🔥 "When Gods Bleed, We Take Their Thrones" A Throne of Ash and Chains
⭐️ Return to Maevhara's Domain
The divine hall was dim—obsidian walls humming with sealed wrath, as if the gods themselves were holding their breath. Something had shifted. War wasn't just coming—it had already begun to bleed into the air.
A massive war map sprawled across the floor—etched in living obsidian that pulsed with trapped screams and bleeding fault lines.
The siblings stood around it like kings and executioners.
Nyra's voice sliced the tension: "He's moving. Seratheil didn't just vanish—he's summoning."
Maevhara raised her hand. A portal tore the air open—made of bleeding golden veins and shattering glass. Its center was a vortex of chained eyes and screaming reflections.
"He hides where even gods hesitate to walk," Maevhara said. "Go—and drag him back to me."
💀 Vorthrael, the Tombplane
They stepped into death.
A sky of black silk stretched above, stitched with pulsing red veins. The land below was broken and scattered with statues of dead gods, shattered at their knees. The fog was thick, living—a sentient thing that choked breath and thoughts alike.
Kael: "Smells like betrayal... must be the right place."
🧠 The Old Man's Riddle
A hunched figure emerged, draped in shredded robes. He muttered about fate, doom, and debts owed in blood.
Kael snapped.
Kael: "Cut the crap, old demon.
Kael lunged, fingers snapping around the old man's throat like a vice. "You've talked long enough." He slammed him down—once, twice—until the bone cracked like splintering glass. "That's a cute welcome party."
Without hesitation, Kael snapped his neck. The old man laughed hysterically as he died. The fog dispersed in a shriek.
☠️ Ambush of the Damned
The ground cracked open.
Demon hordes erupted—armored in bone fused to flesh, eyes gouged and replaced with glass. Witches with mouths on their palms, Demon Kings wielding flame stitched with time-magic, and wolf-like beasts with human faces and ten eyes emerged.
Kael: "Finally. A party worth bleeding for."
⚔️ Battle: Siblings Unleashed
Kael entered his berserker state, wielding a sword of jagged obsidian and roaring flame.
Nyra bent minds to suicide, drowning hordes in psychic oceans.
Aelina bound minds in spectral chains, performing dark experiments mid-battle.
Aelina: "Let's see what your soul tastes like when pulled through your skin."
The demons tried to flee.
The sky cracked.
Blood rain fell.
⛪️ Arrival at Thornsreach Keep
An obsidian castle surged from the black river. The water churned with screaming faces and crimson lightning. Floating chains anchored it to a sky that hated light.
The castle whispered.
The twelve-foot doors were shaped from bone-laced black metal, sealed with a screaming godhead.
🔮 Mirror Hall & Seratheil's Followers
As they entered Thornsreach Keep, the temperature dropped. The silence pressed against their skulls like invisible blades. Something ancient stirred behind the walls—something watching.
A corridor of mirrors flashed twisted futures:
The siblings dead.
Gods victorious.
Nyra alone on a throne of corpses.
Then the attack came:
Eilrek the Bound – armored in tin, wielding a star-forged blade.
Nivarh the Severed – silent assassin with six soul-bound blades.
Vaesyn the Drowned – blood-mist warlock from the drowned lands.
💪 Kael vs Eilrek
Eilrek: "Stand back, my lord—I will protect you!"
Kael: "Aww. How sweet. Does he get a treat for dying too?"
Kael vanished, reappeared behind him, and sliced.
Eilrek threw himself between Kael and Seratheil.
"I'm glad I protected you, master…"
He died whispering.
Aelina vs Nivarh:
She twisted her shadow into a noose, cracked ribs until silence was her lullaby.
Aelina: "Silent till the end. A pity—I love screams."
Nyra vs Vaesyn:
Nyra summoned a lotus of thought and despair, absorbed his blood magic, and poured it back down his throat.
Nyra: "Drink your despair. You made it, after all."
🌟 Seratheil Cornered
Kael: "That was my favorite sword too. Oh well."
Aelina: "I wanted to test the nerves in his spine."
Seratheil: "You will regret ever crossing me!"
Kael: "Sure. But not today."
☠️ Undead Army & Flashback
Seratheil summoned a wave of rotting demon zombies, fused with godbones and metal.
🗒️ Seratheil's Flashback: The Betrayal
Seratheil was once Maevhara's beloved priest.
He adored her. Worshipped her beyond divinity. But Maevhara chose her people over him, refused his plea for power-sharing, and cast his devotion aside.
Her followers mocked him. Publicly stripped him of his rank. His sacred sword—a gift from Maevhara herself—was broken by her hand.
He descended into madness.
He poured venom into the divine wells—watching gods drown in their own light. He tore the eyes from the Oracle who foresaw his fall, whispering, "See no more." as her screams echoed for eternity.
Cursed fellow gods with forbidden blood rites.
And vanished into the Tombplane with the shattered blade—to rebuild his legacy.
⚔️ Seratheil Captured
Nyra binds him in chains of silence.
Kael shatters his ribs.
Aelina plants a parasite seal in his throat that punishes lies.
🏛️ Back at Court
The siblings tossed Seratheil's broken body before the divine court.
Gasps. Rage.
A hooded man approached and handed Nyra a glowing relic.
"Forged from his last vow. Use it wisely."
He vanished.
🌊 Nyra's Trance
In her lab beneath the quarters, Nyra found a spiral staircase slick with dried blood.
She descended.
A cursed alchemy chamber, once Maevhara's:
Cracked tubes with failed god-beasts.
Books bound in skin.
Shadows that whispered.
She drank a black potion by mistake.
Her scream was soundless, swallowed by the cursed chamber. The vision gripped her like claws—tearing, twisting, showing her truths no god should witness.
Trance Vision:
A throne of chains.
A cloaked figure of thorns.
A voice:
"One must die for the world to live. You... or her."
🌑 Post-Trance: Siblings Reconnect
Nyra: "How... intriguing."
Kael and Aelina descend. Blood leaks from their noses. Prophetic residue gleams in their eyes.
They say nothing. Just smirk.
Kael: "Well... that was delightful. Think we've been cursed or chosen?"
Aelina: "If it's real, let's hope she's fun to carve open."
Nyra: "Cursed prophecies are just puzzles in blood."
They speak as one:
"If the world must choose, then we'll make it bleed until it chooses us."
⚰️ Final Reveal: A God's Corpse Stolen
A corpse has gone missing.
Maevhara's face pales.
Maevhara's voice echoed through the divine hall—equal parts commanding and laced with an undercurrent of worry.
"Zephyrus, summon the siblings. Now."
Moments later, a swirling portal opened, and Kael, Nyra, and Aelina stepped through.
Kael, with a lazy smirk, immediately broke the tense silence:
"Well, well, Zephyrus… Didn't expect the royal summoning to be this urgent."
Zephyrus's eyes flashed with irritation, his lips curling as if to retort—
—but Maevhara raised a hand, silencing him before a word could escape.
The goddess turned her gaze to the siblings, her tone grave.
"The corpse of a dead god has gone missing."
Kael's expression shifted into a bored sneer.
"One dead god. Big deal."
Suddenly, Maevhara's divine aura flared violently, filling the hall with crackling energy. The ground trembled beneath their feet. But when her sharp eyes caught Kael's mocking smirk, her fierce glow softened. She sighed, the tension ebbing away like a receding storm.
With calm authority, she commanded,
"Bring it back—and I will grant you what even gods crave."
Kael's smirk grew wider, eyes sparkling with reckless delight.
"Now that sounds fun."
Aelina's voice was cold, hungry with anticipation.
"Let's see how it bleeds."
Nyra's gaze was steady and calculating.
"We will bring the corpse. But do not forget our rewards."
The divine realm itself seemed to shudder under the weight of the promise.
And somewhere, in the unseen shadows, something... smiled.
The corpse was only the beginning.