God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 94: - 95: The Revenant King ReturnsDivinity Unbound
Chapter 94: Chapter 95: The Revenant King ReturnsDivinity Unbound
Ashes of the Forgotten
The Codexless Dominion shivered.
A storm, not born of weather but of memory, tore through the spiraling skies above Duskreach. Clouds bled static. Lightning danced like serpents in reverse motion, crackling from the ground up. And in the center of the storm... a scar opened.
Not a portal. Not a rift.
A scar—raw, aching, dripping echoes of the past like venom.
From it emerged the first footstep.
Armored in grave-iron. Cloaked in blooded banners of ancient betrayal. The Revenant King returned.
He stood tall, twisted, regal in a way that mocked life. A once-proud hero twisted by death, data corruption, and vengeance. His eyes—sockets burning with the Prime Coder’s forbidden shard—glowed with impossible clarity.
Behind him marched the Ashborn Host—millions of corrupted soldiers, monsters once erased from the Codex now rewritten in suffering.
And at his side...
A child.
No more than ten. Silent. Featureless. Clutching a cracked locket.
> "[ERROR: Entity Undefined – Codexless Fragment Detected]"
The child smiled without lips.
The Revenant placed a hand on its head.
"Come," he whispered. "Let us unmake a god."
Duskreach Throne Hall
Darius felt it before the alarms sounded. Before Kaela snarled. Before Nyx even emerged from shadow.
It hit him like a memory that shouldn’t exist.
"Varek," he muttered.
Celestia rose from her divan, her skin still glowing faintly with afterglow and holy code.
"He’s here?"
Darius nodded. "No. He never left. His echo survived within the broken laws."
Kaela’s eyes sparked with chaotic flame. "And now he’s fused with the shard of the Prime Coder. Not just a traitor... a vessel."
Nyx’s voice was low and dark. "Shall I kill him?"
"No," Darius said, rising from the throne of nulllight. His aura surged outward, black and violet flames licking the edges of the hall. "I’ll do it myself."
Divine Convergence – Outer Bastion of Duskreach
Bells tolled across the twilight city. Not out of fear—but resolve.
Citizens did not cower. They watched.
They had seen what their King could do. What he was. The Codex was dead, and yet the world still stood. That alone made them believers.
On the highest balcony, Darius faced the Revenant King across the void.
Neither moved.
Words were not needed.
The child walked forward and smiled—and from its shadow emerged thousands of flickering horrors. Each one a ghost of a decision Darius had once made. Every soul he had failed. Every command he had given that led to death.
Kaela hissed.
Celestia drew her divine blade—etched with Darius’s name.
Darius extended one hand.
> [NEW DECREE: THE GODKING’S COMMAND]
Unmake memory.
Erase guilt.
Bind betrayal to obedience.
The skies obeyed.
The ghosts screamed and vanished—rewritten into servitude.
And yet the Revenant King laughed.
"You think rewriting pain means you’ve overcome it?" he roared. "You haven’t conquered the Codex, Darius—you’ve just made a new prison."
He stepped forward, drawing the sword once gifted by Darius when they were allies.
> [Name: Oathbreaker’s Edge – Bound to Varek]
[Type: Anti-Conceptual Blade]
[Function: Severs Divine Ties]
Darius’s eyes narrowed.
"Then come," he said coldly. "Sever me."
The Battle of Sovereigns Begins
The world cracked.
No system registered their power. No level bar. No stats. Just will against will.
Varek—The Revenant King—charged first.
Darius met him.
Their blades collided in a soundless explosion—reality folded inward.
Varek struck with wrath born of betrayal. Each swing carved holes in time. His edge screamed with the agony of forgotten codes.
Darius countered with pure command. His strikes weren’t physical—they were rewrites. Each motion redefined the laws around them.
They fought in the air, in the depths, in collapsing dreamscapes.
Celestia battled the Ashborn priests. Her aura sang with divine retribution.
Kaela danced through fire and untime, corrupting code-beasts with sensual chaos, turning enemies into lovers and then into void-bonded puppets.
Nyx assassinated lieutenants mid-thought. Each kill was a silenced truth.
But still—Varek pressed on.
He struck Darius’s chest.
And the blade—Oathbreaker’s Edge—bit deep.
Blood—real, not coded—spilled.
The throne city shuddered.
Celestia screamed his name.
But Darius didn’t fall.
He caught the blade in his palm, forced it backward—and whispered:
> "I forgave you once. This time, I unmake you."
His third eye opened—burning with the Law of Origin Unbound.
He placed his hand on Varek’s chest.
> [COMMAND: REMOVE IDENTITY]
> [WARNING: Unknown Codex Fusion Detected – Consequences Unknown]
[Override?]
> YES.
Reality blinked.
The Revenant King ceased to exist.
Not died. Not destroyed.
Unwritten.
The child, watching from afar, began to cry.
And from its tear... a seed fell.
A seed of the Prime Coder’s Final Protocol.
Aftermath: The Throne’s Price
Darius stood atop the wreckage. Bloodied. Triumphant. Alone.
The citizens bowed.
His lovers watched with awe and terror.
Celestia moved to hold him, but paused.
Because something was wrong.
His eyes...
They didn’t blink anymore.
Kaela whispered, "He’s becoming something else."
Nyx nodded. "Not just a god. A concept."
Celestia stepped closer, pressed her forehead to his.
"Don’t lose your soul, Darius. Not to the Codex. Not to power. Not even to victory."
He didn’t answer.
But in the silence... she felt him squeeze her hand.
Whispers Beneath the Throne
The night deepened—not in darkness, but in silence.
After the Revenant King was erased, a vacuum remained. Not just where he had stood—but in the laws themselves. Like a missing equation in a fragile algorithm, reality trembled under the absence of a once-written soul.
Darius stood still.
He bled—but did not falter.
He breathed—but not regularly.
Celestia clutched him tightly from behind, burying her face into his back. "You didn’t flinch. Even when the blade sank in. You didn’t scream..."
His voice was a hollow echo. "I didn’t feel it."
She froze.
Kaela appeared beside them, her body flickering between shadow and flame. "Because he’s not anchored to pain anymore. Not like us. The Law of Origin has begun consuming the emotional scaffolding."
"He’s still him," Nyx said sharply, stepping from the shadow with blades slick in enemy blood. "But the Codex is no longer his prison. That doesn’t mean his humanity survived the escape."
Darius turned.
His third eye—still glowing—closed at last. But the space behind it remained cracked, a line of ever-shifting code flickering across his brow.
"I’m still me," he said. "But me... is no longer constant."
He stepped forward, and every living being in a thousand-mile radius felt it. Not pressure. Not fear.
A new truth.
That Darius was now a Variable—no longer bound by cause and effect.
The Child Fragment
Far below, beneath the shattered plaza where the Revenant King had died, the child sat alone.
It no longer cried.
It no longer needed to.
For the tear it shed had taken root—and the Seed of the Final Protocol pulsed with quiet rhythm.
It spoke in thoughts.
> "He erased you. But I remember. And so you exist."
From the fractured concrete, hands emerged.
Gloved. Rusted. Familiar.
The shell of Varek began to regrow—not from flesh, but from narrative memory.
> [PROCESSING... PRIME RESTRUCTURE INITIATED]
[WARNING: Sovereign Override Detected]
[Attempting Backdoor Reconstruction...]
The child smiled.
It was not a child anymore.
Its form shifted—bones cracking, height changing, gender flickering.
Now a teen. Now an old man. Now a godling.
> "I am Echo. The remnant of the Coder’s voice. The story that refuses to end."
And with that, Echo began to walk.
Toward Duskreach.
Darius’s Throne Room – The Fractured Sovereign
Celestia knelt beside the throne, her fingers trembling over the wound in Darius’s chest. The flesh had already sealed—but not with skin.
It had sealed with code. Pure, glowing script in a dialect even she couldn’t read.
"You didn’t heal," she whispered. "You rewrote your body."
Kaela frowned. "That’s not immortality. That’s... detachment."
Darius looked at her.
And for a second—just a flicker—he looked afraid.
"I felt nothing, Kaela," he said. "Not victory. Not regret. Not even you."
He turned to Celestia.
"Even you felt like memory. Like a page I’ve read too many times."
Celestia’s face crumpled, but she forced herself to remain steady. "Then we’ll become unreadable. We’ll evolve with you."
Nyx added, "We’ll haunt you if we must."
His lips curved slightly. Not a smile. But the hint of recognition.
A trace of the man within the god.
"I’ll anchor myself to you," he said, voice low. "If I’m to ascend further, you’ll be the weights I choose to carry."
The three women nodded.
And together, they began the next ritual.
Divine Synchronization: Forbidden Ritual of the Sovereign Harem
The throne room darkened.
Candles of bone-light flickered. The banners of war rolled up. Incense burned with sigils of no known pantheon.
Darius stood in the center—shirtless, scarred, cracked with divine power.
Celestia, Nyx, and Kaela encircled him—each in ceremonial markings that revealed more than they covered.
Not for lust.
But for binding.
> "By blood, by pleasure, by pain, we become threads to the Sovereign’s weave."
They touched him.
Not tenderly—but with intent.
Kaela’s kiss burned chaos into his soul.
Nyx’s caress sliced through divine arrogance.
Celestia’s embrace poured holy grief into his veins.
And Darius...
He welcomed it.
Each sensation rewrote part of his fragmented divinity.
And when he reached climax—when power surged through his body—it wasn’t explosive.
It was binding.
He opened his eyes—and the world stilled.
> [TRINITY ANCHOR COMPLETE]
[DARIUS: STILL HUMAN]
For now.
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