Abyss holds up a tiny glass vial.
Inside it swirls a dark soul—dense, powerful, ancient as a God.
"This is my brother," she says softly.
"If he ever escapes fully, he will wipe this planet from existence."
Blood Reaper's fingers twitch.
Abyss leans in.
"You can trade the Shadow inside Keuirseu for him."
Blood Reaper's gaze sharpens.
"But," Abyss continues, smiling wickedly,
"your boy will have to fight him for dominance.
He will try to take over.
He will not go quietly."
Blood Reaper's eyes glow—purple, sharp, dangerous.
"…Good."
Abyss smiles wider.
"Then the real war begins."
Blood Reaper emerges from the tunnel first, Destiny trailing behind her like soft sunlight after a storm. Dirt and ash cling to Destiny's white dress, but she still manages a gentle smile, folding her hands politely.
Destiny: "Hello… I'm Destiny. It's very nice to meet all of you."
The moment Keuirseu sees her, something in him snaps.
His pupils blow wide. His breath catches. The beast inside him—Shadow—surges so hard his spine cracks audibly. He tries to stand straight, tries to behave, tries to hide that he's literally falling apart from the inside.
But Destiny only tilts her head, sweet and oblivious.
Blood Reaper's eyes narrow. She can feel Shadow stirring in Keuirseu, trembling like a caged monster sensing what she's about to do.
Slowly, she pulls the vial from her pocket—Abyss's gift, the dark soul sealed inside.
Keuirseu: "No—Reaper, don't."
Before she can even uncork it, Keuirseu lunges.
He kicks the vial from her hand so hard it whistles through the air.
Blood Reaper's aura flares, black-red and furious.
They collide instantly—her dagger-sharp wings slashing through the dirt, his demonic strength shaking the ground as he blocks her strikes. It's a raw, brutal clash, more instinct than thought.
Destiny gasps, wings opening in panic as the vial arcs toward the forest.
She shoots upward, graceful and terrified, catching it between her palms—only for Keuirseu's next involuntary burst of Shadow to send a shockwave that knocks her out of the sky.
Destiny tumbles into the thick trees, the vial disappearing with her into chaos of branches and leaves.
Constant steps forward at once, blue light crawling up his arms like lightning ropes.
Constant: "Okay—that's enough. Either stop or I'm pulling both of you apart."
Keuirseu's chest heaves, the Shadow in him roaring to come out.
Blood Reaper stands ready, blade forming in her hand, not willing to back down.
Destiny is somewhere in the forest—alone, hurt, and holding the vial that could change everything.
Keuirseu's body jerks violently—then stills.
A cold voice slithers out of his throat, layered and echoing:
Shadow: "Let's see what this body can do."
Before Keuirseu can fight back, Shadow digs in deeper, flooding their shared veins with dark, ancient power. His wings snap open, feathers twisting into jagged black metal. His spine cracks, lengthens. His skin shifts to obsidian. His nails lengthen into talons.
Then—
FWOOOM.
A column of black fire erupts from him, spiraling into a massive twister of flame and shadow, five times stronger than anything Keuirseu has ever unleashed on purpose.
His hair bleaches pure white.
His eyes burn solid white, glowing like twin suns of rage.
He roars, a sound so deep the ground shivers.
And he attacks.
He throws blast after blast of shadow-fire straight at Blood Reaper, each one strong enough to level a city block.
Blood Reaper doesn't flinch.
She moves like smoke—dodging, vanishing, reappearing—closing the distance with terrifying purpose. Her hair whips wildly in the inferno wind his attacks create. The ancient staff on her back pulses, sending power coursing through her wings until they harden like celestial armor.
She launches forward—
A black-and-red torpedo.
And then—
CRACK.
She uppercuts him so hard that the sky itself seems to ripple.
Keuirseu—no, Shadow wearing Keuirseu—shoots upward like a blazing demon star. He pierces the clouds, a streak of black fire against the heavens.
Then gravity drags him back.
He falls, tumbling, burning, spinning—
As he plummets, Blood Reaper calmly lifts her hand.
The vial she lost earlier appears instantly, summoned by her power.
Just as her fingers close around it—
Keuirseu's eyes snap open mid-fall.
For one second, his true self returns.
Keuirseu (weak, terrified): "Reaper—!"
And then—
He vanishes.
A black ripple. A distortion in the air.
Gone.
Shadow has teleported them somewhere.
Somewhere far.
Somewhere dangerous.
Blood Reaper's hair settles around her shoulders.
Her eyes narrow.
Blood Reaper: "Coward."
Keuirseu reappears in a deserted street—
but it isn't really him standing there.
Shadow has the body now.
The quiet little town sleeps under a gray morning sky, unaware of the catastrophe that just materialized in its center.
Shadow looks around, sneering.
Shadow (in Keuirseu's voice, warped): "Pathetic. All of it. Pathetic."
His rage fuels him. Black fire bleeds out of his fingertips, turning the air hot and sharp.
Keuirseu is trapped deep inside, pounding against the walls of his own mind.
Keuirseu (internal, breaking):Stop. Stop! Please—they're innocent—STOP!
Shadow laughs and raises one hand.
FWOOOM.
A wave of shadow-fire blasts down the street, incinerating houses, blowing apart cars, sending black ash swirling into the sky.
Screams rise.
Doors burst open.
People run, trip, scatter.
Shadow inhales and releases another pulse—
a shockwave of burning darkness.
Dozens fall.
Shadow's expression stays calm, almost bored.
Inside the body, Keuirseu is on his knees, sobbing, fractured.
Keuirseu:Please… please… don't make me watch this…
Shadow ignores him.