๋ก๊ทธ์ธBy the following morning, the rumors had grown teeth.What had started as a strange story about twenty employees being dismissed from Lucas's company had become something far uglier. Every hour brought a new version of the story, and every version seemed more ridiculous than the one before it.Someone claimed the employees had uncovered illegal activities.Another insisted Lucas had fired them because they had threatened to expose a secret.Someone else swore the twenty workers had all disappeared.That one gained thousands of shares before anyone bothered to question how twenty people could simply vanish from one of the most recognizable companies in the city without a single police report.But the internet had never needed facts to create a monster.It only needed a rumor.And Lucas was becoming one.Screenshots began circulating.Old photographs.Business articles.Blurry pictures of him leaving his company.People dissected every expression on his face as though his eyebrows held
It began so quietly that no one noticed.There was no explosion.No bloodshed.No supernatural battle tearing through the streets.There was simply a man sitting at his desk, staring at a computer screen, unable to remember why he had opened it.His name was Daniel.He had worked for Lucas for nearly four years.He was responsible. Punctual. Reliable.The sort of employee managers rarely had to worry about.Yet, for the past three weeks, Daniel had begun arriving late.At first, it was fifteen minutes.Then thirty.Then an hour.When his supervisor asked him about it, Daniel would stare blankly for several seconds before answering.โI don't know.โIt wasn't laziness.It wasn't rebellion.Something was wrong.And Daniel wasn't the only one.Across Lucas's company, little things had begun changing.Employees forgot passwords they had used every day for years.Meetings were missed.Documents were misplaced.People fell asleep at their desks and woke up unable to explain how much time had
Selene had always wanted more.More than recognition.More than power.More than the title of a witch whispered with fear.She wanted something that no witch from her coven had ever dared to reach for.Godhood.It had begun as a quest to prove herself.Then it became an obsession.And eventually, it became the reason she disappeared for months at a time, traveling across forgotten lands, crossing forbidden territories, studying ancient texts that had been buried beneath temples older than most civilizations.She had spent centuries preparing for one battle.The battle that would either elevate her above every witch who had ever mocked her...Or destroy her completely.There were legends among witches about the Ghosts of the Underworld.They weren't ghosts in the ordinary sense.They were remnants of beings who had existed before the current order of the supernatural world. Ancient entities that had refused death and, in doing so, had become something worse than demons.They lived bene
For a while, Selene managed to convince herself that nothing had changed. She still returned to Velkris when she could. She still listened to him speak in that low, dangerous voice that had once made her heart race. She still knew the exact expression that appeared on his face whenever he was amused, angry, or trying not to show that he cared. But there was something between them now. Something neither of them could pretend not to see. Lucas. His name had become an invisible presence in every conversation they had. Whenever Selene disappeared for days, Velkris knew where she had gone. Whenever she returned with another story about Lucas's progress, another discovery about his abilities, another plan for the creature she was determined to create, Velkris's patience became thinner. One evening, they stood beneath the dead branches of an ancient tree overlooking a valley swallowed by darkness. Velkris had been silent for several minutes. Selene knew that silence. It meant he wa
The forest had learned to fear Selene's grief.For days, she had wandered beneath its twisted branches with blood on her hands and vengeance burning through her veins. She had tried everything she knew.Curses.Bindings.Fire.Blood magic.She had even attempted to summon the dead.Nothing worked.The coven was too powerful.There were too many of them, and Selene was still only one witch.A powerful witch, perhaps.But one witch nonetheless.She had attacked them once.She had nearly died.She attacked them again.They had broken three of her ribs and left her bleeding beneath the roots of an ancient oak.Still, she returned.She couldn't stop.Not when her parents were gone.Not when their blood had stained the floor of the home where she had grown up laughing.Not when the same witches who had once mocked her family had decided that her parents were too dangerous to be allowed to rise again.Selene knelt beside a shallow stream, her hands trembling as she drew another circle into t
Long before Selene became a goddess, before silver light gathered around her hands and ancient creatures learned to fear the sound of her name, she was simply a little girl who laughed too loudly. She was born beneath a moonless sky in a village hidden deep within the northern woods, where witches lived behind layers of enchantments strong enough to make ordinary humans walk past without ever realizing a settlement existed beyond the trees. The village belonged to the House of Veyra. Once, the Veyras had been one of the most feared witch bloodlines in existence. Their ancestors had been powerful enough to bend storms, speak to the dead and curse entire bloodlines. Their name had once been whispered with caution in the halls of the oldest covens. But by the time Selene was born, almost none of that glory remained. Decades earlier, something had happened within the Veyra bloodline. Nobody outside the family knew the complete story. Some said an ancestor had attempted to summon s
Having known that Behemoth was on Earth to take revenge on him, Lucas feared for Aria's safety. He became uneasy, and he used his connections to see that the cop he had shifted into was dismissed. Lucas knew that dismissing the cop wouldn't make any difference, but he wanted to keep him out of his
The night hung heavy over the barren plains of the Lower Realm, where the faint glow of distant lava rivers cast long, jagged shadows across the cracked, blackened earth. The air smelled of sulfur and iron, and the distant wails of the tormented, echoed like whispers from the void.Lucas walked sid
The massive gates of the throne room closed behind Lucas with a thunderous boom that echoed through the dark corridors of Hell.For a moment, he simply stood there.His chest burned where Lucifer's power had crushed the air from his lungs. The pain in his ribs throbbed with every breath he took, bu
In the absence of the goddess, Lucas' mansion forgot what heaviness felt like. The corridors that once dimmed and echoed with nothing but the quiet hum of restrained power, had softened. Sunlight filtered through curtains that had remained drawn for decades, warming marble floors that had only eve







