Chapter 284: Chapter 284 : A Unwanted guest

Far from the mortal plane, in an eternal realm where light and shadow intertwined in perfect harmony, the Goddess of the Abyss, Sabrina, watched the chaos unfolding below.

From her throne of onyx and crystal, her gaze pierced through thousands of dimensions like ripples cutting through space.

The realm of the Abyssal Heavens was breathtaking—a wonder bathed in symphonic contrasts.rivers of silver light flowed through skies painted with galaxies.

Beneath them, dark mountains shimmered with halos of golden fire, their peaks splitting clouds woven from void and flame.

It was a place where creation and destruction lived side by side, seamlessly blending into a paradox of eternal beauty.

And at the very heart of that sacred paradox sat Sabrina.

Her beauty was beyond mortal description. Long, flowing hair darker than the deepest night cascaded behind her like a living ocean of shadow. Her eyes—crimson and gold—gleamed with divine mystery, each glance radiating the authority that could command stars or erase them from existence.

Her skin glowed faintly, alabaster smooth, touched by a gentle shimmer of violet energy. She wore a gown sculpted from starlight and flowing mist, exposing just enough of her ethereal form to make even gods lose focus.

At that moment, her attention was fixed through the mirror of reality, watching Kyle Celestian’s battle against the greatest anomaly she has ever saw the silver haired boy.

Her expression remained calm but faintly strained.

Suddely she felt the pressure of a power tearing apart her realm.

Then a voice, deep and rolling like thunder across eternity, echoed through her realm.

“Sabrina… oh, Sabrina. I must admit, I am truly amazed.”

Her head turned sharply. The mirror of creation before her flickered, and a blurry figure began materializing out of the blue haze. Its presence warped the space around it—the very fabric of the realm resisting his intrusion.

Sabrina’s tone turned cold.

“I never gave you permission to be here,” she said flatly. “State your purpose before I erase your projection. You’re trespassing in my domain.”

A low laugh resounded from the blurred figure.

“Still as sharp as ever, I see. But come now, don’t get hostile. I didn’t come to pick a fight.”

His silhouette grew clearer—tall, cloaked in light and abyss alike.

“I was simply curious,” he continued. “I never expected that you, of all beings, would choose him as your avatar.”

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed.

“You do remember, I offered you many better options,” the figure said with mild amusement. “But you chose that boy. Even Demeron—the silent one who hasn’t interfered for centuries—has chosen him as an avatar.

Now tell me,” his tone grew soft yet cutting, “what did you two see in that child that even I, his own father, could not?”

The goddess’s expression hardened, her voice sharp with restrained anger.

“Why we chose him is none of your concern,” Sabrina said sternly. “And you don’t deserve to call him your son.”

Her aura darkened. “You left him to die in a lower plane, abandoned and broken. You have no right to speak his name.”

Calming her tone slightly, she continued, “Besides, you have dozens of children, scattered across universes. Why fixate on him now?”

The figure’s voice deepened, shadowed by emotions.

“Because he was my youngest,” he said simply. “And for what it’s worth… I am impressed by what he’s become. Truly, Sabrina. He’s proven himself worthy. He finally resembles a son of mine.”

Sabrina folded her arms, unimpressed.

“Tell me something, then,” she said quietly. “Why send your own children into different worlds? Each one conquering, colliding, and dying. What are you searching for?”

For the first time, silence stretched between them.

When the figure finally spoke again, his tone was guarded.

“That is none of your concern.”

Sabrina leaned forward slightly, her crimson-gold eyes glowing.

“Then maybe I should phrase it differently,” she said, voice calm but dangerous. “Who are you looking for? Or should I say… what are you afraid of?”

The air burned cold.

From the blurred silhouette came a pulse of raw authority—the kind that could crush stars and rewrite laws of existence. The entire realm trembled violently.

“Watch your mouth, Sabrina,” the figure warned darkly. “Even for a primordial like you, there are limits you shouldn’t cross.”

Sabrina smiled for the first time, a slow, taunting smirk.

“Did I strike a nerve?” she whispered. “Perhaps a great celestial like yourself trembles at the shadow of someone stronger.”

The power in the chamber exploded outward, sending tremors through every corner of her realm. Yet she didn’t flinch.

“You don’t understand,” the figure thundered. “What I am doing—it’s not just for me. It’s for the entire cosmos for our existence.”

Sabrina sighed softly, her patience thinning.

“I’ve heard those words before,” she said. “Countless times. And they grow dull. So answer my real question: after all these ages, why are you watching Kyle now? For years, you ignored him.”

The silence that followed stretched long enough to make even the divine uneasy. Then, slowly, the figure replied.

“Because I found a clue,” he said. “A clue to him.”

Sabrina frowned. “Him?”

“The One.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “The One?” she repeated quietly.

The blurred man nodded. “Yes. The clue lies in the boy he’s fighting. I have a suspicion that either he is connected to him—or perhaps, he is him reborn.

Think about it, Sabrina. Even incomplete, those seven Sins he’s facing are strong enough to annihilate lower level gods in that plane. Yet that silver-haired mortal is holding his own.”

He waved a hand, and a vision flickered into existence between them—Alex, bloodied but standing his ground against the seven abyssal Sovereigns. The power radiating from him was otherworldly.

Sabrina tilted her head, watching the image closely.

“Yes,” she said softly. “He’s interesting, I’ll admit. Especially for someone without divine protection and without any backing of a god even I am surprised at his powers and now ibam even curious about him.

But being slightly interesting won’t save him. His end is near—he won’t last long against them.He is reaching his limits and soon he will die.”

The figure remained silent for a moment, then said, “I hope you’re right.”

Sabrina looked back at him with curiosity. “You said somethihn another a clue right, What clue, exactly, led you yo whoever are you trying to find or has already found tell me what is it that led you to come here what is that clue.?”

A faint smile flickered across the shadow’s unseen face.

“The alias,” he said. “Only one name remains known throughout eternity. No one remembers his real face, his true name, or how he defied the heavens. But his title…”

The darkness trembled around the figure as he uttered it.

“Lucifer Morningstar” he said. “The Devil himself. Now it’s etched in the tower of ascention.”

Sabrina’s blood ran cold. For a brief moment, even her aura faltered.

“Impossible, That lucifer or whatever isn’t real” she whispered. “That’s a myth. A cautionary tale—nothing more. ”

The figure laughed softly. “Ah, yes. I almost forgot how young you are compared to the oldest primordials. You ascended late, didn’t you?”

His voice grew sharp. “Don’t make the mistake of believing what higher beings call legends are only stories. Ask Demeron, if you dare. He remembers.”

Sabrina’s frown deepened. Her tone was firm, laced with threat.

“I don’t care for your riddles,” she said coldly. “Just stay away from Kyle. You abandoned your right to call him your son long ago.”

The shadow chuckled darkly.

“If that’s true, then tell me—why haven’t *you* told him about me yet? You know he’ll learn eventually. When that time comes,” his voice darkened further, “he will choose between us.”

Sabrina’s face hardened. “And when that day comes,” she said quietly, “you and I will stand as enemies.”

The figure’s laughter deepened until the entire realm shook from it.

“Enemies?” he said mockingly. “Oh, Sabrina… how do you know he’ll even live long enough to become my enemy? He might die today for all we know.”

Sabrina didn’t answer. She simply glanced back toward the void-screen showing Kyle’s struggle and clenched her fist.

The figure’s tone shifted again, colder now.

“That silver-haired one your precious child is fighting… he’s fascinating. To harness such power without divine backing—it’s almost poetic. If nothing else, Kyle’s battle has been useful to me.”

He paused, almost amused. “Tell your little champion this: I acknowledge him as my son now.”

Sabrina’s expression turned murderous. Her aura erupted in silent fury, black and violet energy flooding across the realm.

But before she could speak again, the blurred figure faded—collapsing into drifting mist until nothing remained.

Silence returned, broken only by the eerie hum of the cosmos around her.

Sabrina slowly sat back upon her throne, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her knuckles whitened on the armrests as her anger barely restrained itself. The entire realm trembled faintly under the weight of her contained rage.

’That damned man,’ she thought coldly. ’Even after all this time… still playing god with his own children using them as toys to fulfill his own desires.’

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