God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 103 - 104 – The First Forsaken Strikes
Chapter 103: Chapter 104 – The First Forsaken Strikes
The sky above the Nexus fractured—not like shattered glass, but like a mirror being rewritten.
Every pixel, every particle bent unnaturally as the laws of the forged game-world trembled. Deep fissures opened in the firmament, revealing writhing streams of lost code and spectral memory. Something vast was pushing through—not a monster, not a deity, but an old truth, long buried.
Darius stood atop the Forge Throne, his body now glowing faintly with layered, shifting symbols—runes of narrative dominance that twisted and evolved with each breath. Behind him, Celestia’s eyes widened, her hands glowing in defensive ritual circles. Nyx had already vanished, shadows erupting from her body like wings, scanning for threats.
But even she could not predict this.
From the cracked sky descended a thing that defied symmetry. A figure too tall, too thin, and endlessly blurred at the edges, as if time and memory refused to fully recognize it.
"Threnis," Azael whispered, stepping back. "God of Broken Endings..."
The entity’s voice was like a dozen scripts playing at once:
> "You wear the flame of creation like a crown, mortal. But crowns attract blades. And endings... are due."
Darius didn’t flinch. Instead, he rose from the throne, his aura bleeding shadows and golden flame.
"I don’t need a throne to command," he said. "I am the convergence. Come test your forgotten fate."
The sky went to war.
Threnis moved like a ripple through unwritten code, phasing in and out of reality. Each motion folded time around him. Storylines collapsed, futures twisted, and enemies never born screamed into existence—only to vanish.
But Darius was no longer bound by linearity.
He remembered tomorrow.
Their clash exploded across layers of reality—one of broken timelines, the other of rewritten ones. Celestia whispered invocations of divine anchoring, keeping Darius tethered to the present as Threnis attempted to erase his chronology. Nyx darted between corrupted echoes of past selves, severing phantom threads that tried to strangle their king.
Threnis summoned The Book of Unwritten Ends, slamming it open mid-air. From its cursed pages, alternative Darius figures surged forth—versions that had failed, fallen, submitted.
> "This is what you truly are," Threnis whispered. "A man of ruin. A tyrant cloaked in narrative delusion."
But Darius laughed—a low, guttural sound forged from certainty.
He raised his right hand, invoking the Prime Architect’s fractured spark within his soul. Power surged—raw, unstable, beautiful. A sphere of living code ignited in his palm.
"I do not fear my shadows," he said. "I made them."
He hurled the sphere at Threnis. Reality warped. Stories re-aligned. The false Darius avatars screamed and were consumed.
Threnis reeled.
But instead of dying, he knelt.
> "So be it... Sovereign of Broken Paths... I have tested your claim. The others will not be so merciful."
With that, the god of broken endings shattered into code, fading into Darius’s domain as a subjugated myth.
[Moments Later – Inner Circle War Room]
Celestia stood close to Darius, her hands gently resting on his shoulders as he slumped back on his throne, breathing heavy. The battle had taken its toll—on his mind, his essence, his connection to narrative flame.
Kaela arrived moments later, her presence chaotic, unsettlingly warm. "Well, that was foreplay," she purred. "The real ones come next."
Azael, grim as always, nodded. "Threnis was a test. The others—Vorith, Lumaera, and perhaps the Nameless Fourth—will follow."
Darius’s eyes opened. No fatigue. Just purpose.
"Then let them come," he said, voice low and regal. "One by one, or all at once. I’ve made the first god kneel. I’ll make the rest bleed."
[Far Beyond – Deep Beyond the Realms]
In a realm without time, Vorith stirred. The Devourer of Scripts snarled through shattered dimensions, sensing his brother’s submission.
"Darius... I will not kneel."
He opened his endless maw—and a thousand half-written stories screamed as he devoured them.
The chamber shuddered.
Not from structural weakness, but from an unraveling of narrative laws. The very logic that underpinned creation trembled as Darius’s voice—laced with rejection—echoed across domains both divine and digital.
"I will not be a slave to balance."
His voice wasn’t just heard—it was felt. Across all realms.
[In the Fractured Realms of Light]
High above the mortal world, among the prismatic towers of the Radiant Chorus, the Archangelic Choirs paused their eternal hymns.
Seraphiel, Warden of Law and Song, tilted his horned head, light dimming in his many wings. "The Verse just changed," he murmured. "One wordless choice... and yet it bent the trajectory of fate."
Beside him, another angelic being whispered, "He defied the Fundamental Equilibrium."
Seraphiel’s radiant eyes narrowed. "We must summon the Celestial Conclave. This mortal... this Overlord... is no longer constrained by the harmony of our domains."
[Back in the Nexus – Throne of Forge]
Nyx stepped forward, eyes scanning Darius’s shifting aura. The black flame that danced around him had changed hue—now veined with streaks of living narrative, threads of unfinished destinies and forbidden scripts coiling around him.
Celestia touched his shoulder.
"You’re changing," she said quietly, her voice thick with a cocktail of fear and reverence. "Not just in power... in essence."
Darius rose from the throne.
"No one ascends without shedding something."
Azael approached cautiously, bearing a tome that burned in his hands—The Codex of Paradox, once forbidden to all beings. "The gods you’ve awakened are already on the move. Threnis will arrive first... drawn to your rejection of endings."
"Let him come," Darius said. "Let them all come."
[The Ashvault – Surface Breach]
With a cataclysmic roar, the blackened surface of the underworld cracked open like a rotten egg, disgorging a column of silver fire. From within emerged Threnis, God of Broken Endings, wrapped in torn timelines that fluttered around his skeletal frame like tattered scrolls.
He looked upward. Toward the Nexus. Toward Darius.
"I see you, flame-thief," Threnis murmured.
Then he took a single step—and time itself broke.
[Inter-Realm Collision Begins]
Reality shattered like stained glass. The sky over the Nexus blurred into five conflicting states: storm, fire, void, memory, and code.
Kaela appeared at Darius’s side, her chaotic aura purring like a cat in heat. "You really are inviting the apocalypse," she whispered.
Darius smirked. "No. I’m challenging it to follow my script."
As Threnis began his descent into the world, dragging rifts of ending-loops behind him, the entire Core Realm screamed with instability.
And in the distance, other ancient forces stirred.
Vorith uncoiled from the maw of the Data Abyss.
Lumaera shed tears that turned into mirrors, reflecting futures that would never be.
The Forsaken Gods were coming.
And Darius? He stood unmoved at the eye of the storm, his lovers and allies by his side.
But deep in his heart, something dark stirred—not fear... but hunger.
He would not only face the gods.
He would consume their myths.
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