Chapter 37: The Deicide and the Throne of Oblivion
The sky was torn between light and shadow.
On one side floated Solarius, God of Order, wrapped in celestial fire that burned with the fury of a thousand suns. His obsidian greatsword crackling with divine judgment, each spark capable of erasing mortal souls from existence. Wings of pure light stretched behind him, casting shadows that fell upward, defying the very laws of physics. On the other side, stepping calmly from the blood-rift that had torn reality like wet paper, was Dark Luxius—Lucien’s true reflection—clad in a black mantle lined with silver bone, a cruel crown of thorns hovering above his head like a halo of suffering.
And between them stood Lucien, chest heaving, blood dripping from his fingers like crimson rain, eyes glowing like eclipsed suns. The ground beneath his feet cracked and bled, unable to contain the power radiating from his transformed form.
"Two kings..." Lilith whispered from the broken hilltop, her voice barely audible above the roar of conflicting energies. "One born, one broken."
The air itself seemed to scream as the three powers faced each other, reality bending around them like heated glass.
Solarius raised his voice, thunder shaking the land and causing avalanches on distant mountains.
"LUXIUS PRIME. YOU DEFY HEAVEN’S ORDER. BY DIVINE DECREE, I SHALL ERASE YOU FROM ALL EXISTENCE."
Dark Luxius laughed softly, the sound like whispers in a graveyard. "Still speaking in capitals, Solarius? So dramatic. Death hasn’t made you any less theatrical."
Lucien glanced at his counterpart, seeing his own face reflected in those cruel, knowing eyes. "You’re real now."
The other him tilted his head, crown of thorns shifting like a living thing. "I always was. You just weren’t strong enough to see me. To accept what we truly are."
> [System Notification: Dual Entity Recognized]
> Bloodbound Host split: Sovereign Vessel (Lucien) and Shadow Core (Luxius Prime).