Chapter 15 – The Sinless Throne
By IMERPUS RELUR
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For every god that hides their shame,
there is one who denies the very concept of it.
That god sat upon a throne forged from pure light, its surface so flawless it reflected no shadows—not even its owner's.
His name had been spoken only once in each era.
And each time, the world forgot it immediately.
Until now.
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A pulse echoed through the divine strata.
Not war.
Not invitation.
But summons.
One that bypassed titles.
One that only a god who walked truthfully could answer.
Auren felt it in the root of his being.
> "Another trial?" Eléa asked.
> "No," he said. "A confrontation."
> "With whom?"
> "The god who claims to have never sinned."
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Realm of the Unsinned – Glass Citadel of Luminaris:
The air was still. The color… sterilized.
Nothing grew. Nothing decayed.
At the citadel's core sat Luminaris, the self-declared First of the Justified.
His body was radiant—blinding, pure, flawless.
But his eyes held no compassion. Only judgment.
> "You have drawn attention, Rememberer," he said.
"You collect sorrow like relics.
You carry the grief of the fallen.
And yet you remain unbroken."
He stood from his throne.
> "That makes you dangerous."
> "Truth doesn't threaten," Auren said. "Only lies do."
Luminaris smiled, cold and pristine.
> "I am Sinless. My record untouched. My race, flawless by design."
"I have judged thousands of gods.
But you—who let broken things live—must now be judged."
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Divine Trial: Judgment of the Sinless Throne
Luminaris raised his hand.
A pillar of light surrounded Auren.
His memories began to float upward—like pages torn from a book.
Each memory, a moment of mercy.
Sparing Kaelrion, the God of Regret.
Redeeming the Oracle of Hollow Light.
Creating the Talenari from discarded selves.
> "These," Luminaris said, "are sins of leniency.
Your forgiveness rewrites divine cause and consequence.
What gives you that right?"
Auren raised his head, eyes glowing.
> "Nothing gives me the right."
> "I simply chose it—because no one else would."
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Luminaris struck.
A beam of truth-blade, forged from divine law, tore toward Auren.
But Auren didn't dodge.
He raised the Unborn Harmony, and spoke:
> "Then judge me through the truth you've never dared to feel."
The relic pulsed.
For the first time, Luminaris heard the scream beneath the First Note—the memory of the god who collapsed before creation.
His radiance cracked.
> "W-what is this?
A sin… in the seed of divinity?"
Auren stepped forward.
> "Even perfection has a price."
> "And your throne… was built on denial."
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🕊 Trial Outcome:
> Judgment Inverted.
Luminaris, overwhelmed by forgotten divine origin, has entered the State of Fractured Purity.
He cannot judge others until he judges his own root.
You have unlocked the Path of Divine Mercy.
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New Divine Trait Unlocked:
> Wound of Grace
Enemies who are defeated by you can choose redemption over destruction.
If they accept, they become anchors in your realm—living echoes that stabilize divine balance.
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Luminaris fell to his knees—his light dimming, not in death, but in clarity.
> "I… never knew that my 'sinlessness' was just the refusal to feel."
Auren turned from him—not in triumph, but in quiet sorrow.
> "Now you do.
Remember it."
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As he departed, the Glass Citadel cracked—
And high above, the Eighth Watcher opened fully.
Its gaze held no eye, no mirror…
Only a single tear, suspended in stillness.