Far beyond the mortal realm, deep within a void untouched by time—The assassin staggered into existence.His robes were torn. His body was intact. But his soul—His very essence— Was scarred. Never before had he felt such crippling suppression. Never before had he been forced to retreat.
And worst of all—Never before had he been humiliated. By a mere child. A mortal-born Overlord Saint.His fingers trembled.His blade, once an instrument of divine will, now felt like an empty relic. "How… how could I have fallen so low?" His whisper echoed into the abyss.But the abyss, listened. And then—It answered.
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A voice older than the stars slithered through the darkness. "You seek power." The assassin's breath hitched.He did not speak— But the abyss knew his heart. It knew his desperation.It knew his hate. "The heavens have forsaken you. Their decree has failed. But the abyss… does not fail."
Darkness coiled around him like living tendrils, whispering promises of vengeance beyond fate itself.The assassin hesitated.
He was an assassin .
A slayer of those who were deemed unworthy to live.
And yet— how did it end for him?
Powerless against Alexander Magnus?
His hands clenched into fists.
Power.
That was all that mattered.
He stepped forward.The abyss welcomed him.And in that moment— he found himself before them.
The Abyssal Court
As the assassin's body descended into the abyss, the darkness parted, revealing a vast, black throne room. At its center, a table older than time itself floated in the void. Around it sat ten ancient beings—Some grotesque, their forms shifting and writhing. Some monstrous, covered in black chitin and abyssal flames. Some impossibly beautiful, yet their presence was more terrifying than any nightmare. They were Abyssal Lords—entities that had existed before the heavens themselves. And they had been watching. A being cloaked in pure void, whose face was an empty abyss, turned its gaze toward the kneeling assassin. "Another failure of the surface seeks our blessing." A twisted chuckle echoed from a serpentine entity, its dozens of eyes gleaming with amusement.
"You wish for revenge against the Overlord Saint? How amusing. Do you not realize what he is?"
The assassin's hands shook—but not with fear. With fury."I do not care what he is. I will see him fall." A woman draped in ethereal darkness, her lips curving in amusement, leaned forward."Bold words… for a broken man. You do not even understand the enemy you face." The assassin gritted his teeth. "Then tell me."
The Abyssal Lords fell silent. Then, the being of pure void spoke.
"Alexander Magnus… is a paradox. He is something that should not exist. A convergence of dominion and sanctity, two opposing forces made whole. Even we… do not know what he will become."
The assassin's breath caught. Even the Abyss did not know his limits? But the dark serpent hissed, its voice dripping with poison.
"That is why he must be destroyed."
The air trembled. The assassin felt a thousand ancient wills pressing down on him. The Abyss did not fear Alexander Magnus. But they did not understand him. And that alone was enough for them to want him erased.
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A new presence loomed in the abyss—Something dark, something ancient, something unseen by even the heavens themselves. And then—A blade manifested before him.It pulsed with abyssal hunger. A blade that did not merely kill.
It erased.
Devoured.
Twisted fate itself to the wielder's will.
A blade that had only one purpose—To bring ruin upon the Overlord Saint.The voice of the abyss whispered once more.
"Take the blade. Become its master.Become the Abyssal Executor."
The assassin reached out.His fingers wrapped around the hilt—And in that instant—His body ceased to be human. His bones blackened, reforged in the fires of forgotten destruction. His eyes burned with violet hellfire, seeing beyond the constraints of mortality. He was no longer a warrior of the heavens. He was a harbinger of the abyss. A whisper crawled into his mind—
"You will not simply kill him. You will unmake him."
The assassin's lips curled into a slow, twisted grin.
"Alexander Magnus…""I will show you a fate worse than death."