Prologue

I don't remember the first time I looked out from the celestial realms into the world below. There have been countless nights watching over humanity from above, their lights flickering like stars. Small, fragile beings, yet they burn so brightly. I never really understood them—what drives them to fight, to build, to hope in a world that's so often cruel.

But there's something coming. A darkness stirs in the far depths of Tartarus, whispering through the veils between realms. I feel it every time I close my eyes—a hunger, a gnashing of fangs that nothing can sate. I am Lucien, A Supreme Diety feared by all , one of the highest ranking Deities in the whole multiverse, and also Commander General of celestial legions, and I was forged for moments like this, meant to lead armies against the shadows, to shatter evil in a flash of light, I have been into many battles and I have been at it for more than millions of years.

But none of that matters now. Because I've been bound by a prophecy—a binding so powerful that it holds even me. It says that in the Great War, the veil will open, and when it does, Tartarus will spill into the human world, flooding it with creatures of nightmare.

And one last line… one that binds me to a fate far from my own power: "A celestial will be reborn among mortals, taking on their flesh and frailties to save them."

Which brings me here.

I am about to become one of them—one of those fleeting sparks of humanity, a mortal child. My powers will be sealed, my form diminished. Whatever strength I carry now will be locked away behind layers of flesh and memory, hidden even from myself. I will fall into the mortal world, no longer commander of armies, no longer Lucien the supreme deity. I will become… Elias , a mortal child.

The irony is almost amusing. But the truth is simple: if it takes a mortal body to save this world, then a mortal I will become. And perhaps, just perhaps, in that human heart, I will learn what gives them their strength.

But even now, as the light fades and the world tilts away beneath me, I feel the pull of fate.