Blood of a Star, Soul of a Fool
The void wrapped around him like a
blanket soaked in smoke and silence.
Vaelen Noctros didn't speak as he
returned to his realm if you could even call it that. It wasn't heaven. Wasn't
hell. Just a stitched-together graveyard of broken stars and dying thoughts. A
place that shouldn't exist… but did, because he said so.
The moment he stepped in, the shadows
bent, like they feared him. His boots cracked across the glass floor. Each step
echoed like thunder trapped in a coffin.
In his right hand still war was
Ouranus's heart. Not just flesh. But memory. Spirit. Energy. The man gave
everything to hold the seal.
Didn't matter.
Vaelen crushed kingdoms with less.
He stared at the heart for a while.
Just stared.
And then he chuckled.
Not joy. Not victory.
Something twisted. Something that
sounded like disappointment.
"You died standing, old man. I'll give
you that."
He sat down cross-legged in the center
of the realm. Around him, shards of other worlds floated like frozen ash.
His eyes closed.
And then…
He started building.
Not with tools. Not with chants.
With memory.
Ouranus's soul cracked open in his
hand like a glowing fruit. Whispers spilled out. Laughter. Screams. Echoes of a
life lived too loudly for the world it came from.
Vaelen reached inside and pulled out
the spark
"You're not him. You never will be." And
vaelen look down on the soul
His voice was low. Cold.
"But you'll be enough."
He shaped the form like a sculptor
would a statue. Arms too long. Eyes hollow but smiling. A twisted mask of
peace. He gave the creation a jester's grin, but the weight of a fallen god
behind it.
A clown.
A soldier.
Not a joke but a reminder.
"Every realm I burn leaves a scar,"
Vaelen muttered. "You'll carry this one."
And when the thing opened its eyes… it
giggled.
Soft. Creepy. Honest.
It bowed to Vaelen like a knight
before a king.
Vaelen stood again. Taller than
before. Stronger.
A piece of Ouranus was now his.
And deep in the distance… the stars
trembled. He look at the shadow figure but he's not proud of it
But he promised as soon has he finished he will let the soul or ouranus rest