Chapter 238: Sealing Immortal Lord Jaenor

The transformed daemon goddess poured everything into maintaining her hold. This was the being she’d created, the son she’d consumed, and she knew his nature better than anyone. Knew where his power was concentrated, knew how his chaos flowed.

She used that knowledge now, her fourteen arms directing energy to specifically counter his movements, to predict and prevent his attempts at breaking free.

Jaenor struggled against her binding, his body straining, his chaos surging, but fourteen points of control were harder to overcome than six had been. She’d multiplied her effectiveness by absorbing the Seven Sins, and now that multiplication was proving decisive.

“Now!” Suyajna commanded.

“While I hold him! Complete the seal!”

Kailthrys didn’t hesitate.

She channeled power from all six Sovereigns again, consolidated it, amplified it with her own authority, and directed it through Suyajna’s form into the remaining seal markers.

The binding resumed spreading, faster this time, more aggressively. The brief interruption had shown them they couldn’t afford caution or gradual progression.

They needed to complete this quickly or risk total failure.

Suyajna was putting all her energy into making the seal stronger and keeping him bound. She was losing a lot of energy as Jaenor was resisting her.

She was quite shocked to see how he had gained this sort of power in such a short amount of time.

Jaenor felt the seal creeping through his system again, felt more of his power being locked away. He fought desperately, channeling chaos in ways he’d never attempted, trying techniques that came from pure instinct rather than conscious understanding.

Jaenor still hadn’t solidified his chaos origin, and so he wasn’t able to fully unleash his powers.

But fourteen arms held him.

Six Sovereigns pressured him.

One Sovereign Queen coordinated everything with divine precision.

The mathematics were against him.

“The seal is spreading too fast,” Vorathys observed.

“At this rate, we’ll have him completely contained within minutes. But where do we put him? We need a prison that can hold someone of his nature.”

“We make one,” Kailthrys said.

“Right here. Chronalis, Local temporal manipulation. Compress centuries into seconds. Reinforce the stone and stabilize the ground. Aethormor, expand the spatial dimensions within that cleave. Make it bigger on the inside than outside; create a pocket that exists partially outside normal reality.”

The two Sovereigns immediately began working, their divine abilities reshaping the massive wound Jaenor’s attack had carved into the earth.

The cleave deepened, widened, and became a chasm that descended miles into the planet’s crust.

But instead of being open to the surface, Aethormor folded space, creating a ceiling that sealed the prison from above while maintaining structural integrity.

Inside, Chronalis aged the stone through millennia in seconds, creating layers upon layers of compressed rock. She cooled magma into additional barriers and created formations that would normally take millions of years to develop.

Within two minutes of focused divine effort, they’d created a prison deep within the ground itself. A space that existed partially outside normal reality, reinforced by time-compressed terrain, sealed by spatial manipulation.

A tomb specifically designed to contain someone who could reshape reality through chaos.

“It’s ready,” Aethormor announced.

“The prison is prepared. We can transfer him now.”

“Suyajna,” Kailthrys said.

“Move him into position. Carefully. Don’t give him any opportunity to break free during the transfer.”

The transformed daemon goddess’s fourteen arms contracted, pulling Jaenor’s struggling form toward her, then guiding him downward toward the entrance to the newly created prison.

He fought every inch of the movement. His body became slippery and hard to grip, transforming into forms that should have made physical restraint impossible. His chaos surged, trying to corrode the dark energy holding him.

But Suyajna had prepared for this. Each of her fourteen arms carried different aspects of the Seven Sins’ power, and she cycled through them continuously, never giving Jaenor’s adaptability time to counter any single approach.

When he became slippery, she used Greed’s grasping nature to hold him anyway. When he tried to corrode her bindings, she used Sloth’s draining power to weaken his efforts. When he attempted to intimidate her into releasing him, she used Pride’s arrogance to ignore his threats.

Slowly, inexorably, she guided him down into the chasm, into the prison the Sovereigns had created.

As they descended, Jaenor’s struggles became more desperate. He could feel what was coming and understood that once they got him into that prison and completed the seal, his freedom would be measured in centuries rather than moments.

“You think this can stop me. You think sealing me away will stop your death at my hands.”

“I know,” Suyajna said, and her seven-toned voice carried amusement.

“And you won’t be getting out of this any time soon. You have become too powerful and unpredictable. This isn’t about punishment. It’s about necessity.”

They reached several hundred feet deeper into the ground, where the prison space opened into a vast chamber reinforced by divine power and natural stability.

The Sovereigns descended behind them, forming a circle around the chamber’s perimeter. Their combined presence made the air itself feel heavy, oppressive, and inescapable.

“Final phase,” Kailthrys announced.

“Complete the seal. Lock him down completely. And then establish the prison barriers.”

Divine power flowed again, channeling through Suyajna into the seal markers, and the binding accelerated to its conclusion.

Jaenor felt his chaos being locked away entirely now. The Origin Aura threads were completely sealed. The surrounding chaos was being compressed, contained, and rendered inert. Even his consciousness was starting to blur, his thoughts becoming sluggish.

And that’s when he realized what Suyajna was doing.

She wasn’t just sealing his power; she was paralyzing him. Using her intimate knowledge of his nature, gained from having consumed him, to shut down his ability to access his own capabilities.

It was insidious and subtle.

By the time he recognized what was happening, it was too late to effectively counter.

His eyes began to dim.

The brilliant colors are fading to something duller, less vibrant. His body stopped struggling, not because he’d given up but because the signals from his mind to his muscles were being intercepted, blocked, and prevented from manifesting as action.

“Sleep,” Suyajna whispered, her fourteen arms carefully lowering him to the chamber floor.

Jaenor tried to respond, tried to voice his anger and fear and desperate refusal to accept this fate. But his voice wouldn’t work. His body wouldn’t move. Even his thoughts were becoming fuzzy and indistinct, like trying to think through thick fog.

The last thing he saw clearly was Suyajna’s four eyes looking down at him with an expression of relief. The last thing he felt was the final seal marker clicking into place, completing the binding.

Then everything went dark.

Not the darkness of closed eyes or nighttime.

The darkness of consciousness suspended, of existence placed into stasis, of being trapped in a moment that would stretch across centuries.

Jaenor Arkwright, who had transcended death itself, who had fought a Sovereign Queen and made her back down, and who had achieved power that made gods uncertain, was sealed.

The Sovereigns maintained their positions for several more minutes, ensuring the seal was stable and that no cracks or weaknesses had been left in the binding. They established additional barriers around the chamber itself, layers upon layers of divine authority that would take tremendous force to breach.

Finally, Kailthrys spoke.

“It’s done. He’s contained.”

She looked at Suyajna, who remained in the chamber, her fourteen arms finally still, her four eyes staring at Jaenor’s motionless form.

From the surface, there was no indication that anything lay beneath.

Just a massive scar across the landscape where Jaenor’s deflected attack had struck, slowly being reclaimed by nature.

Deep below, in darkness and silence and divine binding, Jaenor slept.

Trapped in a prison designed by gods, sealed by daemon power, held in stasis by his own mother’s final manipulation.

The being who’d achieved the impossible, who’d transcended mortality and fought divinity to a standstill, was removed from the world he’d tried to protect.

And above, in the devastated battlefield, those who’d witnessed everything stood in stunned silence, trying to process what they’d just seen.

The cosmic order had reasserted itself.

The anomaly had been contained.

Balance had been restored.

But somehow, watching the Sovereigns seal away someone who’d only wanted to protect his loved ones and be left alone, it felt less like justice and more like tragedy.

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