FALLEN GOD OF DEATH
You should never have left me.
My grief is the only way I remain close to you."
Even as centuries and millennia pass, I will begin searching for you across every universe.
It has always been you.
Only you.
Gretchen.
The first heartbeat and the first breath after these times—the weight of losing you
and the fragile hope of finding you again.
I have been chained in this frozen prison.
Time dissolved into silence, and I allowed that silence to touch my heart.
My heart stayed still for a long time,
covered in ice and memories.
But now it beats again.
The way it moves makes me think of you.
Years have gone by.
There is another world out there.
Gretchen...
You should come to me now.
For a long time, these were the only thoughts that got out of the ice prison.
Lord Kalies sat on his throne in the frozen kingdom, surrounded by memories of his lost kingdom and the soldiers who had died there.
He had lost everything and everyone he cared about.
His form was beautiful.
His face was stunning like the moon, yet fierce.
His hair flowed like the sacred Ganges, the color of snow.
Lord Kalies opened his eyes.
They resembled the most precious crystal found in the deepest oceans—a perfect blend of blue and green.
A single tear escaped his eyes and fell onto the frozen ground below.
The moment it touched the ice, it transformed—
into a luminous white flute, glowing like a fragment of the moon itself.
It sang.
Its melody spread through the stillness.
and the world began to weep.
The mountains bowed beneath the sorrow.
Winds trembled.
Every living and unliving entity felt the pain of loss.
if only for a moment.
Each offered a tear in sacrifice.
He remained seated in a lotus pose.
His celestial robe came alive—the fabric dark as celestial black holes, flowing through his shoulders.
His beauty, capable of conquering any universe alone.
Slowly, he lowered his feet.
They did not touch the ground.
Instead, they rested gently upon the unseen palms of a being hidden from sight—
palms that had been waiting patiently for centuries.
A voice broke the silence.
"Master… You have finally awakened.
I have been waiting for you."
A small demon appeared before him.
His skin was pale, his eyes a vivid green.
When he spoke, sharp fangs glimmered between his lips.
yet his face held only devotion—
and love.
He knelt and carefully lowered Kalies' feet to the ground, then looked up at him with trembling reverence.
"Master… do you remember me?"
Lord Kalies met his gaze, confusion clouding his thoughts.
"I… I do not know who I am," he said quietly.
"My past is empty.
All I remember is one name."
"Gretchen."
The demon smiled—soft, proud, and sorrowful all at once.
"You are the Lord of Death.
You grant every soul its passage to salvation.
When you dance, realms fall silent.
I have witnessed kings and queens kneel before you.
He pressed his forehead to the frozen ground.
"You are Lord Kalies."
Kalies turned away as his chest began to burn.
"Where is Gretchen?"
The demon stiffened.
His eyes widened, and he hesitated.
"I'm sorry, my lord."
He looked down….
"I can only walk beside you," the demon continued softly.
"I cannot lead you."
Rage ignited within Kalies.
"Foolish demon," he roared.
"I do not need fate's mercy!"
His voice tore through the silence.
"GRETCHEN—!"
The cry echoed throughout existence.
and all three realms trembled.
The demon disappeared from his sight.
"Lord, as my presence makes you uncomfortable, I will follow you as a voice and only allow you to see me when you demand it."
Kalies looked confused, unsure of where to begin.
He started to walk.
He saw his doomed kingdom—dead soldiers, laughter echoing, and creatures screaming in his ears.
He collapsed to the ground.
The demon appeared and gave him water to drink.
As he drank, it not only quenched his thirst—it flooded his mind with vivid memories.
Gretchen's laughter, his smile,
the glory of his kingdom,
his relatives,
his friends.
Kalies looked at the demon and asked,
"What did you give me?"
His eyebrows were raised, his eyes wide.
"That is water from the Divine Lake of the Ice Kingdom," the demon replied.
"It will awaken the ancestors to bless our journey.
The lake is time itself, and it will guide you, my lord."
Kalies struggled to stand and continued walking.
He turned back to look at his realm.
It looked like an abandoned ghost—no soul left behind.
The little demon and Lord Kalies gazed at the kingdom.
"Farewell, until the glory returns."
With a terrifying smile upon his lips and a smirk, Kalies said,
"If he is alive in any world, I will not stop until
He is in my arms, pressed against my chest.
You are mine—in any reality.
in any time,
in any universe.
I will claim all versions of you, Gretchen."
Before them, a void appeared.
The sound of thunder and storms echoed in the air.
Lord Kalies stepped into the void.
and his little demon—his shadow, with unwavering devotion—followed him.