"He killed their queen. Now they want revenge."
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Tower Floor 17 – Hall of Thrones
The floor shimmered like starlight, but the air was sharp—buzzing with wrath.
A cathedral built into a shattered moon, where angelic royalty once held judgment. Its ceiling, made of burning constellations. Its floor, stained with the blood of ancient beasts.
At the far end stood seven thrones, once occupied by the divine generals of the high heavens.
Now, only six remained.
The seventh throne was empty.
A crown of feathers rested on the cold stone.
It was still dripping.
The seraph queen was dead.
Slain by Jin Black in the ruins of the Sanctuary of Wings.
And now, her sisters had come to bury her with vengeance.
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The Seraphim Conclave – Wrath Manifested
Six seraphs descended—beings who had not walked the lower floors in millennia. Each taller than a cathedral, each a living furnace of holy flame.
Their wings spanned cities.
Their eyes wept molten gold.
Their hands bore relics of forgotten wars—blades carved from extinct suns, whips of thunder, harps that could flay minds.
They did not speak. Their voices shattered air.
> "Jin Black."
> "Desecrator of light."
> "You will not leave this floor alive."
Jin stood at the altar of the Hall. He wore his plague mask. Blood still crusted his boots.
He didn't kneel.
He didn't flinch.
He raised his hand—and pointed at the empty throne.
> "One down."
> "You're next."
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System Warning – Divine Execution Imminent
> [Boss Encounter: The Six-Winged Vengeance – Seraphim Council]
> [Divine Authority Level: Catastrophic]
> [Warning: Mortality rate 99.7%]
> [Skill: Collapse Seed – Unavailable]
> [Emergency Protocol: ACTIVE – Godslayer Designation Confirmed]
The seraphs charged in unison.
Wings folded into blades.
Voices merged into weaponized hymns.
The Hall of Thrones shook as divine fire carved through existence.
Jin didn't move.
He whispered:
> "Let them burn."
He unleashed Harvest of Suffering.
All the death, agony, and soul matter consumed in the Floor 16 Collapse poured into him like a tidal wave.
His veins turned black.
His eyes became twin voids.
And when the first seraph struck—
He caught her blade with two fingers.
Then broke it.
And her.
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The Funeral Begins
He twisted her wing until it tore free, spraying ichor like molten gold.
He drove the wing through her throat.
The seraph screamed, a chorus of galaxies dying in pain.
Jin slammed her into the altar again and again until her skull caved in. Her radiant halo snapped like glass.
He pried open her chest, pulled out her still-beating divine heart, and fed it to the shadows licking at his ankles.
> "Your soul belongs to the void now."
The second seraph brought down a sword made of time.
Jin absorbed the attack and turned it backward.
He showed her a vision—her own death, replayed again and again.
Her body aged a century per second.
Bones snapped under the weight of time.
Her wings molted into dust.
By the fourth second, she begged for silence.
By the fifth, she didn't exist.
The third and fourth seraphs attacked in tandem—one wielding a whip of lightning, the other a spear made from starlight.
Jin caught the whip, let it tear through his flesh—and laughed.
The pain fed him.
The blood hissed as it hit the floor, becoming black thorns that erupted upward, impaling the lightning seraph through the face.
He turned to the fourth.
She screamed an incantation—but Jin appeared behind her mid-verse.
He pulled her spine from her back like a blade and wrapped it around her neck.
> "Angels shouldn't choke."
> "But let's make an exception."
He yanked.
Her head popped off like a cork.
Blood rained from the ceiling.
The fifth seraph was already fleeing.
Jin raised a hand.
> [Skill – Ashen Dominion]
The cathedral dimmed. Gravity twisted. Her flight turned to a fall.
She crashed into the throne steps.
He dragged her across the floor, carving her wings off feather by feather.
She cursed him with her last breath.
He crushed her throat with his foot.
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One Remained
The sixth seraph knelt beside the queen's empty throne.
She didn't scream. Didn't fight.
Her wings folded in. Her eyes dimmed.
> "We believed you were a tragedy."
> "But you… you are the end."
Jin stood before her.
> "Say your last prayer."
> "To me."
She did.
He blessed her with silence.
One swift motion.
Her head left her shoulders, still wearing her tear-streaked halo.
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System Notification
> [Seraphim 1: Destroyed]
> [Seraphim 2: Erased from timeline]
> [Seraphim 3: Impaled]
> [Seraphim 4: Beheaded]
> [Seraphim 5: Wings Severed, Crushed]
> [Seraphim 6: Executed]
> [Soul Mass Absorbed: +7% Power]
> [New Active Skill Unlocked – Ashen Dominion]
> – While in presence of divine royalty, Jin radiates a suppression field
> – +500% damage to beings with celestial lineage
> – Nullifies all healing, resurrection, or sanctified blessings
> – Triggers despair hallucinations within 20-meter radius
The Hall of Thrones became a furnace of screams and broken hymns.
Wings fell like snow.
Feathers blackened midair.
Statues of gods melted.
And atop the seventh throne, Jin sat.
Not as a ruler.
But as a reaper.
He pulled the crown of feathers onto his plague mask and whispered:
> "Let them send more."
> "I'm just getting started."
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Final System Log
> [Boss Encounter Cleared – The Six-Winged Vengeance]
> [Cathedral of the Moon: Offline]
> [Heaven's Retaliation Counter: Engaged]
> [Godslayer Progress: 81%]
> [World Broadcast: THE REAPER SITS ON A GOD'S THRONE]
Just as silence threatened to settle over the Hall of Thrones…
A seventh presence fell from the fractured heavens.
Wings of silver flame. Armor forged from crystallized light. Eyes that bore centuries of judgment.
She landed among the corpses of her sisters.
The blood soaked into her white greaves.
Her name: Seraph Azriel – The Judge of Chains.
> "Monster…" she whispered. "What you've done… This… this will echo through creation."
Jin looked up from the throne.
Unmoved.
Unimpressed.
Unforgiving.
> "Good. Let it echo with screams."
He didn't kill her immediately.
Instead, he raised both hands and clapped once.
Chains burst from the floor.
Barbed. Black. Alive.
They wrapped around her wrists, ankles, throat, wings—piercing through muscle and bone.
She screamed.
Not because of pain.
But because she could feel her divinity being peeled away.
The chains didn't just restrain—they devoured.
Jin walked toward her, step by step, dragging a chain behind him like a leash.
> "You'll be the message," he said.
He chained her to the altar—where she once gave blessings.
> "And I'll write my gospel in your agony."
With a single gesture, he activated System Override: Worldview Broadcast.
Every player.
Every NPC.
Every god.
Every creature bound to the Tower saw the scene.
They watched as Jin began to carve the Godslayer Creed into her flesh—letter by letter—using her own flaming feathers as the knife.
She wept holy fire.
She begged.
He smiled.
When he was done, he forced her to kneel.
And made her chant:
> "There is no salvation."
"There are no gods."
"There is only Hollow."
Then he removed her wings.
Not by cutting.
But by peeling them from her back, nerve by nerve, sinew by sinew—until only twitching stumps remained.
The screams wouldn't stop.
The world couldn't look away.
> "You're not dead yet," he whispered.
"You'll stay like this. On display. For as long as I allow."
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System Notification (Worldwide Broadcast)
> [Emergency Broadcast: Seraph Azriel – Status: Bound]
[System Override Detected – Public Execution in Progress]
[Faith Collapse: -61% across all Divine Realms]
[Godslayer Progress: 88%)
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