All Chapters of Heavenfall King: The Prison God Who Returned: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
16 chapters
Chapter 1: The Day the King Walked Out
The prison gates screeched open with a sound like rusted bones breaking. Mark Lane stepped forward. Five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. He didn’t look back.“Lane,” the guard called, voice flat. “You’re free. Try not to come back.”Mark paused. Just long enough to turn his head slightly. “I won’t,” he said.The guard snorted. “Everyone says that.”Mark didn’t reply. He walked out into the sunlight, eyes narrowing as brightness washed over him. The city skyline loomed in the distance, steel, glass, and rot stacked high. It looked the same as the day he went in.Only he had changed. A black sedan waited beyond the gate. Three men leaned against it. All tall. All broad-shouldered. All wearing identical faint smiles.One of them clapped slowly. “Well, look at that. The sacrificial lamb survived.”Mark stopped walking. The man continued, “Five years inside, and you still walk straight. I’m impressed.”Mark’s gaze drifted over them calmly. “You’re early.”Another ma
Chapter 2: Heaven’s Shadow Moves
The pressure in the room didn’t disappear. It thickened.Mark stood between Tania and the man in the black suit without thinking. His body moved first, trained instinct overriding reason. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, flickering like nervous witnesses.“Who are you?” Mark asked again, voice calm, measured.The man smiled faintly, as if pleased by the question. “My name wouldn’t mean anything to you. Not yet.”One of the men behind him shifted his stance. Mark noticed immediately, weight on the back foot, right hand slightly tense. A trained fighter.Tania’s fingers tightened around Mark’s sleeve. “Mark… I don’t like this.”“I know,” he said softly, not looking away from the man. “Stay behind me.”The doctor swallowed hard. “Sirs, this is a medical facility. If there’s a problem,”“There is,” the man said mildly. “But it’s not yours.”He glanced at Mark again. “Relax. If I wanted blood, this building would already be quiet.”Mark didn’t respond. Silence stretched. Then Mark s
Chapter 3: Blood Before Midnight
The rain hadn’t stopped. It hammered against the windshield as Mark drove through the city, wipers slicing back and forth like metronomes counting down to something inevitable. Streetlights smeared into long, distorted lines across the glass.Tania sat in the passenger seat, silent. “You should’ve stayed home,” Mark said.She didn’t look at him. “You didn’t ask me to.”“I was going to.”She turned then, eyes sharp. “No. You were going to decide for me.”Mark tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “This isn’t something you should be near.”“And prison was?” she shot back. “Five years without you was?”Silence fell again. Mark exhaled slowly. “They used Andrew to bait me.”“And you’re still going,” she said. “So what does that make you?”“Someone who finishes things.”The car slowed as they entered an older district, abandoned factories, shuttered warehouses, streets too wide and too empty. Mark recognized the area immediately. The old Lane shipping subsidiary. Sold on paper. Still
Chapter 4: When Heaven Blinks
The sirens grew louder. Mark didn’t hurry.Rain slid down his face as he guided Tania into the car, closing the door with deliberate calm. Only when the engine started did his jaw tighten, just slightly.“They’ll pin this on you,” Tania said quietly.“They’ll try,” Mark replied, pulling into the road. “But not tonight.”She studied him in the dim dashboard light. “You killed them.”“Yes.”No denial. No justification. She swallowed. “Does it bother you?”Mark was silent for a long moment. Then, “It bothers me that it didn’t.” That answer scared her more than the blood.They drove until the city lights thinned and the streets turned unfamiliar. Mark stopped beneath an overpass, concrete pillars towering like watchful giants.“Out,” he said.Tania frowned. “Why?” “Because someone’s been following us for six blocks.”Her breath hitched. “Police?”“No.”He stepped out into the rain. “Show yourself,” Mark said calmly. The shadows rippled.A man emerged, thin, tall, wearing a gray coat too
Chapter 5: The Price of Defiance
Darkness swallowed the hallway. Not the absence of light, but something heavier, thicker, as if the shadows themselves had weight. The shattered bulbs sparked once, twice, then died completely.Tania’s breath hitched. “Mark…” she whispered.“I’m here,” he said immediately, stepping back until he felt her against him. “Don’t move.” The woman in white didn’t advance. She didn’t need to.“You feel it, don’t you?” her voice drifted through the dark, calm and almost kind. “The pressure. The difference.”Mark did feel it. This wasn’t like Zhou Wen. This wasn’t like the observer under the overpass. This presence was sharp. Focused. Purpose-built.“Who are you?” Mark asked.A faint glow bloomed in the darkness, golden, soft, outlining the woman’s face. Her eyes gleamed like molten metal.“My designation is Aurelian Executor Seven,” she said. “But you may call me Iris.”“Executioner,” Mark repeated. “So Heaven finally chose violence.”Iris smiled. “You misunderstand. Violence was always the la
Chapter 6: The Night Heaven Escalated
The sky didn’t change all at once. At first, it was subtle, clouds drifting against the wind, stars dimming as if someone had lowered a veil. Then the air itself began to hum, a low vibration that settled into bone and marrow.Mark stood at the window, blood still drying at his lip. Tania wrapped a blanket around his shoulders with shaking hands. “You’re not fine,” she said. “You’re barely standing.”“I’ve been worse,” Mark replied.“That’s not comforting.” He almost smiled. Outside, the streetlights flickered in sequence, one after another, like a signal traveling through the city. Somewhere far away, glass shattered. A car alarm wailed, then cut off abruptly.Tania followed his gaze. “What’s happening?”“Heaven,” Mark said quietly, “just stopped pretending we don’t exist.”A sharp knock echoed through the apartment. Not three taps this time. One. Heavy. Deliberate.Tania’s breath caught. “Another one?”Mark shook his head slowly. “No.”He walked to the door and opened it. The hallw
Chapter 7: The City That Held Its Breath
Mark didn’t remember leaving the subway station. One moment he was on his knees, lungs burning, ears ringing with the echo of a god’s voice. The next, cold rain struck his face, sharp enough to drag him back into his body.He lay sprawled in an alley two districts away, concrete slick beneath his palms. So they’d thrown him out. Not killed. Not spared. Released. Mark pushed himself upright slowly. Every muscle screamed. His vision swam, the world tilting as if reality itself hadn’t quite settled back into place.“Being hunted by everything,” he muttered. “That’s new.”A laugh bubbled up, short, rough, humorless, and died in his throat. He staggered forward, bracing himself against a wall. Neon signs buzzed overhead. The city looked normal. Too normal.But Mark could feel it. Eyes. Not watching from above anymore, but from everywhere. Windows. Shadows. Passing cars. Reflections in puddles that lingered a second too long.The city had become a net. Tania was waiting when he reached the
Chapter 8: The First Hunter Bleeds
The impact shook the building to its foundation.Mark’s fist met resistance, real resistance, and pain flared up his arm as if he’d punched compressed steel wrapped in tar. The thing screeched, a sound that wasn’t sound at all but pressure tearing through the air.Cracks spiderwebbed across the apartment walls. “Move!” Mark barked.Tania didn’t argue. She grabbed the boy’s sleeve and ran for the stairwell.The Hunter twisted midair, its form reshaping, too many joints, too many directions. A limb stretched, splitting into hooked tendrils that slammed toward Mark’s chest.Mark pivoted, barely avoiding the strike. The tendrils tore through the wall behind him, ripping concrete free like wet paper.“So you’re solid now,” Mark muttered. “Good.”He stepped in close. Too close. The Hunter reacted instantly, its surface rippling as something like a mouth opened across its torso.ERASE. The word hit Mark’s mind like a hammer. His vision flashed white. For a fraction of a second, his body didn
Chapter 9: The Monsters That Remember
The city didn’t calm down after the sirens faded. It only pretended to.Mark felt it as they moved through the crowds, an unnatural stillness beneath the noise, like an animal holding its breath. People shouted, phones recorded, police cordons snapped into place. But under it all was a tremor, a low-frequency unease that crawled along Mark’s spine.“They’ll blame a gas explosion,” the boy said casually as they ducked into a side street. “Or a meth lab. Humans are very creative when they’re scared.”Tania shot him a look. “People could’ve died.”The boy’s grin faded. “People always do.”Mark glanced back at the ruined building once more before turning away. “Second tier,” he muttered.The boy nodded, suddenly serious. “Yeah. That’s… not great.”“Define not great,” Tania said.The boy shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. “First-tier Hunters are tools. Algorithms with teeth. Second-tier ones?” He hesitated. “They remember.”Mark stopped walking. “Remember what?” he asked.“Pain,” th
Chapter 10: Where Names Go to Die
By the time dawn threatened the horizon, Tania’s name had already begun to fray. It started small. A street vendor stared at her too long, then frowned. “Miss… sorry, do I know you?”Tania smiled politely. “No.”The vendor nodded, embarrassed, but when she walked away, Mark heard him mutter, “Strange. I swear she was taller.”Mark’s hand tightened around hers.The boy noticed too. His jaw clenched as he typed rapidly on a cracked tablet, code and symbols flickering across the screen. “Memory bleed. Early-stage. Faster than expected.”Rhea swore. “That thing’s sprinting.”They moved fast through the underground corridors, boots slapping concrete, lights flickering overhead like dying stars. Around them, the resistance scattered, some packing up, others vanishing into hidden exits.“You’re all leaving?” Tania asked, breathless.Rhea didn’t slow. “The Archivist doesn’t just erase targets. It audits witnesses.”Mark glanced back. “They’ll die for helping us.”Rhea shot him a hard look. “T