2026-06-02 18:48:39Pain came first.
Not gentle pain. Not fading pain.
Pain that screamed.
It burned through Diamond Blackwood’s body like fire through oil, sharp and endless, ripping him awake from the dark. His lungs dragged in air that felt like knives. Every breath hurt. Every movement felt wrong.
He tried to open his eyes.
Nothing happened.
He blinked.
Still nothing.
Panic rushed through him, hot and violent. He lifted a trembling hand and touched his face. His fingers brushed thick bandages, stiff with dried blood.
His chest tightened.
He tried to speak.
Only a broken sound escaped.
A voice female voice answered.
“Easy.”
it was Calm. Unfamiliar.
“You’ll tear your stitches if you fight like that.”
Blackwood froze.
His hand dropped slowly.
“Where…” His voice cracked, rough like broken stone. “Where am I?”
“Not dead,” the voice said. “Which should count for something.”
Silence filled the room
Then reality hit him.
He could hear her.
He could smell firewood. Medicine. Blood.
But he could not see.
“I can’t see,” he shouted.
The woman hesitated long enough thinking of a reply
His heart began to pound.
“I said,” he forced, “I can’t see.”
“You won’t,” she replied.
The words landed like a blade.
Blackwood tried to sit up.
Pain exploded through his side. He gasped, collapsing back.
“Don’t,” she warned. “You took a spear to the ribs, another to the thigh, and something shattered your face. You should be dead.”
“But I’m not,” he said.
“No,” she agreed. “You’re not.”
His hands clenched.
Blind.
The word formed in his mind, heavy and impossible.
Blind.
The God of War.
Blind.
A sound broke from him not a cry, not a scream something raw and animal. He rolled to his side, breath tearing out of him.
“You should have let me die,” he said.
“No,” the woman replied. “I shouldn’t have.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Then footsteps approached.
She sat beside him. He could feel her presence, calm and solid.
“Name?” he asked.
“Nyx.”
He let it rest in his mind.
“Why?” he demanded. “Why save me?”
“Because I recognized you.”
That made him laugh broken, bitter.
“Everyone recognized me,” he said. “Then they buried me.”
She said nothing.
The silence told him more than words.
Days passed. Turned into weeks.
Time lost meaning in darkness he got to understand that.
Blackwood learned the shape of pain. He learned the weight of helplessness. He learned how silence could scream.
Nyx fed him. Cleaned his wounds. Never spoke unless necessary.
He hated all of that.
He hated needing.
He hated not seeing.
He reached for his sword one night and found nothing.
“Where is it?” he asked.
“Gone.”
“Gone where?”
“Burned. Like the rest of your army’s remains.”
The words stabbed deeper than any wound.
He turned his face away.
“My men,” he whispered.
She did not answer.
Which meant they were dead.
Every one.
A low sound crawled out of his throat.
He clenched his fists.
He did not cry.
Gods did not cry.
But men did.
And Blackwood had never felt more like a man than he did now broken, stripped, useless.
“Tell me,” he said suddenly. “What did they say about me?”
Nyx paused in confusion.
“What did they say when I fell?”
She exhaled slowly. “They said the God of War bled.”
His jaw tightened.
“They said Darkhole was finally free.”
Something inside him shifted.
Not shattered.Not broken. But Rearranged.
When he could finally stand, he fell hard.
His knees slammed into the ground, breath punched from his lungs.
Nyx moved to help.
“Don’t,” he snarled.
He forced himself up, swaying, reaching blindly. His hands brushed the wall.
He stood.
Then fell again.
And again. And again.
Every fall stripped something from him.
Pride.Ego.Hope.
But it left something else behind.
Resolve.
“I will walk,” he said.
Nyx watched.
“You will crawl first.”
And he did.
He dragged himself across stone, teeth clenched, blood wetting the floor.
He learned to count steps. He learned to map rooms. He learned to listen.
Every sound became information.
Every breath a weapon.
Every heartbeat a clock.
He was rebuilding himself.
Not as a general but as a monster.
One night, Nyx returned with blood on her hands.
Not hers.
He smelled it.
“Sit,” she told him.
He did.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Someone recognized you.”
His fingers twitched.
“Who?”
“A drunk soldier. He said you looked like a ghost.”
“And?”
“I corrected him.”
He smiled.
The first time It was not kind.
She began to train him not with swords but with silence.
She threw stones near him, making him track sound. She moved around him, forcing him to sense her presence. She taught him to listen for lies in breathing, to hear fear in footsteps.
“You don’t need eyes,” she said. “You need attention.”
And he learned faster than she expected.
His mind sharpened and more Dangerously now
One night, she brought him news.
He could hear it in her steps.
Careful.Heavy.
“Your father is alive,” she said.
His breath stopped.
“And being tortured.”
The room tilted.
“They arrested him two days after your death.”
“My mother?” he asked.
“Under watch.”
His hands curled slowly.
“My wife?”
Nyx hesitated.
He already knew.
“She signed your death order.”
The silence that followed was thick.
Then
“She remarried,” Nyx added.
Something snapped.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.Quietly.
Permanently.
Blackwood stood.
“I want names,” he said.
“You’re not ready.”
“I don’t care.”
“You can barely walk.”
“I can still kill.”
Nyx studied him.
Then said, “There’s a captain. He helped seal your retreat.”
Blackwood turned his face toward her voice. “Take me to him.”
They moved through the underground like ghosts.
Blackwood leaned on Nyx’s shoulder, but his steps were steady.
When they reached the building, he could smell wine and sweat.
Laughter inside.
He listened.
Counted.
Three men.
One heavy. Two light.
Nyx pressed a dagger into his hand.
“You don’t see,” she whispered. “So listen.”
He nodded.
The door creaked open and Blackwood stepped in.
The men laughed until they stopped.
“Who the hell ” they asked
Blackwood moved in the Sound guided him.
They Breath. Steps and Fear.
His blade slid into flesh.
A scream.Then another. Then silence.
The last man begged for he's life
Blackwood knelt beside him.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
The man sobbed.
“You’re–You’re dead.”
Blackwood leaned closer.
“Then tell me,” he whispered, “why do I still breathe?”
The man screamed.
And then nothing.
Blackwood stood in the blood.
Breathing.
Not shaking.Not breaking.
Nyx watched him.
He turned his face upward.
“They erased me,” he said. “So I will rewrite myself.” And in the dark, a blind and bleeding Diamond Blackwood smiled.
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