Chapter 129: The God’s Court
Chapter 129: The God’s Court
The void screamed as the bridge shattered beneath Caelum’s feet. He didn’t fall. No—he hovered, defying gravity, his form distorting like a nightmare refusing to die.
I stepped back instinctively, gripping my blade, but the ground behind me was gone too. The entire realm—the Gods’ Cradle—was tearing itself apart. Cracks split across the sky, leaking tendrils of raw starlight and ancient energy.
"You think this ends with me?" Caelum growled, his voice warped and ancient. "You’ve only awakened the rot sleeping beneath the world."
I didn’t answer.
My blade glowed, reacting to something unseen. The Moon’s fire pulsed with wild rhythm, like it recognized something was wrong—terribly, cosmically wrong.
Then the stars fell.
Not light—not sparks—shards.
Fragments of constellations rained like weapons, piercing the divine air with shrieking velocity. Caelum shielded himself with a wave of darkness, but I was already leaping, blade first, slashing through space to reach him.
He met me in midair. Steel collided. Divine essence splintered the world around us. For a moment, we were just two forces—hate and vengeance, past and future—clashing where time forgot to breathe.
But something was rising from the chasm.
Not Caelum. Not me.
Something older.
Something wrong.
I felt it before I saw it. A hunger. A hum that vibrated through my bones. The chasm below glowed with colorless light, seeping into the edges of reality like ink in water.
Caelum’s eyes widened. "You’ve awakened it. The original void."
"What are you talking about?"
He smirked, bloody and broken. "You thought I was the root of the curse? No, girl. I was only its first host."
And then it spoke.
Not in words, but in echoes—pulling at my thoughts, my fears, my new emptiness where emotions used to live. It clawed at the hole left behind by my sacrifice. Filling it.
Come back.
Be the vessel.
Caelum’s body jerked then he laughed, even as black veins spread across his throat.
"It doesn’t want me anymore," he whispered. "It wants the one who survived it. The one who conquered it."
Me.
The chasm pulsed.
It rose.
And from it came me.
No, not me—not really. A shadow. A reflection. A mirror of the girl I used to be, before the sacrifice. Before the cradle. Before everything. Before betrayal.
Her eyes glowed silver. Her voice was mine.
"You broke yourself," she said, smiling gently. "I am what’s left."
I backed away slowly. "This isn’t real."
"She’s realer than either of us," Caelum rasped. "She’s what the gods sealed away. The first Moon Goddess. The one you replaced."
The imposter tilted her head, stepping toward me barefoot across nothingness. "You were born from my curse, Athena. My final attempt to undo the world that broke me."
"What do you want?" I demanded.
She smiled wider. "I want to finish what you started."
And then she lunged.
I barely deflected her blade. It was identical to mine—same shape, same weight—but it bled starlight instead of flame. Each clash sent ripples across the sky. Every blow was perfect because it was exactly how I’d strike.
She was me. Without doubt. Without restraint.
"You don’t have to fight," she whispered in my head. "Just let go. Let me bear the weight. Let me remake this broken world."
My grip faltered.
Caelum, now crawling toward the edge, shouted, "Don’t listen! It lied to me, too. That thing never wants peace."
"You would know," I snapped.
He spat blood. "I would."
The mirror goddess struck again. Her hand wrapped around my throat—cold, calm. "You don’t even remember why you’re fighting anymore, do you?" she murmured.
She was right.
I remembered being stabbed.
And I remembered power.
But nothing else.
No love.
No purpose.
Wasn’t that what I sacrificed?
And now—there was a hole in me. A hole this shadow could fill.
"No!" someone shouted from behind the darkness.
Who’s that.
How—?
It was the unknown man from earlier, he was running across fractured space, body flickering with strain. He shouldn’t have been able to reach this realm. Mortals didn’t belong here.
But he came anyway.
His eyes locked on mine.
I saw agony in them.
Love.
Loss.
Everything I had forgotten.
The mirror goddess sneered. "Shall I kill him again? Perhaps then you’ll finally stop fighting me."
Her blade turned toward him.
My rage came back—not as emotion, but as instinct.
And that was enough.
I roared, not like a human, not like a god—but like the Moon herself.
Silver light surged from my chest, burning her hand, tearing through her illusions.
She screamed, staggered.
But then—she laughed.
"Good. Fight me. Become me."
The realm twisted again. We were no longer on a battlefield but inside a memory—mine.
A bedroom.
A knife.
Lucas’s dead body.
Blood soaking the sheets.
"I didn’t do this," I whispered.
"No," she said softly. "But you believed it. And that made it real."
I crumpled to my knees.
This was the true trial.
Not a blade.
Not Caelum.
Myself.
Lucas touched my shoulder. "Athena."
My name on his lips shook the illusion.
"I don’t care if you remember me," he whispered. "But I remember you. And you fought like hell to save everyone—even if it meant forgetting everything."
I closed my eyes.
I had lost everything.
And still—I chose to fight.
The mirror cracked.
The shadow screamed and lunged one last time—
—and I stabbed her through the heart.
Her form shattered into dust.
And from it came a whisper: This isn’t over.
Then... silence.
The realm rebuilt itself, slowly. The void receded. The sky healed.
I stood in the center of the cradle, shaking.
Lucas caught me before I could fall.
I didn’t remember him.
But I trusted him.
Caelum was gone.
Or maybe, just somewhere else.
But the voice that haunted this realm—the ancient goddess behind the curse—had been released.
And somewhere... she was reforming.
Preparing.
Waiting.
And I...?
I had only just begun to understand what I’d become.
ATHENA – GODS’ COURT
The storm had not yet settled when the summons came.
The battlefield still smoked with the remnants of shattered skies and scorched stars. Caelum’s body, fractured and half-buried in what had once been sacred space, pulsed with a wrongness that would take lifetimes to cleanse. But before I could even touch the dust on my feet, the air split apart.
Not like a rift. Not like a portal.
But like a veil being lifted.
Out of that silence stepped the gods.
I did not know what to expect from them—not really. These were the beings who had cast Caelum from their midst, had watched from above as the world burned beneath his vengeance. I had imagined them omnipotent, cloaked in holy wrath, eyes gleaming with stars. noveldrama
But they were... different.
There were seven of them, and they shimmered like the bones of forgotten constellations—faint, but vast. I couldn’t see their faces. I could only feel their weight, their memory.
"You were never meant to rise," one of them said. Its voice echoed like temple bells struck underwater.
"But you did," another added. "And you did not flinch."
I didn’t speak.
Because how could I? I had given up everything. My emotions. My memories. My humanity. I no longer remembered my mother’s voice or Lucas’s laugh. I no longer yearned. I simply was.
Athena. The Moonfire. The blade reborn.
"We have watched you," a third said, stepping forward. "You ended what we could not. You bound Caelum in finality. You have paid the price we dared not ask."
There was silence, then a long, solemn sentence that felt like judgment.
"You are no longer of the realm below."
With a wave of unseen power, they beckoned—and I followed, walking through the rip in the world they had made.
The Realm of the Gods was not heaven. It was not gold or song or light. It was... stillness.
Every breath felt deliberate. Every sound echoed like it remembered the first note ever sung. Great mountains floated on clouds, held aloft by will alone. Rivers moved backward. Stars blinked directly in one’s peripheral vision.
I was led to a temple carved into the sky.
Its columns were not made of stone—but of silence itself, bound in form. And at its heart stood a throne.
My breath caught—not in emotion, but in recognition.
My name was etched into it.
ATHENA.
Not carved. Etched. Like it had always been there.
I stepped forward slowly. "Why is my name on this?"
The gods did not answer right away.
Instead, one of them gestured toward the basin beside the throne. In it, a pool of liquid time swirled—memories not my own, fates yet to unfold.
"You think your awakening began when Caelum stabbed you," the first god murmured. "But that was merely the spark."
"You were born for this," another added. "Not in blood, but in balance. Every age requires a force to hold what must be held."
"I was never told," I said flatly.
"Because you were never meant to know," the tallest god replied. "Your mortality was your test. And you passed."
I looked again at the throne. Cold. Sharp-edged. The moon crest above it pulsed faintly with power that hummed in sync with the core of me.
"And if I don’t sit?" I asked.
Silence again.
Then: "Another will. And they will not have your mercy."
I didn’t flinch.
But I remembered mercy as something warm. And I had not felt warmth since I stepped out of the Cradle.
"What about the realm below?" I asked. "They still bleed. The wolves still war. The gates are cracked."
"You may rule from here and still touch them," the gods said. "But you will not feel them. Not as you did."
Not as she did, the girl who once loved Lucas, who once cried beside Kieran.
That girl was dust now.
Only the goddess remained.
"I need answers," I said. "How did Caelum fall? Why me?"
The pool flared.
And then it showed me.
Caelum, once radiant, had challenged the first balance. He had demanded loyalty instead of love, fear instead of reverence. He had seduced the gods into silence and nearly broken the veil between godhood and dominion.
He had believed himself above consequence.
Until he found a mortal girl with a sliver of divine inheritance and decided she would be his undoing. Me.
I wasn’t chosen by prophecy. I was chosen by him.
And that was his final error.
Because the girl he tried to manipulate had become the vessel of his opposite—grit, defiance, sacrifice.
Balance.
When the vision faded, I opened my eyes.
And the gods were kneeling.
Kneeling.
"We do not bow," one said, "to remind the world we are gods."
"But we kneel now," another whispered, "because even gods require hope."
I stepped toward the throne.
But before I could take my place—before my fingers could touch the armrest etched with my name—the sky shattered.
It was not a sound. It was a rupture.
And something fell through it.
No—someone.
A scream rang out as a figure crashed into the divine court, wrapped in blood and smoke.
"Lucas," I said before I could think.
But the name rang empty on my tongue. I remembered the syllables. Not the soul.
He lay crumpled on the white stone, eyes wide with terror.
Behind him, a shadow clawed at the sky. Something massive. Ancient. Not Caelum.
Something worse.
"What have you done?" one of the gods cried.
"I followed her," Lucas rasped, dragging himself forward. "Something followed me."
"No one can enter here!" another snapped.
"I’m not no one," Lucas gasped. "I’m what she left behind."
Then he looked at me.
Not like a man who hoped for recognition.
But like a man begging to be remembered.
"Please," he whispered. "It’s me. Lucas. You loved me once. You died for me."
I stepped back.
His eyes... they were breaking. Cracking like mirrors.
"I’m sorry," I said. "But that memory is no longer mine."
He crumbled then—not from pain, but from loss.
And in that moment, the gods forgot me.
They turned instead to the sky.
Where the crack had widened.
And through it poured stars that bled.
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