Chapter 1: The Crimson Eyes of the Forgotten King
Darkness.
Not the kind that comes with nightfall, nor the kind cast by shadow.
This was a deeper, older void—timeless, suffocating, and absolute. It was the silence of things lost to eternity.
And within that silence, something stirred.
A flicker.
A thought.
A name.
Sirius.
For 20,000 years, he had drifted in the eternal prison of the void—neither dead nor alive, his soul trapped in chains forged by a god, betrayed by blood, cursed by the stars. Memories of battles long past flickered like distant flames in a storm: his armies, his kingdom, his throne... and then, his fall.
But through that endless night, only one thing remained constant.
Her.
Abylay.
The Moon Goddess. His light in the darkness. His salvation.
Then—suddenly—it shattered. The seal. The curse. The darkness.
Light exploded into his mind, and he felt something he had not felt in eons: pain.
A scream tried to tear from his throat, but it came out as a muffled cry. His limbs flailed, weak and unformed. The divine instincts of a king clashed with the fragile reality of a mortal body.
And that's when he realized—
He was no longer in the void.
He had been reborn.
"Darling… look, he's awake!"
A soft voice. Gentle. Warm. Sirius opened his eyes, squinting against the golden light pouring in through ornate curtains.
Above him, two blurred faces hovered. A man and a woman, both glowing with joy and awe. They looked like nobles—perhaps royalty—draped in robes of violet and gold. Behind them, the high ceiling of a palace room shimmered like starlight on water.
"He has your eyes," the woman whispered, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "So red… like fire."
Red eyes. Crimson. Just like before.
Sirius tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him. He was nothing more than an infant—powerless, helpless, small. The irony made him want to laugh… or burn the world down.
Instead, he looked up at his new parents. Their warmth meant nothing to him. They were strangers.
But the game had begun.
He let out a soft cry, feigning the helplessness of a newborn.
And all the while, his mind raced.
Anubis... you thought you ended me.
But I remember everything.
And I'm coming for you.
Far beyond the mortal sky, on the edge of the moon's silver cliffs, a figure stood cloaked in wind and shadow. Her long hair shimmered like starlight, her eyes glowing with a fury that could pierce through time itself.
The knights behind her did not dare speak.
She could feel it.
The shift.
The pulse in her divine soul.
Abylay's lips trembled, her heart pounding in a rhythm long forgotten.
"You're awake… my king," she whispered.
"I found you."
The moon howled, and for the first time in 20,000 years—she smiled.