IntrovertedLass

—WSA 2025 ENTRY—

Seiya was born into a family of legends. A lineage of power. A dynasty of paragons.

He was none of these things.

Weak. Unwanted. A disgrace.

But destiny had no interest in their expectations. It had plans of its own.

Dragged into a hell beyond reason, Seiya suffered—not for days, not for years, but for what felt like eternity. Torture became his only companion. Pain, his only teacher. And in that suffering, something inside him woke up.

Not an awakening like the others. Not a gift. Not a blessing.

A truth. A force that didn’t belong to this world, or any other.

Now, he returns. Not to prove himself. Not to earn his place.

But to burn everything down.

Armed with the Staff of Chaos and the Sword of Severance, Seiya walks a path carved from vengeance and revelation. The world that cast him aside will either bow before him…

Or become ash beneath his feet.

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Read the Prologue next for better understanding of the world settings.

Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

Kaeliyus and Ibyu let out a chorused gasp.

Pressing both arrows further into Seiya's eyes, his head wrenched downward, the demon grinned with excitement. "Since your eyes enable you to see far and wide—all around you, I needed to think up something to counter it," she began, the mini vortexes of blood afloat around her, combined, pouring onto the ground and merging into one.

"However, the answer to it was simpler than I had thought—very simple: Speed," she stated with an air of pride. "I simply needed to be faster. Fast enough that even if you saw every one of my attacks coming, you wouldn't be able to defend against them in time."

"And I succeeded," she smirked softly. "Because, after all, I am in my full form."

Maintaining his calm, Seiya reached out his hands, grabbing the demon's wrists—precisely the horns on the back of her wrist, in an attempt to wrench back her hands, to pull out the blood arrows.

The Third Demon [4]