Betrayed by Heaven, Reborn as the Blade the Gods Tried to Erase
The God-Slayer's Requiem (GSR)
Chapter 9: When a Noble House Decides You Must Die
The decision to kill Klai Valerius was made over wine.
In a candlelit chamber lined with ancestral portraits, House Crestmoor gathered—not in rage, but in cold calculation.
Lord Arcturus Crestmoor, head of the family, listened in silence as his third son lay unconscious on a velvet couch, mana veins still unstable.
"He shattered Halvren's core for a full breath," a healer whispered. "Another strike and your son would be crippled for life."
The lord's fingers tightened around his goblet.
"A commoner," he said softly.
"A child."
The room darkened.
THE VERDICT
"Erase him."
No anger.
No theatrics.
Just inevitability.
"Make it clean," Arcturus continued. "No academy scandal. No witnesses. If he resists—frame him as a Void cult sympathizer."
The family assassin bowed.
"As you command."
THE NIGHT HUNT
Klai felt it before it happened.
A shift in air pressure.
Mana displacement behind him.
He stopped mid-step in a lantern-lit corridor leading to the dormitory wing.
Four heartbeats, he calculated.
Two above. One behind. One cloaked.
Professional.
THE FIRST STRIKE
A blade descended from above—black steel, anti-magic runes carved deep.
Klai twisted, letting the dagger graze his shoulder instead of his neck.
Pain bloomed.
He welcomed it.
He moved.
A precise elbow shattered a rib. A palm strike crushed a throat.
The second assassin never screamed.
THE ONE WHO WAITED
Applause echoed softly.
"Well done," a woman's voice said.
She stepped from the shadows.
Black hair braided tight. Crimson cloak clasped with a silver sigil.
Lysenne Noctvale.
House Noctvale's heir.
The academy's shadow queen.
THE TEST
"You sensed them," she said. "Most don't."
"They were sloppy," Klai replied.
Her eyes sharpened.
"You were meant to die tonight."
"I know."
"Why didn't you run?"
Klai met her gaze.
"Running teaches them I'm afraid."
A pause.
Then she smiled—slow, dangerous.
"Interesting answer."
THE REAL ATTACK
The ground erupted.
A sigil detonated beneath Klai's feet—binding magic, layered and lethal.
Crestmoor brought an executioner, Klai realized.
A massive figure emerged from the darkness—enchanted armor, crimson halberd glowing with sacrificial runes.
A Sanctioned Noble Enforcer.
Lysenne's expression changed.
"That's excessive."
WHEN INSTINCT MEETS EXPERIENCE
Klai drew his sword.
For the first time in this life.
The blade hummed—not with mana, but with memory.
He stepped forward.
The enforcer swung.
Klai parried—not the weapon, but the intent.
The halberd shattered.
Shock froze the courtyard.
Klai struck once.
The enforcer fell.
Dead before hitting the ground.
SILENCE
Lysenne stared.
"That technique," she whispered. "That wasn't academy swordplay."
"No."
"What was it?"
Klai cleaned the blade.
"Something the gods banned."
Her breath caught.
THE CHOICE
Alarms began to ring.
Footsteps approached.
Lysenne moved fast.
"This never happened," she said. "I'll erase the traces."
"Why?" Klai asked.
She hesitated.
Then answered honestly.
"Because if they kill you… this world stays rotten."
She leaned closer.
"And because I want to see how far you fall—or rise."
Their eyes locked.
An unspoken pact formed.
DIVINE ECHO
In Celestara, a god stirred.
"He killed a sanctioned enforcer…"
Fear crept into the heavens.
The name Klai Valerius was carved into divine ledgers.
Not as prey.
As a threat.
To be continued.
Chapter 10: The Girl Who Heals Monsters
A healer from the slums.
A forbidden power.
And the first crack in Klai's emotional armor.