"If gods made light to control the world... then I shall be use darkness to free it ''
-Chaos, and the first emperor of the Abyss
The sky had never known silence.
But tonight, even the stars refused to breathe.
Black fire rained from the broken heavens, and each drop that touched the ground birthed a new horror — molten wings, skeletal beasts, and shadows with faces twisted in agony.
They crawled from the molten pits, kneeling before the one who stood at the center of the storm.
Chaos.
His crimson cloak fluttered in the windless night, his eyes reflecting a thousand burning suns. The divine spear he held — once the weapon of the archangel Seraphiel — now pulsed with abyssal veins, bleeding light and void in equal measure.
Behind him, the Abyssal Citadel roared to life. Towers made of black bone and divine fragments rose higher and higher, piercing the clouds like the teeth of a colossal beast.
"My lord..."
A voice hissed from the ground. One of the creatures — half-angel, half-demon — dragged its broken body forward. "What... what do you command of us?"
Chaos raised his hand, and the shadows themselves obeyed.
"The gods think the heavens are theirs to rule," he said, his voice calm — too calm. "But what they forget... is that creation was built on blood. My blood."
The ground split beneath his feet. Rivers of glowing crimson carved paths across the darkened wasteland.
Each vein pulsed with life — or something worse.
And from those rivers, new beings began to rise.
Some had horns, others halos twisted into crowns of flame. Their eyes burned like stars trapped in black holes. They did not breathe. They simply existed.
"You are my first children," Chaos declared. "Born not from faith, but from fury. The world will call you monsters. I will call you... my heirs."
The creatures bowed, their voices merging into a single, thunderous whisper:
"All hail the Abyss."
From above, a beam of golden light ripped through the clouds.
It struck the earth with divine force, vaporizing entire legions of Chaos's newborns.
The shockwave shook the citadel, but Chaos didn't move.
He looked up — and saw them.
Thousands of angels, descending like shards of sunlight.
At their center, a colossal figure in radiant armor — High Seraph Orialis, wielder of the Sword of Dawn.
"Traitor!" Orialis shouted, his voice shaking the air. "You defy the balance! You dare create without the Core's will?"
Chaos smirked.
"I am the Core's will."
And with that, he raised his hand — and reality shattered.
The sky inverted. Light screamed. Every star in the firmament collapsed into a spiral of black flame.
The angels faltered mid-flight as gravity died. The world became a spinning void.
Chaos whispered one word.
"Begin."
The First War of Creation erupted.
It wasn't a battle.
It was annihilation.
Angels clashed with abominations made of starlight and bone.
Each swing of Orialis's sword unleashed waves of divine fire, but Chaos's army absorbed them — feeding on light, growing stronger with every hit.
From the Citadel's highest spire, Chaos spread his wings — massive, obsidian, and veined with lightning.
He dove into the battlefield like a meteor.
"You can't destroy creation!" Orialis screamed, striking again.
"I'm not destroying it," Chaos roared back. "I'm rewriting it!"
Their weapons collided.
The shockwave burned the sky white.
Every mortal on the planet felt it — the trembling of gods, the rewriting of destiny itself.
By dawn, the battlefield was nothing but glass and smoke.
The bodies of angels turned to dust, drifting in the wind like silver ash.
Only one figure remained standing amidst the silence.
Chaos.
His armor was cracked, blood dripping from his mouth — golden blood, divine and cursed.
He planted his spear into the ground.
The ground trembled, and from the shattered core of the earth rose a symbol — a circle of intertwined wings and claws, forever burning.
"This world will remember this night," he said softly.
"The night the Creator fell."
He looked toward the rising sun — pale, trembling, dying.
"From this day forth," Chaos whispered, "light will kneel to darkness."
⚫ End of Chapter 6
Next: Chapter 7 — "The Children of the Abyss"