Prologue: The Chains of the Gods
The Nether Abyss – Prison of the Fallen Gods
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Darkness. A realm where the light of divinity had been banished, where screams of forgotten gods echoed endlessly, and the weight of eternity crushed all who dared to resist. This was the Nether Abyss—the prison of the fallen, the place where gods erased from history were cast away.
Deep within this endless void, a man knelt, his body wrapped in celestial chains etched with divine runes, binding his soul in eternal torment.
A voice, cold and absolute, had spoken to him before his exile:
"You are an anomaly. A mistake that should not exist."
His crime? Being born. A demigod with a forbidden lineage, a child of a high god and a primordial being, an existence the Supreme Pantheon could not tolerate.
Rael Vayashura had not wept when they cast him into the abyss. He had not begged when they sealed him with chains forged from the essence of divine law itself. He had not screamed when his soul was torn apart and remade in agony.
But as centuries passed, as gods above continued their rule over creation, as mortals worshipped their oppressors, he had come to understand the truth of this universe—
The gods feared change.
They ruled through laws they called eternal. They silenced those who dared to defy them. They crushed any who sought to rise beyond what was dictated by fate.
And now, the one they had abandoned in the void had returned.
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The Awakening of a God-Slayer
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A crack formed in the darkness.
The divine chains that bound him trembled. The runes of suppression flickered. Something had changed. Something had broken.
Rael opened his eyes for the first time in an eternity, golden irises glowing like twin dying stars. His hands, once bound in celestial iron, twitched with new power. He could feel it—the core within him, the Primordial Bloodline that had never been extinguished.
The Supreme Pantheon had made a mistake.
They had thought exile would be his end. They had believed their chains were absolute.
But chains were meant to be broken.
A surge of power erupted from Rael's body. The first chain shattered. The second followed. Divine runes crumbled like brittle parchment. The prison realm trembled.
The gods above would soon feel this shift. They would know that the one they had cast away had returned.
And Rael would not stop until the thrones of the old gods lay in ruins.
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The Call of the Forgotten
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As the abyss trembled, voices stirred in the darkness. Other prisoners—gods erased from history, titans stripped of their power, beings who had once been mighty but had long since fallen—watched in awe and terror.
They had seen others try to resist.
They had seen all of them fail.
But now, as Rael stood, his form burning with divine energy, a new possibility arose—
The gods could be defied.
And Rael would be the one to do it.
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The Scent of Desire & Power
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As Rael's power surged, the air around him shifted. He had not realized it before, but the divine chains had bound more than just his strength—they had sealed something deeper, something primal.
The forgotten goddesses and celestial beings imprisoned in the abyss turned their eyes toward him.
There was something undeniably alluring about the way he stood, the sheer force of his presence pulling them toward him. Not just as a liberator. Not just as a conqueror. But as a man who would reshape the heavens themselves.
A voice, sultry and edged with centuries of longing, whispered through the darkness:
"At last… a god worth kneeling for."
Rael's lips curled into a smirk. Let them come. Let them worship. Let them submit.
Tonight, the abyss trembled—not from despair, but from desire, power, and the first whispers of devotion.
The heavens trembled that day, as the one who had been forsaken by the gods rose to challenge eternity itself.