Support me on P @t r e o n it helps alot.
P @t r e o n.com/Darking099
For 30+ Advance Chapters
Or
You can buy me a Coffee
ko-fi.com/darking099
For my motivation
---
Kuoh's night was quiet. The streets glowed with the soft amber of streetlights, cicadas sang in the trees, and the ordinary rhythms of mortal life carried on as if nothing could disturb them. To the people below, this was peace.
But Kaelthar stood above it all, cloak stirring gently in the rooftop breeze, and felt the wrongness.
Not in the city. Not in the air. Deeper. Older. The world's bones.
The weave of destiny is trembling again.
His eyes closed, and he let his awareness slip past the mortal veil. In the space of a heartbeat, the familiar sight of buildings, streets, and stars dissolved. Reality peeled back like ash scattering in the wind, revealing what lay beneath.
The framework of this universe unfolded before him.
Threads of time stretched in every direction, luminous strands weaving together in patterns both simple and incomprehensible. Choices, causes, consequences—every breath of every being shimmered as a mark in the tapestry. The river of fate that bound the High School DxD world surged through it all, a steady current meant to guide history along a singular path.
But that river was breaking.
Kaelthar's gaze sharpened. He saw fractures, splits. Where there should have been one steady flow, countless branches now forked outward, blooming into new timelines. Each decision—no matter how trivial—was birthing an entirely separate universe.
A girl choosing to look left instead of right.
A student delaying his confession by one day.
A demon raising his hand in hesitation.
All of these should have folded into the prime nexus. But now… they become worlds of their own.
The sheer weight of it threatened collapse. Universes spawning endlessly, overlapping, pressing against each other like a flood bursting its banks.
Kaelthar reached deeper. Omniscience opened, burning away the last veil. The truth struck him at once: this was no natural failure.
It was sabotage.
There, at the root of the storm, a figure bent over the strands. Not a body, not flesh, but a conceptual form, cloaked in intent, feeding on the distortion. Its presence warped the threads around it, dragging them into divergence, forcing this world to expand unnaturally.
It was not a god.
Not a demon.
Not a dragon.
Something else.
And it froze.
The instant Kaelthar's gaze met it, the being faltered. Its form quivered, veil shuddering like thin paper in fire. It knew. It had been seen.
Kaelthar tilted his head slightly, calm and unhurried. So… afraid already?
He studied the shape with quiet curiosity. Its aura reminded him faintly of the Keepers he had once encountered—cold custodians of higher planes, beings that observed and corrected with merciless detachment. But this one was no Keeper. It had no purpose of balance. It was a scavenger.
A parasite.
It should not exist here.
The being twitched, threads around it tightening as though it tried to hide deeper, to slink back into the folds of creation. But Kaelthar's sight allowed no escape. Every mask it wore, every layer of shadow, every false concept—it all unraveled under his awareness.
You do not belong here, Kaelthar thought.
And then he spoke.
His voice was quiet, almost gentle. Yet the word carried the weight of law.
"Begone."
The lattice of time convulsed.
The being's form collapsed instantly. The shroud ripped apart, its conceptual essence unraveling strand by strand. For the briefest flicker it screamed—not sound, but a distortion in the weave itself. And then, silence.
It was gone.
Not destroyed. Not slain.
Erased.
Removed from the framework of creation as though it had never existed at all.
The poisoned strands it had corrupted snapped back, trembling. Slowly, the fractured streams folded inward, the chaotic delta narrowing, collapsing into the singular flow it was meant to be.
Kaelthar extended one hand, fingers brushing the threads. His touch smoothed the scars, binding the fractures into stability. The river of time groaned, then steadied, flowing clean once more.
The world exhaled.
He stood there a long while, silent, eyes tracing the weave. Mortals continued to laugh below, their lives blissfully unaware of what had nearly unraveled.
So even here, parasites circle. Pretenders reach into places they do not comprehend.
There was no fear in the thought. Only calm disdain.
The being had quivered when it realized he was looking. Afraid. Not because of what it was—but because of what he was.
A faint smile touched his lips.
Still, the faint traces it left behind whispered intent. This had not been random. Not chaos for chaos's sake. It was preparation. A test.
For whom? For what?
Kaelthar did not yet know.
But he did not need to.
He looked to the repaired current of fate, the nexus shining steady once again. Above him, the night sky returned—the stars cold and distant, unaware of how close they had come to fracturing.
"Pieces are moving," he murmured softly, words carried away by the wind. "But the board is mine."
The river of time flowed on, unbroken, but Kaelthar knew this was no ending. This was only the first ripple of something far larger. Something that had dared to look at him—and tremble.
And when the true hand revealed itself, he would be waiting.
---
Support me on P @t r e o n
join my patreon for more frequent upload.
P @t r e o n.com/Darking099
For 30+ Advance Chapters
Code:"Dark99" for 10% discount !!
Or
You can buy me a Coffee
ko-fi.com/darking099
For my motivation
---
For every 50 power stones= 1 extra chapter
And Support my Other Storie