"Child," he snarked, his voice curling with disdain, "you think you won just because you received so power from your father?"
His eyes narrowed.
Still angry.
Still proud.
Pride still had his grip on Hers’s arm—tight, unrelenting.
Blood stread from his nose and mouth, dripping down his chin in thick trails.
He didn’t cry out. He just stared at him, angry, humiliated, burning with sothing he couldn’t tell.
But even through the bruises... that look remained.
That arrogant, burning stare.
It was the look that scread: We are gods—and we are better than you.
He looked down at him—not with pity, but with judgnt carved into every inch of his face.
His gaze was cold. Icy.
Like a god staring at a failed creation.
"We should have killed you when we had the chance," Hers said, his voice low—rough with disdain. "The first generation of demigods were always a mistake... dangerous."
He wiped the blood from his face with a flick of his free hand.
The skin sealed itself in seconds—smooth, untouched, like he had never been wounded.
He raged.
His flawless skin had to remain perfect.
Hers grabbed Pride by the arm—the sa one that had held his arm—and began lifting him into the air, while glancing in Kael’s direction, not acknowledging Pride.
He hoisted him effortlessly, like a disobedient child.
"That’s why we made a pact—to never have them again," he said, still speaking to Kael, eyes never leaving him.
Hers paused.
His lip curled.
"But Hades... broke that pact."
His gaze darkened as it landed fully on Kael.
And in the sa breath—without breaking eye contact—Hers hurled Pride to the side like trash.
His body slamd into the stone with a sickening thud...
then lted into the shadows.
Hers stepped forward.
He stood over Kael now, eyes narrowed, voice sharp as a blade.
He pointed at Kael’s forehead.
"And he hid you."
Their eyes locked.
Without a word, he reached out—his hand glowing once more, golden light bleeding from his skin.
It pulsed like a second sun, warping the air with a heat Kael could feel on his face.
Then he brought it down.
Fast.
Brutal.
Like a god bringing down divine judgnt.
The light howled—but Kael moved before it touched him.
He tilted his head, just enough to let it pass.
The heat scraped past his cheek, blistering-close—like a god’s kiss ant to warn, not love.
He didn’t blink or flinch.
And while Hers was still caught in shock, Kael drove his fist into his gut—hard, fast, rciless.
The impact folded him.
Hers dropped to one knee, breath ripped from his lungs, the divine glow in his eyes flickering for just a mont...
like a god reminded he could bleed.
Then Kael followed it up with a brutal kick to the chest.
Kael’s kick sent Hers flying—crashing through the air like a fallen star.
He slamd into the earth outside the school gate.
The stone split open beneath him.
People scread.
Not for him—for what might co next.
They ran in every direction, panic flooding the air—like they’d just watched a god fall and feared the wrath that might follow.
Because when gods are hurt...
mortals pay the price.
Especially when it was a half-mortal who went against the god.
He walked forward—slow, deliberate—each step dragging the weight of lifetis behind it.
"Long ti ago," he began, his voice low, steady,
"I was thrown out of paradise."
He kept walking.
"I was forced to beco ruler of those who can’t enter paradise.
And one day, I chose to abandon that role... to live a normal life."
His eyes darkened.
"I was a king who ruled. A knight who protected.
A great magician. The strongest martial artist.
A hero who saved countless worlds."
His fists clenched at his sides.
"A normal man."
He paused, the silence hanging like a blade.
"I lived many lives... and died many tis.
And in every one of them—I suffered.Every ti I find her...every ti I find happiness..."
His voice cracked, just for a breath.
"She gets taken from ."
He looked up, eyes heavy—not with rage,
but grief so old it felt like part of his bones.
"They always take her."
His voice was quiet.
Hollow.
Like it had been said a thousand tis before—and broken him a little more each ti.
"All I ever wanted... was a peaceful life."
His voice dropped, barely more than a whisper.
"But the gods cursed ...
to live and die over and over again."
He stepped closer, gaze locked on the god before him.
"To punish ... for abandoning what I never wanted to rule."
The shadows began to rise—slow and alive—coiling around Kael like smoke wrapping around his legs.
"All I ever wanted... was a peaceful life."
His voice dropped—barely more than a whisper,
like the words had died before they left him.
"But the gods cursed ...
made live and die again.
And again.
And again."
"Even if it ans destroying everything...
killing all the gods..."
The shadows thickened, crawling up his arms,
wrapping around his shoulders like a mantle of war.
"I will set us free."
Kael dropped to one knee.
"And I’ll start with you... mailman."
Hers rose slowly, his eyes locked on Kael—his fists clenched, his jaw grinding hard enough to crack bone.
"You dare insult a god," he whispered.
Golden veins ignited across his arms, pulsing like molten fire.
His sandals sparked violently against the stone, divine energy crackling at his feet.
Even Nyx... turned her gaze away.
Hers didn’t blink.
"You should’ve stayed silent, child," he muttered.
The air around him rippled—heat bending it like glass.
His skin began to glow—hot, blinding, godlike.
And then...
the sky above the academy began to crack.
A low rumble echoed.
Boom.
Golden light exploded across the courtyard, tearing through the air and slamming into Kael—hurling him backward like a rag caught in a storm.
The ground cracked.
The sky scread.
From the heart of the blast, two massive golden wings tore from Hers’ back—radiant, blinding,
unfurling like a god reclaiming the heavens.
He hovered above them now, suspended midair,
his body pulsing with divine light.
And he wasn’t just angry—
he was furious.
Righteous.
Ready to burn the world.
He was fuming—
a storm of judgnt wrapped in light.
The god of speed had finally stopped holding back.
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