Love was truly a powerful feeling.
Love, when wielded with precision and will, was an incredibly powerful concept.
The wedding between Sol and dea was being broadcast to the entire world and beyond. Cara artifacts and flying screens all over Lustburg and in the border town, as well as in the neighboring country, were viewing the glorious sight of their union.
Spies relayed the images to the leaders and dignitaries of the entire world. Angels, demons, beast kin, dwarves, elves, chira, and humans. All of them were witnessing a love that transcended a Thousand Years of Hatred.
Even beyond the Mortal Realm, the wedding was being observed by the goddesses. Since the representatives of nearly all the goddesses were present one way or another in the confines of Lustburg’s walls, they were able to pierce through Luxuria’s shield and watch the wedding for themselves.
It was truly a beautiful mont. The culmination of much pain and suffering, all culminating in love and happiness.
At this mont, as Sol and dea made their vows under the eyes of the world and realms beyond, even divine, a powerful current spilled outwards from the heavens.
Divine light poured into the chapel, soft yet overwhelming, as though the goddess herself had descended to bear witness to their eternal union. The walls seed to shimr, the air itself vibrating with a sacred resonance. Even those without a shred of faith felt their hearts stir as the presence of sothing vast beyond their comprehension, sitting on the throne of eternity, brushed against their souls.
The nobles gasped, so falling to their knees with a clatter and thud. Soldiers, hardened and scarred, bowed their heads in unison, silent, reverent. The light did not burn; it embraced, washing away resentnt and doubt, if only for a fleeting mont.
Calia stood at the altar, her veil lifting in the radiance. Though blind, her face tilted upward as if gazing at the heavens. A rare, genuine smile spread across her lips. So… even she acknowledges this union.
The light gathered above them, shaping into a blazing symbol: a phoenix rising from the ashes, wings spread wide into fiery shadows of nirvana. It hung over the chapel, a visible testant to the world that sothing had happened. Sothing divine and otherworldly. It was a declaration that their love was blessed by even the goddesses through Gabriel, her divine beast.
Sol felt the warmth wrap around him, a reminder of the oaths he now carried with him at all tis.
It was different from the sensation he made through the Lust type contract. Similar in many ways but less binding. Less restrictive.
It was a blessing in the truest sense of the word. A wish for greater prosperity and all the good things in the world.
dea’s veil fluttered in the current of light, her mismatched eyes glowing faintly, red and gold reflecting the divine brilliance in her contrasting orbs.
Her expression grew vacant. She initially thought that in such monts, her mind would be filled with mories of a long-forgotten past.
But as she was now, she could think about no one else but Sol.
His smile, his voice, his face. Her mind was being burned by his entire persona. A branding searing her very soul. Leaving a trace that would never vanish, no matter what may pass.
Calia raised her staff, her voice steady and resonant, amplified by the divine current of the brilliance left behind by the goddess’s blessing.
“Before the eyes of mortals and goddesses alike, this union is sealed. From this day forth, Sol Dragona Luxuria and dea Asmodeus Luxuria are bound as one. If there is anyone who objects to this union, speak now— or forever hold your peace.” ᚱÂ𝐍óꞖЕs̈
Her words echoed into silence.
This was a challenge but also a chance. The last chance for anyone who might have been against this union to act. Act and get smited by Sol’s wrath.
No one moved. No one even breathed too loudly in fear of what that might imply. The nobles who had once whispered doubts stared straight ahead, their tongues heavy, minds cowering in fear. Soldiers who might have scoffed at the union of man and witch lowered their eyes. Even the priests and dignitaries, representatives of other powers, remained still, choosing the embrace of silence.
All waited, wondering who would dare to act.
In the zenith of space, a portal opened, and divine power gushed out in droves, whirling through the chapel. The boundless aura of the Snake of Lust, Asmodeus, reached Lustburg, further pushing anyone into silence.
* * *
The energy of Asmodeus and Gabriel was like a detonator.
Far from the capital, on a scarred battlefield where smoke still curled from the earth, Kali and La Befana stood amidst the broken remnants of a coven.
Witches lay scattered, their bodies battered, their minds fractured. So had lost limbs, others clawed at their faces in madness. Not a single one had perished— yet their hatred remained unbroken.
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The limbless cursed with their tongues.
The mute cursed in their thoughts.
The broken-minded cursed in their hearts.
Hatred, deep and corrosive, radiated from every witch like a sickening miasma of filth.
La Befana’s eyes narrowed, her wrinkled lips tightening. “This isn’t natural. To loathe dea, yes, that was expected… but this—” she gestured at the writhing forms “—this is sothing else. A hatred without end, without reason.”
Kali’s gaze sharpened, crimson eyes reflecting the bodies surrounding them on all sides, radiating so much malice that it had beco tangible. “It’s as if sothing is feeding them. Fanning their malice into frenzy.”
They had expected so interference, but this was definitely not anything they had ever imagined finding.
She turned towards the Capital, “Let’s go. Sothing is wrong. Horribly wrong.”
* * *
Back in the capital’s prison, the captured beast folk suddenly erupted into chaotic bellows.
The silence that had lingered within the cells shattered as they began thrashing violently, clawing at the walls, at themselves, at each other. So bit into their own flesh, others slamd their heads against the iron bars until blood ran down their faces.
Milia, stationed nearby, narrowed her eyes into slits, her gaze darkening. What she saw was not desperation. It was pure hatred bordering on absolute malice. The prisoners scread Sol’s na, spitting it like venom, cursing him with their every breath, even using up the breath that they should use to fill their lungs, depriving themselves of oxygen just to eek out another curse.
Hatred, raw and unfiltered, filled the air. Malice so dense it beca a tangible miasma, thick enough to choke one on command.
“Restrain them!” Milia’s command rang sharp, fury washing over them all. Shadows surged from her feet, wrapping around the convulsing figures, binding limbs and silencing jaws.
However, even as their bodies stilled, their eyes blazed with unyielding loathing, as if they no longer cursed with their tongues alone, but with their very souls.
A chill ran through her spine. Sothing was wrong— terribly wrong.
* * *
“One thousand years ago, a cursed witch fell in Love with a Blessed Prince.” A feminine voice echoed through the lonely silence.
“Yet that prince knew no Love. Only conquest and betrayal. That betrayal led to sadness and Hatred. The Hatred of thousands of powerful witches and even the Hatred of the snake Demigod, Asmodeus.”
“Countless witches died, countless people perished, and Hatred continued to grow unimpeded.” The voice continued in that low, clear tone, like blessed water.
“One thousand years later, a Blessed Prince fell in Love with a cursed and broken witch whose heart was filled with Hatred and Bitterness. He washed away the Hatred in her heart and filled it with Love. It’s a Dream co true.”
Laughter from the woman spilled out and ricocheted through invisible walls. “Now, under the eyes of the World, while fighting against a Curse given by Fate, the two main characters of this beautiful story stand. Professing their Loves to each other.”
In the zenith of the clear skies, space twisted, and a roar resounded like the wrath of heaven.
The body of a giant snake that was trying to enter through the portal was bisected, crimson blood with a streak of gold splashed, and a bloody rain petered out through the earth.
The portal Asmodeus opened as he tried to enter the Mortal Realm was fragnted, and soon new crimson portals opened.
One leading not into the Mortal Realm.
Nor even in the Astral Realm.
But rather in the Divine Realm!
Far away, in the accursed land of Gluttony Foss, a vixen approached one of the many rifts tearing open the skies. Her steps were unhurried, each one echoing with quiet confidence, as if the world itself bent to make way for her.
Behind her, nine black tails swayed in hypnotic rhythm and allure, glistening faintly under the blood-red light of the eldritch portals. A tenth tail, incomplete yet undeniable, flickered into being, proof of her ascension, of power long denied but never lost.
Her eyes shone with a deep and beautiful gold. Her smile never wavered. It was the smile of soone who had waited far too long to clinch what was their right all along.
When she spoke, her voice stretched beyond the wasteland, beyond kingdoms and borders. It slithered into the ears of mortals, echoed in the hearts of nobles, and resounded even in the souls of demigods.
“I am Su Daji… now a mortal, once a goddess. I was cast down, forced into shadow by my own father. But no longer.”
Her tenth tail was nearly complete; the portal trembled under her presence.
“Using the power of Love and Hatred, today, I return. Not as a fallen relic, not as a forgotten na. I return as the one who will reclaim her rightful Divine Throne. My birthright.”
The heavens answered her words. Dark clouds surged across the skies, swallowing the sun in a single breath.
Thunder cracked like the roar of a beast, each strike rattling the foundations of kingdoms.
Winds howled through cities and forests alike, carrying with them an unnatural chill that made even the bravest of warriors shiver in fright.
The thunder struck her continuously. From afar, the scene looked like divine punishnt had descended to smite her down for her blasphemous words. However, it was in fact a test and a reward for her patience.
In her surroundings, new golden portals tried to open to no avail. Su Daji laughed louder, her gaze unworried.
The world welcod the birth of a new god. This was a mont that could not be stopped.
“Poor sisters! You cannot stop . Bound by the rules of this world, you are unable to enter the Heart of the Universe.”
She cackled like a madwoman.
Bones cracked, flesh dissolved, and yet her laughter only grew louder, echoing like a curse across the heavens.
At last, her body reached its absolute limit.
From the ruin of her mortal shell, sothing greater took form. Her outline burned with shifting light, half radiant gold, half seething crimson, interweaving in a blend that was indescribable, undeniable. Her voice rang clear, carrying both tenderness and venom in every word.
“Today, Su Daji dies… and in her place, the Goddess of Love and Hatred, Euphoria is reborn!”
Crimson rifts tore wider, bleeding across creation, while golden brilliance flared in defiance. The realms of the divine groaned under the weight of her birth.
“From this mont, the age of mortals cos to a close. Behold! The return of the golden age of gods!”
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