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Night settled over the Gremory estate like a velvet curtain, calm and unassuming — the kind of night that belonged to mortals, not to beings who remembered the silence before reality was born.
Kaelthar stood alone near the far edge of the garden, beyond the lamps and trimmed hedges, where the world felt quiet enough for ancient thoughts to knock on his mind.
Nyxara was alive.Asleep, but alive.
He hadn't felt that presence in… eons. Not since before this universe, before the layers of existence had solidified like cooling magma. A warmth lingered in his chest from the memory — the first real warmth he'd felt in countless lifetimes.
But that warmth faded quickly, replaced by a cold heaviness.
Nyxara was the only one.
She was the last.
He already knew it. But now, sensing her again, he could no longer avoid the truth that pressed against his heart like a blunt blade.
His sisters.His brothers.The Primordials.The Firstborn.
Gone.
Not slain in battle.Not erased by rivals.But lost — dissolved into the very fabric of creation.
Their bodies, their cores, their wills… broken down into fundamental forces, concepts, and fragments that became the bones of reality.
Their light became stars.Their breath became time.Their blood became mana.Their thoughts became the laws that shaped multiverses.
Creation was the tombstone of the Firstborn.
Kaelthar closed his eyes, letting the breeze brush past him.
He murmured softly, almost to himself, "I was the one who built it… but they were the ones who held it together."
A faint ache — old, familiar — throbbed in his chest.
He stretched his awareness again, this time deeper, not searching for one presence but for a hundred… a thousand… all the ones he once called kin.
He slid his essence into the cosmic currents, listening for the faintest whisper of a living sibling.
For anything.
For anyone.
But all he found were echoes.
Faint flickers of consciousness long extinguished, broken into dust and woven into the mechanisms of worlds that no longer remembered their creators.
One fragment pulsed in a distant universe — the remnant of Aesthor, his elder brother whose flesh had become the constant speed of light.
Another fragment drifted in a crystallized space-time membrane — the last shard of Velia, whose voice had become the primordial songs of gravity.
Another fragment shimmered faintly within the quantum substrate of an infant cosmos — the dying ember of Serath, whose heart had become the rules that governed matter's stability.
But fragments were not life.
Fragments were not siblings.
Kaelthar opened his eyes, breath steady, but his gaze heavy with the weight of infinity.
"So," he whispered, "it really is just you and me now, Nyxara."
He didn't sound surprised.He didn't sound angry.Just… resigned.
Rias approached quietly, barefoot on the grass. She didn't speak at first — she could sense the heaviness around him, something more profound than any devil instinct could decipher.
"Kael," she said softly, touching his arm.
He looked down, and the moment she saw his eyes — the vast, distant sorrow hiding behind calm gold — her expression melted. She stepped in, wrapping her arms around him without asking, pressing her forehead to his chest.
"You feel far away," she murmured. "Even though you're right here."
Kaelthar placed a hand behind her back, grounding himself in her warmth. "Just thinking."
"About that presence you sensed again?"
"…About much more than that."
She didn't push. She just held him, letting the silence settle between them.
Finally, Kaelthar spoke, voice low.
"I searched for the others."
Rias stiffened slightly. She knew what 'others' meant — not friends, not allies, but beings whose very concept dwarfed gods.
"Did you find anything?" she whispered.
"Fragments," he said. "Pieces of them scattered across creation. But no living will. No consciousness. No voice."
Rias hesitated, then asked gently, "So they're…?"
"Gone," Kaelthar answered. Not dramatic. Not emotional. Just a statement of truth. "Their essences became part of all things that were built. Their deaths gave shape to existence."
Rias held him tighter. "I'm sorry."
Kaelthar exhaled softly, brushing a hand through her hair.
"I knew they were gone," he said. "Long before I descended here. But confirming it…" He let the sentence trail off. "Even for someone like me, it changes something."
Rias looked up, eyes soft. "But Nyxara… she's alive."
A faint smile tugged at Kaelthar's lips. "Yes. She is."
Rias tilted her head. "What is she to you?"
He paused — not because the answer was complicated, but because the emotions were.
"She's…" He searched for the right word. "A companion. Someone who was always there when the universe was still a thought. Someone who never cared about creation, only about staying beside me."
Rias blinked. "So she's… loyal?"
"In her own strange way," he chuckled. "She's also unpredictable. Dangerous. Lazy to a cosmic fault. And if she wakes up, the multiverse will shiver."
Rias swallowed. "Is she stronger than—"
"No," Kaelthar said instantly, gently. "But she is different. A kind of different that mortals could never understand."
He looked at the sky again, eyes narrowing slightly as he reached out spiritually toward the distant void where Nyxara slept.
"Only she remains," he murmured. "The last shadow of before."
Rias leaned against him, quiet for a long moment.
"Will you bring her here someday?"
Kaelthar smiled faintly. "When she wakes on her own. She always hated being disturbed."
Rias chuckled softly. "Sounds like a handful."
"You have no idea."
They stood together, the night breeze swirling around them.
But Kaelthar's mind drifted once more — not to sadness, but to resolve.
His siblings were gone.Their legacy scattered in every particle of existence.Every universe was a monument to them.
But Nyxara slept.Nyxara lived.And one day, she would rise again.
When that day came… the multiverse would remember what it meant to tremble.
Kaelthar lifted his gaze to the stars.
"Sleep well," he whispered to the distant void.
"Because when you rise, my old friend… the beginning begins again."
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