The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

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"Are you all prepared?" Kael asked as he took a deep breath.

His voice was calm, but the weight behind it could be felt by everyone present.

Steampunk adjusted his monocle slightly and gave a small nod.

"We have prepared to the fullest from our end," he said, and then shook his head faintly. "But as you know, in such situations, no preparation is enough."

A brief silence followed.

The air grew heavier, and no one spoke.

Everyone understood what was coming.

The Gods….

One question lingered in the minds of many.Why had they not attacked yet?

Should they not have already descended and crushed everything before it even began?

The answer was simple.

Timing.

Kael would become vulnerable the moment the process started, and that was the only window where he could truly be killed.

Christina had succeeded before because they had not expected it.They had never believed it was possible.

Those beings above were arrogant, and they ruled with absolute confidence and believed no one could rise beyond their control.

By the time they realized the truth, it had already become too late.

Even now, Kael still found it hard to fully accept that Christina had become a Goddess.

Christina stepped forward.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes were serious and focused.

"Before you jump in, let me give you a brief," she said.

Kael looked at her and nodded slightly.

"For years, we have spread rumors about your return," she continued.

"The authority and belief we spread depict you as the God of Slaughter."

She paused for a moment and then spoke again.

"A destroyer and a devourer."

Her gaze deepened slightly as she looked at him.

"You need to stir your belief toward it and gather your faith around that."

Kael nodded slowly.

His eyes shifted toward the countless figures kneeling before him.

They would support him, and they would act as anchors, and they would provide the power of faith.

"But is that enough?" Kael asked quietly.

Steampunk let out a faint chuckle.

"Don't worry. We have many people. It is just a handful of them who are here."

"There are many hidden saintesses."

Asana stepped forward quietly.

She reached out and gently grabbed Kael's hand.A cold sensation spread through him, calm and steady, and he turned his gaze toward her.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "It is going to be okay."

Kael gave a faint nod, but deep inside, a trace of concern still lingered.

It would not be just the Gods.

There were other things.

Those ancient forces and those enemies he had once struck down would not remain silent.

"Gooo!"

The voices of the crowd suddenly rose.

They echoed across the entire dimension, and the sound grew stronger with each passing second.

Kael took a step forward.

Then he leaped.

His figure blurred and disappeared from where he stood.

In the next moment, he appeared above the shattered throne made of black light.The throne trembled slightly as if recognizing him.

Then he sat on it.

The moment his body settled onto the throne, the entire dimension reacted violently.

His figure looked different.

Majestic and terrifying.

His white hair moved slightly as invisible energy surged around him, and his eyes glowed faintly with a deep crimson light. An overwhelming pressure spread from his body and pressed down on everything around him.

He looked like something that should not exist.

He wasn't a human nor any divine being.

Like Something in between.

"Begin."

Christina's voice rang out sharply as she raised her hand.

The worshipers moved instantly.

Thousands upon thousands of figures slammed their foreheads to the ground at the same time.

BOOOOOOOOM!

A massive resonance spread across the dimension, and the sound echoed endlessly.

Voices erupted.

"Hail The Destroyer!"

"Hail the Slayer of Evil!"

"Hail the Devourer!"

The chants shook the very structure of the dimension.

The moment Kael sat on the throne, something changed inside him.Countless ravings began to emerge in his mind.

At first, it was chaotic and loud.

Overlapping voices filled his head, and each voice carried a different emotion, a different belief, and a different story.

But as he focused, he realized something that made his eyes narrow slightly.These were not just the voices of the people present here.

They were coming from everywhere.

Across lands, across hidden territories, and across cities and villages.

In places touched by cruelty and suffering, the Heretic Sect had become hope.

It had protected the weak, and it had sheltered those abandoned by the world, and it had nurtured its roots in silence while growing stronger with each passing year.

People who had nothing believed in it and people who had suffered clung to it.

Their faith had not been forced rather it had been earned.

And now all of it was flowing toward him.

Kael's fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of the throne.

The surface beneath his hand was no longer stable. The black light that formed the throne began to shift slowly, like liquid darkness responding to his will. Faint crimson veins started to spread across it, pulsing gently as if the throne itself had gained a heartbeat.

"So it was this big…" he muttered under his breath.

Even noble families had come under their protection, and even hidden powers had chosen to align with them.

With the backing of two gods, it had been easy to hide for so long, otherwise there was no way the Sect could have survived the joint persecution of all forces.

Faith surged and belief started to condense.

The concepts around him began to take shape.

Slaughter.

Chaos.

Destruction.

Devour.

They wrapped around him like living entities and tried to merge with his existence.

The air around Kael began to distort.

A faint outline of his body flickered, as if his existence was becoming unstable and expanding at the same time. Crimson shadows started to form behind him, stretching outward like wings made of flowing blood and darkness.

The throne beneath him responded further.

Its shape grew larger.

Sharper.

The broken edges of black light extended outward and formed jagged patterns that looked like thorns. At the back of the throne, a faint halo of distorted symbols began to rotate slowly, each symbol representing fragments of the concepts he was absorbing.

The pressure in the dimension increased.

The kneeling worshipers pressed their heads even lower, their bodies trembling under the growing weight.

Kael's breathing slowed.

His chest rose and fell steadily as he allowed the flow to continue.

More voices poured into his mind.

It did not remain chaotic anymore.

It began to align and follow a single direction directed at him.

The crimson glow in his eyes deepened, became brighter and heavier.

As if something ancient had awakened within them.

His skin faintly shimmered, and thin lines of red light appeared across his arms and neck. They looked like cracks, yet they did not break him. Instead, they held something inside, something that seemed ready to burst out at any moment.

The sky above cracked further.

Not like glass.

But like reality itself was being peeled apart.

Through those cracks, deeper darkness could be seen, and within that darkness, countless faint shadows moved as if observing his transformation.

The throne pulsed again.

This time stronger.

A deep vibration spread outward, and the geometric patterns beneath him accelerated rapidly, forming a massive circular formation centered around the throne.

Kael remained still but his presence expanded.

But he wasn't alone.

Along with him,the entire world was erupted with chaos.