Somewhere in space, a huge ace ship is moving. A small dropship comes and a tall brown head woman in early 20s comes out. Edward, who is under cover as Kazuma, the tech support, sees her. He has been watching her for sometime and his senior always smacks his head.
"Stop staring at her. She is the crown princess candidate", said his senior.
Edward nodded and went to the engine room to fix a screen. He opened the panel and saw a complete broken screen.
"Damn, one of the hyper space drives is completely cooked…..how to take it out.", said Edward.
Alexander, who knew that Edward had sneaked in his organization, came in disguise of a senior tech support, Xander.
"Need a hand kid?", said Xander.
"Yes sir. The drive is completely destroyed. I don't know how to take it out and put in a new one.", said Edward.
Xander chuckled and helped him. The boys fixed it in four hours and talked about life. Xander then left and after walking down the hallway, he snapped his fingers. The disguise faded and he walked vibing. He went to his office and sat on his chair.
The brown head walked in and said, "Still no info on the twins or Aunt Rimini".
"Well, Alisa, do you feel a certain presence in this ship?", said Alex. He was leaning on his desk, hands supporting his chin.
Alisa was confused and then he said, " Like a certain person glancing at you? A certain gaze?".
She looked at him and ran out to the Engine room, where Edward was working on fixing other issues.
"HEY, YOU! What is your favorite beyblade character and Pokémon?", said Alisa, bragging in the room.
Edward, who was trying to open a panel above the energy core, starleted and fell down. He sat up, caressing his head and said, "LISA FOR THE ALZENIO SAKE CAN YOU STOP BRAGGING IN THE ROOMS LIKE IT IS NOTHING?!!!! I WAS GONNA HAVE A STORK AND A CONCUSSION. Stop doing that.".
"Ed?....", said Alisa. Her strong ice cold facade slipped and a scared girl came out. She fidgeted and Edward snapped his fingers. His disguise weared off and opened his arms. His gaze was soft. She tackled him and cried.
"Idiot. I was really worried about you. How is Jake, Ron and Rav? Are they okay?", said Alisa.
"Jake got a boyfriend, no clue on Arron and Ravchel is having a potential love interest. They all are safe. How have you been?", said Edward, tightening his arms around her waist and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"Good. Now what did you, royal cousins, plan?", said Alisa.
Edward laughed. "Just going under cover to know the secrets of our fathers and bring the family together. You got more beautiful than the last time I saw you as myself. ", said Edward with a smile.
Alisa scoffed and said, "Well, you are using your middle name. The purple dye with your hair goes well.".
"It was Jake's idea…..May i? ", said Edward, looking up and cupping her left face.
Alisa leaned in his hand and nodded. He leaned in and hesitantly kissed her. After the kiss she leans on him.
"So, when are you going to reveal your identity?" Alisa asked with a smirk, arms crossed as she leaned against the balcony rail. "I've waited long enough to stand beside you. When do I get my official title? Dad keeps teasing his best friend about it nonstop."
Edward chuckled.
"Heh, sounds just like Uncle Tio. Remember that wild rumor about our fathers back when they were teens?"
Alisa snorted. "You mean the one where people thought they were secretly together?" She laughed, shaking her head. "They were just best friends! But man, those rumors spread like wildfire."
Meanwhile, deep within the royal command center, Alexander sat alone in his office, momentarily calm. A quiet smile tugged at his lips as if he were hearing their laughter through the walls. But that peace shattered instantly.
A dark shadow crept from the edges of the room and tried to overtake him. Without flinching, Alexander grabbed it by the neck and hurled it into the wall. It vanished in a cloud of smoke—but not without consequences.
A sharp pain stabbed into his skull. His vibrant green eyes flickered, then turned pitch black with a glowing ring of violet. Memories long buried surged to the surface—ancient, divine, painful.
He staggered, clutching his head, and then—a fox-shaped mask appeared in his hand. He slipped it on.
Inside his mind, he fell… into a fabricated world. A world where his family was still alive. A world where no tragedy had struck.
But in reality, the being inside him—the spirit he once kept at bay—had fully taken over.
"Foolish mortal," the voice hissed, echoing in the airless chamber. "I still can't believe he's a fragment of my soul. So soft. So sentimental."
The spirit flexed its borrowed fingers, inspecting the vessel.
"And who is this Rimini? He repeats her name too often. Some woman from his memories?" The voice turned grim. "And my child… the blonde boy in the engine room. That's my son, isn't it?"
He chuckled darkly.
"Tortisa, you can't keep him from me. I will meet my child. I am his father. That is my divine right."
Suddenly, a vision overtook him.
A memory.
A tall blonde man knelt beside a child, no older than eight, gently guiding his hands through ancient sigils as they practiced dark magic in a lush, otherworldly garden. Flowers bloomed and shimmered under their touch. The boy laughed as he learned how to keep them from wilting.
A woman appeared—radiant, eternal, with hair like the cosmos and eyes full of stars.
"Luiz, go inside. I need to speak to your father," she said softly.
The child obeyed, disappearing into the glowing doorway.
"Yes, my love?" the man asked as he stood.
"Al… the underworld stirs. Creatures have begun rising. Luiz will be safer in the forbidden realm. With the other divine children."
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her shoulder.
"I'll handle it. Take him. Just… let me see him again someday. It's hard enough being the God of Death."
That was the last memory—before the war.
He remembered sealing the underworld, pushing back every vile creature that rose from the deep. He created an illusion realm—a replica of the mortal world—within the barren void. A desperate sanctuary. But the effort shattered him.
He collapsed, coughing up blood. His companions found him, barely alive, in the heart of the Castel. He recovered, but the gates were locked—from both sides.
His wife had sealed him out. And he had sealed himself in.
For eras, he wandered. Trapped in his own domain. Alone.
When he finally escaped, the world had changed. His once-mortal kingdom had fallen. His people—the ones he gave up divinity to protect—were crumbling.
And his fragment, Alexander, had unknowingly called to him for help.
In his rage and sorrow, he took control.
He was Alzenio.
The God of the Underworld and Death.
Second Supreme Deity. Husband to Tortisa. Worshiped by Auratisians as their eternal protector.
Now, wearing Alexander's form, he walked through the halls of the ship, eyes lingering on the portraits of emperors past. He stopped at the oldest one—a weathered image of a man who resembled him, regal and proud.
"Yo, brother," he said aloud. "I told you I'd return one day. You took the throne by banishing me, remember?"
He smiled coldly.
"But in the end, I became something more. I united them all. I became their guardian spirit when I lost my body. You didn't expect me to come back as your second grandson, did you?"
He scoffed, eyes flashing violet.
"Must've been quite the shock."
He paused…
"I still can't believe how weak my mortal self is. So naive. So painfully human."
He turned away from the portrait, the long-forgotten halls echoing behind him.
The storm was no longer coming.
It had arrived.