Chapter 69 – Chains for the Sky
The Turning Hunger
The abomination's many eyes rolled across the battlefield, fire and shadow glimmering in every gaze. At last, they fixed not on the gods—
—but on Lucian and Selene.
The village girl shuddered in Lucian's arms, whispering with lips cracked and pale:
"Lucian… it looks at us. At me. As if I am nothing but its first meal."
Selene's knight staggered, veins splitting open, black ichor dripping down his arms. He clutched Selene, voice a broken growl:
"It knows. We are its roots. And roots must be devoured."
Lucian's fire flared, defiant. "It is ours—our child!"
But the creature's hiss shook the earth:
"No. You are mine."
The Gods' Last Council
The remaining gods gathered, their forms battered and dimmed. The Moon Goddess' veil hung in tatters. The Goddess of Purity's light flickered, blackened at the edges. The Father of All bled cracks of shadow into the sky itself.
"We cannot kill it," said the Goddess of Mercy, voice trembling. "Every strike multiplies it."
"Then we bind it," the God of Judgment rasped, chains rattling from his torn form. "Not to earth. Not to heaven. To nothingness."
The Sun God's flames guttered low, but his voice was iron. "A prison of our own essence. Our eternity traded for one lock."
The Father of All lifted his faceless gaze. His voice was like the last toll of a bell:
"If we bind it… heaven dies."
Still, one by one, the gods nodded.
Lovers Against Gods
The gods advanced, weaving their powers into a cage of law, light, mercy, war, and sorrow. Chains of flame and shadow arched overhead, forming a net vast enough to cover the sky.
Lucian stood before them, sword blazing, his girl clinging weakly to his arm.
"You will not chain our love," he snarled.
Selene hissed, wrapping her knight in shadow. "If heaven must die, then let it die—we will not give up what is ours!"
Snowball laughed, her voice velvet and venom. "Oh, how poetic. Parents defending the child that will consume them. Gods sacrificing heaven to bury it. Which love is the greater madness?"
The Shatterpoint
The gods' cage descended.
The abomination screamed, vines ripping from the earth, shadows blotting the stars. Its hunger struck in every direction, tearing priests, nobles, even minor spirits into nothing.
And then—its gaze fell fully on Lucian and Selene.
The lovers felt their veins burn, their hearts quake, their lovers wither faster in their arms.
It reached for them not with claws, but with hunger itself.
Snowball whispered, smiling wide:
"Yes, my darling. Eat where you began. Devour even your womb."
Chapter 70 – The Throne of Hunger
The Shattered Sky
The heavens bled.
Where once stars glittered, there were only cracks—splintered lines of black spreading across the firmament. The Father of All's form towered, faceless and vast, but even he trembled. Every breath of the abomination widened those fractures, drawing the sky closer to collapse.
The Goddess of Purity knelt, her light dimmed to a guttering flame.
"If it draws one more breath, the heavens will fall."
The Moon Goddess whispered, clutching her torn veil. "Then we cannot let it breathe again."
Chains rattled. The God of Judgment stepped forward, his body half-shattered, but his will unbroken. "We weave our essences into a prison. We trade eternity for silence. So commands the Father."
The gods bowed—not in reverence, but in resignation.
The Lovers' Desperation
Lucian roared, fire spilling from his shoulders like wings. "No! You will not chain it—you will not chain us!"
The village girl clutched his chest, her breaths shallow, her belly still glowing faintly from the birth. "Lucian… don't let them take it. It is our love. Our blood."
Selene's knight stumbled, his body wasting away even as shadows wrapped him like armor. "If they bind it… we lose everything. Our love dies in their chains."
Selene kissed him fiercely, fangs piercing his lips until blood spilled between them. "Then we fight heaven itself."
Together, the Four raised their blades, ready to strike down gods.
The Gods' Circle
The gods formed a ring around the abomination. Their bodies cracked, their voices raw, but their wills united. Light, chain, sorrow, mercy, judgment—all fused into a single spell.
The Sun God burned his flesh to cinders to ignite the first chain.
The Moon Goddess bled silver tears that hardened into shackles.
The Goddess of Mercy cut open her own heart, her blood flowing into the runes.
The God of Judgment tore out his tongue, casting it into the circle as the law's final word.
The Father of All spread his vast hands, voice breaking like thunder:
"We bind not flesh. We bind hunger."
The spell coiled tighter, weaving around the child of corruption.
Snowball's Betrayal
Snowball's laughter rang like silver bells.
"Oh, how beautiful. How tragic. But did you think I would let you bury my child?"
She stepped into the circle, her white dress rippling with shadows. With a single caress, she twisted the runes, her voice slithering into the spell itself.
"You give your essence to bind it. I take your essence to feed it."
The circle flared white, then black. The gods screamed as their sacrifice bent, their powers siphoned—not into a prison, but into the abomination itself.
The Goddess of Purity shrieked as her light was swallowed, the Moon Goddess as her sorrow was drunk. The God of Judgment's chains cracked and melted into the child's veins. Even the Father of All staggered, his faceless form dimming as the creature grew taller, stronger, brighter with every heartbeat.
The New Throne
Snowball spread her arms wide, standing at the creature's feet. Her eyes glowed pale white, her smile wicked and serene.
"Look, my darling. The gods give you their eternity. Their chains, their law, their mercy, their sorrow. All of it is yours now."
The abomination screamed, its many wings unfurling, its gaze blazing like suns gone mad. The palace shattered, the heavens tore, the earth buckled beneath it.
Snowball turned, her white hair whipping in the storm of hunger.
"Behold," she whispered, her voice carrying into every mortal soul, "the throne of hunger. A child born not of gods, not of mortals, but of love twisted into creation."
And in that moment, the gods fell silent. The heavens dimmed. The world knew that the age of heaven was over.
🔥 End of Chapter 70 🔥
Do you want Chapter 71 to show the first true war between the abomination and what remains of heaven, or to turn inward, focusing on Lucian and Selene as they realize their lovers may not survive this new age?
Perfect 😈—let's take it deep into Chapter 70, where the stakes are no longer about the city or palace alone, but about the entire world trembling beneath the Crimson Dynasty.
Chapter 70 – Thrones of Blood
The kingdom of Elarion was no more. Its banners had burned, its priests silenced, its nobles either executed or bent to kneel before the Four who ruled by blood and fire.
Lucian sat upon the throne of blackened steel, his village bride beside him, her once-innocent face now bearing the glow of hunger that never faded. Across from them sat Selene and her knight, entwined in crimson shadows, their eyes red jewels glimmering with passion and cruelty.
Between them, the court trembled. Ministers brought offerings—chests of gold, prisoners for sacrifice, even their own children offered as hostages. None spoke without permission, for the wrong word could mean death in fire or the draining kiss of the new monarchs.
Snowball stood in the shadows of the throne room, her laughter echoing softly. She was the quiet serpent, whispering when it mattered most. The people thought her a consort, but the truth was darker: she was the one who first corrupted the Captain, who bent fate itself until the dynasty was born.
The Children of Fire and Fang
And now, their children were growing.
Lucian's firstborn, Aethor, walked the halls already taller than a man, with burning veins and eyes like smoldering suns. His very footsteps left scorch marks upon the stone.
Selene's daughter, Nyxira, was the shadow of midnight given form—lips red as blood, hair black as the void, and fangs that gleamed even when she smiled. Her beauty was the kind that killed, her laughter enough to drive mortals mad.
Together, they were worshiped by some, feared by all. Even seasoned knights lowered their eyes when the young heirs passed. The dynasty's power was no longer just in its parents—it was in the next generation, born of flame and blood, destined to consume gods themselves.
The Gods Stir
But in the heavens, the silence broke.
The first signs were omens—rivers turning to crimson, stars burning out, storms that howled with voices not of this earth.
And then came the voice.
Deep, eternal, shaking the very stones of the palace:
"Children of desire and ruin… your reign ends now. We are coming."
The gods themselves were stirring, and for the first time, even Snowball's smile faltered.
The Lovers' Complications
In their chambers, passion still ruled.
Lucian, despite his throne, could not escape his wife's hunger—her kisses always tinged with blood, her caresses always ending in bites. He loved her, but her thirst for him was a constant battle, one he both craved and feared.
Selene and her knight were no different—their love was violent, a mixture of romance, lust, and the spilling of blood. Their chambers smelled of roses and iron, their sheets stained crimson. And still, they whispered to one another as if they were star-crossed lovers, even as they bathed in blood.
But love, in its darkest form, made them strong.
The Coming Storm
The kingdom knelt. The dynasty ruled.
But the world itself rebelled.
The skies cracked with divine thunder. Armies of faith gathered across distant lands, led by angels and demi-gods, ready to strike.
And in the heart of the throne room, Lucian rose, his voice carrying like a storm:
"Then let the gods descend. Let angels bleed. We are not kings. We are not mortals. We are the Crimson Dynasty, and the world will bow."
The Four stood, their children behind them, Snowball smiling in the shadows once more.
And far above, the heavens opened.
Chapter 71 – When the Sky Breaks
The night above Elarion split apart.
A rift of searing light tore across the firmament, blinding, holy, and terrible. Through it descended the Celestial Host—winged warriors clad in living armor, swords glowing brighter than suns. Behind them moved vast, half-seen figures, their silhouettes too immense for mortal minds.
The people of the city fell to their knees. Priests screamed prayers that went unanswered. Children hid beneath crumbling shrines. The gods had sent their soldiers to end the Crimson Dynasty.
But the dynasty did not bow.
The Dynasty's Defiance
Lucian rose from his black throne, fire wreathing his blade. His voice rolled like thunder:
"They descend to end us. Let them try."
Selene smirked, crimson eyes burning, her lips still stained from her knight's kiss.
"No… they descend to die."
Snowball's laughter rang soft and seductive, curling through the shattered palace halls.
「神々よ…愛を知らぬまま滅びなさい.」
("Gods… perish without ever knowing love.")
The Children Stir
While their parents prepared for war, the heirs trembled with new desires.
Aethor stood at the balcony, veins glowing molten. His fire licked the stones beneath his feet. The village maiden, pale with both terror and adoration, whispered,
"You're… not human anymore."
Aethor turned, eyes blazing. He cupped her face in hands that burned but did not harm her.
"I am more. And I want you to burn with me."
He kissed her, flames spilling across their bodies. She gasped, caught between pain and longing, unable to pull away.
In another chamber, Nyxira prowled with her knight. She forced him down with a predator's grace, her fangs grazing his throat.
"You're mine. Say it."
"I am yours," he gasped, blood already running from her earlier bite.
Her laugh was silk and knives. She sank her fangs into him again, drinking deeply, his devotion sealing into her veins. His hands clutched her hips, not in resistance, but in surrender.
The First Strike
The sky flared. Trumpets of the divine shook the city. The first angel landed in the square, his sword's light splitting towers. With one sweep, a hundred men turned to ash.
Lucian charged, flames meeting holy fire. The clash thundered across the city.
Selene and her knight cut through soldiers of light, their love feeding their cruelty.
Snowball blurred between shapes, claws ripping celestial throats, her laughter intoxicating and merciless.
And from the palace gates, the heirs emerged at last—Aethor burning like a living pyre, Nyxira smiling with blood-stained lips, their lovers trailing behind them like shadows bound by desire.
The city held its breath.
The Celestial Host faltered.
The prophecy had come alive.
The Dynasty of Blood and Fire had risen.
Chapter 72 – Blood in the Sky, Fire in the Bed
The Heirs' Hunger
The city burned under divine assault, yet in the palace chambers, another fire raged.
Aethor, his body glowing with molten veins, pressed the village girl against silken sheets. His lips scorched her skin as his hunger warred between love and blood. She whimpered beneath his weight, her breath trembling.
"You'll destroy me…"
He smirked, eyes blazing gold and crimson.
"Then let me make you new—in my fire."
His kiss was desperate, violent, both agony and ecstasy. She moaned against him, unsure if she was being loved or consumed.
Nyxira, elsewhere, dragged her knight down onto his knees. She towered above him, fangs grazing his throat, her red lips glistening.
"Say it. You belong to me."
The knight's voice shook but did not break.
"I am yours… forever."
Her fangs sank into him, drinking deeply, his blood spilling down her chin. His gasp was both pain and surrender, his devotion sealed in crimson. Nyxira's laughter echoed in the chamber, a sound too beautiful and too terrifying for mortal ears.
Their love was a curse, yet neither wished to escape it.
The Battle Below
While passion turned savage within, the world outside groaned beneath divine wrath.
From the rift in the sky, soldiers of the Celestial Host descended, wings burning, blades of light cleaving through towers and flesh alike. Their march left silence—streets emptied of men, women, and children in a single sweep.
Lucian struck first. His sword blazed like an inferno, clashing against a celestial's blade. The shockwave split the air, setting buildings aflame.
Selene followed, her knight beside her, shadows spilling from her hands like rivers of black flame.
Snowball danced between them all—beast, woman, shadow—her claws tearing through divine armor like silk. She licked her fingers, blood dripping from them, and whispered in a sultry hiss:
「神々の兵よ…血の味は知っている?」
("Soldiers of the gods… do you know the taste of blood?")
Her laughter carried over the battlefield like music.
The Heirs Step Forward
And then the heirs emerged.
Aethor, fire coiling around his body, stepped onto the palace balcony. Behind him, his mortal bride stumbled forward, lips swollen from his kiss, eyes burning with both terror and devotion.
Nyxira came from the shadows, her knight staggering after her, blood still fresh on his throat. She smiled, her crimson lips gleaming, fangs bared proudly for the world to see.
The city stilled, every gaze fixed upon them.
The Celestial Host hesitated. Even their immortal eyes wavered.
For in that moment, it was clear: the prophecy was alive.
The heirs of fire and fang had risen, and their dynasty would not bow.
Chapter 73 – The Crimson Sky Burns
The rift above the world widened, spilling light that blinded mortals and set the city aflame. From it poured the Celestial Host, armored giants with burning wings and swords forged from prayers long forgotten.
The streets of Elarion drowned in screams. Priests tore their robes, mothers wept, soldiers dropped their blades. The gods had sent their army.
But the Crimson Dynasty did not kneel.
Lucian's Defiance
On the charred palace steps, Lucian raised his sword of fire. Flames erupted around him, burning brighter than the celestial glow. His voice carried across the city:
"Let the sky shatter. Let the gods bleed. We are the new law!"
The village girl stood behind him, her own hands alight with crimson fire, her eyes flickering with both terror and ecstasy. She had tasted his monstrous love, and it had awakened something inside her.
Selene's Cruelty
Beside him, Selene strode with her knight, her smile wide, her lips still stained from his blood. She raised her hands, and black shadows poured from her fingers, slicing through the wings of the first descending angel.
Her knight's blade sang, crimson arcs cutting divine armor as if it were nothing but paper. Their love had made him stronger, his devotion chaining him to her even as it destroyed him.
Snowball's Laughter
Snowball blurred between shapes—woman, beast, and shadow, never still. She cut down one celestial soldier with a claw, then kissed another as she tore his throat open. Her voice carried in seductive mockery:
「神々の軍勢よ…死にゆくときも,美しくあれ.」
("Army of the gods… even in death, be beautiful.")
Her laughter echoed over the battlefield, striking fear deeper than any blade.
The Heirs Unleashed
Then the world saw what it had most feared.
From the palace gates emerged Aethor and Nyxira, the heirs of fire and fang.
Aethor's body burned like a living pyre, molten veins glowing as if he carried a sun within him. Every step cracked the stones, every breath scorched the air. His mortal lover clung to him, lips still red from his kiss, eyes wild with the madness of loving something not human.
Nyxira was the shadow of night incarnate. Her hair spilled like ink, her eyes glowed like blood jewels, and her smile was wide and merciless. Her knight limped behind her, wounds fresh from her fangs, yet his grin was brighter than any soldier's—because he belonged only to her.
The city hushed as the heirs stepped forward.
The Celestial Host faltered. For though they were divine soldiers, even they felt it: the prophecy had come alive.
The Dynasty of Blood and Fire had risen.
Chapter 75 – When the Gods Descend
The city burned, its towers split by fire and shadow, its streets slick with blood. The Celestial Host lay scattered, wings broken, songs silenced.
But the rift in the sky did not close.
It widened.
From its wound descended not soldiers, but gods. Their forms were too vast for mortal eyes—faces like suns, limbs of molten steel, voices that made even demons tremble. Every word they spoke cracked stone, and their gaze fell on the heirs below.
The Children of Blood
Lucian stood at the ruined gate, breathing heavy, blood dripping from his lips where the village girl had kissed him too fiercely. He lifted his blackened sword, its flames alive with the screams of angels.
At his side, she panted, her hands raw from fire, yet her eyes burned brighter than before. She was not afraid. She loved him too much to fear gods.
Above them, Selene cradled her knight like a queen guarding her treasure. His armor was broken, his body nearly failing, but her fangs had sunk so deep into him that his veins glowed red, his strength more monstrous than human. She smiled, licking blood from her lips as the gods appeared.
Snowball danced between Kael's arms, her white hair matted with gore, her seductive laughter filling the air. She pressed herself against him even as their enemies gathered, whispering in Japanese,
「私たちは死なない…私たちは永遠.」
("We will not die… we are eternal.")
The Heirs Ignite
Then the twins moved.
Aethor rose into the air, his body no longer flesh but flame. He roared like a furnace, hurling fire that melted celestial steel. The village girl leapt to him, clinging to his burning chest. Instead of burning, she glowed with the same fire. Together, they kissed as their flames fused, unleashing a storm that split the divine sky.
Nyxira emerged from the shadows, her hands dripping black ichor, her eyes glowing like crimson moons. Around her, angels turned to dust. Her knight followed, now half-monster, half-man, drinking from her throat even as they fought. Each kiss fed him strength; each moan tore another god's soldier apart.
The gods shuddered—not from fear, but from recognition.
These were not mortals.
These were rivals.
The Clash of Titans
One god raised a spear of living light and hurled it toward the heirs. Lucian caught it on his blade. The impact shook the world, but he stood firm, his golden-red eyes burning brighter.
"You thought yourselves eternal," he growled, pushing back with strength no man should have. "Now you face what you created."
The spear shattered. The god staggered.
And in that moment, the people of Elarion—those who still survived—saw their city drenched in impossible glory. Fire and shadow, blood and seduction, gods and demons locked in a war that would unmake the world.
A Whisper in the Fire
Through it all, Snowball pressed herself closer to Kael, kissing his throat as if the gods were only background to their eternal game. Her laughter was soft, cruel, and sweet.
"Let them come," she whispered, red lips curling. "While they rage, we will love. While they strike, we will bleed. And in the end… we will own even them."
And with that, the Dynasty roared into the storm.
Chapter 76 – The Gods' Wrath
The rift had widened into a wound across the sky, spilling not soldiers this time, but the gods themselves. Their voices were storms, their eyes suns, their steps earthquakes. The people of Elarion wept and cowered, knowing the city could no longer stand.
But the Crimson Dynasty did not bow.
The Dynasty's Stand
Lucian's black blade blazed, his body cracked with veins of fire. He spat blood onto the stones and smiled at the towering deity above him.
"You think yourself eternal?" he roared, voice splitting the air. "We are the fire that devours eternity."
The village girl clung to him, trembling, but her hands glowed with flame, brighter than before. She had taken too much of his power into her veins—and yet she smiled. "Then let me burn with you," she whispered.
Selene emerged from shadow, dragging her knight by the hand. He was bleeding from a dozen wounds, but his eyes glowed red from her bites, his lips crimson from her blood. She kissed him savagely, even as gods stared down at them.
"Tonight, my love," she whispered against his mouth, "we make gods bleed."
Snowball danced barefoot among corpses, her white hair gleaming in the firelight, her tail curling like a banner. She pressed Kael against a shattered wall, kissing him with blood on her lips. Then she turned toward the descending gods and laughed.
「神々よ,愛を知らぬまま死ね.」
("Gods, die without ever knowing love.")
The Children's Defiance
The heirs rose like living weapons.
Aethor burned so brightly that the air around him turned molten. He soared upward, his village maiden clinging to him, their lips meeting in a kiss of flame that birthed an inferno. The gods above shielded their faces as his fire split the sky.
Nyxira stepped from the shadows, her knight bleeding yet stronger, her crimson eyes wide with hunger. She bit his throat again, drank until his veins blazed black, and released him with a scream. Shadows exploded outward, tearing the wings from a hundred angels at once.
The gods staggered. They had not expected resistance like this.
The Clash
One god, armored in white flame, descended with a spear. He aimed it at Lucian's chest, declaring in a voice that shook stone:
"You are blasphemy. I will erase you."
Lucian met him head-on. Their blades struck, and the entire city quaked.
Selene and her knight tore into another god, her fangs sinking into divine flesh, her lover's sword cutting deeper than steel should allow.
Snowball grew claws of bone and shadow, scaling a god's leg like a predator climbing prey, her laughter echoing in the alleys.
And from above, the heirs rose together, flame and shadow entwined, lovers at their side, their power blinding even the gods.
The Turning Point
The battlefield froze as Aethor and Nyxira spoke as one.
"We are not your children. We are your end."
Their powers collided—fire and shadow twisting into a sphere of destruction. The gods raised their shields, but the blast ripped through them. One god fell, screaming, his body breaking into fragments of light.
The people of Elarion gasped. For the first time in history, a god had fallen to mortals.
And the Dynasty roared.
Chapter 77 – Feast of Blood and Fire
The city of Elarion was drowning in silence. The armies of the Celestial Host lay scattered, their wings broken, their blood staining the stones red. Above, the rift still glowed, but no more soldiers descended. The gods were hesitating.
And in that hesitation, the Crimson Dynasty celebrated.
The Lovers in Ruin
Lucian dragged his blade along the ground, sparks flying, his golden-red eyes fixed on the battlefield. He turned to the village maiden at his side. Her body trembled with exhaustion, her lips blistered from flame, but she clung to him as if nothing else existed.
"You survived," he murmured, gripping her chin.
She smiled through the blood. "I burned with you. Isn't that what you wanted?"
His lips crushed hers, rough and hungry, their kiss lit by the smoldering ruins. Fire curled around them, consuming what was left of the palace gate as they collapsed against it.
Selene, her body soaked in divine ichor, leaned against her knight. His armor was torn open, his wounds raw, but his grin was sharp and wild. She straddled him in the blood-soaked courtyard, her fangs biting into his mouth as she kissed him.
"Drink with me," she whispered. She sliced her wrist with a claw and forced it against his lips. He obeyed, drinking greedily, his eyes rolling back in both agony and ecstasy. Shadows rose around them, covering their coupling from the surviving mortals.
Snowball laughed as she twirled through the bodies, her white hair and tail glowing like a banner in the night. She pinned Kael against a broken column, her red lips glistening.
"You fought like a god," she whispered.
"And you kissed like death," Kael growled, before she silenced him with her mouth. Her claws traced down his chest as they kissed among the corpses, her laughter muffled against his lips.
The Heirs' Dark Union
But the heirs were worse.
Aethor, his molten body cooling just enough for touch, lay sprawled on the broken balcony. His maiden climbed onto him, her skin blistered yet glowing, her lips burned raw from fire. Still, she kissed him with madness in her eyes. Their passion reignited his flames, and the ruins themselves smoldered beneath them.
Nyxira, in the shattered throne room, pulled her knight onto the throne itself. She rode him with fangs bared, her eyes locked on his as blood streamed down his chest. He groaned, half in pain, half in rapture, and she moaned back, whispering,
"You bleed only for me. You live only for me."
His voice cracked as he cried her name, and her shadows wrapped around them both like chains.
The Watching Gods
High above, the gods looked down through the rift. Their soldiers were destroyed, their voices silenced. Below, the Dynasty did not pray, did not kneel, did not mourn. They loved, they fed, they burned.
The gods had sent punishment. Instead, they had fed desire.
And now the Dynasty was stronger than ever.
Chapter 78 – The City's New Worship
The fires of battle still smoldered, and Elarion lay in ruin. Temples cracked, statues shattered, prayers unanswered. The Celestial Host had fallen, and the gods who once protected the city remained silent in their rift.
Yet, among the broken streets, a new sound began to rise—whispers. Not prayers to the sky, but to the Crimson Dynasty.
The People's Fear and Fascination
The villagers who survived the slaughter gathered in the market square, staring at Captain Kael, Snowball, and their children. The Dynasty stood dripping in blood and glory, monsters in flesh, demons in beauty.
One old priest fell to his knees, trembling.
"Do not kill us," he begged. "Spare us, Captain. Spare us, Lady Snowball."
But the young were different. A girl with soot on her cheeks and tears in her eyes stared at Lucian, the son. His fire had destroyed half her street, yet her lips trembled in awe.
"You're… beautiful," she whispered.
Lucian smirked, flame dancing across his palm. The maiden at his side snarled with jealousy, but he only laughed, letting the firelight caress them both.
In the shadows, Selene prowled among survivors. A wounded man reached out, touching the hem of her dark gown.
"You are the night itself… let me follow you."
Her knight growled, blade raised, but Selene lifted her hand to stop him. She tilted the man's chin and bent low, her lips brushing his ear.
"Follow, then… but you will never leave."
Her bite sank deep, and his scream melted into a moan. Around them, others watched, horrified yet entranced.
Snowball stood on a ruined wall, Kael at her side. She gazed down at the crowd, her white hair glowing, her tail flicking, her red lips curling into a wicked smile.
「彼らは恐れている…でも欲している.」
("They fear… but they desire.")
She kissed Kael in full view of the people, licking blood from his lip as if to brand him before all. The crowd gasped, and some turned away in shame—but others could not stop staring.
The Shift
By nightfall, torches burned not at the temples of the gods, but before the palace ruins where the Dynasty gathered. Mortals brought offerings: wine, bread, jewels. Some even brought their own blood, slitting their palms to drip crimson on the stones.
The Dynasty did not refuse.
Kael raised a goblet filled with mortal blood and drank deeply, his voice echoing:
"Your gods abandoned you. We remain. Serve us, and you will live beneath fire and shadow, not silence."
The people roared—not all in devotion, but enough. The first cracks of worship had begun.
The Gods Stir
From above, the rift shuddered. The gods' fury grew. Mortals, once their faithful, now knelt to monsters.
One god's voice shook the skies, booming in rage:
"They would dare betray us? Then let them be consumed."
And the rift widened further, darker than before. Something vast began to descend—not soldiers, not even gods of flesh, but punishments made into form.
The war was not over. It was only beginning.
Chapter 79 – The Punishments of the Gods
The sky over Elarion split open like a wound. From the rift poured not light, but shadow-soaked radiance—the kind that burned the eyes and choked the lungs.
The mortals screamed, clutching their heads as whispers of divine wrath clawed into their minds. Those who once prayed to the gods fell to their knees, begging forgiveness. But no mercy came.
Instead, the punishments descended.
The Curses
The first punishment came as a rain of ash and flame. It did not ignite like fire, but clung like leprosy, eating into the skin of the weak and leaving black veins pulsing through their bodies.
The second came as phantoms of guilt—ghostly apparitions of loved ones, long dead, wailing in agony. They clawed at survivors, tearing into their hearts with visions of loss until madness bloomed.
The third came as the Blight, a crawling black moss that spread over stone and flesh alike, drinking warmth until both crumbled.
The city was collapsing under the weight of divine punishment.
The Dynasty's Response
Through the chaos, Snowball stood tall on a broken balcony, her white hair whipping in the storm. Her tail lashed behind her as her scarlet eyes flared.
「神々の呪い…子供じみた罰.」
("The gods' curses… childish punishments.")
She licked her lips, amused, as mortals crawled toward her, begging for protection.
At her side, Captain Kael drew his blade, its steel glowing with blood-red light from the bond he shared with her. He raised it high and declared:
"Your gods condemn you! We shall deliver you!"
The crowd wept—not from faith in gods, but in desperation to believe in something that still answered.
The Children's Hunger
Lucian stepped forward, flames wreathing his hands. He absorbed the falling ash into his fire, twisting the divine punishment into fuel for his power. His mortal maiden clung to his arm, terrified yet entranced, as his eyes glowed like molten suns.
"Father," he laughed, "their curses make me stronger."
Selene danced among the Blight, her dark aura devouring it. The knight at her side watched, horrified, as her teeth tore into the phantom of a screaming priest. His soul dissolved into her lips. She moaned softly, then whispered:
"Your gods feed me, Kael… and I am insatiable."
The Mortal Shift
The people watched in terror and awe. Where the gods punished, the Crimson Dynasty thrived.
For the first time, voices rose—not to the sky, but to the Dynasty itself:
"Protect us, Captain!"
"Save us, Lady Snowball!"
"Take us, Lucian! Feed on us, Selene! Just don't let the gods kill us!"
Their worship spread like fire across the ruined city.
The Gods' Fury
Above, the rift thundered with a voice that shook the world:
"They would kneel to demons over gods? Then let all Elarion burn!"
From the rift came a shape—a towering figure of divine abomination, neither flesh nor spirit, its body stitched from lightning, ash, and endless screaming faces. It was not a god in form, but the embodiment of wrath itself.
The Dynasty stood as one, gazing up at it.
Snowball smiled, crimson dripping from her lips.
「面白い夜になりそう…」
("This will be an amusing night…")
And so, the battle between the gods' punishments and the Dynasty's new dominion began.
Chapter 81 – Worship in Blood
(already written, but polished here)
The people of Elarion gathered beneath the ruins of their palace, no longer chanting the names of old gods but whispering:
"Snowball. Kael. Lucian. Selene."
Blood spilled into goblets. Maidens bared their throats willingly. Knights swore oaths of shadow. Families offered their children to grow in the Dynasty's presence.
Snowball stood above them, white hair glowing in torchlight, Kael's crimson blade resting at her side. Her lips curved in a smile.
「新しい時代だ.」
("A new age has begun.")
The Crimson Dynasty was not only feared—they were worshiped.
Chapter 82 – Chains of Desire
Devotion was not free.
Every oath sworn, every cut of blood, bound the mortals tighter. Maidens who gave their veins to Lucian never again desired another man. Men who offered shadow to Selene found themselves unable to walk in sunlight.
Even nobles, once proud, bent their knees. They feasted at Kael's table, drank crimson wine at Snowball's side, and laughed nervously while watching her tail curl around their sons.
And at night, the Dynasty drank. Not only blood, but love, lust, and devotion—until Elarion belonged entirely to them.
Chapter 83 – The First Betrayal
Yet among the people, not all were willing.
A priestess of the old gods, hidden in the ruins of a temple, raised a whisper of rebellion. She spread rumors: that the Dynasty fed on souls, that Snowball's kiss was poison, that Kael's blade was cursed.
She gathered soldiers in secret. They plotted to strike at the Dynasty while the city slept.
But Selene's shadows were everywhere. The priestess awoke in the night to find Selene at her bed, lips on her ear.
"Pray louder," Selene whispered, fangs brushing her throat. "The gods no longer hear you—but I do."
The rebellion ended in silence.
Chapter 84 – Feast of Crimson
Snowball ordered a festival.
The streets filled with torches, wine, and crimson banners. Musicians played, and dancers swayed in veils. But at the heart of the feast was not bread or music—it was blood.
Kael raised his goblet high, Snowball at his side, their children flanking them like gods in flesh.
The people drank willingly, their own blood mingled into wine. Couples kissed with crimson on their lips. And when Lucian's flames lit the sky and Selene's shadows painted the walls, the city roared with devotion.
The gods were forgotten.
Chapter 85 – Lovers in Shadow
While the people celebrated, passion ignited in secret.
Kael pressed Snowball against a broken wall, her claws curling into his skin. She drank deeply, whispering in Japanese, her words trembling with hunger.
「あなたなしでは生きられない.」
("I cannot live without you.")
Lucian burned with his maiden in his arms, their cries hidden behind firelight.
Selene chained her knight in shadows, his devotion spilling from his lips as she fed slowly, savoring every shiver.
The Dynasty grew stronger—not only in power, but in love twisted with bloodlust.
Chapter 86 – Whispers from the Rift
The sky trembled.
At first it was only a ripple, like a stone cast in still water. But those who still clung to the gods heard whispers at night.
"Your city is lost."
"Your worship is corruption."
"Your blood belongs to us."
Snowball stood on the balcony, Kael's arm around her, watching the rift flicker. Her lips curled into a smile.
「神々は怒っている.」
("The gods are angry.")
Kael kissed her temple. "Let them be."
But the gods were not silent. They were gathering.
Chapter 87 – Fire and Shadows
Lucian's flames grew wilder. He set parts of the city ablaze in his passion, yet the people did not curse him. They fell to their knees, begging to be consumed.
Selene's knight grew pale, his veins dark from her shadowed kiss. Still he swore his life to her, whispering that he would die with her fangs at his throat.
Snowball and Kael ruled above them all, their love fierce, their lust unquenchable. But in the corners of the city, whispers of unease stirred. Mortals wondered if they had traded one tyranny for another.
Chapter 88 – A Crack in the Dynasty
For the first time, Snowball faltered.
Her hunger grew uncontrollable. In the midst of a gathering, she sank her teeth into a maiden's throat too deeply. The girl screamed, blood spraying, and Snowball drank until she fell lifeless.
The people gasped—but instead of fleeing, they cheered.
"Take us, Snowball! Take us!"
Kael pulled her close, crimson dripping from her lips. "You're losing yourself."
She whispered, shaking.
「でもあなたがいる.」
("But I have you.")
Her love steadied her, but the hunger was not gone.
Chapter 89 – Prophecy of the Ashes
An old seer, blind and broken, crawled into the city square. She screamed before the Dynasty:
"Your reign will end in fire and blood. A champion will descend. One by one you will fall!"
Lucian laughed, flames dancing on his fingers. "Let them come."
Selene silenced the seer with her shadows, yet her words lingered. Even Snowball, watching the rift tremble above, wondered if it was true.
Chapter 90 – The Kiss of Death
Kael and Snowball lay together in the ruined palace. She straddled him, her fangs in his throat, drinking him almost to the brink. He moaned beneath her, both in pain and devotion.
"Take all of me," he whispered.
She pulled away, trembling, her lips red.
「あなたを殺したくない.」
("I don't want to kill you.")
He smiled, brushing her cheek. "If I die in your arms, then let it be."
Theirs was a love as deadly as it was eternal.
Chapter 91 – The Rift Widens
The sky tore open. This time, not whispers or ash, but light.
The gods' fury spilled forth in fire that did not burn and shadows that did not die. The people screamed, running to the Dynasty's palace, begging for protection.
Snowball stood at Kael's side, Lucian and Selene behind them, as the heavens roared.
The gods were sending something greater than curses.