It began with a scream—
not of terror,
but of wrath.
A scream so loud it echoed through dimensions, cracked through time-woven walls, and spilled darkness into the crevices of every realm.
The Void had felt it.
The binding. The Sacrament.
And it had not only been denied.
It had been defied.
Now, it would answer.
—
The sky above Hell split in half.
Not with light.
With absence.
It poured through the air like ink bleeding across reality, swallowing flame, twisting the world into silence. Demons ran, fled, hid beneath the bones of dead gods.
Even fire bent before that cold.
At the center of the storm, where reality folded in on itself, stood the Void's true form.
No more disguises. No more whispers.
It looked like her—Lina—but without the warmth. Without the soul. Without Andra.
And it spoke one word:
"Return."
Lina stepped forward, crown blazing, arms laced in flames. And beside her, Andra's eyes glowed like embers in the dark.
"No," she said. "You don't own me."
The Void raised a hand.
And Hell itself—her rebuilt kingdom, her thrones of fire, her loyal legions—trembled.
It wasn't threatening her.
It was challenging her.
"You took my power," it whispered. "Now take the cost."
The world shifted.
Suddenly they weren't in Hell. Not Earth. Not the Rift.
They stood on a battlefield made of nothing. No sky. No gravity. No time. Just them—Lina, Andra, and the Void.
"You bound your soul," it hissed. "Let's see if it survives me."
The battle began in silence.
Fire met void. Passion met endless hunger. Lina launched stars from her palms, Andra's sword carved through space. But the Void was everywhere, shadows wrapping around their legs, whispering doubts into their minds, trying to pull them apart.
> He'll leave you when you burn too bright.
She doesn't need you now—only your strength.
But their Sacrament held.
Every cut Andra took—Lina healed.
Every time her fire wavered—he pushed it forward.
Together, they weren't two. They were fury, forged.
And when Lina grabbed the Void's throat and screamed, "I'm not yours. I never was—"
She didn't just burn it.
She unmade it.
Flames tore through the nothingness, carving light into the darkness so pure it turned holy. And for one second, just before the Void dissolved into dust, it smiled.
"You are finally what we were meant to be."
Gone.
The battlefield vanished.
And they stood once more on scorched stone in Hell, her court silent, her realm broken—but hers. Still hers.
Lina collapsed. Exhausted. Shaking. But whole.
And Andra, kneeling beside her, kissed her forehead and whispered:
"Still with you."
She smiled, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"Always."