Scene One: The Warning
Megumi stood atop the cliffside, the wind tearing through his hair as the ocean crashed below.
Leonidas emerged from the old monastery, a grim look on his face.
"They've sent someone," he said.
Megumi turned. "Who?"
Leonidas's eyes darkened. "Her name is Nyx. Half-god, half weapon. Raised in Olympus's shadows. Trained by Ares himself. No mercy. No hesitation."
Megumi's jaw tensed. "Another killer."
Leonidas shook his head. "No. Not just a killer. A living sword. Her soul is chained to Olympus."
Megumi looked to the trees.
And just beyond them, he felt it — a presence. Sharp. Cold. Watching.
"I don't care who they send," Megumi said, eyes glowing gold. "I won't run."
Scene Two: The Assassin's Entrance
Twilight bled into dusk.
Megumi walked alone into the forest clearing, where fog drifted low and slow, like smoke from some unseen fire.
And then—
A whisper behind him: "You breathe like a god, but bleed like a man."
He spun.
Nyx stood barefoot in the mist, her pale skin painted in ash sigils, her black eyes void of light. The blade she carried wasn't metal—it was something older. A dagger shaped from starlight and sorrow.
"I don't want to fight you," Megumi said.
Nyx tilted her head. "Good. That will make killing you easier."
She dashed forward—faster than lightning.
Megumi barely raised his arm before her blade struck. Sparks flew from his gauntlet as it caught her strike mid-swing. The force knocked him back several feet, boots digging trenches in the earth.
She didn't stop.
A flurry of slashes, each one precise, surgical, deadly.
Megumi deflected three. The fourth cut his side. The fifth nearly reached his neck.
But then—his halo flared.
Golden light erupted.
Nyx was thrown back into a tree, the bark splintering behind her. She crouched low, blade raised again.
"Still alive," she murmured. "Good."
"I don't want this," Megumi said, breathing hard. "I know what they did to you. What they made you."
She paused—just for a moment.
He pressed forward.
"They made you a sword, but you're more than that. You feel pain, don't you? You dream?"
Nyx's grip trembled.
Megumi slowly extended a hand.
"They made you believe you were alone. But I was too."
He let his voice crack—raw, honest.
"I had a wife. Ava. She was everything. We were going to have a daughter. But the gods—your gods—murdered them both. Because they were afraid."
Nyx said nothing. The mist was silent.
Megumi dropped his hand, took a shaky breath, and whispered:
"I still hear her heartbeat sometimes. My daughter. Even though it stopped."
His knees buckled slightly. But he stood his ground.
"I won't fight you. Because if you kill me, you're just finishing what they started."
Nyx stood frozen.
Her dagger lowered.
She stepped forward slowly, reached out, and placed a hand on Megumi's wound. Her fingers trembled as they touched the blood.
"…it's warm," she said quietly. "Not divine. Not empty."
Her blade hit the ground.
"I was told gods don't feel. But you…" Her voice cracked. "You mourn like a man."
Megumi met her eyes—black as the void—and saw, for the first time, a flicker of something.
Tears.
"I killed for them," she whispered. "Hundreds. Thousands. But I never knew why. Until now."
She dropped to one knee.
"I was born to serve Olympus. But I choose now to follow you."
Megumi blinked. "Why?"
Nyx looked up. "Because only someone who has nothing… can build something worth everything."
Scene Three: The Pact of Blood and Light
Leonidas arrived moments later, sword drawn, but paused when he saw Nyx kneeling.
"She's with us now," Megumi said.
Leonidas gave a wary nod.
Nyx looked between them. "If I'm to follow you… tell me what you are."
Megumi's halo flickered behind him, black lightning curling through the air.
"I'm the last father of a dead future," he said.
"And I'm going to burn Olympus to ash."