AWEZZ:THE FALL OF GOD

Below, on that blue and green sphere, billions of insects were squirming.

Standing at the edge of Nirvana’s freezing silence, I watched the world. Wars, plagues, humans devouring each other’s flesh, and amidst all that misery, desperate, trembling hands reaching out to the sky... A continuous, humming river flowed from below to above. The name of this river was prayer.

There was neither disgust nor pity on my face. Only an absolute, flawless apathy. I was calculating how the “System,” which should have operated in perfect balance, had turned into such a disgusting exploitation facility. I turned my eyes to the colossal mechanism endlessly turning behind me: the Faith Reactor. Those millions of agonizing cries from below crashed into this reactor and were converted into pure, blinding power—energy. And we... the seven “Luminaries” at the summit of Nirvana, drank this power like parasites.

I was numb. Until a small, warm crack formed in the frozen walls of my mind.

My eyes locked onto a single, glowing point amidst those billions of souls below. To Neva. The only weakness that belonged to me in that filthy chaos of the world. As I watched her, a single, warm drop rolled down my cheek. This was not a god’s mercy; this was the physical reaction of that sick, human love I felt for the only being for whom I would burn the universe.

I immediately composed myself. I wiped away that single drop from my face, put my absolute, apathetic mask back on, and turned to the dark void before me.

Before me, the brightest entity of Nirvana, Zerafil, the Archangel of the Alliance, had fallen to his knees.

Nichess was over. I had shattered half of his will with my mind and assimilated it into my own. His flawless wings were splayed on the ground, his golden-yellow eyes staring at me in terror. Crushing him, breaking his arrogance had been easier than I expected. I had turned him into a secret slave, a Trojan Horse I would plunge into the heart of the Alliance. At least, that’s what I thought.

“Rise,” I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. Yet my mind was bleeding under the weight of the will he had surrendered to me. “We will walk out that door, and you will continue to play your little kingdom game. But with every step, you will feel my fingers inside your brain.”

Zerafil slowly stood up. But that expression of terror on his face... changed in an instant. A blood-curdling, sickening smile appeared on his flawless visage.

The moment I realized something was wrong, that “connection” in my mind triggered an alarm. When our minds touched at the Nichess table, he hadn’t just given me his will. He had seeped into that locked, secret room of my mind and seen for whom that single teardrop had fallen.

“You took half of my will, Awezz...” whispered Zerafil. His wings suddenly flared with a pitch-black energy. “...But I will take your reason for existence!”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, the Archangel used his remaining sliver of power not to attack me, but to tear the very fabric of Nirvana. He plunged his hands into the void and savagely pulled something, a soul, up from the world below.

Time stopped.

My little, naive light... Neva’s soul fell into that crushing, freezing void of Nirvana. It was impossible for a mortal soul to exist here. She tried to scream in agony, but her voice faded into the nothingness.

“No!” I roared. My millennia of numbness had been replaced by a pure, primal terror. I lunged toward her.

But Zerafil was faster. “Now, which one of us is the slave?” he laughed, clapping his hands together ruthlessly.

Crack.

Neva’s soul shattered into millions of crystal shards right before my eyes. There was no reincarnation. There was no afterlife. She had, quite literally, faded into absolute nothingness.

At that moment... the calculating, cold-blooded system engineer inside me died. In his place, an unchained monster was born.

As Zerafil turned to me, drunk on his victory, I hurled myself at him, shattering the physical laws of Nirvana. There were no mind games or magic. Only pure violence. I grabbed his throat and hurled him backward, straight into that colossal, scorching Faith Reactor.

I heard the sound of his bones breaking as his back hit the spinning gears, but it wasn’t enough. I pounced on him. I grabbed his magnificent head and slammed his face into the burning steel texture of the reactor. Once. Five times. Ten times.

As his golden blood splattered across the reactor’s gears, I could hear the other Luminaries flooding into the hall, screaming. I didn’t care. When Zerafil’s skull was completely shattered, I plunged my hand into his disgusting brain and ripped out that glowing Light Crystal located at the core of every Luminary.

As his corpse tumbled to the bottom of the reactor, the sky tore open.

God... that emotionless, mechanical System, had activated its own defense protocol.

“RULE VIOLATION. A LUMINARY HAS BEEN DESTROYED. VERDICT: DELETION AND EXILE.”

As the mechanical voice echoed throughout the dimension, a pitch-black weight that swallowed my mind collapsed upon me. My body was disintegrating; my memory was being erased like a virus. I only had seconds left before the System completely reset me and vomited me out into the world as a mortal.

As my eyes were closing, I looked at the bloody Light Crystal in my hand. There is no flawless system; there are only systems that haven’t been hacked yet.

With one last mental struggle, I coded the deepest layers of my consciousness, my hatred, and my vow of vengeance into this crystal. I hurled my memory through the reactor, down to the world, right into the dark chaos of Istanbul.

And then... the darkness swallowed me. From the sky, I began to fall downwards, straight into a cage of flesh.

I was no longer a Luminary. But I was the very nightmare that would hunt them down from the earth.