Scene One: The River of Unmaking
The River Styx was not water.
It was memory.
It was pain.
It was every scream never voiced, every wound never healed, every sin never forgiven.
Megumi sank through it like a man falling into oblivion.
His skin blistered. His muscles tore. His magic thrashed violently against him, desperate to flee the agony of being unmade.
And then came the visions.
He was back in the kitchen, Ava's body still warm in his arms. Her blood pooled beneath them, and a heartbeat flickered… then died.
Her voice echoed:
"You weren't strong enough…"
Now he was in Olympus, surrounded by gods who laughed at his pain.
Zeus thundered, "You were never meant to be!"
Athena whispered, "You were always a mistake."
He fell deeper.
In a chamber of shadow, Megumi the mortal stood before the Fallen King—tall, armored in fire and shadow, eyes as ancient as the stars.
The King raised a hand and spoke.
"You seek power. You seek vengeance. But can your soul bear both light and darkness?"
Megumi dropped to one knee, shaking.
"I've lost everything. But if this pain makes me strong enough to protect those who still live—then burn me. Burn me until only what I must become remains."
The Fallen King smiled.
"Then rise. And remember their names."
Scene Two: Tartarus—The Pact of Madness
Far below the world, in a prison made of time and torment, Cronos stood beneath a ceiling of screaming stone. Zeus and Poseidon knelt before him—not in reverence, but desperation.
Cronos's body was a walking paradox—emaciated yet massive, cracked with golden lines of pure temporal energy. His eyes pulsed with centuries of sealed wrath.
"You fear the child," he said. "You fear your own creation."
Zeus clenched his jaw. "He's beyond us now."
Poseidon added, "He was touched by prophecy. We need your strength… father."
Cronos's smile was slow and wide, a sickle of malice.
"Then let me harvest what you've sown. When I wear Olympus as a crown again, he will bow before me… or bleed the heavens dry."
From the shadows, a massive army of ancient Titans began to stir.
Scene Three: The Ascension
The banks of the Styx trembled.
Nyx and Leonidas stood silently, the sky above them turning red as if Olympus itself was bleeding.
The river boiled.
A column of gold, black, and white light exploded into the air. Electricity cracked the sky. The very air split open as something impossible began to rise from the Styx.
Megumi.
But not as he was.
From his back, two wings spread: one pure white, radiant with angelic light, the other black as void, feathers like blades.
Above his head, a darkened halo spun slowly, etched in arcane sigils.
His body burned with a divine aura of gold, black, and white, streaked with violent red lightning that screamed with power.
And when his eyes opened—
They were no longer human.
They were deep gold, glowing like suns within a storm.
The river hissed around his feet, retreating as if in fear.
Leonidas fell to one knee, awestruck.
"…He's no longer bound by mortality," he whispered.
"…A being of both holy and unholy…"
Then, louder, with reverence:
"He has finally become… The Fallen King."