking with each strike. Marcus, the God of War, battled the Archon of Shadows, a being older than the sun, whose laughter was made of screams. Every impact between them shattered the air, s
Moon
The wind over Olympus was no longer divine. It carried the scent of ash.Fallen clouds drifted like ghosts, their silver edges turned black by the fires below. The once-eternal sky now glowed red, and thunder rolled with a human cry.Marcus stood at the edge of the high terrace, armor cracked, eyes burning faintly gold. Below, the mortal realm trembled—cities drowned, mountains broke, and rivers boiled. Every strike of lightning mirrored the pulse of his heart.He could still taste Kael’s blood on his blade. But victory meant nothing now.The real war had only begun.Behind him, Diana approached quietly, her long dark hair whipping in the wind. The mark across her wrist—the curse she had drawn from the mortal barrier—shimmered faintly with moonlight.“You went too far,” she said, her voice low but firm. “The skies are breaking. Even the stars are bleeding.”Marcus didn’t turn. “You think I don’t know that?”“Then stop pretending you can fix this alone!”He faced her at last, eyes fie
The suns fall
The world burned gold and crimson.The sky had split in two—light and shadow colliding in storms that devoured the horizon. Below, the cities of mortals screamed under the pressure of divine war. Above, Olympus trembled, its pillars cracking beneath the clash of gods.Marcus stood at the heart of it all, drenched in flame and blood.Kael’s spear had pierced his shoulder, yet he did not fall. His eyes glowed like molten suns, rage radiating from every breath. Lightning split the clouds as he tore the weapon free and hurled it aside.“You were nothing but a tyrant!” Marcus roared, summoning his blade—the Sword of Epochs—its edge alive with gold fire. “You ruled by fear and called it order!”Kael laughed, dark wings spreading wide. “And you, War, are no better. You think rebellion makes you righteous? You crave battle like mortals crave breath.”They collided again, their weapons striking with the force of collapsing stars. Each clash shattered the air; each blow turned the clouds to dus
A rising Shadowborn
There was a first strike that made an echo almost like a thunder tat split bones off the earth, Marcus has met head-on, his sword and the Verradun all clashes against team spear which made a pure shadow getting the shockwave to react in waves as the lightening all across the valley and the dust and the divine flames all gilled the air.This all showed that the war has really ultimately begun and it was against everything that was left behind.The Shadowborn always moving like some memory puffed out a smoke, neither was it alive or dead, their faced were all hidden mask of iron as their voices were hollow of whispers of the gods who has perished in the first divine purge as they had carried the anger towards extinction.Drawing out her bow. Diana's eyes all glowed with the silver flame as she loosed the arrow ready as team storm light banged. All striking down a dozen the Shadowborn at once and all the rfotmed Ashes and their forms where twisting. all reborn by the darkness that had bi
The war after Peace
Right that Monday morning, after all the storm had made its final end and all was quiet, the valet of spears all in a heart of some divine chaos, the blades all broken, the amir shattered, a faint shimmer of magic scattering across all the scorched ground, there laid a silence that stretched over like some prayer that was half remembered.At the center she stood there as the wind was tugging toward her hair, Diana looked before and Verradun and Marcus's sword were all embedded into the earth, the blazing runes had become faint and the heartbeat within just lingered a little deeper. She knelt Dian brushing her hands over the blade, the metal all warm as she spoke “You’re still here,” she whispered. “I can feel you.” her words trembled as she said them.Behind her, the footsteps became crunched all over the burnt soil, Darion was approaching and his expression weighed so much sorrow of so many immortals who had carried it to the endless, quiet and have resigned, "The rift is all sealed
The First Prophecy
A lot with memory the citadel was crimson at dawn, Diana stood at the balcony which was highest, the cold wind crushing and brushing all the strnada of her silver hair across her face, she could see the healing, the cities all rising from ashes, the mortals lighting fires again and all the rivers running clear of all the scars of the war.Beneath all these was a fragile peace, she could feel it—the subtle tremor in the fabric of all the creation, Marcus words haunted her, "If the Accord could be so broken once, it can be broken yet again, just find the blade and find me.”The sword, The Verradun,now rested right beside her, all in glowing faint right under the dawn light, it all hummed some matched heartbeat which matched her, it was calm but yet watchful. She could sense all his essence it was steady and buried so deep within just like a weapon of sleeping flame.The primal Lords all lingered heavier than all its memory, the ones who has existed before all the gods and the light itse
The Mother’s Secret
The rain hammered as the windows were open, all like a violent rhythm, the candle lighttrembked against the Citadel walls and a sought entry.Diana stood in the hall of so many mirrors, the unopened letter in her trembling hands. It was Catherine’s seal — a sun that was surrounded by twelve broken circles — all seemed almost alive under the flame. It had been her mother’s private mark, used only for messages she never intended to be found. At least not easily. Darion stood far as he watched her, he said nothing, he knew this was not just a message for him, he knew it was not meant for the council, or even the gods it was for Diana Sterling alone.She had broken the seal and the parchment had cracked as she had done the unfolding of it, the air had grew so heavy as it charged with the residue of the ancient magic, her mothers voice began like an echo itwasread softly from the page all weaving through the storms roar.“My dearest daughter… if these words have found you, then it means t
Shadows of the Living and the Lost
All the storm was over and it had left the resoundig thunder, all of broken clouds that hunged so low, even over the charred plains, their edges were glowing in the pale dawn of light. The battlefield still smoked of graveyard of the angels and of men.Marcus was standing at the edge of the crater, the mark of divine fire was still burning across his arms, so faintly, the warlord who had once commanded the legions of gods looked like a man who had just lost everything his cloak was so torn and his armor had cracked, in his eyes, it was golden and fierce but it burnt of purpose, yet inside of it, it was hollow.He had felt her spirit vanish — Catherine’s, spirit all the quiet gentleness that had once anchored the chaos of heaven. Her death had been the spark that had shattered everything, and even though the centuries had passed since that night, the guilt still followed him now like a curse.Now, she was gone for good, and Alaric — her husband — would never forgive him.In all the di
The Children of the First Flame
A hushed silence enveloped the scene, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the valley. As the storm clouds gathered, a flicker of hope ignited among the survivors; perhaps this was not the end, but a chance to rebuild from the ashes of their past.Marcus stood at the center of the ruin, his sword of crimson light dim against the ash-laden sky. Every breath he took hurt; divine blood still trickled down his side, black and glimmering like molten glass. Around him, soldiers bowed their heads, waiting for a word, a signal—anything that meant this war had ended, but the sky said otherwise.The clouds above twisted into a vortex of violet fire. Bolts of light fell like spears. And in the heart of that storm, something ancient stirred—not a god nor man, but the echo of both. The air crackled with energy, charged with the weight of forgotten legends and unspoken destinies. As the soldiers exchanged anxious glances, the ground beneath them trembled, resonating with the