Inside the Human Kingdom — Veyros, lies
The Dukedom of "Godsbanes"
The estate of the Godsbanes was not merely a manor....
It was an entire world stitched together by brilliance and power.
A sprawling dominion where levitating bastions towered above the clouds, crystal pathways curved through the air like dancing constellations,
and where ancient arcane formations intertwined with futuristic steel.
The Mechanical guardians shaped like obsidian ravens soared above it's sky, their wings leaving embers of crimson light behind them mid flight.
And at the center of this marvel lay a beautiful garden that defied any imagination.
A meadow where silvergrass swayed beneath the sun's kiss, bioluminescent blossoms glowed with gentle pulses of color,
and streams of crystalline water flowed upward, weaving through floating lotuses like liquid stars.
This place was serene—
a pocket of peace in a world sharpened by blades, wars, dead Gods and ambition.
And within this sanctuary—
Four young children were playing... filling the air with their laughter and innocence.
Two of them were twins:
A boy and a girl, each with deep blue hair and bright red eyes,
their steps light and fearless as they chased after a big mountain like man.
Behind them ran another boy—
Black hair tousled by the wind,
red eyes sharp and determined,
trying his best to catch the Titan running ahead.
And further back, giggling as he stumbled after them,
was the youngest of the children—
A child with silver-white hair like moonlit silk,
and innocent crimson eyes sparkling with pure joy.
Their voices chimed through the estate like a family choir—
warm, alive, unscarred by fate.
Floating above this garden stood a Crystalline Royal Pavilion,
its platform suspended mid-air by spiraling runic energy, designed by best of the rune masters in the country.
Upon its shimmering seats lounged a man whose name alone commanded loyalty across the realm.
"Duke Azrael Godsbane", one of the strongest Peak Overlord ranked human and the Lord of Godsbane Dominion.
"TheRed-Eyed Reaper of Veyros"
His jet-black hair cascaded neatly behind him,
and his crimson eyes—usually fierce enough to quell armies—
Was now glowing with fatherly pride.
On either side of him sat his wives:
One with flowing sapphire-blue hair and soft silver eyes... radiating gentleness.
The other with sleek midnight-black hair and fierce golden eyes.... a beauty forged like a blade.
All three were watching the children with warmth and smile... When suddenly they heard a sound...
" THUD!! "
The towering man collapsed dramatically to the grass as if struck by an invisible meteor.
He was enormous—
Muscles carved like iron walls, a beard thick and wild, streaked with battle grey.
Arms full of scar that sang of victories won at the edge of life and death.
He was a legend in flesh in Human Empire of Veyror
Ragnar Godsbane — " The War Titan "
The Second Strongest Human after the Emperor of Veyros and
Father of the Duke Azrael.
He was now lying face-down... beneath the triumphant cheers of the 4 naughty children.
The Blue twins pinned his arms whereas the black-haired boy stood proudly atop his head and youngest of them was bouncing on his stomach like it was a trampoline.
Ragnar groaned dramatically:
"Arrgh! The little monsters have slain the mighty Titan!"
The youngest giggled,
his tiny fists patting the giant's chest:
" boom!.... fall down you evil Titan... fall!"
Watching the scene unfolding below..... Azrael couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed out aloud.
"Oh Father…! The empire trembles before you, yet you were defeated by 4 toddlers!... Haha haha ha"
Ragnar peeked from one eye and said while standing up while silver boy stuck on his one arm.
"Tch! These little devils attacked my weak points.
And This little silver demon.... He... He even bit me!"
The 3 children standing below struck victory poses and said —
"We are the heroes!"
" and now we have defeated the Titan who stole our chocolates"
The silver boy joined in and said
"Grandpa no match For us!....now give our chocolates back!!"
Ragnar limped dramatically, defeated in their play.... and happy to be so.
Azrael leaned back, eyes softening to a glow of quiet gratitude and murmured quietly
"If only these moments could remain untouched…"
He knew not everything was as bright as here but this world was dark.... Looming with dungeons, towers and wars.
And soon when his would grow up and face this dark world. He was worried afterall he was their father.
But he knew they will grow strong.... Even stronger than him and their grandfather.
He quietly stood up with his wife and walked back to his duties as a Duke.
A gentle breeze rolled across the garden,
carrying laughter like chimes of paradise.
In this fleeting peace,
hope felt eternal—
and fate, distant.
But as the saying goes....
" Even the brightest gardens
have shadows waiting to grow. "