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Bargain Infernal Episode 64: Throne of the Abyss
The air stank of blood, fire, and rot.Alex froze, his body shuddering under the weight of the chasm. The pit below him writhed like a living thing, and from its depths something monstrous began to stir a shadow too large, too evil to understand.His father's masked figure loomed beside him, a twisted sense of amusement in his stance."Do you feel it now, Alex?" the man whispered. "The call of your true home?"Alex clenched his fists. His breath was ragged, his mind fraying at the edges. The abyss inside him howled, eager to consume, to unleash.But he wouldn't let it.Not yet.The ground beneath them quaked violently.Then.The sky split open.From above, black lightning streaked down like spears, impaling the already broken landscape. The chasm below expanded, and they emerged.The Abyssal Legion.Hundreds no, thousands of grotesque, armored figures crawled out of the darkness. Their bodies were jagged and contorted, forged from bone, shadow, and suffering. Their eyes glowed crimson
Bargain Infernal Episode 65: The Abyssal Coronation
The battlefield lay in ruin. Scorched earth. The smell of blood and sulfur heavy in the air. The twisted remains of demons and abyssal creatures scattered like discarded puppets. The Legion knelt, heads bowed before their new master. Alex stood among the carnage, unmoving. His body pulsed with energy the abyss singing in his veins. His hands ran black with ichor, the last remains of the Abyssal King's lifeblood. His once-golden eyes, now voids without bottoms, flickered with something unnatural. Power. Dominion. Something inside of him had finally broken free. And there was no going back. His father stood beside him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Do you feel it now, my son? The weight of your throne?" Alex did not respond. His eyes ran over the kneeled horde of abyssal warriors. Thousands of them. Creatures of shadow, of nightmare, of pure malice. They had once served the Abyssal King without question. But now. They were his. A strange, almost sickening satisfaction
Bargain Infernal Episode 66: The Harbinger’s Reckoning
The chasm trembled.Over the battlefield a hush came, so heavy it absorbed lingering war echoes into its depth. The abyssals, kneeling with submission, rose now with nervous movements, those unnatural bodies now quivering in the presence carried by their approaches.The Herald of Oblivion was near.Alex felt it before he saw it: a creeping void in the fabric of reality, a presence that did not step into existence but devoured everything around it. Shadows recoiled from its form, tendrils of darkness slithering away as if terrified of what walked among them.It was out of the ruinous mist that the figure appeared, wearing armor as dark as a dying star, rimmed with veins of crimson fire. Its helm did not carry a face but instead an abyssal void where eyes should be, swirling with endless hunger. With every step, it broke the ground; fissures of molten death spread from the chasm below.Alex's father, the one who had planned his downfall, the one who had breathed power into his veins, st
Bargain Infernal Episode 67: Rise of the Forsaken
Darkness consumed everything about him.No sound, no shape, no timing existed except the open emptiness stretching in all directions. Alex Mercer floated in space. His body weighed nothing, and his soul hovered and flickered like a dying ember.He should be dead.The Harbinger's blade had cut through his very core, severing the power that bound him to the Abyss. He had felt himself unravel, felt the tendrils of oblivion consume him. And yet.He was still here.A whisper slid through the void."You are not yet finished."Alex's eyes snapped open if he even had eyes anymore. He saw nothing but shifting blackness, writhing tendrils of void energy coiling around him like serpents.Then the pain hit.It was not physical but something far worse. It clawed at his very essence, tearing apart the fabric of his being and stitching it back together with something darker, something ancient. He screamed, but no sound came forth. The abyss was remaking him, reshaping him into something beyond morta
Bargain Infernal Episode 68: The Black Coronation
The battlefield was drowning in blood and fire.There were still echoes of war lingering in the air, a mixture of agonized screams, the wet crunch of shattered bone, and guttural howls to demon screams as they were torn apart. It seemed the Abyss itself was alive, shifting and writhing beneath the weight of the massacre.Alex stood in the midst of it all, the weight of his throne pressing against his soul. His claws dripped with abyssal ichor, the remains of those who had dared to stand against him. The Legion stood at his back, an army of nightmares bound by his will.None of them mattered.Not now.Not with the Harbinger of Oblivion standing before him.This being was so thick with death that it had sucked in light, becoming a void that screamed of dark power. Its armor was from the bones of dead, forgotten gods, blackened and cracked from untold ages of agony. Its shadows snaked around its form, whispering curses that could bring insanity to the weaker minds.Its eyes, twin pits of
Bargain Infernal Episode 69: The Fall of Heaven
The sky shattered like glass, and from its gaping wound, celestial light spilled into the abyss. It was a blinding, searing brilliance a light that did not belong in this forsaken realm, a radiance that burned the very air.The Legion of the Abyss recoiled, hissing and shrieking, as divine energy washed over them. Their twisted bodies smoldered where the light touched, their abyssal forms wilting like dying embers.But Alex Mercer didn't flinch.He stands at the center of all that carnage, his hands dripping with ichor black, and his eyes golden, now forever lost into the void. The abyss is singing in his veins, the howling of power and hunger, a tempest of whispered whispers.He knew what came.Heaven had finally caught up with him.And it was already too late.From the torn heavens they come.Seven figures, clad in blinding silver and adorned with wings of light. Their armor was carved from celestial steel, their swords burning with the very essence of divinity.They did not land.T
Bargain Infernal Episode 70: Throne of Ruin
A graveyard battlefield littered with dead angels and demons, a mess of charred meat and liquid steel, a pungent taint of holy ichor filling the air. Screams had been replaced with sick crackles, with dying flesh dissolved into nothing. And so there was Alex Mercer standing there amidst that gore. His abyssal wings, four shifting appendages of pure void, cast jagged shadows over the desolation. His body, once flesh and bone, was now an unstable vortex of power, his veins pulsing with an energy that no longer felt bound to mortal or celestial laws. He had become something more. And Seraphiel knew it. The Archangel of Judgment knelt on one knee, the pillar of heaven's might shaken to its knees. His bright armor was cracked and blackened, and a severed golden wing lay twitching weakly on the blood-soaked dust beside him.The sword that once cleaved hellspawn legions in two, shattering with each blow into a thousand shining pieces, lay now broken into useless fragments of light that f
Bargain Infernal Episode 71: The Unraveling
This battlefield was a god and monster graveyard.Alex stood in the midst of the carnage. His abyssal wings stirred and shook like liquid shadow, his form a volatile storm of raw power. The final resonant murmurs of The First's presence remained, a phantom weight pressing on the fabric of reality itself. He could still feel the touch on the chest, the forced glimpse into a past he no longer remembered.But of course, time did not allow that.A scream rent the air not of pain, but something much worse: terror.The surviving abyssal forces, those who had once bent before their dead king, Abyssus, shrank back as something inside Alex began to shift. His presence had already been a thing beyond their comprehension, but now it was changing.He staggered, his breathing ragged. His veins pulsed with something deeper than abyssal power, something beyond even celestial understanding. His body flickered between solid and incorporeal, his form distorting like a mirage in a storm.Seraphiel, stil
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Episode 224: One Final Strike
The world fractured.At the moment the boy lunged towards him, his sword clashing against the Hunter’s blade of shadow-steel, reality shattered like glass.His feet were no longer standing on solid ground.The battlefield the stars, the ruined earth pulsed, tremblied, shifting like an unënded painting.For one terrifying second He felt himself being torn in two.Not by a blade.Not by the Abyss.By time itself.He staggered back, gasping, his vision going double, reality fracturing into two separate lines of incident at once.One he stood here, fighting, existing.In the other he had never been born.Never consumed mermaid flesh.Never imagined, never suffered, never fought.Just gone."This is the correction."The Hunter’s voice remained steady, uemotional."Your existence is an error."Kaiza bared his teeth, pushing forward, screwing his sword back alight."You talk too much."And then he attacked again.The Impossible DuelThis time he moved faster.He could still taste the Abyss
Episode 223: The Last Throne
It was no longer their place of battle.The sunless sky was now a filthy mirror of a world that had perished before history.”Under Ethan and Asha’s feet, the ground shook, not with ruination but with something trying to rewrite existence itself.And the whole thing revolves aroundThe light wasn’t from this world, and now it burned behind their eyes, finally exposed by the broken perishable mask.They weren’t human.They weren’t divine.They’d been something before all of those things.And the closer they got, just their walking warped the air next to them.“You have walked too far, Hollow King.”“You’ve shattered too many chains.“And now you will see what should have been forgotten.”Ethan’s hands made fists.Asha inhaled slowly and deeply.They had no time to think.Because the First King moved.And the final battle began.Before Ethan even had the time to react, he found the First King in front of him.Their move defied space itself—not teleportation, not speed, but the here and
Episode 222: The Ones Who Devour
The sky was breaking.Helena became the epicenter of the battle that should have never been.The Firstborn were no more, their sacred monarchy rent asunder, their celestial kingdom fallen to ruin.But the universe had no love for vacant thrones.And now.It had been supplanted by something else.Reality tore, the sky splitting open like a wound that wouldn’t heal.Out from the void, they came.Not Hollowed.Not firstborn.Something else.Older than war itself, something.They did not have names.They did not have faces.They were churning, writhing aspects of the consummate void, their nacreous flesh contorting into a thousand forms at once—humanoid, monstrous, holy, forgotten.And when they spoke.It wasn’t with voices.It was with thoughts that did not belong to Helena, curling into her thoughts, unwinding her like leaves of an old book."You do not belong here."Helena’s entire body tensed.The Hollow King did not move.The Old One merely watched.Silver fire sizzled along the edge
Episode 221: The Thing That Should Not Wake
The Silence Before the EndThe battlefield was quiet.Too quiet.Helena found herself in the ruins of a war that had rewritten history. The Firstborn's God-King was vanished, their form crushed into void, their heavenly horde blown away like dust.The Hollowed had won.And yet.The heir was wrong.Heavy. Tainted.Like something was waiting.“Yup,” Cain gasped, running a bloody hand through his hair, his silver eyes showing some signs of uneasiness. “Please tell me it’s not just me that feels this.”Helena gripped her throbbing fingers, the black-fire dagger still buzzing in her hand. "You’re not."The Hollow King hadn’t budged.They froze there, their shape like a void, their head cocked slightly, listening.Helena stepped forward slowly, the ground crackling beneath her boots. The Firstborn were disappearing, their godly light blinking out like red stars in the firmament.They had lost.So why did it seem like something worse had just begun?Then.The world shifted.The Veil Splits O
Episode 220: The Forsaken vs. the Divine
Helena did not kneel.Not to kings.Not to gods.Not to the Firstborn, who had cut history to shape and made it fit.She had stood against death.She had stood against fate.And she would stand now.Even as the God-King of the Firstborn loomed before her, his celestial fire coiling in the air like an executioner’s blade.As the burden of their command bore down upon reality itself, compelling everything to bend.Helena stood tall.Her dagger blazed with black flames, oscillating between the Hollow King’s strength and something more ancient.Something that was hers and hers alone.The battlefield was silent.Even the Hollow hesitated.Because no one had ever disobeyed the Firstborn’s command and survived.Until now.The God-King’s expression did not change.They took a slow step forward, their silver eyes calm and infinite, burning with cold.“Then I will break you.”The world shattered.A void pulled inward, the air itself ripping apart as the God-King began his assault, faster than l
Episode 219: The Forsaken Queen
Helena felt everything.The Hollow King thrummed through her as she surged forward, a scintillation of wicked pleasure that burnt in her blood like a fire that would never run soft. Not only did it fill her, it transformed her.No longer was she Helena, the fighter who had resisted destiny.She was something more.Something that never was meant to exist.And as she stood at the very center of the battlefield, surrounded as she was by another ruin crumbling around her, one of a war older than time itself, she understood.The Firstborn knew it, too.They had expected a rebel.They had expected resistance.But they hadn’t expected this.They had not believed she would survive the Hollow King’s might.And they did not expect her to turn it against them.”His silver eyes, previously flooded with naught but icy apathy, now sparkled with another emotion.Fear.And Helena?Helena smiled.Then she attacked.Her movements were like a storm, her new blade slashing through the Firstborn’s ranks.
Episode 218: The Moment When the World Picked a Side
The battlefield froze.Helena’s voice still rang in the ruins, suspended in the air like a blade poised to fall."I will fight for the truth."And just like that.She had chosen a side.The Hollow King turned its void-like eyes to her, unreadable.Cain gaped, his breath ragged, his silver eyes bouncing between disbelief and something else. Something closer to fear.The Firstborn did not speak.They didn’t scream in rage or throw accusations of betrayal.Instead.They smiled.And Helena learned something a little too late.She had walked into a war older than she could understand.And each side had been waiting for her to make a choice.Now.There was no turning back.The Gods Strike FirstThe Firstborn moved first.Helena didn’t have time to react before the sky itself lit on fire.The clouds parted, hurling javelins of heavenly fire onto the battlefield. The Hollowed howled, their flesh caught alight, their bodies liquidizing beneath the assault.The pallor of the air cracked apart b
Episode 217: The Gods Must Bleed
A Sky That ShattersThe heavens collapsed.The sky literally ripped apart, opening like a wound in reality itself, and Helena hardly had time to scream. The battlefield below was engulfed in golden fire and infinite darkness, as though the universe itself was tearing in two.The Firstborn were the falling stars, their weapons blazing with heavenly fire, their silver eyes lit with righteous fury. The Hollowed howled back, their broken voices rising like a war hymn, thair void-forged blades craving vengeance.This wasn’t a battle.This was annihilation.Helena moved.She ducked, avoiding a sweep of a Firstborn warrior that cut through the air where her head had only seconds before been. The heat of their blade seared against her skin, too near, too quick.But she was faster.She spun, her dagger slicing through their divine armor, and, for the first time, she heard the sound she never thought she’d hear.A firstborn screamed.Helena’s breath hitched.She could kill them.And if she coul
Episode 216: The Ah Which Ends Worlds
A Throne of Lies, A War of TruthHelena’s breath was quick and brittle, her heart pounding against her rib cage.The Hollow King knelt before her.Not as an enemy.Not as a monster.But as a warrior awaiting a response.The gods had walked the earth before her, and the earth had been their altar. They stood behind their King, all soulless eyes on her, waiting for her to make a choice.And in the distance.Something else was coming.Something worse.Cain moaned next her, spitting blood from his mouth. “Well,” he muttered, “this complicated fast.”Helena barely heard him.Because she wasn’t looking at Cain.The throne of the Hollowed, upthrust from the ruins, split reality like a jagged wound.It was waiting for her.And deep inside, she knew.If she did that, if she chose the Hollowed, there could be no undoing it.She would not only be battling the Firstborn.She would be waging war on the very gods themselves.And it was a war no one had ever won.The Hollow King’s voice was gentle,
