Betrayed by Heaven, Reborn as the Blade the Gods Tried to Erase
The God-Slayer's Requiem (GSR)
Chapter 10: The Girl Who Heals Monsters
The slums of Lower Viremont didn't sleep.
They waited.
For scraps.
For violence.
For death.
Klai walked its narrow alleys under a hood, the academy's sigils concealed. The air smelled of rot, iron, and desperation—exactly as he remembered.
Nothing changes, he thought.
Not unless someone forces it to.
WHY HE CAME
The assassin's blade from the night before still burned faintly beneath his sleeve.
Not poison.
Curse residue.
A delayed divine tether meant to track and rot him from the inside.
Academy healers would report it.
Noble clerics would interrogate him.
So he came here instead.
THE FORBIDDEN CLINIC
It hid beneath a collapsed chapel.
Broken statues of forgotten gods lined the walls—faces scraped away by the Church centuries ago.
A single lantern glowed inside.
"You shouldn't be here," a soft voice said.
Klai stopped.
MEETING HER
She stepped into the light.
Silver hair tied back simply.
Eyes the color of rain-soaked leaves.
Clothes worn thin—but clean.
A healer.
Not trained by the Church.
Seraphina Vale.
She took one look at Klai—and paled.
"That curse…" she whispered. "Who did this to you?"
"A noble house," Klai replied.
Her jaw tightened.
"Sit."
HEALING WITHOUT PRAYERS
She didn't chant.
Didn't pray.
She placed her hand over the wound.
Green-gold light bloomed—wild, untamed, unregistered.
Klai stiffened.
This isn't divine healing.
It was life magic—raw, unbound.
Forbidden.
TRUTH BETWEEN BREATHS
"You're not a church healer," Klai said quietly.
She smiled sadly.
"I was born wrong."
She explained as she worked.
The Church branded her a heretic at twelve.
Her village hid her—until slavers came.
She escaped alone.
"I heal the ones the gods abandoned," she finished.
Her hands trembled slightly.
THE MOMENT THAT BREAKS HIM
The curse dissolved.
Completely.
Seraphina staggered, breath hitching.
Klai caught her before she fell.
"Why help me?" he asked.
She looked up at him.
"Because you didn't look at me like I was broken."
Something in his chest twisted.
In his first life—
No one had ever healed him.
INTERRUPTION
Steel boots echoed above.
Shouting.
Torches.
Slavers.
"Seraphina Vale!" a voice barked. "By order of the Church—"
The ceiling exploded.
BLOOD IN THE CHAPEL
Klai moved.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Three men fell before they realized he'd drawn his sword.
Chains shattered.
A fourth tried to run.
Didn't make it.
Silence returned.
Seraphina stared at the bodies.
"You killed them…"
"They would've sold you," Klai replied. "Or burned you."
She swallowed.
Then nodded.
A PROMISE
Klai offered his hand.
"Come with me."
"Where?"
"Somewhere the gods can't touch you."
Her fingers trembled—
Then she took it.
WATCHED FROM ABOVE
High above the slums, a divine sensor pulsed.
"He's gathering heretics now."
Another god whispered:
"He's becoming a symbol."
Iglesias stirred.
Not in anger.
In unease.
Chapter 11: The Academy Trial That Was Never Meant to Be Won
A god-sponsored test.
A rigged battlefield.
And a holy knight who starts questioning heaven.