The God's killer

The Fracturing of Heaven

Chapter 17: The Fracturing of Heaven

Moments after the Temple of Origin shattered

The Temple of Origin, once a pillar of silence and time, had gone still.

Shards of memory drifted through the air like snow, each fragment glowing faintly, displaying broken scenes of a reality now upended. The echo of Kael’s last words lingered:

“I’m coming for my throne.”

Outside, the celestial wind howled. The breach into the High Sanctum pulsed with wild energy. What had once been a controlled gate between worlds now trembled, fraying at its edges as Kael’s power refused to be contained.

Elarya stood unmoving, her hands bleeding light. She stared into the void where the seal had been where Kael had driven the Godbane into the heart of memory. The act had torn more than the Temple.

It had torn the Heavens.

Vaelun staggered to one knee beside her, the weight of realization drowning the ancient spark in his eyes. “It’s started… The Sundering.”

Above them, the skies opened.

Across the divine realm, in towers of gold and shrines of stardust, the gods felt it.

Kael had awakened and with him, the lie that bound the cosmos began to unravel.

In the High Sanctum: Throne of the Twelve

The chamber had not known war in a thousand eras.

Now, it echoed with it.

Seven gods stood on one side of the shattered circle, led by Thandros, Warlord of Eternity, his obsidian helm blazing with righteous fire. Beside him was Seriah, Goddess of Light and Order, her hands curled into trembling fists.

Across from them stood three others Elarya, Vaelun, and Myrix, Keeper of Secrets, who had not spoken in centuries but now bore eyes as clear as prophecy.

Between them, the throne, Kael’s old seat sat empty, but it vibrated, humming with life. As though the seat itself remembered its true master.

Thandros slammed his blade into the marble floor. “He is a threat. A remnant of an age meant to be forgotten. We should have destroyed him completely!”

“He was never meant to die,” Vaelun snapped. “Only to sleep. You were the one who insisted the seal be woven from her soul!”

“That seal is now broken,” Myrix whispered. “And time itself begins to warp. His presence is unmaking the Lie.”

“What lie?” Seriah asked, though her voice faltered.

“The lie of dominion. That we created ourselves. That there was no one before. That we… were never children.”

Murmurs rippled through the chamber.

“You’ve all grown too used to thrones and worship,” Elarya said bitterly. “You forgot what he gave up to make us.”

“Then let him return,” Thandros roared, “and see what we have become.”

The chamber darkened.

From the deep abyss between realms, watchers stirred again. Even the gods paused, sensing a presence vast and ancient pressing against the edge of creation.

Not Kael.

Something older.

Something awake.

Back at the Ruined Temple

Lira stood in the remains of the chamber, the cracked floor beneath her glowing with Kael’s presence. He knelt beside the breach in reality he had created, eyes closed, one hand touching the remnants of the Godbane's strike.

He was silent but not idle.

He was remembering.

Every memory returned to him now. His forging of stars. His laughter with Lira at the birth of their first mortal. The betrayal. The erasure. The void.

And now her voice beside him, returned.

“Kael,” Lira whispered. “I feel… strange.”

He looked to her and the sight stole even his breath.

Her mortal form was fading. Not vanishing but transforming.

A silver glow pulsed from within her chest, her heart reshaping into something mythic. Her once-human skin shimmered with threads of cosmic silk. Her wings unfurled, no longer feathered, but made of translucent starlight and golden veins, beating with the rhythm of life itself.

Her eyes had become mirrors of time, reflecting past and future in their depths.

“You’re ascending,” Kael said, rising to his feet. “Not just remembering… evolving.”

“I was made from your soul,” she said softly. “But not as a part. As a counterbalance. You made me to be your light when your shadow grew too deep.”

Kael stepped closer, brushing her cheek. “You are more than balance, Lira. You were always the soul of this cosmos. Not a seal. A compass.”

Their foreheads touched.

The energy surged outward, pulsing like a heartbeat across the realms. It reached the mortal world, where earthquakes shook temples and stars shifted unnaturally in the sky.

It reached the divine sanctum, where gods paused in terror.

And it reached the Deep Forgotten, whose whispers now stirred the dead winds of the first void.

A Far Realm, Unknown to Mortals or Gods

In a realm without name, beneath even time, the watchers twisted.

Dark voices, ancient and formless, coiled around the edge of Kael’s new light.

He returns.

The breach begins again.

We must feed before he becomes whole.

But something stopped them.

A name.

Lira.

Her light had reached even them.

And they hesitated.

Back in the Temple ruins, Kael turned to the shattered sky.

“War is coming,” he murmured.

Lira stood beside him, newly divine, power flowing through her like music not heard since the First Flame.

“Let them come,” she said.

“Because this time… we are not alone.”