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"What are the paths for Gods to advance?" Seated on the floor of my father's throne room as he decided to handle my lessons for today.
"The first method is through law mastery, which is the standard path for any God or Divine Beast to advance forward. The second method is through stepping into the Major God rank and creating a Domain within one of the God Kings' domains. While the third is considered the weakest and least ambitious of the trio." Nodding his head to my answer as Thanatos and Morpheus had contrasting emotions.
Morpheus looked proud that his effort was paying off while his brother looked almost shocked.
"What's the difference in law mastery and Domain Growth?" Moving onto the next question, Father raised an eyebrow at my wardens.
"Law mastery is learning the existing framework of the world and universe. It can start as simple as Fire burns while Fire is cold is also possible. It can be the bridge to a higher concept of Fire where it can become Heat or more advanced steps like Sun.
"A Domain is a realm we build that contains our Grotto Hearts. We can build it as an extension of a God King's parent domain. The Big Four are currently turning their Hell Domains into Star Realms.
"Compared to God Kings like Zeus who has Olympus, Poseidon the Ocean Heart, your Underworld, Gaia's Grotto, or my Dark Sun, each one was a part of the creation of the Earth. They encompass more Laws and Concepts than a normal Domain can handle, giving the owners a boost in the laws we understand."
Father tapped his fingers twice, a grin growing across his face.
Lifting his hand, a purple seal materialized over it.
The Command Seal for All Things Evil.
A fragment of his crown.
Even sitting where I was, I could feel the weight of it. Not just power. Office. Authority compressed into a shape small enough to hold while still carrying enough pressure to remind the room whose it was.
Tapping a finger against it, a red layer was burned away before the seal flew toward me.
"Due to your nature, I can't just give you a Divine Artifact. No matter how many apples you offer as tribute. You're the personification of a Concept that shouldn't exist. Anything I give you will become a hindrance in your path of understanding your own Laws.
"If you think Fire can be cold, then as one without a higher understanding of Fire beyond the Underworld Flames of the Damned, I wouldn't be able to take that path to its end and evolve it into something that burns."
Nodding, I reached out and touched the seal.
A beam of light struck my forehead.
I blinked hard, caught off guard as a mirror formed in front of me. Looking at my reflection, I found the Sun birthmark still on my forehead, only now a black band rested beneath it, circling under the sun like a shadow that had finally admitted it belonged there.
"Really? Another birthmark!" Using astral energy to cover both marks up, I looked at my dad in annoyance.
Morpheus looked away, trying and failing to hide how entertained he was.
Thanatos didn't even bother.
Father, meanwhile, remained unmoved.
"It is not decoration."
That was his answer to most complaints.
By ignoring the complaint and keeping the useful part.
"The seal will help regulate pressure around your offices while your path remains incomplete. It will not carry you. It will only reduce interference."
I looked back at the mirror.
The black ring beneath the Sun should have looked wrong.
Instead it looked inevitable.
That bothered me more than getting hit with light in the face.
"So I get a mark instead of an artifact."
"You get a stabilizer instead of a crutch," Father corrected.
That sounded more insulting than I thought he intended.
Which probably meant he intended it that way.
I lowered the mirror and looked back up at him. "And the third path?"
Father held my gaze for a few breaths before answering.
"The third path is accumulation without structure. Gathering power through worship, inheritance, conquest, or consumption without properly refining the foundation beneath it. It produces growth. It also produces mediocrity unless corrected by one of the other two."
That sounded suspiciously aimed at me.
Morpheus folded his hands behind his back. "Power gathered badly tends to decide its user before its user decides what to do with it."
I glanced at him. "You say that like worship is a disease."
"It becomes one," Thanatos said, "when accepted by children who think scale is the same thing as control."
There it was.
The village again.
I leaned back slightly and exhaled through my nose. "You all really aren't letting that go."
"No," Father said.
That ended that.
The mirror faded.
The seal's pressure settled against my forehead like something that had no intention of leaving.
And the lesson moved on.
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"Make sure you hold on to either Eris or me, Juris."
Staring into the Dark Realm, I could already tell the stories about it were incomplete. The hidden structures buried under darkness told me a different story from what everyone kept saying. This wasn't just some wasteland for the forgotten. It felt layered. Buried. Like too much had been cast down here and, instead of dying, it had started becoming its own world beneath Father's.
"Here, wear this ring, Juris. It'll shield you from the erosion of True Darkness." Glancing over, I watched Eris hand him a ring as I let go of his hand.
The moment he put it on, my attention got dragged forward again.
Or downward.
Something in the Dark Realm kept pulling at me. Ignoring the statues and broken palaces scattered across the land of the Forgotten, I kept staring toward the pit ahead. The darkness there felt heavier than the rest. Older too. Not the kind of darkness that simply covered things, but the kind that waited for things to fall into it so it could decide whether they deserved to come back out.
Then my eyes adjusted.
At first I thought it was only shadow moving in the pit. Then recognition struck hard enough to lock me in place.
Buried beneath the dark.
Sleeping.
Or pretending to.
His body rested deep enough that the darkness kept swallowing parts of his shape, but I could still make out enough to know this wasn't something lesser beings were meant to look at for long. Vast limbs. Coiled mass. A presence too wrong to be mistaken for anything natural. It felt less like a prisoner and more like a catastrophe that had agreed to stay still for now.
The moment I recognized him, a shadow formed beside me.
No sound.
No warning.
Just presence.
Tall. Still. Shaped out of darkness dense enough to feel more like law than shadow.
Then it spoke.
"A godling in Tartarus. You smell like my eldest."
I turned just enough to confirm what I already felt.
Lord Chronos.
Not in chains like a mortal would imagine. Not fully free either. More like a will still capable of leaning across boundaries where lesser beings would have been ground apart just trying.
My eyes dropped back toward the pit, and only then did I fully notice the sealing force over 666.
Father's authority.
Not his full form standing there, but his power was unmistakable—pressed over the pit and holding the seal in place like the Underworld itself had driven one hand into Tartarus and refused to lift it. It wasn't a dead seal. It was active. Maintained. Controlled.
Chronos's gaze stayed fixed on the pit as much as it did on me, and there was something almost admiring in the way his shadowed presence regarded 666.
"Lord Chronos."
I barely got the title out before I felt Eris pulling me back.
"Quit worrying, you little ball of chaos. It's still tens of thousands of years before I have a chance at causing issues. Unless my grandchildren decide to give their grandfather a helping ha—"
"Nope. We're good. Let's go back to the Underworld before Dad gets mad." Cutting him off, I ignored the pull dragging me toward 666.
"Don't be in such a rush," Chronos said, amusement thick in his voice now. "Wouldn't you like to know how I set aside plans for your creation? After all, my youngest is just like me, so I saw his actions as potentially possible. Just like I foresaw him losing to his own overengineering in a way that puts even me to shame."
I paused.
That was the problem with old monsters. They always knew exactly what to say to make hesitation sound like curiosity instead of danger.
And for a breath, I really did consider it.
Enough that I knocked Eris's hand off me.
Chronos remained beside me, shadow and will, still looking down at 666 like he was admiring a design brutal enough to deserve respect even while it remained sealed.
"Sorry, Young Lord, but this is why I have the Seal."
The Realm lurched.
I felt myself ripped backward as the portal snapped around us and launched me through the same path we had used to get there.
I ended up back in Father's palace with a pounding headache, only for Eris's scream to cut through it before I could recover. My eyes snapped toward her hand.
Darkness clung to her arm.
Not ordinary darkness either. This one looked hungry. Heavy. Erosive. The black ring on her finger shined purple as it resisted the spread, but it wasn't enough to clear it fast.
I moved on instinct.
Placing my hand over hers, I forced my own darkness to answer it. The clinging black shifted immediately as I absorbed it into the darkness already burned into my True Domain. Compared to my own Darkness Laws, these felt different. Heavier. More corrosive. Like the darkness wanted to eat through anything alive and drag it down until nothing remained but ruin.
"I see you met my father."
Looking up, I found my dad standing over us with the same calm expression he used for everything.
I rubbed at my temple. "I don't know who's worse. Him or Grandmother. I'm sticking to the stars for now. This family is insane."
That earned me a nod of thanks from Eris before I used my connection to my Minor Worlds to shadow-step away.
Scene 3
Pulling an apple from a tree, I sat down on a fallen trunk and took a bite while admiring the scenery.
This part of the Minor World felt different from the village I had just left. Less settled. Wilder. The same twin suns still hung overhead, their light warming my back through the breaks in the canopy, but out here there were no shrines, no clustered homes, and no smoke from cooking fires. Just forest, floating mountain chains in the distance, and birds of all sizes crowding the air like the world was still deciding how much life it wanted to carry.
A few curious ones flew down toward me, and I broke off pieces of my apple to offer them.
They took it without fear.
That alone made this place easier to like.
Leaning back slightly, I let myself drift as I felt the twin suns of this Minor World pressing gently against my senses again. Same world. Same sky. Just another side of it. The warmth was softer out here without the village walls and noise beneath it, enough to calm me without dragging me all the way into the pull of my own Sun.
For a while, I just sat there feeding birds and listening to the forest.
Then the birds scattered.
"What is a child doing out here?"
Turning around, I felt my connection to the suns loosen as the voices pulled me back into the moment.
"What are you talking about, Yan?"
A group of men stepped out of the forest behind me, their attention locking onto me all at once. Ten in total. All carrying wooden spears tipped with stone points, clearly out hunting. Different from the villagers I'd met earlier, but still carrying that same mortal steadiness this world seemed to breed. Hard lives. Alert eyes. People used to the land asking something from them every day.
"A kid?" one of them said as the rest finally cleared the trees.
"Well, we're too far from the village to turn back now," the leader said after a moment, stepping forward. "Jo, he's with you for today. We'll figure out whose kid got out of the village when we get back."
His eyes stayed on me a little longer than the rest. Not frightened. Just careful.
"What's your name, kid?"
He reached into a satchel and offered me a fruit unlike the apples I'd gotten used to. Softer, colored orange and pink, with skin delicate enough to bruise if handled too hard. He broke it in half and handed one side to me while biting into the other himself.
"It's a peach," he said after swallowing. "Softer and just as sweet as apples. My name's Bale. What's yours?"
I traded him my apple after biting into it first, watching him do the same with the peach before I followed his lead.
The fruit was softer.
Sweeter too.
Still not better than apples.
"Tenebris," I said. "My brother calls me Ten."
That got a few nods from the group, though Bale just laughed softly.
"Two names already? That means you're either important or trouble."
"Probably both."
That got a few laughs out of the younger hunters.
Before I could decide whether I liked him or not, Bale scooped me up with one arm and settled me against his side like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"You'll hang with me while the young hunters complete their first hunt."
I nodded and took another bite of the peach, letting it slide for now.
High above, I felt eyes settle on me from the sky.
Thanatos had already found me.
He was staying back.
Watching.
That mattered.
Because it meant Father was still letting me move through this Minor World instead of dragging me back the second I stepped into another corner of it.
As Bale and the hunters turned and started heading deeper through the forest, I looked back once through the trees. Same twin suns. Same world. Just a different stretch of it than the village and shrine I'd already touched.
And this part still hadn't learned what kind of thing it had just picked up and taken home.
That made me smile more than it should have.