A storm of holy fire and abyssal darkness collided in the skies above the ruined battlefield.
Where once green fields flourished, now only a desolate wasteland remained—a scar upon the land, marked by the relentless war between the Holy Kingdom and the Abyss.
The heavens wept as Seraphiel descended, his eyes burning with golden fire, his corrupted wings unfurled like the judgment of a forsaken god.
Below, Oscar stood atop a massive abyssal spire, his arms crossed, an amused smirk playing across his lips.
"So, the Holy Kingdom has finally decided to stop playing defense," Oscar mused. His abyssal core pulsed with anticipation. "I was starting to think they'd never get serious."
Selene, her crimson eyes sharp, stepped beside him. "This thing isn't normal. Even for divine beings. Its presence feels… unstable."
Darius, gripping his abyssal greatsword, scoffed. "Then we do what we always do. We break it."
But Oscar knew better.
Seraphiel was not a mere warrior.
He was a broken god, reforged in wrath.
And that made him far more dangerous than any enemy they had faced before.
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Seraphiel's Judgment
Seraphiel hovered above the abyssal horde, his corrupted divine energy crackling like an untamed storm.
"Filth of the Abyss… your existence ends here."
His voice was layered—both angelic and monstrous, both a whisper and a scream.
And then, he moved.
The world split apart as he descended like a meteor, his blade of pure holy destruction aimed directly at Oscar.
Oscar barely had time to react before an explosion of light engulfed the battlefield, turning night into day.
Abyssal creatures vaporized instantly.
Entire spires of darkness were obliterated in a single moment.
The earth itself shook beneath the sheer force of the impact.
And in the center of it all—
Seraphiel stood, his blade buried deep into the ground, Oscar nowhere to be seen.
A suffocating silence fell over the battlefield.
Had it ended that quickly?
Had the Abyssal King been erased?
Selene's eyes widened. "No… Impossible."
Darius growled, tightening his grip on his weapon. "Tch. It's going to take more than that to kill him."
And he was right.
Because within the raging storm of divine power—
A slow, dark chuckle echoed.
The golden light flickered, twisting unnaturally.
And then—
The Abyss retaliated.
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Oscar's Counterattack
Seraphiel's golden light dimmed as a creeping shadow spread through the crater, swallowing everything in its path.
A chilling voice cut through the silence.
"Not bad…"
Oscar emerged from the abyssal void, completely unharmed, his aura surging with devouring hunger.
"You really thought a little light show would finish me?" His smile widened, his eyes glowing with endless darkness.
Seraphiel's corrupted wings flexed as he charged again, faster than the eye could follow.
But this time—
Oscar met him head-on.
Their clash shattered reality itself.
The battlefield warped under the sheer magnitude of their battle. Each strike sent shockwaves that cracked the sky, each movement threatened to erase existence itself.
The abyssal army and the remnants of the Holy Kingdom could do nothing but watch in horror.
Because this was no longer a battle between nations.
This was a war between a god of judgment and a king of the abyss.
And only one would remain standing.
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The Turning Point
Seraphiel raised his blade, divine energy surging to its limit.
Oscar smirked.
"Time to end this."
Darkness coiled around his hand, shaping into something monstrous—a blade forged from the abyss itself.
Holy and Abyssal power collided one final time.
The heavens screamed.
The earth trembled.
And then—
A blinding explosion erased the battlefield from existence.
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The Abyss Devours the Divine
The world was silent.
Where once a battlefield had stood, only a vast void remained—a chasm torn into existence itself by the clash of Oscar and Seraphiel.
Smoke and debris hung in the air like the remnants of a dying star. The earth was scarred, the sky still trembling from the sheer power unleashed in their battle.
And in the center of it all…
Two figures stood.
Oscar, the Abyssal King, his aura pulsing like a living hunger, the darkness around him devouring the very air.
Seraphiel, the Fallen Seraph, his divine light flickering, his once-pristine armor shattered, his body marred with cracks of abyssal corruption.
This was no longer a battle between warriors.
This was a battle of existence itself.
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Seraphiel's Fall
Seraphiel staggered, his golden blood dripping onto the ruined battlefield. His sword trembled in his grasp.
"Impossible…" he whispered, his voice a mixture of disbelief and fury.
His divine power was failing him.
The Abyss had seeped into his very being, eating away at the light he had been forged from.
And Oscar?
Oscar stood tall, unfazed, his abyssal power surging stronger than ever.
"I have to admit," Oscar said, rolling his shoulders, "you were tougher than I expected."
Seraphiel let out a ragged breath, his once-burning wings now tattered and dim.
But even in his broken state, his faith did not waver.
With a roar, he lunged forward, one final strike, his blade radiating the last remnants of his divine strength.
Oscar smirked.
The moment the blade reached him—
The Abyss answered.
A wave of pure, devouring darkness erupted from Oscar's core, colliding with the divine strike.
The golden light was consumed.
Seraphiel's eyes widened as his body was caught in the abyssal surge, his form melting into nothingness.
And then—
He was gone.
The Holy Kingdom's greatest weapon—erased.
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The Birth of the Abyssal Seraph
The battlefield was still, the only sound the slow, rhythmic pulse of the Abyss.
Selene and Darius watched from a distance, their expressions unreadable.
"Did we win?" Darius muttered.
Selene narrowed her crimson eyes. "No… something's happening."
The void where Seraphiel had been began to shift.
The golden remnants of his divine energy had not disappeared completely. Instead… they were being devoured.
Oscar stepped forward, his abyssal aura reaching out like tendrils, pulling the light into himself.
And then—
His body shuddered.
The Abyss and the Divine intertwined, merging into something new.
The shadows around Oscar shifted, forming jagged, corrupted wings—not of light, but of abyssal energy, shimmering with a twisted, unnatural glow.
His eyes burned with a fusion of golden and abyssal power.
The battlefield quaked as a new presence emerged.
Oscar had not just won.
He had ascended.
The Abyss had devoured a divine being.
And now, it had given birth to something far worse.
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The Holy Kingdom's Despair
Far beyond the battlefield, in the heart of Radiantus, the High Priestess collapsed to her knees.
She clutched her chest, gasping as a searing pain wracked her body.
The divine connection to Seraphiel… was gone.
The Seraphim Knights stood around her in stunned silence.
"The… The Abyss… has taken him," she whispered in horror.
King Alistair rose from his throne, his face pale.
"What do you mean… 'taken him'?"
She looked up, terror in her eyes.
"I mean… Seraphiel no longer exists."
A suffocating silence filled the chamber.
A knight dropped his sword, the clang echoing through the hall.
The Holy Kingdom's strongest warrior—the embodiment of divine justice—had been consumed by the Abyss.
For the first time in history…
The Holy Kingdom knew fear.
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The Abyss Marches Forward
Back at the battlefield, Oscar clenched his fist, feeling the new power surging through his veins.
Selene and Darius approached, wary yet exhilarated.
"You… absorbed a Seraph," Selene whispered. "What does this mean?"
Oscar turned to them, his new abyssal wings unfurling, the corrupted energy spiraling around him like a vortex.
"It means…"
He looked toward the Holy Kingdom's distant capital.
"…We march on Radiantus."
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The Abyss Descends Upon Radiantus
The night sky above the Holy Kingdom darkened unnaturally, as if the heavens themselves recoiled from what was coming.
In the far distance, on the horizon, an ominous glow spread like wildfire—the unmistakable presence of the Abyss.
A storm of shadows and crimson fire surged across the land, moving toward Radiantus like a tidal wave of destruction.
The Abyssal Army was marching.
And at the forefront…
Oscar.
His newly formed Abyssal Seraph wings pulsed with an eerie glow, his golden-abyssal eyes fixed upon the capital.
The time for conquest had come.
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The Holy Kingdom's Last Stand
Inside the capital, the city was in chaos.
Templars and priests scrambled through the streets, shouting orders, preparing defenses.
The enormous gates of Radiantus rumbled shut, reinforced by layers of divine magic.
Every knight, soldier, and holy warrior stood ready, their weapons glowing with sacred power.
On the towering walls, the last Seraphim Knights gathered.
Their leader, Sir Galen of the Radiant Dawn, stood at the highest point, gripping his golden halberd tightly.
He could see the abyssal storm approaching.
And he could feel its power.
"This is it," he murmured. "The final battle."
The High Priestess stood beside him, her robes flowing as she raised her staff toward the heavens.
"We must hold the city," she declared, her voice trembling. "If the capital falls… the Light will be extinguished."
But in the depths of her heart, she knew…
The Light was already fading.
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The Siege Begins
A deafening horn echoed across the battlefield.
The abyss had arrived.
A wave of monstrous creatures crawled from the shifting shadows—knights twisted by abyssal corruption, grotesque horrors forged from nightmares, and fallen priests who had abandoned the Light for power.
Darius, clad in his abyss-forged armor, led the vanguard. His massive blade dripped with the blood of countless holy warriors.
Beside him, Selene's crimson eyes burned with hunger, her fingers twitching with unrestrained power.
Oscar raised his hand—and the air itself shattered.
A colossal abyssal rift tore open above the city, its swirling darkness consuming the sky.
From within, black flames rained down upon the Holy Kingdom's walls, melting divine barriers like wax under a scorching sun.
"Hold the line!" Galen roared, leading the charge.
Holy warriors unleashed a barrage of divine magic, golden spears and radiant swords crashing into the abyssal forces.
But the Abyss did not break.
It devoured.
Every spell, every weapon, every attack thrown against the darkness was absorbed, twisted, and reflected back a thousandfold.
Oscar stepped forward—his presence alone making the very ground tremble.
He raised his hand—and the Gates of Radiantus exploded.
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The Fall of the Capital
The mighty gates of the Holy Kingdom's capital—symbols of divine protection for centuries—shattered into dust.
The abyss surged inside like a flood.
Screams echoed through the streets as holy warriors fell, their bodies twisting and breaking under the weight of abyssal corruption.
Darius carved a path through the defenders, his laughter ringing through the air as blood stained his armor.
Selene danced through the battlefield, her abyssal magic weaving through the knights like a predator playing with its prey.
The High Priestess desperately called upon the Light, summoning a final divine barrier around the Grand Cathedral.
"This is our last hope!" she cried.
But Oscar appeared before her, his abyssal wings unfolding, his golden-abyssal gaze piercing into her soul.
"You pray to gods who have abandoned you," he whispered.
With a single movement, he reached forward—and shattered the divine barrier with his bare hands.
The Holy Kingdom's last sanctuary collapsed.
The High Priestess fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
"It… it can't be…"
Oscar towered over her, his voice cold and absolute.
"This world belongs to the Abyss now."
And with that—
He ended the Light.