Before Aizen ever reached the grey mountain, another story had already begun. A story of fear, betrayal—and the cruelty of gods who had no right to call themselves divine.
The moment Aizen unleashed the storm that wiped out Zelfhar's and Asmodeus's armies, a golden pulse burst through the entire surrounding region—so strong it shook the very walls of the rented house where the others were staying.
Inside that small home, Theodore's hands trembled.
"Is… that Aizen's power?" he whispered.
"It is," Lyra answered, fists clenched. "But at this rate… he'll collapse from exhaustion."
Mikaela bit her lip. "Then—then we must help him, right? We must go—"
Lyra shook her head sharply.
"No. He told us to stay hidden. If we go now, we'll only slow him down. We wait… and trust him."
Amethyst looked out the window, fear tightening his chest.
"But… the monsters near the mountain… what if they still lurk?"
"Then we follow Aizen's instructions," Theodore said bravely, though his voice wavered. "We avoid every road and stick to the cliffs."
Crystal tugged at Lyra's sleeve. "Sis Lyra… I'm scared…"
Lyra knelt, hugging the young girl gently.
"I know. But Aizen will come back. He always does. Today will be no different."
The group exchanged worried glances.
Then Lyra sighed.
"…But we need to get to that mansion before nightfall. Too dangerous here."
So together—
They cast a powerful sleeping spell on Aizen earlier to prevent him from waking while they fled the battlefield.
They gathered their bags.
They took one last look at the rented house.
Then they ran.
Arriving at the Mansion
The mansion near the grey mountain was silent when they reached it, but safe. The walls were thick stone. The grounds were clean. The interior was spacious and warm.
Aizen had chosen well.
He always thought ahead.
Lyra exhaled from relief.
"Let's rest first. Then we prepare food before Aizen comes home."
Everyone agreed immediately.
Crystal and Lina: ran to the bath first, splashing around and laughing.
Theodore: checked the windows for monsters.
Mikaela: cooked with Amethyst, who proudly carried vegetables too big for him.
Lyra: walked through the hall, touching the wooden railings, admiring the quiet home Aizen secured for them.
For a moment—
It felt peaceful.
Safe.
Warm.
Lyra looked up at the ceiling and whispered:
"Aizen… come home soon…"
But peace never lasts.
Not for them.
The Crack in Space
The sun had lowered. Colors of dusk painted the garden outside.
Everyone gathered there, enjoying the moment.
Lina ran around with Crystal, chasing butterflies.
Mikaela, exhausted, rested beneath a tree with Amethyst.
Theodore walked beside Lyra, talking quietly about the future—lessons, food, and whether Aizen would scold them for casting the sleeping spell.
Lyra laughed.
"He won't. He'll just pout a little."
That's when it happened.
The air beside them ripped open—like someone tearing silk.
A long, vertical crack split the garden space, glowing with a blinding heavenly light.
Lina froze.
Crystal screamed.
Lyra's instincts exploded.
"EVERYONE, GET BACK!!!"
But it was too late.
From the crack stepped three beings.
They were tall—inhumanly tall.
Clad in armor formed of star-metal, wings shimmering like bloody constellations. Their halos were cracked and twisted.
Celestial Gods.
But not the kind Lyra once knew.
Evil.
Corrupted.
Hungry.
The largest one stepped forward, silver hair flowing behind her like a whip of light.
Olivierr Auralisse… the evil alternate-universe version.
But her expression was nothing like the gentle, grieving Olivierr of the other universe.
This one smiled.
A cruel, amused smile.
"Oh? What do we have here…" she mused. "Children of the Beastman. And… a reincarnate goddess. Lovely."
Lyra's eyes widened.
"Olivierr…? No… your aura—your energy—this isn't the you I know!"
"Oh, trust me," the evil Olivierr purred. "I am exactly who you think. Just… with my morals corrected."
Then she snapped her fingers.
A Celestial God behind her moved instantly.
Faster than air.
Before anyone could even breathe—
Lina was grabbed by the hair and lifted like prey.
"AAAH—!! LYRA!!!"
The little girl screamed, legs kicking wildly.
"L-LINA!!!"
Theodore charged, magic blazing—but the second Celestial god slammed him into the ground with a single finger.
"Mmph—!!" he coughed blood.
Mikaela cast a protective barrier around Amethyst and Crystal—but the barrier shattered instantly under a Celestial's holy touch.
"Pathetic," the Celestial muttered.
Lyra roared, her dragon aura erupting.
"PUT HER DOWN!"
Olivierr smirked.
"No."
She gestured at the crack in space.
"Bring her through."
Lina was thrown inside the glowing distortion.
Her terrified scream echoed as she vanished.
"LINA—!!!" Lyra lunged in desperation.
But the other Celestials blocked her path with casual cruelty.
"Enough. All of you are coming with us," Olivierr said, her smile sweet and venomous. "We need the reincarnated goddess. The rest of you are bait."
Crystal sobbed, grabbing Lyra's arm.
"Don't—! Don't leave us—!!"
Lyra's eyes were wide, feral, full of hatred.
"You monster…"
Olivierr tilted her head.
"Yes. Exactly."
She snapped.
Chains of light shot from the crack, wrapping around Lyra, Theodore, and Crystal—dragging them inside.
Mikaela and Amethyst tried to fight but were kicked aside by the Celestial of Earth, collapsing in the grass, bleeding but alive.
All of them…
one by one…
Forced into the crack in space.
The last Celestial stepped through behind them.
But before he fully disappeared—
Olivierr paused.
Then, smiling sweetly, she blurred from existence and reappeared inside the mansion.
In Aizen's bedroom.
She plucked a red sheet of divine paper.
Then dipped her finger into the blood staining her hands.
Lina's blood.
Amethyst's blood.
Using it as ink.
She wrote the note slowly, lovingly, like crafting a masterpiece.
"Hello Fellow!
Your quite a strange Lion from my lineage!
So I took your family and friends just because I could annoy you.
Written by the Heavens Celestial God
—Olivierr."
She placed it neatly and vanished back into the crack, which sealed behind her with a soft hum.
The mansion became silent again.
Silent… and empty.
The Real Olivierr Watches
Far away—
The real Olivierr gasped.
Her crystal ball flickered violently, showing Lina being dragged away, Lyra screaming, Theodore bleeding.
"No… no… NO!"
Her voice cracked through the empty palace.
She fell to her knees.
"What have you done, my other self…? You attacked the reincarnate goddess of creation… You kidnapped her companions… You provoked the Black Lion…"
Her eyes widened with dread.
"Do you want to trigger the prophecy…?"
She clenched the crystal ball to her chest, trembling.
"Aizen Arcime… please… please don't lose yourself…"
Back to Aizen — Rage Unleashed
Aizen stared up at the sky above the mansion.
His entire body trembled—not from fear, but from something deeper.
Something hot.
Something metallic.
Something ancient.
His fingertips sparked with black lightning.
The earth under him cracked.
"My family… my pack… my mate…"
His voice was hollow.
"You took them…"
Black flames wrapped around his tail.
The wind died.
The sky dimmed.
The hairs on his arms rose.
His heartbeat sounded like thunder.
"…You evil Celestial bastards…"
His aura surged—violent, unstable.
A new kind of power—
not storm,
not beast,
not human—
Something older.
Something forgotten.
Something that terrified even the heavens.
A shadow rose behind him—
A monstrous silhouette with two glowing golden eyes.
Aizen's own eyes sharpened, glowing like suns.
"I'm coming for you."
His voice echoed like a god's command.
"And I WILL save them."
*A Flicker of a Monstrous Creature with 1 Head of a Lion and 10 Heads of different dragons With 1500 Wings and a Human like hands Attached to That Wings.*
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End of Chapter 89