CHAPTER TEN: Queen of the Hell-Class

They locked her in a cell made of godsteel.

She broke the wall.

They placed her in a mind loop spell.

She rewrote it.

They tried to chain her soul.

She smiled… and made the chains cry.

After breaking the divine lance, the Academy could no longer contain her.

The Headmaster himself, a four-winged hybrid with six hearts and a halo forged from lost time, called an emergency meeting.

"Lucifer," he said. "She's unstable."

"No," Lucifer replied. "She's awakening."

They created a new class for her.

Not Class S. Not A. Not Omega.

Something new.

Class Hell.

The room wasn't a room.

It was a floating void cube orbiting ten miles above the Academy.

No doors. No instructors.

Just her. And whatever nightmare Lucifer sent next.

First came the reality beasts.

Creatures that devoured dimensions and fed on dreams.

She crushed them with her bare hands.

Then came time echoes — fragments of herself from alternate timelines, each one with different regrets.

She beat them all.

Then hugged one… before watching it dissolve.

She started hearing whispers.

From her own shadow.

From her blood.

From the moon.

"We know your name, Nyra."

"We've seen who you become."

"You don't die. You reign."

Caelia was the only one allowed to visit her.

She flew up each night in a stolen transport rune.

Sometimes they talked.

Sometimes they kissed.

Sometimes they said nothing and just breathed.

Once, Caelia asked:

"What are you becoming?"

Nyra replied softly:

"I think I'm becoming the one who breaks gods."

Lucifer threw a sword at her during training.

Not a wooden sword.

Not a blunt one.

A living sword forged from betrayal.

"Catch it," he said.

It pierced her chest.

She didn't scream.

She just pulled it out…

And named it "Whisper."

The sword whispered truths to her in the dark.

And one of them was this:

"You were never meant to serve. You were meant to rule."