Chapter 136:

Chapter 136: 

The battlescape was supposed to be silent.

It was supposed to be over.

Yami had been freed. The war that raged within her had been won—not by force, not by violence, but by love. By Noboru's unwavering devotion.

She was in his arms now, shaking, crying, whispering apologies over and over.

"It's over now. My love. My yami." Noboru said pulling her him giving her pecks on her neck attempting to calm the queen in his arms. His beloved concubine. But Noboru knew there was still one loose end. Annoying prideful arrogant lose end

One pathetic, broken thing still gasping for breath beneath them.

Hikari. God's enforcer. God's executioner. Yahweh so called perfect child.

He lay in the ruins of what was once a the battlefield, his so called heavenly golden blood staining the shattered ground. His once-radiant golden wings were tattered, his divine armor cracked, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition. His ribs crushed. His leg bent backwards.

This was Yahweh's perfect son. His enforcer. His chosen one. The one destined to kill Noboru.

Now?

He was nothing.

Pathetic.

Failure.

Trash.

And yet—he still refused to accept it.

Refused to accept he lost to the one he called abomination.

The one he called a Aberration which meant someone or something that deviated from normal.

Or the one he called a disgrace.

He refused to accept he lost to Noboru Chikara.

Just like his father lost to Noboru and his wife and concubines in the past.

Hikari's breath was ragged, his golden eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief, rage, and something else—something deeper.

Fear. Terror. Horror and Dread

He had never felt fear before. Never known what it was like to look at someone and truly believe they could end him with just a glance.

That how far ahead Noboru's anger had pushed him.

That how far Noboru had come when he had achieved a mere less than percentage of the power Yahweh feared.

And now, as Noboru stood there, still holding Yami close, still emanating that godforsaken Hell God Omni Energy which had a aura that made every fiber of Hikari's being SCREAM in horror—he felt it.

It clawed at his chest.

It burned in his throat.

It made his hands shake.

No. No, no, no, no—this couldn't be happening.

This wasn't how this was supposed to end.

He was Hikari. He was Yahweh's divine sword. He was meant to stand above all, to deliver judgment to the unworthy, to annihilate the abomination.

And yet—here he was. Crawling. Or attempting to Crawl.

Whatever he was doing was a sorry attempt to crawl away.

He tried to lift himself up, but the pain was unbearable. His body was broken. His power was useless.

And Noboru?

He wasn't even looking at him anymore.

He was looking at her. At Yami. Holding her. Whispering to her.

What he was saying Hikari couldn't hear his senses barely worked after the sin that Abomination committed against his body. 

A sin.

Yes that is what the abomination did.

After all to touch him the perfect son of god.

For such a disgrace to lay hands on him was a sin.

Hikari anger spiralled as he saw Noboru not even spare him a glance.

Treat him like a bug, a insect, a pebble.

How dare he act.

Like Hikari didn't even matter.

Like he was an insect beneath their feet.

The rage built up inside him, bubbling, twisting, seething—until he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"You think this is over?!"

His voice cracked, half-mad, filled with desperation.

Noboru didn't turn.

"You think you've won?!"

Still, nothing.

Hikari's fingers curled into the dirt, his entire body trembling. His lips twisted into something between a sneer and a sob.

"LOOK AT ME, YOU FILTHY ABOMINATION!"

At that, Noboru finally turned his head—slowly.

And that was worse.

Hikari would have preferred if he had ignored him.

Because the look in Noboru's eyes—cold, detached, unbothered—was so much worse.

It was the look of a predator staring at something that wasn't even worth killing.

Hikari's breath hitched.

No.

NO.

HE REFUSED TO BE NOTHING.

And so—he did the only thing he could do.

He screamed.

Not in rage.

Not in defiance.

But in pure, unfiltered desperation.

"FATHER!"

His voice cracked as he howled into the heavens, his bloodied hands reaching toward the sky.

"FATHER, HELP ME!"

Nothing.

"PLEASE"

Not even a flash golden light to show acknowledgement,

"i HAVE SERVED YOU LOYALLY."

silence.

"DON'T ABANDON ME PLEASE DADDY."

Nothing.

He gathered all his power his remaining omni energy and screamed again, voice raw, hysterical.

"FATHER, SAVE ME! KILL HIM! WIPE HIM FROM EXISTENCE!"

Still—nothing.

Hikari's breathing became erratic, his mind spiraling into panic.

He's ignoring me.

He's watching, and he's doing nothing.

No. No, no, no, NO—

Then—

A golden light.

It was faint at first, like a dying ember in the farthest reaches of existence.

But then—

It grew.

It expanded.

It pierced through the sky like a blade of divine judgment, splitting the heavens apart with its sheer presence.

The battlefield trembled.

The Void recoiled.

Yami flinched, clutching Noboru tighter.

"He's here... Please My lord... Do not let him take me again." she said with fear Noboru tightened his hold on her as Noboru narrowed his eyes at the light. Ready to unleash hell if the man who hurt his concubine appeared.

Hikari's breath caught in his throat.

His mind blanked.

And then—he knew.

He heard it.

Not words.

Not a voice.

A feeling.

A single, overwhelming presence.

Yahweh.

Watching.

Waiting.

Judging.

The golden light intensified, the weight of Yahweh's will pressing down upon them. The pressure alone was suffocating, as if the concept of mercy itself had been erased from reality.

Hikari's lips quivered.

He had never felt this kind of presence before.

Not even in Heaven.

Not even when standing in Yahweh's throne room.

This wasn't the radiant, holy warmth he had always worshiped.

This wasn't the divine light that filled him with purpose.

This was something else.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

Angry.

Hikari choked on a breath, suddenly unable to move.

His father was here.

He should have felt relief.

He should have felt safe.

But all he felt was dread.

His father was not kind.

His father did not forgive failure.

His father—

Was PISSED.

Hikari's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

His body shook, not from pain, not from exhaustion—

But from fear.

'He's… he's mad at me?'

Hikari thought.

The golden light flared again, brighter this time. Stronger. Heavier.

The battlefield itself was trembling under its weight.

Noboru clicked his tongue.

"Tch. Took him long enough."

Hikari flinched at the casual tone.

Noboru wasn't afraid.

He wasn't even concerned.

He was annoyed.

Hikari's breath hitched.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

This wasn't—

His head snapped back toward the golden light.

He could feel it.

Yahweh's judgment.

It wasn't coming for Noboru.

It wasn't coming for Yami.

It was coming—

For him.

Hikari's eyes widened in horror.

"No…"

His hands trembled, his breathing shallow.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO—"

He scrambled back, dragging his battered body away from Noboru, away from Yami, away from the one thing he had begged for just seconds ago.

"FATHER, NO!"

His voice cracked, his desperation now laced with terror.

"PLEASE, I TRIED! I—I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED! I—"

The golden light flared.

Hikari screamed.

Noboru watched, arms still wrapped protectively around Yami.

He exhaled slowly, tilting his head.

"Huh."

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Guess even the 'perfect son' isn't immune to Daddy's paranoia."

The battlefield cracked beneath them.

The air burned.

The golden light descended.

But it didn't come near Noboru and Yami it targeted Hikari.