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FALLEN GOD

6 min readDec 1, 2024

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The gods gathered on the blood-red plains of Eryxis, the battlefield of the heavens, where countless wars had been fought. At the center stood Kaelor, the god of war, his pale skin glistening under the crimson glow of his flames.

His towering form radiating with power, his muscled frame built from centuries of unrelenting battle. Alone, he faced them all—a council of gods who had come to put an end him.

Izanar, King of the Gods, hovered above the battlefield, a figure cloaked in shimmering golden light. Around him were his chosen warriors: Thyra, goddess of wisdom, wielding a staff that glowed with divine energy.

Valdros, god of storms, lightning coursing through his massive frame; Elysara, goddess of death, her scythe dripping with shadows; and countless lesser gods who followed in their wake.

Kaelor’s crimson eyes burned with disgust as he faced them.

“You fear me,” Kaelor said his voice echoing like thunder. “You hide behind numbers because none of you can face me alone.”

“You are too dangerous to be left unchecked,” Izanar declared. “You defy order. You defy balance. Your flames would consume the heavens if left unchecked”

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KING-MELECH
KING-MELECH

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