The division spawn- chapter 31
The air shimmered red.
Arthur raised his forearm, blocking a storm of bloody shards — pieces of broken fairy wings spinning like razors.
Each one whistled through the air before melting into the soil, staining it crimson.
The fairy hovered above the ruined grove, her voice echoing through the trees like a haunting melody.
"You shouldn't have come here, human."
Arthur frowned, shielding his eyes from the glow. "You call this defending your home? You're slaughtering your own forest!"
She didn't answer. Instead, her wings folded inward and spun. The air erupted — a tornado formed around her, wild and blinding.
Arthur braced himself. Noah Atlas stood behind, struggling to hold back the waves of enraged trees.
Even the forest itself was fighting — vines lunged like serpents, roots twisted up from the soil, all obeying the fairy's command.
"Arthur! The trees— they're not attacking! They're obeying!" Noah shouted, deflecting branches with a flicker of earth energy.
Arthur gritted his teeth. "Then they're slaves… and I won't hurt slaves."
A massive oak hand erupted from the ground, grabbing him mid-dash. The bark cracked around his ribs — but instead of resisting, Arthur's body dissolved into light particles, slipping through the gaps.
He reformed beside Noah, panting. "She's using the law of dominance… The stronger being rules the forest."
Before Noah could respond, everything snapped.
The fairy screamed, and reality twisted.
The air thickened — light bent, and time itself stretched thin like glass. Dimensional threads wove around her body as she unleashed her true essence.
"Forest of Rebirth… AWAKEN!"
A rift tore through the world.
Arthur's eyes widened as his own power — his instinct — reacted. His body glowed, pulsing with pure light. The energy flared from his core without him knowing what is happening the energy fleed his core, forming a parallel field that clashed against the fairy's forest realm.
Space split.
In an instant, two dimensions collided — one of light, one of nature — spiraling into a clash so powerful the sky itself cracked open their the universe branched itself to even sustain and host the two dimensions battle.
Arthur stood in the luminous half. His side was filled with streams of pure light — the energy of souls.
Across the divide, the other half festered — a grotesque garden where creatures the fairy had once slain were reborn, twisted into monsters of bark and bone.
A voice echoed through the light:
> "Do not fear, bearer of will. I am the Aetherom — your dimension as a harbinger."
Arthur froze. "Wh—what? A… a dimension? A harbinger? What are you talking about?!"
The voice resonated softly, wrapping him in warmth.
> "You are the son of Aether. His Harbinger. You've spent your life protecting others. Now… let the light protect you."
Arthur staggered back, shaking his head. "I'm… a Harbinger? No—no, that's impossible! I didn't sign up for this!"
> "Then make your own choice," the realm whispered. "Aether's blood doesn't bind you. It empowers you."
Arthur clenched his fists, his aura bursting into radiant beams.
"…If that's true— then I'll use it to protect them. Even her aether I don't know who you are and if I should even call you father since you never were part of my life but I will gladly use your power."
He raised his hand. The Aetherom's light condensed into a barrier, shielding him as monstrous trees emerged from the fairy's side.
The twisted beasts snarled — fragments of the creatures she'd once slain, reborn as wooden abominations.
The Aetherom's light struck them, trying to purify their essence. It worked— briefly— they controlled the body of the monsters but the fairy scream ripped the monsters apart who once hers showing she doesn't care about her allies if they would be used against her.
Her form warped — half her body reshaping into a monstrous claw. She lunged, the claw tearing through dimensions—
—until someone appeared out of nowhere.
A blur moved faster than light, intercepting her strike with one hand. The sound of shattering wood echoed like thunder.
The stranger ripped her monstrous arm clean off.
Then… he started arguing with himself.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked — to no one.
"Because I can," he answered, same mouth, different voice.
"Because it was right," another voice murmured, quieter.
Arthur blinked. "Uh… who are you?"
The man looked at him, expression flickering between calm and unhinged.
"I'm Abyss," he said proudly— then slapped himself. "No, I'm Arthur— no wait— I'm Spector!"as he slapped himself again"no I am not you your not me"
Arthur just stared for a moment. Then smiled faintly and patted his shoulder.
"Right… doesn't matter. You're an ally. That's what counts."
The stranger grinned — or maybe one of him did — and lunged. In one swing, he slashed through the fairy, sending her crashing into the roots below.
Then, as quickly as he came, he froze — and collapsed, muttering to himself.
Arthur stepped forward, his light prism glowing in his hand. He aimed it at the fallen fairy — the beam infused with the realm's purest energy.
The hit connected.
The light split her essence apart — two personalities fighting within the same body, chaos and peace locked in a silent war.
Until, finally… the forest quieted. The realm faded.
Arthur caught the fairy as she fell, shielding her from Noah's incoming strike.
"She's not the enemy anymore," Arthur said, voice steady. "She's… one of us now."
The forest sighed. For the first time in centuries, it was calm
Till the pov shifted to a flashback of Aphrodite
Aphrodite's Chamber
The goddess of love sat alone.
Petals drifted across the marble floor, but their scent was drowned by ink and regret.
Every wall was covered in sketches — Abyss in battle, Abyss smiling faintly, Abyss kneeling in chains.
Some of the drawings blurred, of what they call the divine spawn aka what we just saw(abyss/Arthur Spector)she was trying to replacite an impossible idea perfection
Aphrodite pressed her hands to her temples. "I'm so stupid…"
Her voice cracked. "i watched you banished to Tartarus , my child, and I thought— I thought I could make you again."not the way abyss frame it as Aphrodite didn't show up to his trail because she didn't care she was their hiding in shadow she wanted to help but nyx didn't allow her without no explanation
She turned to a crystal basin filled with divine light. Within it floated a half-formed figure, it was of course the first design of divine spawn first idea . Back to Abyss.
"I couldn't make perfection," she whispered. "Not without Nyx. So I tried… replication."
at the make-up desk their lot of papers some of them had drawing some of them had questions and answers like "how to create perfection"some of the research paper implied she pour godly essence that helped the divine spawn copy perfectly copy if he took traits from everyone he would be perfect in everyone eyes right? Wrong the idea backfired the divine spawn copied people so much he start believe he's them and he escaped her lab
Aphrodite stumbled back, tears streaking her face. "No— you were supposed to replace him, not erase him!"
The light vanished, leaving only a whisper:
> "Perfection must be singular." last word the spawn stated before escaping want to kill the other form of perfection abyss.
Aphrodite collapsed to her knees. "Abyss… forgive me. I've made your shadow."(btw the Aphrodite here is a flashback just when abyss was banished to into Tartarus at 10)
Ethan and Clarita — The Mark of Athena
Far below, the air rang with steel and shrieks.
Ethan smashed his fists into the ground, shattering the marble floor and trapping one of Archane's spidery legs in the fissure.
"Got you!" he shouted.
"Warn me next time!" Clarita yelled as Ethan threw her straight upward.
She landed atop Archane's head with perfect balance, striking three times before rolling aside.
The monstrous spider reeled, ichor spilling across the cracked temple walls.
Archane hissed, eight eyes burning. "You will die like the others— like Athena's students!"
Clarita froze. Her gaze darted around — skeletal remains, faded crests, torn gray-and-blue banners.
Ethan's expression hardened. "The mark of Athena… it's true."
Archane's laughter turned to sobs. "How could I ever kill her if her weaklings can't even face me?"
Her pride trembled. She raised one blade-leg toward her own heart. "I will not give you the honor!"
But before the strike could land—
Abyss appeared.
The air warped as his wind snapped the limb backward, cracking it like stone.
Elysium followed in a shimmer of light, her tone sharp. "Stop right there."
Clarita stepped forward, still breathing hard. "She's a monster! She deserves to—"
Abyss turned to her, voice cutting like thunder wrapped in calm.
"As a daughter of wisdom, Clarita… where is the wisdom in killing her?"
"She's evil—"
"Your mother made her a monster," Abyss interrupted, twisting Archane's broken limb gently but firmly behind her back. "And who decides what evil is? She's foolish, yes… but she's not evil." abyss was not with archane or not with Clarita he was the truth as abyss spoke
"Your foolish you failed to understand that kids of gods has nothing to do with them you were afraid to challenge Athena so you go for her children typical skipping the strong and act strong on the weak you failed to understand that the kids of gods wouldn't choose to be their children if they can"
Archane groaned, her many eyes wet. "I only wanted to be normal. To be beautiful again. They took it from me… just because I mocked a prideful god."
Abyss sighed softly — a sound almost human.
"Then take it back."
He drew a vial from his coat and tossed it toward her. It shattered on contact, a rush of divine wind wrapping around her body.
Her monstrous form began to fade — chitin dissolving into skin, eight eyes melting into two.
When the light cleared, a woman knelt where the beast had been.
Before anyone could react, Abyss's eyes shimmered with wind, bending perception itself — blurring the sight to conceal her nakedness.
Archane looked up, trembling. "Why? Why would you do that?"
He paused, then answered quietly.
"You reminded me of a cursed maiden."
"Who?" she asked.
"Medusa," he replied.
Elysium's breath caught; a flush crept across her cheeks. For the first time, she saw not the weapon — but the man beneath.
Something stirred inside her — a need not to destroy Abyss, but to heal him.
The forest wind hushed, carrying away the last echoes of battle.
And thus ended the war of Athena's forgotten,
as a monster regained her humanity,
and a god without mercy showed the faintest flicker of it once more though as defensive mechanism she still can shift to her spider form to protect herself.