Awakening
Third person pov
A desolate, forgotten ruin—once a grand temple—now crumbles under the weight of centuries. The air hums with residual divine energy, and the ground trembles faintly, as if the earth itself remembers the power buried here.
At the center of the ruins lies an enormous, obsidian monolith, its surface etched with fading golden runes—the last remnants of a god's binding seal. The runes flicker weakly, their light dimming like dying embers.
Inside the Seal:
A figure , the hybrid—floats in an endless void of silence. His body is wreathed in chains of celestial light, his father's essence woven into every link. Once, they burned with unbearable power, forcing his consciousness into a dormant state. But now… the chains are brittle. The divine energy sustaining them is fading.
His eyes—one the color of molten gold (his father's), the other a stormy violet (his mother's)—flutter open.
"…Father?" He says groggy and disoriented
His voice echoes in the emptiness. No answer comes—only the distant sound of cracking stone.
Outside the Seal
The ruins quake. The monolith fractures, fissures spiderwebbing across its surface. The golden runes sputter, their glow fading entirely.
Then—silence.
A heartbeat.
His hand bursts through the monolith, fingers curling as if tasting freedom for the first time in ages. The stone explodes outward, shattering into dust.
He emerges, gasping, his body wreathed in unstable energy—flares of gold and violet lightning crackling around him. His muscles tremble, not from weakness, but from the sheer **weight** of his returning power.
"I'm… free." He said whispering
The sky above darkens. Distant thunder rumbles—not from natural storms, but from the stirring of divine attention. The gods sense it.
**He is awake.**
And his power—no longer restrained—is wild.
The ruins still tremble in the aftermath of his awakening. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old magic. As he steps forward, his bare feet pressing into the cracked earth, something pulls at him—a whisper in his blood, a fading call.
His father's voice.
Not here. Not in the ruins. But elsewhere.
His mismatched eyes narrow. He knows this feeling. The bond between them—once unbreakable—is now a frayed thread, barely there.
"No… You don't get to disappear without answering to me." He says gritting his teeth
With a snarl, he tears through space itself, his hybrid power allowing him to follow the dying ember of his father's essence.
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*The Divine Sanctum
He materializes in a place that was once radiant—a celestial palace of marble and starlight. Now, the pillars are shattered. The sky, once an eternal dawn, is a sickly twilight. And at the center of it all—
His father.
The God-King Valak kneels, his form flickering between corporeal and ethereal. His golden armor is cracked, his divine aura sputtering like a guttering candle. His hands clutch a wound in his chest—a searing, blackened void where his divine core should be.
"I wondered… if you would come." Valak says weakly without turning
He freezes. The sight of his father—broken—sends a storm of emotions through him. Rage. Betrayal. And beneath it all, a child's grief.
"You sealed me away. You called it.. protection." He says voice dangerously low.
Valak finally turns, his face gaunt, his eyes dimming. Yet, there's no regret in them. Only exhaustion.
"It was protection. Your power was unraveling you. And the other gods… they feared what they couldn't control." A bloody cough escapes Valak ."I couldn't let them destroy you." Valak whispers
His fists clench. The ground trembles beneath him, reacting to his fury.
"You didn't trust me to master it!" Kael screamed, rage coursing through him
"You couldn't! . Not when the storm inside you was eating you alive!" Vareth says raising his voice a bit in annoyance despite his weakness,He slumps, breathing ragged. "But now… now you've had time. The seal forced you to.....survive it."
A silence. Then—
"Can you feel it? " Vareth questions
Kael hesitates. He does feel it. The wild surges of his power are still there, but now… , still uncontrollable but subdued.
"I know I couldn't totally fix it but I've given you a better starting point, I'm sorry I couldn't totally alleviate every obstacle you'd face...." Valak says dejectedly
"You… you meant for this to happen." He says stunned
Valak smiles—just barely, his firm wracking with the intense pain he felt.
"I meant for you to live. Even if it cost me everything." Valak utters
Then—his form shudders. The blackened wound in his chest pulses, spreading.
"Who did this to you?" He says stepping forward with conflicting emotions
Valak's gaze drifts to the horizon, where shadows gather.
"The others. They always knew… the seal wouldn't hold forever. And when they felt it weakening… they came for me." Valak says with a bitter laugh. "A dying god is easier to overthrow than a rising hybrid."
His blood runs cold. They did this. The so-called "divine" who feared him, and his unknown ability.
"… they'll come for you next." Valak says reaching out a shaking hand
He catches his father's wrist—not to attack, but to hold on. For the first time in centuries, he feels like that lost child again.
"Then let them come." He says raw and furious
Valak's form flickers again. He's almost gone. But his voice is steady.
"Remember all I have thought you, let your instincts guide you, I've always believed in you, I'll always be with you...."
And with those final words—
The God-King vanishes.
Not in a burst of light. Not in a roar of power.
But in a whisper.
The hybrid stands alone in the ruins of his father's sanctum. The last traces of divine energy dissipate around him. His fists are clenched so tight his palms bleed.
Above him, the sky **splits**—a thunderous proclamation.
An ear splitting roar resonates around as the young hybrid delves deep into his own misery, pain stabbing through his heart as he stands rooted to the spot staring at the place where his father stood, as anger replaced the sorrow he felt. Resolve burning deep in his mind. They would all pay.