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The sky didn’t thunder , it screamed.

Lightning slashed through clouds like claws, not in white but in shades of violet, crimson, and obsidian. The forest around the ancient temple trembled, trees writhing like they were in pain. The ground cracked open, bleeding molten veins that glowed with unnatural fury.

And at the heart of it all , a single, piercing cry.

A child’s cry.

But not human. Not anymore.

Ridhima’s first breath was fire. Her first scream, chaos.

From her tiny lungs echoed power that hadn’t touched this realm in eons like raw, untrained, infinite. The marble floor beneath her shattered like glass. Time stuttered. The shadows in the corners of the world leaned closer, listening.

Raven ( the trusted witch partner of the queen witch , now the guardian of Ridhima ) stumbled forward, feathers torn, wings twitching in pain. Her arms wrapped protectively around the child, shielding her from the falling debris, the flaring wind, the blinding light.

Raven : “Shhh, shhh, it’s alright,” she whispered, but her voice was trembling. “I’m here. You’re safe, little flame, you’re safe…”

But she wasn’t.

No one was.

Because then , the gates opened.

Above them, Heaven’s sky split open , not with grace, but with violence.

A blinding celestial rift tore across the clouds. Golden fire rained down like shattered halos.

Divine trumpets let out a scream , not of welcome, but of alarm.

Simultaneously, the earth cracked apart below the Hell’s gate, jagged and blazing, tore through the stone floor like a wound too old to heal. Black fire surged upward, tasting the air, searching for the source.

In both realms up high in the shining Thrones of Judgment and down deep in the Seven Circles of Ash , chaos erupted.

Not because they saw her.

Because they couldn’t.

Heaven’s seers searched their scrolls no name , no face , no gender ,  no origin.

Hell’s devourers sniffed the magic unrecognizable and Unmapped .

The power had no form, no label, no past.

In both realm the question is echoing ...

“What is it?” asked a divine seraph, wings aflame.

“Who summoned this?” snarled a horned warden of flame.

“Is it one of ours?”

“One of theirs?”

“What is coming through that breach?”

But there were no answers. Just destruction.

Lands scorched. Thrones cracked. Stars blinked out.

Even the gods stumbled. Even the demons flinched.

And through it all, the child in Raven’s arms whimpered again setting a stone pillar ablaze without touching it.

Raven dropped to her knees, shielding her with trembling wings, eyes wild and she pleads “You have to stop, little one , please. You’re tearing the world too early. You’re not ready , they're not ready for you.”

But Ridhima was no longer crying. Her eyes were open still infantile, unfocused but they glowed, pulsing with light and darkness together, like galaxies swirling in a storm. The runes on her skin began to shimmer and vanish beneath her flesh, burying themselves like secrets.

The power pulsed one last time.

Then silence.

The Heaven's gate sealed with a metallic slam, light folding in on itself.

The Hell rift hissed and collapsed, like a beast dragging its tongue back through the earth.

Gone.

But the damage was done.

And in both realms, one thought echoed louder than any command and any prayer

We don’t know what that was.

We don’t know who it is.

We don’t know how to stop it.

And that was terrifying.

Raven, still shaking, kissed the child’s forehead and whispered, “You’re not just prophecy. You’re a warning.”

She wrapped Ridhima in a veil woven from crow feathers and old oaths, and vanished into the shadows before either Heaven or Hell could realize what had really just entered the world.

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In hell ...

Hell was not built for fear.

It was made for rage, for torment, for eternal damnation. But in this moment, deep in the blood-soaked halls of the Underworld, something unfamiliar slithered through the molten air , uncertainty

Lucifer stood at the center of the Circle of Thrones, where the Great Infernal Council once judged souls and condemned gods. He hadn’t summoned a council in centuries, but now, even the eldest demons had gathered, their forms flickering between smoke and shadow.

The air trembled.

One by one, they all felt it , a ripple. A fracture. A scream so ancient, so powerful, it bypassed all boundaries. It had not come from above, nor below. It came from somewhere else entirely.

And the moment it struck, Hell bent.

Great fortresses of obsidian cracked. The rivers of fire surged. Uncontainable surges of chaotic energy burst through the Circle, searing flesh from bone, warping reality, and for a moment Hell lost control of its own flames.

Demons howled. The chains of the damned snapped. The Infernal Bells shattered.

Lucifer raised his hand and shouted, "Contain it , seal every gateway, every mirror, every vessel!"

The demons obeyed out of loyalty and survival. They summoned the oldest magic. Sacrificed beasts with tongues of fire. Sealed gates with soul-blood. The walls of Hell strained to hold steady.

Still, the energy didn’t fade. It lingered.

“What was that?” Beelzebub , a beast like demon, growled, horns dripping molten metal.

“No name. No form. No trace,” another rasped , eyes glowing like sick stars. “Not from Heaven. Not from us.”

Lucifer turned, his wings unfurled, his eyes burning coal black and says “Then we have a problem.”

And then he paused.

A shift in the air. A chill that did not belong in this furnace. A ancient presence and worse interested.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “No. He’s awake?”

Before anyone could respond, the floor beneath the Circle began to hum. A blackened sigil ignited slowly, like an old heartbeat being coaxed back to life. It pulsed with a rhythm older than sin itself.

The other demons froze.

Lucifer’s voice dropped. “He hasn’t stirred in a hundred years.”

Then came the whisper. Faint, but clear. “Curious” ...

The sigil split open like an eye and a obsidian gate of immense complexity. It didn’t lead to anywhere. It waited.

A door made to be opened only by the one who built it.

Vansh Malric kael Raiven...

A long, elegant figure sat lazily upon a throne carved from living stone , a throne that pulsed with dark energy as if it feared the one resting on it. His body was sculpted like a god, tall and lean, but every inch of him radiated something far beyond mortal comprehension. He looked too perfect like beauty designed to lure destruction.

His skin was pale, almost silver, marked with shifting black tattoos that moved of their own will, each one an ancient curse written in a dead tongue. His hair is long, jet black, and unnaturally smooth spilled over his shoulders like liquid shadow, some strands floating as if defying gravity. The air around him rippled with invisible heat and cold at once.

But it was his face that made Hell tremble.

A face that could stop wars or start them. Sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, lips that curved like temptation itself, a jawline carved by something far older than time. He wasn’t just attractive he was devastating.

And his eyes…

One shimmered like a dying star galaxies collapsing in a single gaze, beauty so violent it stole breath.

The other? Void. Pure black. A bottomless pit that reflected nothing but you , your fears, your secrets, your damnation.

Vansh Malric kael Raiven... ☝️☝️☝️

Even the shadows leaned closer to him. Even silence seemed afraid to stay too long.

Lucifer, the once-morning star, the ruler of Hell itself, hesitated before stepping fully into the room.

Vansh noticed, of course. He always noticed.

He tilted his head, just a little, the movement both elegant and predatory.

Vansh ( smiles ) : Father. How rare of you to visit.

Lucifer’s wings twitched not from anger, but instinct. The kind that tells you when you’ve entered a cage you might not leave. And vansh , he never stood . He didn’t need to.

His presence alone bent the air around him. Power curled at his feet like smoke , thick, rich, pulsing. Unmeasurable. It didn’t roar. It waited. Like it knew it would be called again soon.

Even the prison crafted with the strongest binding spells and cursed metals cracked slightly beneath his throne.

Golden chains lay slack across the floor useless. The summoning gate pulsed with forbidden energy. It wasn’t glowing for the first time in centuries , it was humming like a living thing, eager.

Vansh stood from the thorn , arms moved behind , eyes on the chaos unfurling within the gate’s swirling core.

Lucifer ( said in a tight voice ) : You opened the gate

Vansh ignores his question and says in a slow and deep voice : What is it this time? Another apocalypse? Or did the cherubs up there finally drop their halos and start panicking?

Lucifer says in a sharp tone : There was a power surge. Something primal. It shook Heaven.

Vansh raised a brow :  Did it ?Should’ve sent a thank you card. I do enjoy causing emotional damage to divine architecture.

Lucifer ( says in a tense tone ) : That power wasn’t yours , Who was it?

Vansh tilted his head, feigning innocence and said  :  Aww Jealous ? But to the disappointment I don't know

And oh, Lucifer is tense now.

Amusement flickered in Vansh's glowing eye. Ah, he thought. Still scared of the dark, aren’t you?

Lucifer repeated : It wasn't you .

Vansh ( said in mocking wounded tone ) : That hurts truly. But no , It wasn’t me this time

Lucifer frowned and asked who was it

Vansh tilted his head, a few strands of his ink-black hair falling into his face and smiles and said I don't know father , do you not trust me

Lucifer shifted in his place and said : don't call me that and Vansh watched him still smiling and silently

The silence stretched.

Lucifer broke it and again repeated : Why did you open the summoning gate ?

Vansh shrugs : because I'm bored

Lucifer’s lips thinned.

Vansh stepped closer casually and unhurried. Lucifer did not step back, but his wings shifted like they are Alert , Ready , Afraid and Vansh noticed. Of course, he noticed but said nothing just smirked.

Lucifer bristled and said : You're still bound to this place.

Vansh asked : Bound? Then laughed rich, low, mocking. Darling, I’m resting. You chained me in silk and sin, gave me power, whores, worship... You think that’s a prison? No. That’s luxury with better acoustics.

Lucifer clenched his fists and said  : If you interfere with the power

Vansh interrupted : Let me guess , You’ll stop me? He said it was like a bedtime joke.

Lucifer looked away for half a second , half a second too long and Vansh's grin widened.

Vansh ( said in sweet yet a venomous tone ) : You know what I’ve always liked about you, Father? Even when you’re terrified, you pretend you’re in charge.

Lucifer’s pride cracked but he said nothing. Could say nothing. So he turned to leave, cloak flaring, silence biting and he vanished, vansh stood alone again hair wild, eyes glowing, lips still curved in that insufferable, devastating smirk.

In heaven...

Heaven was never meant to shake.

Its skies were forged in clarity. Its walls are in harmony. Its foundations songs older than creation were built on light, law, and the unwavering rhythm of divinity. But in that moment silence fell. A silence not chosen, but forced.

The clouds fractured. Celestial birds fell from the air. Golden light stuttered like a broken flame.

And then , the heavens split.

Not from attack. Not from rebellion. From something worse.

A scream. A pulse. An existence so raw and unfiltered, it tore through the skies like lightning through silk.

The Gates of Revelation never opened without divine decree swung wide on their own. The Scrolls of Time trembled. The Eternal Waters blackened at the edges.

High above the divine courts, the Archangels stood frozen, their wings quivering with unspoken fear. The Seraphim creatures of pure fire and devotion dimmed. They dimmed.

All the High power and ancient gods came forward and managed to stop the destruction and close the gates

None of them knew what had happened.

But they felt it.

Something was born or awakened not in Hell, not in Heaven, not in any of the mapped dimensions of reality but between them. Something untouched, unwritten, unseen.

The Creator Himself did not speak. He did not send visions. He simply watched.

The gods gathered, arguing in golden halls that never echoed before.

She is power, one said.

Is it even a she?  asked another.

Is it a what, or a who?

Is it one of ours?

“No,” came the whisper of the oldest god present, his eyes milky with age. This power… it does not belong to any pantheon. It is more powerful than us.

The Court fell quiet.

Outside, divine beasts roared and collapsed. Sacred symbols flickered. Heaven’s oracles screamed in madness. And still no answers came.

Only questions.

Only fear.

But one thing was clear this was not Lucifer’s doing. This was not any demon or rogue god. This wasn’t something even Heaven had files on.

And that made it the most terrifying thing of all.

On the other side

Raven held the girl tightly in her arms, heart pounding louder than the chaos above. Ridhima’s eyes still glowing, still otherworldly reflected all the storms, all the screams of fate crashing down.

"Raven whispered in a cracked voice : Shh… it's okay

It wasn’t okay.

Ridhima wasn’t crying. She was silent. Too silent. Her tiny fists were clenched. The wind responded to her breath. The fire bent to her mood. The earth cracked beneath her cradle.

But it wasn’t just magic it was creation itself reshaping around her.

Raven had seen things in her lifetime. Gods fall. Empires burn. But nothing , nothing like this.

She pulled the ancient pendant from her satchel, a talisman shaped like an eclipse entwined with a serpent. It pulsed faintly, warm and resistant to the chaos.

She slipped it around Ridhima’s neck and mummered please work

The moment it touched her skin, the glow in her eyes dimmed . Not gone just hidden. Like the sun behind clouds.

Still dangerous. Still divine.

Raven exhaled, brushing the child’s hair from her forehead. I’ll protect you. Whatever this is… they won’t find you. Not yet.

The pendant would suppress the scent of her power. Cloak her aura. Blur her from celestial eyes.

As Raven vanished into the shadows of the mortal world, she didn’t see the way even the pendant flickered.

Because the power it tried to hide was limitless.

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The night was thick with tension as Raven stepped through the shattered veil between worlds, holding the sleeping child close. The pendant glowed faintly at her neck, keeping Ridhima’s presence hidden for now.

But Raven knew it wouldn’t last. Not with power like this. Not when even gods were shaking.

She traveled fast through the edges of broken ley lines, through hidden forests guarded by curses, through forgotten lands where witches still whispered in lost tongues.

Her destination?

A high mountain where magic ran wild and unbound, protected by an ancient witch from another cast Selene.

Selene, a legend in her own right. Cold, cunning, and as powerful as she was unpredictable. A witch who owed Raven a debt, the kind of debt that could only be repaid with fate itself.

The wind howled as Raven reached the stone archway carved into the mountain’s heart.

A voice drifted down from the shadows, amused. Took you long enough, Raven.

“Selene,” Raven whispered, stepping into the shimmering blue mist.

Inside, the cave was lit by floating crystals and dripping spells. Every inch pulsed with wild energy, ancient and feral. And there, seated on a throne of bones and black velvet, was Selene young as ever, eyes gleaming like obsidian stars.

Raven bowed slightly and said: I’ve come to collect.

Selene leaned forward and said : Ah... the favor. I wondered when you’d cash it in. What is it you want?

Without a word, Raven pulled back the folds of her cloak, revealing the sleeping child in her arms.

Selene’s smile vanished.

She stood, crossing the room in a single breath. Her gaze swept over Ridhima and she froze.

This child… Her voice was low. This isn’t mortal. This isn’t anything I’ve ever seen.

Raven ( said in a tensed voice) : I need protection spells, Something strong. Something ancient. She must not be found. Not by Heaven. Not by Hell. Not even by the stars.

Selene didn’t speak at first. Just stared, watching the slow rise and fall of Ridhima’s breath. Then whispers Raven… this girl , she is everything.

Raven whispered : I know and  that’s why she must survive.

A silence passed between them. Heavy. Unspoken. Then Selene sighed, raising a hand.

From the ceiling, an enchanted pendant drifted down crafted from shadow glass and the root of the World Tree, etched with blood-ink runes that pulsed faintly.

Selene said : This will hide her from most eyes, But not forever. Sooner or later, someone will come looking.

Raven replied : I just need time

Selene touched Ridhima’s forehead gently. She will burn the sky, But maybe... maybe she’ll heal it too.

For a flicker of a moment, the two witches stood not as guardians and legends, but as friends bound by fate, love, and the impossible weight of prophecy.

And outside, the world slowly mended from the destruction it had barely survived… unaware that the storm was only sleeping.

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