My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 882 - 883: No Gods Under The Heavens

Serving as a god proved challenging, particularly when it wasn't a destiny one had selected personally.

Lazarak came into being as a god. He held no control over that fate. One instant, he lacked existence, and the very next, he abruptly did.

His essence arrived alongside him. He never selected to embody good or evil, never picked the route to follow or the weaknesses to carry.

His essence determined it all. It stood fixed like unyielding rock, defying his desires.

This evoked memories of Damon’s conviction.

’We are not asked to be born’

Still, as Lazarak observed the war altars strewn throughout the realm, a sense of thankfulness washed over him.

He felt relieved to have emerged as a serene god. He appreciated that his essence spared him the urges for domination or slaughter.

At times, he pondered why the Goddess of Doom would forge a deity of tranquility amid a realm submerged in conflict.

Among everything, he held seniority. He came first.

Tranquility predated conflict.

Lazarak despised how serenity served as the excuse for violence.

Exhaustion gripped him. Profound weariness.

Why couldn't the realm just pause and recover.

The issue remained straightforward.

The resolution did not.

The pillar.

"Are you already tired, traitor god?"

Seraph Null's voice reverberated within him.

The shadowy bulk composing Lazarak’s form had diminished from the relentless injuries he suffered. Yet Seraph Null fared little superior. From his nine wings, Lazarak had ripped off five, sparing the inferior deity merely four.

"You’re holding up no better yourself. If possible, since I’m not aiming to end you, you’re striving fiercely to end me."

Lazarak rejected the act of claiming lives. It served as his method to stay untainted, free from conflict's grasp.

Far beneath their clash, the fray intensified. Agonized shouts. Horrified wails.

"You’ve let down your brother, traitor god. Though, what else from a feeble deity?"

Seraph Null bellowed while his wings crashed against the shadowy expanse, the gloom expanding over the heavens.

The halo fastened to his shackled frame emitted radiance, lending him a sacred glow.

Lazarak regarded him steadily.

"Let him down? As the elder kin, I ought to feel the disappointment. Does he remain bound to conflict still?"

Seraph Null’s wings labored as a cosmic gale burst forth. Reality splintered, rifts in space ripping wide as he soared upward, hauling Lazarak along to the high layers of the air, where a veil divided the realm from the stellar emptiness above.

"Conflict defines him, just as captivity defines me. Your fixation on serenity defines you. If he’s enslaved, then you share the chains."

Lazarak divided his essence, the gloom reforming into a colossal serpent-dragon, sinuous and immense, bearing two gigantic wings. The beast clamped onto Seraph Null’s wings.

Seraph Null lifted his arm.

"Stop."

Lazarak’s shape hesitated, as if invisible bindings restrained it. He broke loose from the command, but Seraph Null struck down, severing his wings. Gloom poured from Lazarak’s form.

The dark volume plummeted.

Divine essence impacted the realm.

Wherever it fell like rain, the terrain suffered eternal devastation. Those struck by it crumpled, convulsing as their forms contorted, mutated, and exploded.

"Jahahaha."

Seraph Null cackled.

"Now it’s fair to claim you ended them."

Lazarak glanced below while his gloom reassembled.

Seraph Null ascended further, his fetters rattling.

"You always claim you avoid killing, but you’re forever involved. Tell me of your uprising—how many souls do you reckon perished? You might not strike yourself, but demise trails in your wake."

Lazarak remained quiet.

Seraph Null’s wings flapped deliberately.

"You’re a coward. Not for shunning kills, but for letting others handle your grim deeds. I’ve clashed in endless wars. I’ve breached countless boundaries. Yet I stand tall, declaring that I, Seraph Null, have battled. And should I perish, I’ll go with the honor of a deity devoted to conflict."

Fetters shaped triangular bindings as he aimed at Lazarak.

"And you? Survey the chaos. It stems from you. You won’t end a life, yet you summon demise. Isn’t that true, deity of rest?"

Lazarak lacked a mouth, but the words left a sour sting.

"You speak truly. I am a coward. And this slaughter weighs on me."

His shape started to alter.

"I’ve failed. I can’t safeguard a thing. I’m involved. I’ve long recognized it. Yet that alters nothing of what’s required. Maybe I can’t intervene. But I no longer must."

His shape tightened, remolding into a human figure.

"I’ve witnessed those who’ll forge this realm. Those who’ll etch history. You might think deities reign eternally, but this belongs to humanity. Below, mortals’ offspring are shaping their destiny."

Lazarak’s role had concluded.

He’d beheld Lyn and Sithara. That pair would transform the realm through their visions and brilliance. They’d depart this inferior plane and ascend to Aetherus. They’d establish a grand hub of wisdom and guide future eras.

He’d beheld Damon.

No matter his falls, he’d ascend and press onward.

He’d beheld Damon’s allies as well.

Each shone like a beacon.

A lone light gleaming in an endless void.

"You’re observing too, right?"

Lazarak extended his arm. Enormous bindings of gloom rose toward the skies. Beyond the vault, they hooked into the celestial expanse itself.

Seraph Null stiffened.

"What’s that? Some incantation?"

He fixed his gaze on Lazarak.

"You can’t overcome me with this."

Lazarak seized the bindings tied to the celestial realm.

"The age of deities concludes, Seraph Null. We’ve stepped into the radiant era of mortal kin."

He tugged.

Dread surged in Seraph Null’s gaze as the celestial realm started its descent.

Lazarak’s icy tone resounded.

"I’ll lower the celestial realm for humanity, letting them grasp the clouds."

"This marks my incantation."

The celestial realm stirred.

"No gods beneath the celestial realm"

The mists, the very firmament, were pulled downward to the ground.