Chapter 3: Love and Loss

By the time Alex turned 12, his bond with Grayfia had evolved into something deeper. Their feelings for each other, though unspoken, were undeniable. There was a closeness between them that went beyond the normal boundaries of friendship or duty. Grayfia was not just a mentor to him; she was someone he could confide in, someone who understood the weight of his responsibilities.

However, despite their growing affection for one another, both Alex and Grayfia knew the importance of waiting. Alex, though mature beyond his years, was still young, and Grayfia respected his growth and the journey he had yet to complete.

They spent countless hours together, training, talking, and sharing quiet moments. Their connection grew, and though they hadn't taken the final step toward becoming lovers, it was clear that their relationship had transcended the typical boundaries of master and student. Grayfia had become an essential part of Alex's life.

But their time together was cut short when tragedy struck.

One evening, Alex returned to his father's palace after an intense training session, only to be met with grave news. Razen, his mother, had been killed—murdered by none other than Rizevim Lucifer, her own brother.

The shock hit Alex like a physical blow. His mother, though not a constant presence in his life, had always been a figure of warmth and strength. And now, she was gone, her life stolen by the hands of the very person who shared her blood.

Shiva, though outwardly calm, was devastated. The god of destruction's fury was barely contained, and the realm seemed to tremble under the weight of his sorrow. But it was Alex who felt the burden the most. His heart ached with loss, but alongside that grief burned a newfound sense of purpose—he would find Rizevim and make him pay for what he had done.

"I'll handle this," Alex said, his voice cold with resolve as he stood before his father.

Shiva nodded, his eyes reflecting both pride and sadness. "I know you will. But don't let anger cloud your judgment. Rizevim is dangerous, and he won't be easy to find."

Alex nodded, but his mind was already set. He would grow stronger—strong enough to surpass even his father. Strong enough to take down Rizevim and anyone else who stood in his way.

Time Skip – Alex at 15

The next few years were a whirlwind of growth and power. Alex dedicated himself to his training with even more intensity, pushing his limits further each day. He mastered new techniques, tapped deeper into his Saiyan and Frost demon heritage, and expanded his control over destructive energy.

It wasn't long before whispers began to spread across the underworld—Alex, the son of Shiva, had surpassed even his father in strength. He was now recognized as the strongest being under Great Red and Ophis, a force to be reckoned with.

But his goal remained the same: to find Rizevim and bring him to justice for the death of his mother.

.

.

.

.

The night sky stretched endlessly above as Alex stood on the edge of the mountain, gazing out over the vast landscape of the Underworld. His body hummed with energy, the kind that made even the stars seem small and insignificant. The weight of his immense power was something he had carried for years, but tonight, it felt different—he felt on the verge of something greater.

Beside him stood Grayfia, the one constant in his life over the past few years. Her silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, her calm expression watching him with quiet intensity. Though their bond had deepened, she knew when to give Alex space. Tonight was one of those times.

"You're thinking about something," Grayfia said softly, her voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

Alex's fists clenched, his eyes narrowing as he remembered. "I'm thinking about the day I stopped holding back."

Grayfia didn't press further, but she knew what was coming. That day had been a turning point in his life. A day that not only shaped his destiny but also marked the moment he truly became stronger than his father—Shiva, the God of Destruction.

As the memory crept up on him, the present seemed to fade, and Alex was drawn back into the flash of his past.