The skies above Vernith still trembled with Ashura's decree when his expression shifted—
just slightly.
A quiet ripple ran through the void around him.
Armageddon felt it immediately.
A resonance unlike any other.
Ashura raised his head.
His voice lowered to a whisper only beings of his magnitude could hear:
"…They're here."
Armageddon blinked. "Your children—?"
Ashura nodded once, eyes softening in a way the cosmos had never seen from him.
"My twins were just born."
The Eternal One turned to Armageddon, his voice steady but layered with silent urgency.
"Handle the other planets of Balhala.
And then… handle the outer god realms."
Armageddon bowed deeply.
"As you command, my Eternal Sovereign."
A pulse of Black Light folded space around Ashura, his power sheathing itself instantly.
He reduced his aura to microscopic levels—because the full truth was simple:
If he arrived on Earth unrestrained… the planet would fracture on instinct.
He vanished in a single step.
Ashura materialized in the quiet, moonlit room of the estate he'd placed Lysera in nine months ago.
The moment he appeared, the soft cry of two newborns filled the air.
Lysera lay in bed, exhausted, eyes half-opened—and then she saw him.
Her lips curved into the gentlest smile she'd ever made.
"I knew you'd come…" she whispered weakly, breath trembling.
Ashura moved to her side, brushing a stray silver strand from her cheek.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You did a good job," he murmured.
"Rest now… I'm here."
His hand hovered above her chest, and Black Light flowed softly—not destructive, but healing.
Warm, calming.
A divine lullaby.
Lysera sighed as the exhaustion washed away, sleep claiming her in seconds.
Ashura turned toward the home nurse who held the twins.
She froze—not in fear, but awe.
Ashura took the children carefully, as though they were the most fragile, sacred stars ever born.
He stepped to the tall window.
Moonlight washed over him as he looked down at them.
Two small lives.
Two lights born of eternity and mortal warmth.
A boy with snow-white hair.
Eyes crimson like his father—glowing faintly with latent divinity.
Ashura's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Luciferus Deynar Bellet…"
The name resonated with cosmic authority.
"My son."
A girl with bright silver hair.
One eye crimson.
One blue—Lysera's exact shade.
A perfect balance of the Eternal One and the woman he cherished.
Ashura smiled softly.
"Serenity Deynar Bellet."
He cradled her closer.
"My daughter."
The twins stirred gently, sensing him, their tiny hands curling around the threads of power that naturally radiated from their father.
Ashura stood there for hours—silent, still, protective.
As if nothing in creation could ever move him from that window.
Lysera awoke slowly, blinking at the soft sunlight pouring into the room.
Then she saw him—
Ashura, standing with both children in his arms, the light outlining him like a portrait of eternity holding two new stars.
Her voice cracked with emotion:
"Ashura… what did you name them?"
He turned to her, expression softer than the sky.
"Luciferus Deynar Bellet."
He shifted the little girl gently.
"And Serenity Deynar Bellet."
Lysera let out a breath—relief, joy, love all mixing at once.
"Beautiful…" she whispered.
Ashura smiled at her.
"Get dressed. We're going home."
They arrived at Ashura's home—the one he rarely visited but always protected from afar.
Inside, his mother Arlena and his younger sister Gina were moving around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
Arlena turned at the sound of footsteps.
She froze.
Her eyes widened.
"A-Ashura…?"
He stepped forward, carrying the twins.
Arlena's hands flew to her mouth as emotion overwhelmed her.
Then she rushed toward him and wrapped her arms around him, tears falling instantly.
"My son… you're home…"