The air shifted the moment Kol stepped through the glowing doorway. The world behind him vanished, swallowed by blinding white light. His boots crunched against crystalline ground, a silver mist weaving between obsidian trees and golden towers in the distance. The God Realm was silent. Too silent.
"Kira?" he called, glancing to his side.
But she was gone.
Kol sighed, brushing dust from his coat as he stepped forward. "Figures."
He walked through the strange realm with steady steps. The light was not warm—it was ancient, divine, and heavy. It pressed against him like a judgment waiting to be passed. Yet, he moved with calm resolve, eyes scanning the horizon.
Something was wrong.
This city was beautiful, but… lifeless. Towers stood tall and strong, flags bearing unknown sigils flapped in invisible winds. But there were no citizens. No laughter. No movement. Only silence and the sharp sense that war had already been prepared for.
As Kol turned a corner, two tall figures in golden armor appeared, each holding massive halberds with energy humming along the blades.
"Kol Vaelros," one of them said. "The Elders await you."
Kol didn't respond. He simply followed.
They escorted him across a long bridge toward a radiant temple. Its design was otherworldly—floating runes circled the dome like orbiting moons, and a staircase of light led him to its doors. Inside, ten grand thrones sat in a crescent arc, though only seven were occupied.
At the center sat Tagariel, Goddess of War, her armor forged from starlight, her eyes sharp as blades. Beside her on one side sat Mekoriel, the God of Light, glowing with ethereal brilliance. On her other side sat Ashbel, the God of Fire, flames licking up his arms like gentle pets.
Further along sat Diniel, cloaked in robes of contrast, black and white, scales floating beside him. Then Zemariel, ancient and strange, time visibly distorting around his form. Beside him, Nathanael, the God of Secrets, cloaked in shadow, eyes never truly visible.
Lastly, there was Davina, radiant and peaceful. Her gentle gaze locked with Kol's for a heartbeat longer than the others. And in that look… Kol knew.
She had been Kira.
He didn't speak it aloud. But something told him she knew that he knew.
Tagariel was the first to speak.
"You stand before the Divine Council, Kol Vaelros. The bearer of the Devil's legacy."
Kol raised a brow. "You summoned me. I didn't ask to come here."
Ashbel snorted, flames flickering in his beard. "And yet you came willingly. That shows wisdom… or arrogance."
Mekoriel's voice was calm. "You possess a power that was never meant for mortals. The Devil's core… now resides within you."
Kol tensed.
Zemariel spoke next, his voice warped like echoes across time. "The moment you absorbed that power… the prophecy came to pass. The King of Ruin. The on destined to bring ruin to the realms."
Kol's eyes widened.
A long silence filled the chamber.
Kol clenched his fists. "So that's it? My destiny? "
Tagariel rose slightly from her throne, divine energy radiating around her. "Your existence is the catalyst. If you relinquish the power… if you give it up willingly, Earth may be spared."
"And if I don't?"
Davina finally spoke, her voice soft, nearly sad. "Then you force us to do what we must."
Kol locked eyes with her.
Mekoriel continued. "You have one chance, Kol Vaelros. Relinquish the Devil's power. Let us sever the thread before fate completes its cycle."
Kol took a breath, his voice low. "And if I do that… what happens to me?"
Diniel answered, "Without that power, you may still live… if we permit it. But with it, your presence alone disrupts the balance of all realms."
As the gods debated amongst themselves, Kol's gaze drifted past them, to the empty thrones.
"Ten seats," he muttered. "But only seven filled."
Davina's eyes flicked to him. "The others no longer exist. Or no longer agree."
That sent a chill through him. Were the gods divided?
Then Kol remembered the city outside. The silence. The tension.
Tagariel, the Goddess of War, leaned forward, her glowing armor pulsating with the power of the ancient stars. Her eyes bored into Kol, a mix of disdain and calculation
she began, her voice cold and commanding. "The Devil's legacy resides within you. Your power has altered the balance of every realm. The time of the old ways is long past. demons, and all supernatural beings is over."
Kol's hands clenched at his sides, but he remained silent.
Mekoriel, the God of Light, his radiant form shimmering like the sun itself, spoke next. His voice was calm, yet the weight of the words carried the harsh reality of what was to come.
"We—the gods—are the keepers of the cycle. We are the ones who maintain the balance of the universe. The demons, the hunters, the vampires, and even goddesses—they are all relics of a time that must now come to an end. They no longer serve the purpose they once did."
Kol's heart sank as the full weight of their plan became clear. They weren't just speaking of the Devil or the destruction of the Earth. They were talking about Eradicating all supernatural life to start anew.
Zemariel, the God of Time, who sat beside Tagariel, added, "The Earth as it is now… has reached its end. The cycle must be broken.
"And you, Kol Vaelros," Mekoriel said, his eyes narrowing, "have been chosen as the new God of Darkness