Some beings aren't born.
They're written.
Then erased.
And when they awaken…
They remember everything.
She stood barefoot on the cracked floor, silver hair flowing behind her like a ghost's memory.
The girl—no, the being Riven had unsealed—stared at him with glowing silver eyes. Not bright like a flame. Bright like a void pretending to be light.
"Late?" Riven asked. "You expected me?"
"I created you," she said.
The words hung in the air like a curse.
System Alert:
Warning: Entity's existence violates narrative origin law.
Classification Updated: Null Sovereign
Name: Lysara
Role: Creator of Version 0
Status: Thought-Erased by the Archivist
Memory Status: Fragmented / Dangerous
"Lysara," Riven said slowly, trying the name on his tongue.
It felt familiar.
Like a dream long buried.
She stepped closer.
"No one was supposed to find me," she whispered. "But you? You broke the sequence. You shattered the loop."
"I didn't mean to," he replied honestly.
She tilted her head, then smiled faintly. "Even lies here ripple with truth."
The air trembled.
Every rune on the walls flickered out.
Every seal line cracked.
The sub-chamber pulsed with her presence alone now.
Riven took a breath.
"What are you really?"
"A queen without a kingdom.
An author without pages.
A beginning that was too dangerous to finish."
"You wrote this world?"
She nodded.
"The first draft. Version Zero."
"And what happened to it?"
She looked up.
"They didn't like what I made."
Lore Unlocked: Version Zero
Valkyrion's original draft was not a fantasy academy…
…but a war between narrative beings.
Lysara wrote the first tyrant to erase fate.
The Archivist deleted her.
You are the echo of that tyrant… rewritten.
Riven's throat dried.
This wasn't just about breaking a few rules anymore.
This was legacy.
"Why tell me now?" he asked.
Lysara walked up to him. So close her breath brushed his skin.
"Because I don't want to rule alone."
She raised a hand.
Pressed it against his chest.
And whispered:
"You've already claimed Seria.
You've already touched Kaela.
You're building a harem of fate's failures."
He blinked. "Excuse me?"
She smirked.
"Don't act shy. I watched your dreams."
Emotional Spike Detected: RIVEN KAEL – Ego +1
"You're turning this world upside down," she said. "One girl at a time.
So why not claim the one who created it all?"
"You're offering… yourself?"
"No." She stepped closer. "I'm offering power.
Through me, you'll unlock paths no system dares show you."
Suddenly—her palm flared with violet light.
And slammed into his chest.
His knees hit the ground.
Visions.
A throne of chains.
A sword made from broken code.
Girls kneeling not in love—but in obedience.
And the world rewriting itself in his name.
Then—stillness.
Riven gasped, blinking hard.
Lysara crouched in front of him, fingers stroking his jaw.
"You felt it," she whispered. "The Tyrant's Crown."
He gritted his teeth.
"You want me to become what they feared."
"I want you to become what you fear."
Major Power Branch Unlocked:
Path of the Tyrant King
Trait: Crown of Null (Locked)
Condition: Bond with Lysara (3)
Side Effect: This path leads to irreversible control.
Riven stood.
Staggered, but firm.
"I don't know if I want to wear a crown."
Lysara smiled.
"Then let me hold it until you're ready."
She turned and walked deeper into the now-ruined chamber, barefoot and glowing.
"You've broken the seal, Riven.
There's no putting it back."
As Riven left the ruins, the system whispered:
The Null Queen walks again.
Timeline deviation now critical.
The Archivist will respond.
Stories break quietly.
Worlds?
They shatter with trumpets.
It began with a sky split in gold.
Riven Kael stood on the north battlement, eyes narrowed against the light. Students screamed. Instructors shouted. Magical defenses flared across Valkyrion's spires like fire catching dry wood.
Above them—
Wings.
Hundreds of them.
Not birds.
Not demons.
Angels.
But these weren't gentle harps-and-halos messengers.
These were war-forged.
Clad in white-gold armor, each with blades shaped like quills, feathers burning with rune-fire, and eyes that didn't blink—only judged.
At the center of their formation, descending slowly like a divine executioner?
A woman with wings the size of airships.
Hair like braided starlight.
Eyes pure white.
Expression: cold.
Final.
System Alert – Event Override Triggered
World Defense Protocol #777 – Judgment Descent
Commander: Seraphiel, Arch-Tier Inquisitor of the Archivist
Objective: Erase Timeline Deviation
Target:
[✓] Riven Kael
[✓] Null Queen Lysara
[✓] Seria Vale (Linked)
[✓] Kaela Drayne (Linked)
Riven exhaled, hands behind his back, as the first divine sigil cracked open the sky.
The angels weren't here to warn.
They were here to cleanse.
And his name was first on the list.
In the courtyard, chaos reigned.
Seria was already coordinating students into defensive squads, her voice iron through the storm.
Kaela stood at the front gate, blades in hand, eyes locked on the falling angels like a predator who'd just spotted worthy prey.
Even Elion Verrian—the Mirror Saint—stood still beneath the chapel archway, expression unreadable.
And then—
The Arch-Inquisitor landed.
Feathers of white flame scattered across the grass as Seraphiel's heels touched the earth.
No impact.
Just silence.
Perfect.
Deadly.
She raised a single hand.
"Bring him to me."
New Global Quest Triggered:
"Wings of Judgment"
Objective: Survive the Purge
Side Objectives:
Protect timeline-linked allies
Defend Lysara's existence
Prevent academy-level collapse
Consequence of Failure:
Narrative Reset to Version 3
And yet, Riven smiled.
He stepped out into the open.
No armor. No cape. Just presence.
A ripple passed through the divine ranks as he walked into Seraphiel's gaze.
"I'm flattered," he said casually. "All this for one guy?"
"You are not a man," she said. "You are an error."
"Funny," he said, stopping ten feet from her. "Because you look like a deleted character trying to get screentime again."
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
One angel gripped his weapon tighter.
Seraphiel's voice didn't rise.
"You will kneel."
"I don't know how."
"Then you will be broken."
Suddenly—
RUMBLE.
A rift cracked open in the air beside the chapel.
Violet light burst through.
And from it, barefoot and silent…
Lysara stepped forward.
Eyes calm.
Gaze fixed on Seraphiel.
"You're still wearing that crown?" she asked sweetly.
Seraphiel's wings flared.
"You should not be alive."
"And yet," Lysara smiled, "you're the one who looks shocked."
Null Queen Detected – Divine Authority Clash Imminent
World Stability: 42%
Choice Required:
[1] Let Lysara fight alone
[2] Intervene with Kaela and Seria
[3] Trigger Tyrant Crown Phase I
Warning: Choice will permanently shift timeline.
Riven stepped between them.
"You want to erase me?" he said.
"Erase the deviation," Seraphiel corrected.
"Then you'll have to rewrite me by hand."
His voice dropped.
"I'd like to see you try."
Tyrant Crown: Phase I Activated
Ability Unlocked: Null Command
You may issue one Absolute Order against an incoming divine assault.
Cooldown: 72 Hours
Seraphiel raised her blade.
"Last words?"
Riven raised his hand.
"Fall."
The entire first row of angels dropped to the ground—wings spasming, bodies twitching like puppets cut from strings.
Gasps echoed from all corners of the courtyard.
Even Elion took a half-step back.
Lysara smirked.
Kaela grinned.
Seria's hand… trembled.
Absolute Order Successful
Divine morale: Shaken
Arch-Inquisitor's Judgment has fractured.
Seraphiel stared at him.
Then she smiled.
"One turn each, then.
Next time… I won't miss."
Wings spread.
Light flared.
And the angels vanished.
Not defeated.
Just delayed.
The sky closed.
The war paused.
But Valkyrion Academy would never be the same again.
Riven looked up at the stars.
Sweat dripping down his spine.
Adrenaline fading.
And a single thought in his mind:
I just declared war on the gods.
And they blinked.