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Chapter 4: The First Seal Breaks
Author: Lady Dreamer
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The following night, the Vitale estate did not sleep.

Guards patrolled the grounds in pairs, their radios crackling with tension. The docks were locked down, every shipment under suspicion. And in the east wing, Elena Vitale sat in the dark, staring at the empty space in her bed where her husband should have been.

The storm outside had returned, thicker this time. Lightning crawled along the horizon like veins of living silver. Every rumble of thunder made the windows tremble in their frames.

She should have been afraid.

Instead, she felt drawn—magnetized—to the chapel again.

Something inside her whispered that the man she’d married wasn’t gone. He was becoming.

Ethan stood in the courtyard, shirtless in the rain. The water poured over his skin, tracing the golden sigil burned faintly into his chest. His breath came hard, his pulse unsteady. Every time lightning split the sky, it was like the mark on his skin flared in answer.

The voice had come again—not a sound, but a vibration deep in his bones.

“Your seal is breaking. Do you remember the vow?”

He had fallen to his knees, fists buried in the mud, memories flooding like blades through water: firelight over armor, blood raining from a crimson sky, the Sun King’s voice whispering his name before the fall.

Aurelian.

The War God.

But with every memory came pain—a thousand years of betrayal and silence pressing against the fragile human shell he now wore.

He had thought the world had moved on, that his exile had meaning. Now, as the sigil burned brighter, he realized the truth: someone had found him.

Inside, Elena moved through the corridors, candle in hand. The power had flickered out moments ago, and the guards were too busy arguing over generators to notice her slip away.

When she reached the courtyard, she froze.

Ethan stood in the rain like a statue carved from flame and shadow. The mark on his chest glowed brighter than lightning, spreading upward across his shoulders and down his arms like veins of molten gold.

“Ethan?”

His head snapped toward her. His eyes—no longer gray—were molten, alive, inhuman.

“Elena,” he rasped, voice layered with something deeper. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Neither should you,” she whispered. “You’re burning.”

“I can’t stop it.”

He staggered, clutching his chest. The air around him warped, the rain turning to steam before it touched his skin.

Then the ground trembled.

A pulse of light shot upward from beneath his feet, forming a circle around him—the same sigil she had seen nights before, only now alive, beating like a living heart.

“What’s happening?” she gasped.

“The first seal,” Ethan said, choking on his breath. “They’re unlocking me.”

“Who?”

Before he could answer, the world itself answered for him.

A sound tore through the air—a cry, neither thunder nor wind, but something divine. The storm bent inward, spiraling toward the courtyard’s center. The sigil flared, and from its heart, something emerged.

A figure made of light and shadow, wings folded in broken symmetry, face veiled. It spoke in a voice that rattled the earth.

“Aurelian, Fallen of the Sun, bound by mortal flesh—your exile ends. Rise, for the heavens recall their weapon.”

Elena stumbled back, clutching her chest.

Ethan looked up, rain hissing off his skin. “You shouldn’t have come,” he said again, softer this time.

The figure extended its hand. “Unseal your divinity, and the war will begin anew.”

“I told you,” Ethan growled, “that war is over.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Then came the pain.

Light speared through his chest. The sigil blazed like a miniature sun, so bright Elena screamed and shielded her eyes. The sound of it—the crack, the divine hum—felt like glass breaking in her blood.

When she dared to look again, the world had changed.

Ethan knelt amid a crater of molten stone. Steam rose from the ground in ghostly ribbons. The figure was gone. But so was the rain.

The storm above had split open—a perfect circle of calm sky, starlit and impossibly bright.

Elena ran to him. “Ethan!”

He looked up slowly. His eyes were burning gold. When he spoke, his voice echoed with two tones—the man’s and something older beneath it.

“It’s done. The first seal has broken.”

“What does that mean?”

He looked toward the heavens, jaw tight. “It means they know where I am.”

By morning, the estate buzzed with damage control. Half the guards swore they’d seen lightning strike the courtyard. Others claimed a gas line had exploded.

No one believed the truth.

Elena didn’t sleep. She sat by Ethan’s side as he dozed fitfully, skin fever-hot, breath uneven. The sigil still pulsed faintly under his heart, casting a dim light across the room.

At one point, he stirred. “Elena?”

“I’m here.”

His eyes opened, still faintly glowing. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

“You keep saying that,” she whispered. “But I’m your wife. Don’t I deserve to know what’s happening to you?”

He turned his head toward her. “You’re my anchor.”

“What?”

“When the gods stripped me of my power, they left one thread uncut—one thing to remind me I was still bound to life.” His gaze softened. “Now I know it was you.”

Her heart twisted painfully. “Ethan…”

He reached up, hand trembling, and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “If they come for me, promise me something.”

“No.”

“Elena.”

“No,” she said again, fiercely. “I won’t promise anything that involves you dying.”

A faint smile curved his lips. “You always were too proud to kneel.”

She leaned forward, forehead against his. “And you’re too damned noble to live.”

They stayed like that for a long moment—two pieces of a storm neither could control.

When the Don found them the next morning, the tenderness shattered.

He stormed into the room, guards behind him. “You think I wouldn’t notice half my courtyard turned to glass?”

Ethan rose slowly, still pale but steady. “It wasn’t me.”

“Then who?” the Don barked.

Ethan met his gaze. “Someone you can’t afford to anger.”

The Don snorted. “There’s no one in this city I can’t buy or bury.”

Ethan smiled without humor. “Then you’ve never met a god.”

Before the Don could respond, the lights flickered again. Every bulb in the hall burst, plunging the room into darkness. Then, one by one, golden symbols bloomed across the walls—shimmering sun-marks identical to the one burned into Ethan’s chest.

Elena gasped.

Ethan straightened, voice low and resonant. “They’ve marked this house as divine ground. Anyone who stays is under their watch.”

The Don’s face blanched. “Get this madness out of my home!”

Ethan stepped closer. “It’s too late. The war has already started.”

He brushed past the guards, ignoring the way they flinched at his touch, and left the room. Elena followed without hesitation.

That night, as Blackridge slept under unnatural silence, Ethan stood once more at the edge of the courtyard. The sigil was quiet now, but he could feel the other seals stirring—five more across the earth, waiting.

Elena joined him, wrapping a cloak around her shoulders. “If the gods are coming for you… what will you do?”

He didn’t answer at first. Then: “Fight.”

Her eyes softened. “Even if it means losing this life?”

He turned to her, golden light flickering faintly beneath his skin. “This life is the only thing that’s made me wish to live at all.”h

The wind picked up, cold and electric. Far above them, thunder whispered in the distance, and the faint sound of wings echoed across the sky—too vast to be human.

Ethan looked up, jaw tightening. “They’re here.”

Elena’s hand slipped into his.

“Then we face them together.”

And in the quiet before the next storm, as the heavens began to stir, the first war god of the old world stood reborn—cloaked not in divinity, but in love.

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