The sky cracked open along with a fearful cry.
"Stop in your tracks, you bloody bastard! I said stop! You- You- You can't do this!"
At the center of several writhing shadows that moved like snakes hovered a thin, old man. His skin was like dried ink, and his eyes were like an abyss—deep and hollow.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spoke with a voice that seemed to make the shadows around him writhe restlessly.
"If you end me now, you will also destroy the balance of a thousand multiplanes! Each plane will fall out of order! The mana, the beings—everything born from it—will perish along with me! So, an Above-all-God like me shall not be harmed by the likes of a lowly Overgod like you!"
His voice boomed and echoed, yet trembled with fear as he sensed it.
Suddenly, a voice answered, "Lord of Curses, it seems you are underestimating this Overgod."
Soon, the darkness parted in front of the old man.
A dangerously beautiful man stepped out. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a pale skin that glowed with faint red veins, and the most captivating thing was his eyes, it burned like two bleeding stars in the night.
He opened his mouth but did not raise his voice.
"I, Cain Moonshade, the Overgod of blood magic, am always well prepared," he said calmly, as if the threats from the old man were nothing but empty words.
The Above-all-God-of-Curses flinched. "Prepared? You fool! My death will cripple the Multiplanes! Do you not understand?"
Cain sighed, as if speaking to a stubborn child.
"I know you understand your position… Perhaps you're just denying or cannot accept it but I know you know your origin dried up millions of years ago. You do not create curses anymore; you just hold the title. Everything running across the eight thousand multiplanes has already found replacements: lesser gods, spirits, corrupted beasts, even mortals who spill too much blood."
He smirked. Looking like it was all in his plan. "If anything, killing you might improve the whole system."
The old god sputtered. "You—!"
Cain smirked. "Am I wrong? If I am, may you enlighten this Overgod?" he bowed in an exaggerated manner.
The Above-all-God-of-Curses nearly choked on outrage. "You—you bloody bastard! You did all that to corner me!? Why are you after me? What wrong have I done to you?"
Cain sneered with malice. "You know what I want…"
The old man seethed with rage as he continued. "The reason you cannot become an Above all God was because of a blood pact!" He hesitated, then shouted, "Not my fault!"
Cain's eyebrow twitched.
"...Oh?"
"It is not me!" the cursed god cried. "Your situation is not a curse; it is a blood pact! You should have gone after the God of Pacts, not me!"
Cain paused. After a long time of thinking, he opened his mouth and said, "You're right…"
Then the cursed god asked, "Will you let me go now?"
Cain shook his head. "No can do."
The cursed god was speechless. "Why?"
Cain smirked and replied, "I need target practice… How am I supposed to know if I can harm a God Above All if I don't try?"
The cursed god was perplexed. This blood bastard is unreasonable… However, just as he thought he was in a deeper pit, he sensed something. Strangely, he laughed, catching Cain off guard. "Finally! You all arrived! I was waiting for all of you. Help me!" the cursed god mumbled in delight.
Immediately, Cain saw the sky crack open a second time. Flashes of every color tore through the void. Figures descended—radiant, massive, ancient—as if their presence bent reality itself.
Above-all-Gods from the eight thousand planes.
Cain froze and gravely said, "So, this is the reason you're chirping nonsense, soon-to-be-dead god!"
The cursed god sneered, his lips stretching into a wicked grin. "This is your retribution; you lowly sucking bastard. You think I don't know who's messing with me for millions of years? I am not like you… You always act independently, thinking others will do the same. That arrogance is your weakness… Now, we… welcome you to the end of your bloody fucking line."
Immediately, a unified voice from the several peak existences shook the entire reality they are in.
"Overgod Vampire Cain Moonshade, you have committed a forbidden crime: attempting to slay an Above-all-God, planning to disrupt the balance. Punishment is due."
Cain pointed at all of them.
"You damn bitches… you—" but he composed himself. Causing the Gods Above everything to feel something was wrong.
"No one can bring punishment to this Overgod!"
He shot forward and struck the cursed god with a blood-soaked fist.
But the cursed god raised a dark shield and screamed in panic, "Help me!"
And the mystic heavens answered.
Mana flooded the void—fire, ice, thunder, light, death, creation, time, and space—all merging into one single blast.
Cain roared and wrapped himself in blood magic, hoping to deflect all of it.
But there were too many.
Even an Overgod like him needed millions of years of preparation to slay a single Above-all-God like the Above-all-God-of-Curses. Now, he faced all of them at once.
Almost instantly, the combined blast bore down on him.
At first, his shield held. But then it cracked, shattered, and completely collapsed.
Cain shouted, "DAMN ALL OF YOU—!" But the combination of destructive forces wouldn't let him finish and swallowed him whole.
…
Meanwhile, in a dark, wide room, there was only silence and the occasional wisp of cold night wind.
Then a coffin opened with a soft, ancient creak.
A young-looking man shot up, gasping. He blinked rapidly. His eyes were sharp, brilliant, and bloody. His long black hair clung to his face.
He looked down at his arms and suddenly asked, "Where am I?" But after a few seconds of pause, he laughed.
It was a wild, victorious laugh.
"Hahaha! I, the great Overgod, survived! I actually survived their attacks!" He slapped the coffin's edge. "My Reverse Time Blood Spell worked! On the first attempt, it worked!"
He grinned like a child who stole the world's last cookie.
Reverse Time Blood Spell. A forbidden art he created himself. A spell that triggered only when his existence reached true destruction. It ripped his memories out and hurled them back into his past self.
A rewind button powered by desperation and mystic blood.
Cain wiped imaginary dust off his clothes. "Now, now, now… the question is… where in my life did my memories land?"
He cracked his neck, and blood mana around him flared violently.
"No… Before that, I need to activate my Overgod Blood first. If any of those old bastards are nearby, they would sense me if it's not activated."
He inhaled deeply. His chest expanded, and his veins pulsed. Soon, a clear, glowing blood raced through them.
Then he coughed up a mouthful of glowing crimson blood. His body trembled, and his veins bulged.
Then everything calmed down.
Cain opened his eyes slowly. "Finally… My Overgod Blood awakens once more!"
He smirked. "Not one of those fools can sense me now." He observed his body and realized he became so weak. But that doesn't matter. "Even though I'm back as a fledgling vampire, in just a few thousand years, I'll be back to my peak."
Suddenly, he cracked a smile.
"My magic blood talent should skyrocket any second and soon have my revenge against them woul—"
He suddenly paused, a frown crossed his face. Huh?
My talent…
Why isn't it skyrocketing?
Although it's climbing, why is it so slow?
His eyes sharpened to observe the mana of his blood. He saw an invisible red light flashed. He sensed something. His aura was connected to three threads. Two of them were far away, and one was nearby.
Immediately, his body stiffened.
"My Overgod Blood talent was… shared."
A chill ran up his spine.
"No. No, no, no. Don't tell me… don't tell me I am back to that time."
Horror crept into his tone, for the first time, the Overgod was panicking, and he didn't even finish his sentence and immediately sprinted.
Blood burst from his legs, boosting him forward. He ran up walls, across ceilings, and through hallways. His movements were wild, desperate, and unhinged.
His thoughts spiraled.
No. It can't be.
If it is, then this is a disaster.
My talent… I can't share it. It's mine! Mine alone!
Please don't let it be her. Please don't let it be them—
He reached a massive reddish door, beautiful, ancient, royal. Bat-like carvings twisted around its frame like living art.
He didn't slow down. He slammed it open.
And froze.
His heart stopped.
Right there—standing under the warm glow of red lanterns—was the face he had not seen in millions upon millions of years.
Long white curls flowed down like a waterfall of moonlit silk. Her skin was pale with a soft blush of blood warmth. Her eyes were deep crimson, bright and sharp. Her lips curved with gentle pride as she spoke to someone—likely a court attendant or blood slave.
She wore royal crimson trimmed with silver threads that glowed like tiny stars.
Elegant. Deadly. Beautiful.
No… Not just beautiful but painfully beautiful.
Cain's voice came out as a whisper. "She is—she really is—" swallowed.
One of his three wives.
And the one tied to the greatest disaster in his entire existence.
The room turned silent.
Because Cain knew exactly what this meant.
He had gone back to the day…
The exact day…
His greatest regret.
His greatest weakness.
His greatest sin.
Millions of years before he became an Overgod.
With a shared talent he desperately needed to reclaim.
His wife.
"Ivira… Moonahade!" he mumbled.