Noxsyaa

In the year 2099, the barrier between Earth and Hell has shattered. Cities burn under black suns. Divine relics fall into mortal hands. And the Heaven Key—a weapon that opens the gates to paradise—has been broken and scattered across the realms.

Only one can restore it.

Syra Kaelion, the 14-year-old daughter of an immortal warlord, is unknowingly destined to reshape the world. Betrayed into striking down her own father, she now hunts the fragments of the Key—pieces that whisper secrets, awaken power, and call forth nightmares.

But she is not alone.

A masked watcher known only as Author manipulates events from the shadows. Hunted by gods and demons alike, he bends time and fate itself for a purpose only he knows.

As wars erupt, alliances break, and truths are rewritten, Syra must choose:

Will she rebuild Heaven? Or become its destroyer?

Key's Of Heaven 2099

Ten days after the fall of the Burnt Monastery.

A veil of black smoke rolled across the ashen plains of the Crimson Rift, where the earth cracked like dried bone and hellfire pulsed beneath the surface like a second heartbeat. The air stung the lungs. Screams echoed from deep below—some mortal, some not. And standing atop a charred throne of stone and horns was the King of Hell himself.

His crown was forged from the spines of the first betrayers, his eyes smoldering cinders of wrath. He had many names across many timelines, but in this era, he was known as Mharox, the Lord of Ruin.

And kneeling before him, unbent and unafraid, was Lucian Kaelion.

Mharox: "You come without tribute, brother of the immortal. Bold. Or foolish."

Lucian: "I bring something better—information. And an opportunity."

The Hell King narrowed his eyes, flicking his fingers. Shadows danced around Lucian, tightening like vipers but never striking.

Lucian: "The Heaven Key is broken. Its pieces are lost, scattered across Earth and Hell."

That earned Mharox's attention. His clawed fingers paused mid-motion.

Mharox: "So… the fool did it. Ares always lacked conviction when it mattered."

Lucian rose to his feet slowly, brushing the dust from his crimson-lined cloak.

Lucian: "He shattered the key. But not out of mercy. Out of fear. He foresaw something… or someone. That's why he chose death over control."

The throne of skulls groaned beneath Mharox as he leaned forward.

Mharox: "Fear? Ares Kaelion feared no man."

Lucian: "No man. But his daughter? That's another story."

And then a low, growling laugh rolled from Mharox's throat like a storm awakening.

Mharox: "His child is the curse written in prophecy?"

Lucian: "She's more than a curse. She is a cipher."

Mharox rose, black mist trailing from his immense form. He circled Lucian like a beast studying a rival predator.

Mharox: "You want her dead."

Lucian: "I want what Ares tried to hide. The Seven Fragments. The Heaven Key's power. Control over Heaven's Gates. I need your help to retrieve them—especially the ones buried in your dominion."

Mharox: "And why should I share power with a Kaelion?"

Lucian: "Because there's another player on the board."

That was when Lucian tossed something onto the floor. A scorched piece of cloth, with a faint golden sigil barely visible: the mark of the Author.

Mharox: "He lives still?"

Lucian: "He rewrites reality as we act. He moves through time like ink through water. He knows the locations of all fragments—even the ones you've buried."

Mharox: "He's a plague. One that even Hell fears."

Lucian: "Then help me rewrite the story before he does."

The Hell King's eyes gleamed red-hot, brighter than before. He extended his hand, and a contract formed in midair—a parchment woven from shadows and old laws.

Mharox: "Then let us write a pact… and find the fragments of damnation."

Lucian hesitated only a moment before gripping the Hell King's hand. Flame and shadow clashed, binding their alliance.

Far above the Rift, hidden from even the keenest hell-born sight, a man in black-and-gold stood at the edge of the timeline.

Author (quietly): "Of course Lucian would turn to Mharox. Desperation always creates alliances history forgets."

He flipped through the pages of his journal. The next line was already forming.

Author: "But the script has changed. She won't find the key yet. Not until her heart is broken twice more."

He turned the page. The ink shimmered.

Author: "And the first crack begins now."

Next Chapter: "Chained Prophecies" – Syra and Riven return to the academy, unaware of the pact made in the darkest depths. Meanwhile, the first of the Seven Fragments begins to awaken—not to be found, but to test the worth of its bearer.

CHAPTER 5: The Pact of Shadows