The heavens trembled. The skies above the Holy Kingdom Zenithia cracked like a fragile mirror, and golden radiance poured from the abyss above. A being of pure light, cloaked in the celestial glow of divinity, hovered in the air. His presence alone was enough to suffocate the weak-willed, to shatter the minds of lesser mortals.
Yagrasal, the Candidate of the God of Light.
His gaze, burning like twin suns, locked onto the lone figure standing amidst the devastation.
Lucian stood still, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He was clad in black, his silhouette barely distinguishable from the darkness that coiled around him like a living shadow. The weight of his presence was no less than that of the divine being before him.
Yagrasal's voice resonated through the battlefield, shaking the very foundation of the Holy Kingdom.
"Are you the one who has brought chaos upon this land?"
Lucian let out a soft chuckle, his golden eyes gleaming like stars.
"Do you see anyone else capable of such a feat?"
Yagrasal's expression darkened.
"Then I shall cleanse this world of your existence."
With a mere flick of his wrist, Yagrasal summoned magic beyond mortal comprehension. Towering magic circles formed behind him, each inscribed with intricate celestial runes. The sheer force of his divine presence sent ripples through space itself, causing the air to distort and waver.
"Celestial Judgement: Blades of Divine Annihilation."
From the heavens descended colossal swords of divine energy, radiating the purest light. They hung in the sky like celestial sentinels before converging into a single massive beam of destruction. It roared downward, intent on erasing Lucian from existence.
But Lucian, unshaken, merely raised his hand.
As the magic circles spun and unleashed their might, Lucian's fingers touched the luminous symbols. His voice was calm, yet it echoed with an authority that defied even the heavens.
"Cancel."
A crack ran through the celestial inscriptions. Then another.
In an instant, the magic circles shattered into countless pieces, disintegrating like fragile glass. The massive beam collapsed before it could reach him.
Silence.
Yagrasal's eyes narrowed. He took a step back, his wings flaring as he reassessed his opponent.
Lucian let out a slow exhale, shaking his head.
"A divine being, yet so predictable," he mused, lifting his hand as darkness coiled around his fingers like living serpents.
"Come, Yagrasal. Show me the power of a candidate for godhood."
The Battle Begins
Yagrasal spread his arms wide, and the heavens answered his call. Blinding arcs of golden lightning erupted from the sky, striking down in rapid succession. Each bolt carried the fury of the divine, melting the very earth it touched.
Lucian danced between the attacks with impossible grace, his form flickering like a phantom. He weaved through the onslaught, his dark cloak billowing behind him.
Then, with a sharp motion of his hand, Lucian conjured a surge of Abyssal Shadows, tendrils of pure darkness lashing toward Yagrasal. The divine being countered with a radiant barrier, but the shadows did not simply vanish. Instead, they clung to the golden shield like leeches, consuming the light.
Yagrasal's brows furrowed. "Tainted magic…"
Lucian smirked. "Magic beyond your gods."
With a sudden movement, Yagrasal forged a Lance of Divine Wrath, hurling it forward with terrifying force. It burned through the air, searing through everything in its path.
a falling star. The sheer force of its descent split the ground apart, sending shockwaves rippling outward.
Lucian's eyes gleamed as he lifted a single hand. Shadows swirled, thick and alive, forming a twisting vortex of darkness in his palm. He did not evade. He did not retreat. Instead, he met the divine lance head-on.
The instant the two forces collided, the world shuddered.
A massive explosion erupted from the point of impact, golden and black energy clashing in a violent storm. The surrounding terrain fractured, crumbling under the sheer intensity of the unleashed magic. For a brief moment, everything was engulfed in blinding light and abyssal void, neither force willing to yield.
Then, the balance tipped.
Lucian clenched his fist, and the Abyssal Shadows roared in defiance. The divine lance, a weapon forged by celestial will, withered. Its golden brilliance flickered, corroded by the abyssal energy wrapped around it. The next moment, it shattered into thousands of fading fragments.
Yagrasal's eyes narrowed.
Lucian smiled, stepping forward. "Is that all?"
The divine being raised his hands, and the sky answered.
Dozens of radiant sigils ignited in the heavens, each one a glowing inscription of divine authority. Yagrasal's voice rang out, a command woven into the very fabric of existence.
"Celestial Judgement: Blades of Divine Annihilation."
A celestial storm erupted above.
From the heart of the golden sigils, massive blades of pure light descended. Each was a weapon of absolute devastation, forged from divine essence itself. They rained down upon the battlefield, an execution from the heavens.
Lucian's gaze flickered upward, his expression remaining unreadable. The air around him trembled as shadows coiled like serpents, thick and dense. Then, with a single word—
"Cancel."
The sigils cracked.
One by one, the celestial formations shattered, as if an unseen force had unraveled the very magic that sustained them. The divine blades, meant to erase all darkness, halted mid-air before crumbling into nothingness.
Yagrasal's expression darkened. "Impossible."
Lucian tilted his head. "Your magic is nothing before me."
Before Yagrasal could respond, Lucian vanished.
A flicker of movement—then darkness surged.
The very ground split apart as tendrils of abyssal energy erupted, spiraling toward Yagrasal like living chains. Each tendril pulsed with an eerie glow, as though it carried an ancient power beyond mortal comprehension.
Eternal Shackles of Darkness
It had no definite form. It was neither solid nor fluid. It slithered like a living entity, chains that twisted and coiled infinitely, shifting between reality and nonexistence. The mere sight of it was enough to make the strongest minds falter.
The divine lance met the abyssal chains—and stopped.
Time seemed to stand still as the divine light was devoured, reduced to nothingness.
Lucian's voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of something beyond mortal comprehension.
"Yagrasal, let me show you what true shackles feel like."
The Eternal Shackles of Darkness surged forward. They did not move through space; they simply existed where they wished to be. Before Yagrasal could react, they had already wrapped around his arms, his legs, his wings.
Yagrasal's eyes widened. "What—?!"
The chains tightened.
Divine power flared as Yagrasal struggled, his radiance flickering like a failing flame. The shackles did not simply bind the body—they bound the very concept of movement. They drained, they suffocated, they crushed.
For the first time in millennia, Yagrasal felt fear.
Lucian stepped forward, his golden eyes piercing. "Kneel."
The shackles pulled.
Yagrasal fell to one knee. His pride, his power—both crumbling beneath an abyss he could not comprehend.
The holy kingdom's people watched in horror. Their god's chosen warrior, shackled in darkness.
But then—
A sudden explosion of holy radiance.
The sky itself split apart. Yagrasal let out a roar, his power surging beyond its previous limits. The chains cracked. Then, they shattered.
Lucian's eyes flickered with amusement. "So you can break them. Interesting."
Yagrasal's voice thundered. "I am not so weak as to be bound by mere darkness!"
He moved faster than light, appearing before Lucian in an instant. A sigil formed between his hands—an ancient magic, one that had never failed.
"Solar Spear of Judgment."
A golden spear erupted from his palms, piercing through Lucian's chest before he could react.
For the first time in centuries, Lucian felt pain.
The divine spear burned through his body, his vision flashing white as celestial flames consumed his form.
The battlefield fell silent.
Lucian staggered. Blood—black and shimmering—trickled from the wound in his chest.
Yagrasal exhaled, triumphant. "It is over."
Lucian tried to move. His fingers twitched, his breath shuddering. But his strength—was gone.
His body swayed.
Then—he collapsed.
The unshakable, the untouchable Lucian… lay lifeless.
The Holy Kingdom's people erupted into cheers. Yagrasal closed his eyes, whispering a silent prayer for his fallen foe.
Lucian Blackthorne, the Lord of Darkness—
was dead.