> "They were born to sing. I was born to silence them."
— Nero Caelum, God-Eater
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Prelude to Death
The Bells of Uncreation rang across the city — not once, but seven times.
In the sky, a tear opened.
From it descended the Seraphim, the elite warriors of the Sky-Father, beings of pure wrath and divine flame. Each bore six wings, three faces, and voices that could crack stone. Their blades were forged from condensed faith, their eyes lit with holy judgment.
Twenty-four in number. Never before deployed within mortal cities.
Until now.
Their orders were clear:
> "Kill the Revenant. Burn the Vaults. Leave no unblessed flesh intact."
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Nero Waits
He stood in the mouth of the Organ Garden — his skin stitched from the scalps of priests, his eyes replaced with ember-pits, his right arm fused with the fleshblade still dripping life fluid.
Behind him, the vault pulsed.
It was breathing.
> "Let the angels come," Nero said, voice hollow. "I want to see if they bleed like their shepherds."
He raised his left hand.
The Eye of Judgment, embedded in his palm, flickered once — and the ceiling above him shattered.
The first Seraph descended in a beam of white light.
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The First Fall
Seraph Aleon.
Wings of gold. Voice of thunder. Wielded a blade made from crystallized hymns.
> "You are nothing," Aleon roared. "An echo. A wound in reality. Die nameless—"
He didn't finish.
Nero threw his own shadow like a javelin.
It pierced the Seraph's mouth.
Out the back of his skull.
The angel choked — not on blood, but on divinity being unmade.
Nero ripped him from the air, slammed him against the wall — and began carving.
> Not with tools.
> With his teeth.
He bit off the wings, gnawed the shoulder joint like a starving beast, tore free the larynx and laughed as golden blood sprayed into his face.
He ate the vocal cords.
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[CONSUMPTION COMPLETE]
> Seraph Aleon consumed.
New ability gained:
• Voice Thief: You may mimic the Seraph's voice to issue divine orders.
• Holy Bone Harvested: Weapon upgrade available.
• Wings of Judgment (Tier I): You may sprout flightless bone wings to glide briefly.
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The Seraphs Strike
Twenty-three remained.
They formed a ring of divine flame, speaking as one — a choir of rage.
> "UNHOLY. UNSHAPED. UNMADE."
"WE ARE WRATH."
"WE ARE THE STARS' BLADES."
They descended with synchronized speed — blades of soullight slicing the air.
Nero crouched low, arms twitching.
The Eye in his palm blinked.
And then he unleashed hell.
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The Battle
He opened his chest.
Literally.
The ribs folded outward, revealing the dual-pulse heart — it beat once for hatred, once for hunger.
Tendrils burst forth — barbed, black, oozing.
He grabbed the nearest Seraph by the leg, twisted, and used him as a whip to shatter two more.
He whispered a word in the tongue of Skareth — and five Seraphs froze midair, bleeding from every orifice.
> Their bodies didn't fall.
> Their souls did.
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A blade sliced through Nero's side. White-hot agony.
He turned — smiled — and vomited black blood onto the attacker.
The blood hissed, eating through sanctified armor.
> "What are you?" the Seraph gasped.
> "Your god's punishment," Nero said. "And your replacement."
He shoved his hand into the angel's mouth and pulled until the skull caved in.
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Fleshblade Awakens
As the blood soaked deeper into his arm, the fleshblade twitched.
It grew.
New spines erupted. Teeth chattered. The handle merged with his bones.
It now howled when swung — not in sound, but in memory, forcing enemies to hear the dying screams of those they'd failed.
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The Last Four
The final Seraphs hovered above, wings ablaze.
They began the Prayer of Ending, a forbidden chant that summons a fragment of a divine being to consume all within a radius — even themselves.
> "You'll die with us," they said. "We will erase you."
Nero closed his eyes.
Then he spoke with the stolen Seraph Voice:
> "CEASE."
They stopped.
Mid-word. Mid-flight.
Their wings folded.
Their blades fell.
> "How…?" one whimpered.
Nero rose into the air, tendrils coiling around him like a crown.
> "I am not god."
"I am what comes after god."
"You pray for deliverance. I bring digestion."
He opened his arms.
And the Vault responded.
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The Vault Devours
From behind him, the Organ Garden came alive.
Veins stretched from the walls. Flesh tendrils snapped forward. Tongues lashed out.
They grabbed the last Seraphs, pulled them inside screaming.
Alive.
The walls closed again with a sickening wet thump.
The Vault sighed.
Fed.
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Aftermath
The battlefield was a grave.
Limbs. Wings. Skulls split open and steaming. The smell of holy blood filled the air — sharper than iron, tinged with incense and fear.
Nero stood atop the corpses.
He opened his stitched mouth.
And for the first time since death…
He laughed.
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[MAJOR EVENT COMPLETE: SERAPH SLAUGHTER]
New Titles Gained:
> • Angelbreaker
• Voice of the Hollow Choir
• The Mouth of Unmaking
Upgrades Unlocked:
> • Weapon: Fleshblade of the Seraph Spine — Sentient. Bleeds when idle.
• Organ: Choir Lungs — Scream once every 24 hours to unleash a soul-shattering shockwave.
System Warning:
[Your presence has been detected by the Divine Pantheon.]
[They are watching.]
[They are afraid.]
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