Ten Thousand years Ago
A disaster was born, so monstrous, even the stars turned away. He was the evil of all evils, the god of the devil gods. To some, a savior. To most, the end. His existence became the greatest curse to ever plague the Three Realms.
The Goddess of War gave her life to slay him, saving the realms at the cost of her soul. But her death birthed something far worse, the Bound-Evil-Heart, a spell so catastrophic it nearly shattered the universe. Only a desperate alliance of gods and devils could contain its fury.
Thus began the most tragic tale ever told: the doomed love between the Goddess of War and the God of Devils, bound by fate, broken by betrayal, and sealed in a curse.
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Present Day – The Ancestral Hall
The hall brimmed with immortals. Their reunion had been meant for celebration, but what unfolded instead froze time itself.
Shock. Sorrow. Fear. Even satisfaction flickered across divine faces as they watched a girl die.
Craysophy trembled in her lover's arms, blood seeping from deep wounds. Her once radiant celestial body flickered, fading like dying starlight.
"P-Promise me..." she gasped. "You won't… seek revenge… won't become evil… b-because of me…"
Kausphore clutched her tighter, his voice raw. "Stop saying that. You're not dying. I won't let you—"
"I wanted forever… by your side… I promised you…"
Her smile broke through the pain, eyes glassy with heartbreak.
Across the stone floor, her mother sat frozen, lifeless with grief. Her father cradled her, whispering meaningless comfort. Behind them stood Axeden, still just a boy—silent, eyes burning with pain and rage. His father, Nosmad, the God of Nature, stood watchfully at his side.
Axeden hated this. Hated the gods. Hated his helplessness.
But one day, that would change.
Craysophy's body suddenly flared with a blinding green light. Her eyes snapped open—glowing violet.
"No..." Kausphore whispered, horror filling his voice.
The Bound-Evil-Heart spell had awakened.
A spell born from betrayal and heartbreak. One so feared, it had been buried by time. One that turned pain into pure destruction. Even the universe itself could not stop it.
"How is this possible?" Nosmad murmured. "That spell vanished ten thousand years ago!"
Irramet, the Goddess of Ireas, Ireas - a mortal realm, threw up a protective barrier. But even shielded, fear gripped them all.
Then Craysophy… laughed.
A sound sharp and twisted, too broken to be sane. Yet even cursed, she hadn't lost her mind to the point of destroying anything. She hadn't harmed anyone. Her gaze, bleeding with purple light, settled on those she once loved.
"You betrayed him," she hissed. "What did he do wrong? Just because he's a demon god?"
She looked to Irramet. Hatred blazed in her voice.
"You made him watch as I died. You'll suffer like we did. You'll lose your sons, one by one, when they reach my age…When the death touches your last son, the universe will face its catastrophic end"
Her eyes dimmed. Her body shattered into stardust.
But her spirit didn't vanish.
Kausphore stared at the fragile, flickering essence, her celestial soul, cracked like a crystal pearl. He lunged, grabbing it with shaking hands.
Without hesitation, he cast the forbidden Time Shield Spell, locking her soul in stasis. Blood gushed from his mouth as he collapsed. Seventy years of his divine cultivation, sacrificed for just seven hours of protection.
There was no time for vengeance.
Only for her.
He gave everything to save her spirit from disappearing, because once gone, rebirth was no longer possible.
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1,000 Years passed but the curse hadn't....
A minor fairy burst into the Court of Heaven, breathless and pale. Gods turned in displeasure.
"Forgive me, my Lords and Ladies!" she cried, bowing low.
Irramet, cold and commanding, narrowed her eyes. "Speak."
"Prince Kayros is heading toward the Eternal Fire. He said... he will not return."
Silence.
Then chaos.
The gods vanished in flashes of light, teleporting at once.
The Eternal Fire, created by the Evil God a hundred thousand years ago, burned eternally. It destroyed celestial bodies and souls, a punishment even gods feared.
They arrived to see Kayros, the God of Seasons, stepping toward the edge.
Before he could leap, Irramet grabbed his arm, dragging him back with trembling fury.
"Have you gone mad?!"
Kayros bowed calmly, hand on heart. His face was pale. Empty.
"There's no difference between dying here or being turned to stone," he said softly. "At least here, I die on my own terms."
His mother's eyes welled with tears.
They had already lost two sons, Volthar, the God of Mountains, and Aeronis, the God of Air, frozen in crystal stasis to slow the curse. Kayros was next.
Irramet held his hand tightly. "We're doing everything we can. I won't lose you. Or Axeden."
"You can't stop it," he said. "It's the Bound-Evil-Heart curse. You froze my brothers. But do you really think they're still alive as ice stone? Did you even ask them if they wanted to live as statues?"
No one answered.
Even gods, in all their wisdom, had no right to defy death. And yet, they did it anyway.
"We had no choice," Nosmad said gravely. "Without them, the realms collapse. You are the Seasons. The world cannot survive without you, its your responsibility to protect the universe."
Kayros let out a hollow laugh.
"And what about me? My will? My right to die as more than a statue?"
His voice cracked. "You treat Axeden like a mistake, maybe because he still remembers her… or because he's the rightful heir to the throne. But I understand now. You're not saving us, you're saving yourselves. The day we all die, the universe will bleed with us."
"Enough!" Nosmad's voice shook the sky. "Mind your tongue!"
Irramet placed a hand on her husband's chest, calming him.
Then she turned to Kayros, voice steady and sure.
"I know someone who can break the curse. He's destroyed forbidden spells before. If anyone can undo this, it's him."
The air stilled.
Even Kayros blinked, stunned.
Slensia, Goddess of the Moon, whispered in awe--
"You mean… Apapholom?"
To be continued