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Chapter 4 - LIMITLESS SMOKE PART 4

Smoke: The Limitless Hunt

Episode 4 – The Celestial Executioner

The Blood Markets burned.

Ashes swirled where the Broker once sat, his slaves scattering into the shadows, his empire of sin dissolved in a single night. The city had no words left for me. They whispered my name—Smoke—like a curse, like a prayer. Fear was alive again.

But fear wasn't just in the streets.

It reached the skies.

Descent of the Executioner

The gods had watched my every step. They created me to cull the filth, but already they feared what they saw. A thing they forged, now killing without restraint.

So they sent one of their own.

The sky tore open like silk. From the rippling heavens descended a figure plated in golden light. His armor glowed like a sun, his wings stretched wider than the streets themselves. His face was veiled in a mask of fire, and in his hands burned a blade carved from divine law.

A Celestial Executioner.

He landed in the ruins of the Broker's palace. The air around him seared, turning mortals to ash just from proximity. Even immortals staggered and screamed, skin boiling though they could not die.

His voice cracked like thunder.

"SMOKE."

My cloak shifted, spikes rattling. My hellhounds growled, each head dripping molten steel. I stood unmoving as the Executioner raised his blade.

"You are corruption. The gods made you, but you twist beyond their command. Your hunt ends now."

I tilted my mask, smoke hissing through the cracks. "Try."

Clash of Heaven and Smoke

He moved like a storm. In one breath, his blade carved through a skyscraper, slicing it in half. My body dissolved, reforming behind him, spikes shooting forward. He batted them aside, flames igniting across the city.

Crowds screamed as immortals scattered, unable to process what they were seeing. For centuries, gods had abandoned them. Now one walked among them again.

The Executioner's strikes came like meteors. Each one faster, heavier. But I was smoke. Untouchable. My body warped and bent, teleporting across rooftops. He snarled in frustration, his golden wings burning hotter with every miss.

"Stand still!" he roared.

"Why?" I answered, appearing behind him, spikes tearing through his wing. His body convulsed. Blood sprayed—and did not heal.

The Executioner staggered, eyes wide. He realized the truth.

I could kill him too.

The First God-Kill

He screamed, fury shaking the skies, blade slashing with divine rage. My hellhounds leapt, chains snapping as they tore into his chest. He impaled one with his burning sword—but two more surged from my shadow, howling with infinite hunger.

I teleported onto his chestplate, mask inches from his fiery face. Spikes erupted from every angle, skewering him like a star crucified. His wings tore. His armor cracked.

"No…" he gasped. "I am eternal—"

"Not anymore."

I crushed him.

His light exploded, his scream tearing across galaxies. His body dissolved into ash, golden fragments raining over the city. His soul ripped into my smoke, erased.

Silence followed.

And then—

[Level Up: 10]

The ground trembled. My cloak flared like a void, my body evolving again. The black steel veins glowed brighter, liquid smoke coursing faster through my form. My hellhounds multiplied, seven now circling me, their eyes burning with godfire stolen from the Executioner.

I had killed a god.

The Multiverse Reacts

The moment his ash faded, the universe shifted.

Whispers spread beyond the city. Beyond the world. Across galaxies. Through immortal networks that spanned eternity.

"He killed a celestial—"

"No… gods can't die—"

"He erased an Executioner. Permanently."

"Then not even divinity is safe."

The multiverse shuddered with fear. Hunters paused their missions. Vampires abandoned their prey. Angels looked to the heavens in silence.

And the gods themselves?

They panicked.

Some raged, calling for my destruction. Others whispered treachery, wondering if I was the true end they needed. Some even worshipped me already, seeing me as the new law.

The Gods Whisper

As I stood among the ashes of the Executioner, the gods whispered again. Louder this time.

"You are ours…"

"You are ruin…"

"We made you, and we will end you—"

I laughed, cloak hissing. My hellhounds roared, chains rattling like war drums.

"You can try."

I raised my mask to the burning sky. Smoke rose from my body like a storm, black steel dripping into the heavens.

The hunt wasn't over.

It was limitless.

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