Hell did not celebrate.
It listened.
Every layer of the Underworld felt it at the same moment — the shudder that rolled through existence like a dying god's last breath. Rivers of flame stilled. Torture engines stalled mid-scream. The Ninth Depth pulsed once… twice… then went quiet.
Law had died.
And Hell knew exactly who had killed it.
THE THRONE OF BONE AND ASH
Hades rose from his throne for the first time in centuries.
The Lord of the Underworld stood tall, obsidian armor forming itself around him as the sigils of sovereignty ignited along the floor. His court gathered in alarm — generals, Primordials, wardens, and executioners kneeling in instinctive reverence.
Morvanna broke the silence first.
"It's done," she rasped. "The Divine Tribunal is gone."
Varkos slammed his massive fist into the ground. "The heavens are bleeding. The God Killer has declared war."
Selene's fractured mask wept shadow. "No… not war."
She lifted her head slowly.
"An extinction event."
The throne hall trembled again — not from distant collapse, but from arrival.
Hades felt it immediately.
"…He's here."
THE GOD KILLER RETURNS
Reality tore open in the center of the hall.
Not violently.
Not explosively.
It simply gave way, as though refusing to resist him.
Delta stepped through.
No armor.
No throne.
No entourage.
Just a young man with divine blood drying on his hands and a presence so heavy that even demons struggled to breathe.
Every single being in the hall dropped to one knee.
Not by command.
By instinct.
Hades stared at him.
"…How many?" he asked quietly.
Delta didn't answer at first. His eyes scanned the room as if grounding himself, as if confirming Hell still existed.
"Enough," Delta said finally.
Morvanna swallowed. "You shattered the gods' law."
Delta shrugged. "They shouldn't have built it around my obedience."
A low, dangerous silence followed.
Hades descended the steps from his throne until he stood directly in front of Delta.
"You realize what you've done," Hades said. "The gods will unite. Heaven will burn. Mortals will suffer."
Delta met his gaze evenly.
"They already were."
That answer hit harder than any blade.
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HELL'S DIVISION
Voices erupted.
"He will doom us all!"
"He's brought war to our gates!"
"He is the future!"
Arguments clashed like blades — Hell split between fear and reverence.
Varkos bared his teeth. "Say the word, Lord Hades, and I will tear him apart."
Delta glanced at Varkos.
Varkos froze.
Sweat ran down the demon general's face as something ancient behind Delta's eyes looked straight through him — not as an enemy, not as prey…
…but as irrelevant.
Hades raised a hand.
"Enough."
The hall fell silent.
Hades turned to Delta, voice heavy with truth.
"You were my Guardian. My right hand. And now every god hunts you."
Delta's jaw tightened.
"I warned them," he said quietly. "I told them not to summon me again."
Selene stepped forward hesitantly. "They never listen… until it's too late."
The floor cracked suddenly.
A pulse surged from Delta — restrained, controlled… but furious.
"I didn't come back to argue," Delta said.
The air vibrated.
"I came back for my blade."
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THE CALL OF THE DELTONIC SABER
Hell reacted instantly.
Chains ignited across the chamber. Wards flared. Sigils ancient enough to scare gods began screaming warnings into the fabric of the realm.
Morvanna gasped. "Impossible… that weapon was sealed outside reality!"
Hades' eyes widened slightly.
"…Delta. That sword—"
Delta closed his eyes.
And called.
Not aloud.
Not magically.
But with will.
A command written into existence itself.
> Come home.
THE REALM ANSWERS
Far beyond Hell.
Far beyond Heaven.
Beyond time, space, and divine reach…
Something stirred.
A blade buried in a dead universe began to hum.
Chains forged by gods snapped like brittle wire.
Void-locks dissolved.
The Deltonic Saber awakened.
A scream tore through reality as a rift ripped open above Hell's throne hall — jagged, violent, wrong.
Light poured out.
Not holy.
Not infernal.
Absolute.
The saber burst through the rift point-first, spinning, tearing, howling as it crossed dimensions in a single heartbeat.
Its blade was long, elegant, impossibly sharp — black edged with silver fractures, as though reality itself had chipped trying to resist it. Runes older than gods crawled along its length, rewriting themselves with every second.
The hilt struck Delta's open hand perfectly.
The moment his fingers closed around it—
Hell bowed.
LEGEND REMEMBERED
The pressure was unbearable.
Kneeling demons slammed flat to the floor.
Walls fractured.
The throne cracked.
Hades felt it deep in his bones.
"…The Deltonic Saber," he whispered.
The weapon that ended divine dynasties.
The blade that no god survived.
The sword that chose Delta — not the other way around.
Delta exhaled slowly.
The saber purred.
"It's been a while," Delta murmured.
Memories rushed back — battlefields drowned in light, gods screaming as their immortality failed them, the weight of every kill he never regretted but never enjoyed.
Morvanna stared in awe. "You could rule all realms with that power…"
Delta snapped the saber downward — the sound cut the air like a guillotine.
"No," he said coldly.
"I don't rule."
He lifted the blade.
"I end."
HADES' DECISION
Hades stepped back.
For the first time since becoming Lord of the Underworld…
He bowed.
Not deeply.
Not submissively.
But in acknowledgment.
"Hell will not stand against you," Hades said. "Nor will it lead you."
Delta met his gaze.
"Good."
The throne hall shook again — this time not from fear, but anticipation.
Hades straightened.
"But understand this," he continued. "Your war will bring something worse than the gods."
Delta already knew.
"I'm counting on it."
THE SHADOW WATCHES
Beyond all realms, Noctis watched — fingers steepled, expression unreadable.
"So he's called it back…" she murmured softly.
Her smile was slow.
Dangerous.
Proud.
"Then the universe truly is in trouble."
And deep beneath Hell, in the Ninth Depth…
Something ancient stirred.
It recognized the blade.
And it remembered its edge.