chapter 15

The king stood before the ruins of a forgotten warrior, reading the words that had been etched in blood and despair. The First Godslayer had fought before him, had nearly won—only to be erased from existence itself.

The gods did not merely kill those who defied them. They removed them from time, ensuring their rebellion never happened. If the king lost, he would not just die—he would never have existed at all.

But then, a chilling realization struck him.

Time erases everything.

If he was fated to be erased should he lose, then what difference did it make? He would simply be wiped from history earlier rather than later.

Victory meant being erased. Defeat meant being erased.

So why should he fear losing?

For the first time, the gods watched in silence as the king did something they had never expected.

He laughed.

A deep, knowing laugh that echoed through the ancient ruins, as if mocking the heavens themselves. The curse was not a punishment—it was a flaw. A contradiction. A loophole the gods themselves had not considered.

"You think erasing me from time will stop me?" the king said, his voice carrying

across the realm. "But time erases all things. Even you."

The gods stirred uneasily. No mortal had ever spoken such words before.

"You rule from your thrones believing yourselves eternal, but even you fade. Even you will be forgotten."*

"So if my fate is to be erased, then I will make sure I carve my defiance into the very bones of this world before I go."

"And when your time comes—when the stars grow cold and the last prayers fade—you will know that I was right."

With renewed determination, the king prepared for the final battle, no longer fearing erasure. Because now, he understood the truth:

If he was going to be erased either way, then he had nothing to lose

.

And that made him more dangerous than any Godslayer before him.

The king had declared war on the gods, knowing that time itself was a weapon they wielded to erase those who defied them. But as he prepared for the final battle, he sought one last weapon—the one being the gods had feared enough to seal away for eternity.

Buried beneath the ruins of a forgotten age, deeper than even the remains of the First Godslayer, lay an ancient prison. No god had spoken of it, no records remained, but whispers in the void told of a Good God—a deity who had opposed the divine tyranny

and been cast down for it.

If there was any hope of destroying the gods, it lay with this lost entity.

The Prison of the Fallen One

Through endless trials, the king reached the heart of the sealed abyss, where great chains of divine metal bound something in eternal slumber.

And then, as he shattered the first seal, a voice—ancient, cold, and filled with amusement—echoed through the darkness.

"Ah… so the time has come at last."

The final seal broke, and the being emerged.

The Good God—the one cast down for challenging the divine order—was the Devil himself

.The gods had always painted the Devil as the embodiment of evil. The corrupter, the liar, the great deceiver. But as the Devil stood before the king, his presence was not one of malice, but of quiet knowing.

"Tell me, mortal," the Devil said with a smirk, "do you know why they sealed me away?"

The king did not answer. He only listened.

"Because I was the first to tell the truth."

"There is no good and evil among gods. Only those who rule and those who refuse to kneel

The ones you call 'gods' were never benevolent. They were merely the victors of a war long forgotten. And I… I was the fool who tried to stop them."

The king's mind reeled. Everything he had been taught, every belief the gods had forced upon mortals, had been a lie. The Devil had not been a villain—he had been their greatest threat. A god who sought to free mortals from divine manipulation.

And for that, they had cast him down, erased his name, and rewritten history.

Now tell me, King," the Devil said, his crimson eyes gleaming, "you have freed me. But do you have the will to finish what I started?"

The king clenched his fists. His war was no longer just about revenge. It was about truth.

"I will not stop until every last one of them falls."

The Devil smiled.

"Then let us burn the heavens together."