The Island of Nex had grown silent after the Guardian's judgment.But silence on Nex was never peace—only warning.
Azeron sat upon the jagged stones at the island's center, a throne sculpted by nature itself, sharp and cold. The ocean swirled around the land as if guarding its master. His divine flames pulsed faintly, and for the first time, he felt control. True control.
And yet… he was not alone.
From the forest came voices—human voices.Boots cracking branches, steel clashing against shields.
"Over here!""He's close. The Outcast God."
Azeron rose slowly, crimson eyes narrowing. Humans. Clad in black armor marked with glowing runes, faces shadowed by helms. Their leader stepped forward, a spear burning with radiant light in his grip.
Leader:"So it's true. The boy who defied death… born as a false god. Blasphemy must be erased."
The words struck like venom.False god.Blasphemy.Just as before—they didn't see him. Didn't hear him. Didn't care for the truth of his suffering.
They only saw something to destroy.
Azeron chuckled, low and cruel, rising from his stone seat.
Azeron: "Three years… I begged to be left alone. You spat on me, mocked me, erased me.Now, you come to erase me again? Then come. Kneel before my throne below, or drown in it."
The soldiers charged. Their spears glowed with holy light, forged to kill what they called "divine aberrations."
Azeron raised his hand.
The sea obeyed.
A wall of water erupted behind him, spiraling like a serpent. He slammed his palm down, and the wave crashed forward with monstrous fury, swallowing half the squad. Screams pierced the night before silence claimed them beneath the tide.
But the leader cut through, spear blazing, piercing straight through the torrent. He leapt at Azeron, divine light burning bright.
Azeron caught the strike barehanded. Sparks screamed. His shadow rose higher, spreading like wings of flame.
Azeron: "…Pathetic."
He crushed the spear's light until it shattered, the sound like breaking glass echoing across the island. The leader stumbled back, fear creeping into his eyes for the first time.
The remaining soldiers faltered. Some dropped weapons, trembling. But Azeron did not strike them yet. He looked upon them as a king upon insects.
Azeron: "The throne is not above, in your heavens. It is here, below, carved from my suffering.And you… you will learn to kneel."
He raised both hands. The ocean roared again. The land itself trembled, fissures opening with molten glow. The humans screamed as shadows and waves entwined, devouring their bodies, their wills.
Only the leader remained, kneeling in the dirt, his armor shattered. His once-defiant gaze now quivered beneath Azeron's crimson eyes.
Azeron leaned closer, whispering like a curse.
Azeron: "Tell your world. The Outcast you scorned now sits upon his throne below.And every soul will obey."
With a flick of his finger, the man was dragged into the sea, swallowed whole.
Silence returned.The throne of stone beneath him pulsed with faint light, as if Nex itself acknowledged his dominion.
But deep inside, Akira's faint voice quivered."…They'll never accept you. Not as god. Not as king. Only as monster."
Azeron smirked, fire licking at his lips.
Azeron: "Then let them."
He leaned back on the jagged throne, eyes fixed on the storm above.
A god had risen.But the world had already sworn itself his enemy.
Azeron rose from the throne of jagged stone, his crimson eyes blazing like burning suns. The sea bent behind him, a crown of waves crashing in rhythm to his words. His voice was not human. It was vast, layered, resounding like a thousand echoes, each syllable a command to existence itself.
Azeron:"Mortals… vermin… do you understand what you have unleashed? For years you spat upon the boy named Akira, grinding him into dust. But the ashes of the outcast have birthed something greater. Something eternal. Something you cannot hope to kill.
I am not your friend. I am not your savior. I am not the god you begged for in your temples. I am the god born from chains, from torment, from hatred unending. I am Azeron.
Your kings will tremble. Your gods will cower. Your heavens will fracture. For my throne is not above, gilded in false light. My throne is below, forged from blood and agony, where every cry of the broken feeds my power.
Listen well, insects — there is no escape. You will kneel not because you wish to… but because you must. You will obey not from faith… but from fear. And those who resist will be swallowed by the abyss itself.
"I am Azeron. I am judgment. I am eternity. And before the throne below… all shall kneel."
Lightning split the sky, illuminating his towering shadow. The drowned soldiers floated lifeless in the sea, a warning carved into flesh. The storm bowed low as if even the heavens dared not defy him.