After Xander hit the ground with high force, the dust and smoke were blown away.
"Damn! Fool! You always push me to the edge!" a voice came out.
Suddenly, a dazzling light moved up with gracious speed. The demons' senses were screeching, urging them to run, their reflexes forcing them to move back.
As the dust cleared from the ground, Xander was staring with a cold expression, his eyes blazing with an intense white aura. Xander slowly reached back, and the chest plates on his body were falling down. The demons were still scared; the chill in their spines was not halting.
"Zummmm!"
A loud crash echoed—it was the chest plate that Xander wore. It crushed the ground beneath it.
As they watched, Xander's body was slowly radiating an intense aura, and his crown was glowing in a golden color. His golden blazing eyes and the pressure around them drastically grew tenfold. Xander drew his sword and held it firmly. The demons' senses screamed at them to flee, but they couldn't move under the overwhelming pressure. An insane amount of aura was flowing into the sword in Xander's hands.
In a split second, he swung his sword in a circular motion, sending a light wave in all directions. The wave, formed by Xander's blade, flowed like ocean waves, shattering all the space rifts in the sky. It continued to flow endlessly, as if it would never stop.
Xander's energy was nearly extinguished, and his wounds were bleeding. Suddenly, he felt dizzy; his eyes were closing with exhaustion. He was helpless to move as he fell from the sky.
"No… no! I can't! My kid is waiting for me! I need to see him! Damn wound… haa… it's strangling me with pain!" He crawled towards Alex, but at once, the ruins were deactivating, and the barrier was fading away.
A demon was running towards the child.
"Come on! Please don't do it! I will kill you!" Xander was begging, his heart crumbling with fear.
At once, a rhythmic drum sound echoed—a cosmic, divine vibration resonating like the heartbeat of creation. Its sound signified the Om mantra, symbolizing the eternal cycle of creation, preservation, and destruction.
The demon was terrified yet still running toward the baby. As the rhythm grew stronger, everything around the baby began to crumble. The demon was crushed and killed.
A trident landed beside Alex with intense aura. Xander looked up at the sky and said,
" bhasmasura, thank you for the help!"
The trident pulled itself out from the ground and flew back into the sky. Xander's eyes began closing, making him unconscious. He was barely holding himself back from losing consciousness.
A door opened with a brilliant white radiance, and a powerful pressure radiated from within. Xander pulled himself up and looked at the figure standing there—it was Michael, Archangel of Heaven.
As their eyes met, Michael slightly bowed his head out of respect.
With a faint voice, he spoke:
"King Grim."
He walked toward the baby, gently lifted him, and held him carefully.
"We will look after him. Rest easy," he said calmly.
Xander relaxed and fell unconscious. A bright layer of golden aura enveloped his body with high intensity.
Michael carried Alex and walked inside the door. As he entered, the door vanished without a trace.
Later on, Xander's body disappeared after the incident. The government searched for the unknown man. They tried to contact the Trinity of Brave Light, but they were not responding.
Where Alex Was Raised
Alex was raised in Heaven under Zeus' command and care.
After entering Heaven, under Zeus' command, Alex became the most adored child among the celestial beings. However, Zeus restricted Alex from learning combat arts and weapons.
Alex often wandered into the Knowledge Section and started reading about the universe. He usually played with the goddess of war, Athena's daughter, Minerva. The two were always close.
Zeus was always watching over Alex and was stubborn about his grandson's actions. Alex roamed around Hercules, Michael, and others, playing and learning from them. He was adored in Heaven. The children around him admired him, drawn to his wisdom and warmth.
Zeus' restrictions on Alex kept his physical growth limited, and he was often ordered to rest. However, while his body grew slowly, his knowledge expanded at an insane rate, far surpassing those around him.
A Fateful Day
One day, as Alex was walking through the grand halls of Heaven, his head suddenly ached.
"AAAHHH!" he screamed, holding his head.
The pain was unbearable.
Nearby knights rushed to him, checking his condition. One of them carried Alex on his back without hesitation and ran toward the Judgment Hall.
The great doors burst open. Zeus, seated upon his throne, glared at the intrusion—until his gaze fell upon Alex's unconscious form.
Immediately, Zeus disappeared from his throne and reappeared in front of them.
"Lay him down!" he commanded.
Zeus checked Alex's body. Physically, he was fine, but Zeus realized something alarming—his memory seal was beginning to break, layer by layer.
Zeus looked at the knight and said,
"Put him in his bed."
Then, turning to Michael, he said,
"It's time. We need to send him back."
Michael's heart crumbled at those words.
Zeus returned to his throne.
"Call all the heavenly souls here."
Michael took out a summoning horn and blew it hard.
Within seconds, every soul residing in Heaven gathered in front of Zeus.
Everyone looked at Zeus with sorrowful expressions.
Mother Mary stepped forward with many questions in her eyes.
"What happened, my lord?" she asked.
Zeus nodded.
"Mother, go sit on your throne. I need to inform you all of something."
Hearing those words, she returned to her seat.
Then, Zeus spoke.
"My dear family, Alex is leaving Heaven."
Gasps filled the chamber.
"What wrong has he done?" Mother Mary asked without hesitation.
Zeus looked at everyone and said,
"He has done nothing wrong. But it is time. We cannot bind his destiny. I will not allow this child's future to be spoiled."
"From this moment, in 24 hours, he will leave Heaven."
After saying this, Zeus walked out of the Judgment Hall.
He entered Alex's room and saw him resting in bed. He stood there, watching him in silence.
Mother Mary entered the room as well.
"Why are you throwing him into chaos?" she asked.
Zeus laughed and said,
"Do you know what his fate holds? Do you know where destiny will take him?"
Mary walked to Alex's bed and sat beside him, gently pulling his head onto her lap.
"What do you mean?" while she swrling his hair.
Zeus turned to her, his expression serious.
"Even I cannot predict his destiny, just like his mother and Perseus could."
Mary's expression turned to one of shock.
"What?! Will he suffer like his grandfather and mother?" she asked, worried.
Zeus looked at her, his face grim.
"Mother, I believe his fate will be far worse than we can imagine."
As he spoke, he noticed tears running down Alex's face in his sleep. Wiping them away, he muttered:
"Remember—say nothing more or less. Only Xander can speak to him.".
Here's a corrected and more polished version of your passage with better grammar, flow, and readability while maintaining its dramatic tone:
Zeus saw the tears flowing from Alex's eyes. He gently lifted him into his arms and carried him to the Garden of Eden, where he sat beneath a grand tree.
Moments later, Alex stirred, wiping his tears. "Father! I had a strange dream!" he exclaimed. "I saw a woman… she was smiling at the edge of death and saying, 'Be a good boy! Mom always loves you!'"
Zeus gazed up at the sky, his expression unreadable. "Hmm… why don't we talk for a while?" he said.
Just then—"Aghhh! Haaaah!"—a sharp pain struck Alex's head. He clutched it, his mind flooding with memories. A warmth spread through his chest, familiar yet distant. Tears welled up in his eyes as he trembled. "Who is she, Father? You know who she is, don't you?"
Zeus knelt before him, his voice calm but firm. "Alex… you are not like other children. My blood flows through your veins. I am your great-grandfather."
Alex's eyes widened in shock. "Then… who is that woman? Why is she calling to me?!" he cried.
Zeus took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling as if the weight of the heavens pressed down on him. His voice trembled, thick with something he rarely allowed himself to feel—pain.
"Do you remember?" he whispered. "You've always asked me… Who are your mother and father?"
His hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. His golden eyes, usually so fierce, shimmered with unshed tears. When he spoke again, his voice cracked like thunder before a storm.
"Don't hate your mother!" he pleaded, his breath hitching. "She loves you… more than anything in the universe."
A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn't wipe it away. "She gave up everything for you… Everything." His voice broke entirely now, raw and exposed, the words barely making it past his lips." that all i can say , ask me any thing , if you want take them with you!".
alex turn back walk out of edeans garden , with unsatisfied heart
" what happend to them ! why is my mother appear me in that state !".