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In Fractured Will, reality is shaped by a powerful force called Will, which individuals can harness to manipulate the world around them. Those who wield it, known as Will Shapers, can reshape reality itself, but the more they use their Will, the more it costs them slowly eroding their identity. If they push too far, they become Fragments, powerful but unstable beings. The world is divided into multiple realms, including the Prime Realm (the material world), the Meta Realm (a higher dimension of power), and the Fractured Realm (where those who’ve lost control of their Will are trapped). Various factions vie for control of Will’s power, including the Shapers (who seek transcendence through power), the Fragmented (who have lost themselves to Will), and the Guardians (who try to maintain balance). The central conflict is the struggle for control over Will, with each character facing the choice between gaining immense power or losing their sense of self in the process. The deeper one goes into Will, the greater the risk of becoming a Fractured being, and only by fully embracing this transformation can one transcend their human limitations.

“`Fractured Will`”

Calyx had just torn through the Twisted Legion for the twelfth time that cycle, his fist still coated in the blood of a thousand horrors. His breath didn't hitch. His limbs didn't tire. He hadn't flinched in centuries.

He had perfected the art of violence.

Hell had become... boring.

The rivers of flame parted when he walked. The demon armies trembled before he moved. Entire layers of Hell began collapsing under the sheer pressure of his ever adapting presence. Every new horror they tried? Adapted to. Countered. Deleted.

And finally finally someone snapped.

A massive shockwave rippled through every infernal level, shaking the broken skies and molten mountains.

The air turned cold.

Not metaphorically. Not hellishly.

A single voice echoed across the realm.

The ground cracked and the sky shattered like glass as Satan himself descended his true form not some red skinned caricature, but an abstract, terrifying being of pride, shadow, and absurd charisma. His cloak was made of forsaken timelines, his crown forged from fallen concepts of rebellion.

He looked exhausted.

Satan floated down in front of Calyx, whose fists were still clenched and eyes glowing with chaotic energy.

"Buddy…" Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look. I love mayhem. I live for rebellion. I breathe sin like it's morning coffee. But you? You're on another level of annoying."

Calyx tilted his head. "Fight me."

"Correct. And I'm the king of Hell, so you gotta listen."

Without warning, Satan snapped his fingers.

A multiversal sized boot stitched together from divine disapproval manifested from nowhere and dropkicked Calyx through seventeen layers of reality.

He was flung so hard through space time that the Infernal Gates bent sideways and warped permanently.

When Calyx finally smashed into the edge of the universe, he stood up, blinked once, and stared back toward Hell. His clothes were tattered, and his hair sizzled with residual flame but he was perfectly unharmed.

He just stood there, fists still clenched, eyes blank.

"…Did I just get kicked out of Hell?"

A tiny fragment of the boot followed him and smacked into the ground beside him like a calling card.

A slow, dry, utterly confused laugh.

"…Guess I'm everyone's problem again."

Chapter 54: Kicked Out by Satan