"They called me a madman… a heretic… but soon, they will kneel."
Dr. Karan Kugre stood at the center of the ancient ruins, arms outstretched, eyes gleaming with a wild mix of genius and insanity. His voice echoed across the empty halls of forgotten time, where hieroglyphs pulsed faintly on the cracked stones around him.
"Let history remember this moment. Not as the return of gods… but the beginning of true evolution."
He slit his palm, letting blood drip onto the altar etched with divine script. The earth trembled. Lightning cracked across the dark skies above. A golden sarcophagus at the center of the chamber began to glow. Then another. And another.
One by one, eight ancient Egyptian gods awakened—Seth, Horus, Anubis, Isis, Osiris, Bastet, Thoth, and Ra. Their presence warped reality, distorting the air around them. Their eyes burned with primal fury.
And then… chaos began.
Cities crumbled. The sky turned crimson. Crops rotted in minutes. Oceans boiled. Plagues spread like wildfire. Mortals screamed in confusion and horror. And at the center of it all—Dr. Kugre, laughing maniacally.
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In a quiet town far from the eruption, Layla Roy looked up at the sky. She gripped her brother's hand.
"Moss… something's wrong. Something terrible."
Before Moss could answer, the sky split open. A beam of divine wrath struck down from above—obliterating Layla in an instant. There was no scream. No goodbye. Just ash in his arms.
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Moss fell to his knees in shock, in rage, in grief. As the world burned around him, he screamed her name, clutching the earth, trembling.
"LAYLA!!"
Then silence.
He looked up, broken, and whispered:
"God… help me."
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And in the void of despair, a light pierced through.
A voice. Gentle. Eternal.
"I heard your prayer, Moss Deicide."
Before him stood a figure cloaked in radiance. Not towering, but humble. Not shouting, but powerful. It was Jesus—not in wrath, but in sorrow.
"I cannot interfere directly. But I can grant you strength… unmatched. A mind beyond mortal limits. And a blade—Soraa, forged from light and justice itself."
A single massive blade appeared beside Moss, embedded in the earth like a monument to hope. Its surface shimmered with angelic script. It was taller than a man, and heavier than hatred.
"But be warned: this path will test every part of your soul. This is not salvation… it is war."
Moss stood slowly. His eyes burned—not with divine power, but with unshakable resolve. He gripped the handle of Soraa, pulled it from the ground in one motion, and held it high.
Lightning crashed behind him.
Tears streamed down his face.
And he roared to the sky:
"I WILL KILL EVERY DEMI GOD THAT BREATHES!"
To be continued....