God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 85: - 86: The Touch of Forgotten Fire(Mature Scene Included)
Chapter 85: Chapter 86: The Touch of Forgotten Fire(Mature Scene Included)
The Cradle pulsed with unstable light.
Darius stood still, his breath ragged, eyes bleeding motes of divinity and ash. The shattered shard still glowed faintly on the floor near the Twice-Killed Queen’s feet.
Something had broken.
Something deeper had awakened.
She approached him slowly, footsteps echoing through the raw dimension. Beneath her boots, the floor whispered names: lost allies, broken promises, murdered futures. Darius said nothing as she came closer.
"You remember me," she said softly.
His voice cracked like stone split by frost.
"I remember... grief."
The Queen reached out, her hand trembling. "And... love?"
His silence was answer enough.
But then he looked at her—not as a god or king, but as a man buried beneath millennia of ruin.
And when her hand touched his cheek, the Womb trembled.
Their lips met with quiet fury, as if the years had starved them of this touch.
His hands, once used to kill, now trembled as they found her waist, pulling her in. She moaned against his mouth, pain and longing mingling. Her armor fell away like melting illusions, exposing scarred flesh—real, human, beautiful.
He lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as his cloak billowed like smoke.
Behind them, the Heart of the Womb pulsed brighter, feeding off the divine emotion surging through them.
She kissed down his neck, her breath hot, her nails raking across his shoulders.
"Say it," she gasped.
He didn’t answer with words.
He answered with motion.
He entered her with the force of thunder veiled in reverence, every thrust shaking the chamber. She cried out, body arching, overwhelmed by pleasure and memories. The Cradle became a cathedral to their union—visions flaring across the void, stars collapsing in rhythm with their movement.
Her lips found his ear.
"You were never just a god," she whispered. "You were mine."
He growled, biting her shoulder as her climax struck—divine energy bursting from her form, washing over him like sacred flame. He followed seconds later, hips grinding deeper, as his release shattered something inside the Heart.
The Womb screamed.
And a ripple of truth echoed through the multiverse.
They collapsed together, panting, skin slick with heat and stardust.
Her fingers traced the scar over his heart.
"You still feel," she said.
"...I do," he whispered, eyes wide with pain. "And that may be what kills us all."
From above, Nyx felt the divine surge. Her eyes narrowed.
"He’s breaking."
And then her shadow shifted.
Someone else was watching.
A whisper. A laugh.
Kaela.
Balanced on a rift between flesh and dream.
Watching. Waiting.
"Time to test whether love is truly stronger than oblivion," she murmured.
In the Womb below, the Heart cracked again.
The Voice of the Devourer howled.
And the stars began to weep.
cosmic unraveling.
Their bodies lay entwined in the soft glow of the Womb’s fractured pulse, no longer gods, no longer rulers—just remnants of who they used to be.
Darius looked up at the cracked ceiling above, where streaks of glowing code and fetal stars drifted in amniotic silence. The Queen rested against his chest, one hand tracing the hollow brand at the center of his torso.
"Do you regret it?" she asked quietly.
He exhaled. "No... but I fear what it will cost."
She rose slowly, slipping her clothes back on—her body marked by more than scars now. Threads of his essence shimmered faintly across her skin, bonding not just flesh, but fate.
"You didn’t just give me your body," she said. "You gave me a piece of your truth. That was never part of the plan."
He stood too, his power curling in spirals of black and gold.
"There are no more plans. Only consequences."
Above them, the Heart began to hum—not with harmony, but warning.
A rift opened at the far end of the chamber. It wasn’t summoned.
It was born.
Kaela stepped through like a sin given shape.
Her hair bled darkness, her eyes glinted with fragmented starlight, and her steps warped reality. She wasn’t cloaked in shadow—she was the shadow between possibilities.
And she was smiling.
"Found you."
The Queen reached for her blade instinctively, but Darius raised a hand. "No."
Kaela tilted her head. "You smell like her now, Darius. Like memory. Like hesitation."
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he stared into her eyes—and saw not hate, but hunger. Not jealousy... but purpose.
"I came to remind you," Kaela said, her voice echoing through flesh and mind. "Of who you are. Of what you’re becoming. You gave her love."
She stepped closer.
"Now give me rage."
The Womb shuddered.
All three of them felt it.
A deep, thunderous heartbeat pulsed from the Heart of the Cradle.
And something ancient stirred.
The Queen backed away, her face pale.
Kaela’s smile widened.
Darius?
He simply closed his eyes.
And accepted what came next.
The Cradle pulsed with unstable light.
Darius stood still, his breath ragged, eyes bleeding motes of divinity and ash. The shattered shard still glowed faintly on the floor near the Twice-Killed Queen’s feet.
Something had broken.
Something deeper had awakened.
She approached him slowly, footsteps echoing through the raw dimension. Beneath her boots, the floor whispered names: lost allies, broken promises, murdered futures. Darius said nothing as she came closer.
"You remember me," she said softly.
His voice cracked like stone split by frost.
"I remember... grief."
The Queen reached out, her hand trembling. "And... love?"
His silence was answer enough.
But then he looked at her—not as a god or king, but as a man buried beneath millennia of ruin.
And when her hand touched his cheek, the Womb trembled.
Their lips met with quiet fury, as if the years had starved them of this touch.
His hands, once used to kill, now trembled as they found her waist, pulling her in. She moaned against his mouth, pain and longing mingling. Her armor fell away like melting illusions, exposing scarred flesh—real, human, beautiful.
He lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as his cloak billowed like smoke.
Behind them, the Heart of the Womb pulsed brighter, feeding off the divine emotion surging through them.
She kissed down his neck, her breath hot, her nails raking across his shoulders.
"Say it," she gasped.
He didn’t answer with words.
He answered with motion.
He entered her with the force of thunder veiled in reverence, every thrust shaking the chamber. She cried out, body arching, overwhelmed by pleasure and memories. The Cradle became a cathedral to their union—visions flaring across the void, stars collapsing in rhythm with their movement.
Her lips found his ear.
"You were never just a god," she whispered. "You were mine."
He growled, biting her shoulder as her climax struck—divine energy bursting from her form, washing over him like sacred flame. He followed seconds later, hips grinding deeper, as his release shattered something inside the Heart.
The Womb screamed.
And a ripple of truth echoed through the multiverse.
They collapsed together, panting, skin slick with heat and stardust.
Her fingers traced the scar over his heart.
"You still feel," she said.
"...I do," he whispered, eyes wide with pain. "And that may be what kills us all."
From above, Nyx felt the divine surge. Her eyes narrowed.
"He’s breaking."
And then her shadow shifted.
Someone else was watching.
A whisper. A laugh.
Kaela.
Balanced on a rift between flesh and dream.
Watching. Waiting.
"Time to test whether love is truly stronger than oblivion," she murmured.
In the Womb below, the Heart cracked again.
The Voice of the Devourer howled.
And the stars began to weep.
cosmic unraveling.
Their bodies lay entwined in the soft glow of the Womb’s fractured pulse, no longer gods, no longer rulers—just remnants of who they used to be.
Darius looked up at the cracked ceiling above, where streaks of glowing code and fetal stars drifted in amniotic silence. The Queen rested against his chest, one hand tracing the hollow brand at the center of his torso.
"Do you regret it?" she asked quietly.
He exhaled. "No... but I fear what it will cost."
She rose slowly, slipping her clothes back on—her body marked by more than scars now. Threads of his essence shimmered faintly across her skin, bonding not just flesh, but fate.
"You didn’t just give me your body," she said. "You gave me a piece of your truth. That was never part of the plan."
He stood too, his power curling in spirals of black and gold.
"There are no more plans. Only consequences."
Above them, the Heart began to hum—not with harmony, but warning.
A rift opened at the far end of the chamber. It wasn’t summoned.
It was born.
Kaela stepped through like a sin given shape.
Her hair bled darkness, her eyes glinted with fragmented starlight, and her steps warped reality. She wasn’t cloaked in shadow—she was the shadow between possibilities.
And she was smiling.
"Found you."
The Queen reached for her blade instinctively, but Darius raised a hand. "No."
Kaela tilted her head. "You smell like her now, Darius. Like memory. Like hesitation."
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he stared into her eyes—and saw not hate, but hunger. Not jealousy... but purpose.
"I came to remind you," Kaela said, her voice echoing through flesh and mind. "Of who you are. Of what you’re becoming. You gave her love."
She stepped closer.
"Now give me rage."
The Womb shuddered.
All three of them felt it.
A deep, thunderous heartbeat pulsed from the Heart of the Cradle.
And something ancient stirred.
The Queen backed away, her face pale.
Kaela’s smile widened.
Darius?
He simply closed his eyes.
And accepted what came next.
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