The sky in the God Realm was not like any sky known to mortals.
It burned.
Golden clouds rolled like fire, and thunder moved without sound. Floating palaces stood above endless light, shining like stars that never died. This was the land where gods lived—proud, cruel, and untouchable.
But even in such a place… sin could grow.
Inside a quiet chamber, hidden deep within the lower palace halls, a woman screamed.
"Please… please stop it!" she cried, her voice breaking.
She was a palace maid—young, trembling, and covered in sweat. Her name was Lira.
And she was not alone.
Standing before her was a man with cold eyes and a body that glowed faintly with divine light. His name was Lord Vael.
A god.
"You should have thought of this before," Vael said calmly. "You dared to tempt a god. Now you carry what should not exist."
Lira shook her head weakly. "I didn't… I didn't seduce you… you—"
"Silence."
His voice cut her words like a blade.
"You think anyone will believe you?" he continued. "A maid… accusing a god?"
Tears rolled down her face.
The truth did not matter here.
Power did.
Another scream tore from her throat as pain gripped her body. The child was coming.
Outside the chamber, armored guards stood still, their faces empty. They had heard everything. But none of them would move.
Because this child… was forbidden.
Moments later, a cry echoed.
A newborn.
Small. Fragile. Alive.
Lira held the child tightly, her hands shaking. "My son…" she whispered, her voice filled with fear and love. "My little one…"
The baby's eyes slowly opened.
They were not normal.
One eye glowed faint gold.
The other… deep black.
Vael's expression changed for the first time.
"…A defect," he muttered.
The door burst open.
Three figures entered.
They wore long robes, their presence heavy and suffocating. These were High Gods—the rulers of the realm.
At their center stood a woman with a crown of silver light.
"Lord Vael," she said coldly. "Explain this."
Vael bowed slightly. "A mistake. It will be handled."
Lira clutched the baby tighter. "No! Please! Don't take him!"
The crowned woman stepped forward.
Her eyes fell on the child.
For a brief moment… something unreadable passed through her gaze.
Then it vanished.
"This child cannot remain here," she declared. "Half-bloods are not allowed in the God Realm."
"He's innocent!" Lira cried. "Please! I beg you—"
"Innocent?" another god scoffed. "His very existence is a stain."
The crowned woman raised her hand.
"Punishment will be given."
Lira froze.
"Lira, palace maid," the woman said, her voice like cold iron. "You have committed an unforgivable act. You will be stripped of your life and cast into the Void."
"No… no… PLEASE!"
"And the child…" she continued.
The room fell silent.
Even Vael looked slightly uneasy.
"…will be banished to the Mortal Realm."
Lira's heart stopped.
"No… don't… he won't survive…"
"He will," the crowned woman said. "Or he will die. Either way, the problem is solved."
Lira screamed and tried to run—but the guards grabbed her.
"Give me my son! PLEASE!"
The baby began to cry louder, as if feeling her fear.
For a moment…
The crowned woman hesitated.
Then she hardened her heart.
"Take him."
A guard stepped forward and pulled the child from Lira's arms.
Her scream echoed through the halls.
"MYYYY SONNNNN!!!"
The child was carried away.
Toward exile.
Toward suffering.
Toward a destiny no one could see.
Far below the God Realm…
A storm began in the Mortal World.
Lightning split the sky.
Wind roared across empty land.
And from the heavens…
A small body fell.
Wrapped in divine light.
The child crashed into the earth.
The light faded.
Silence returned.
And just like that…
A god's child became nothing more than an abandoned orphan.