Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine-Chapter 64: This energy—should not be here.

Camazotz stared down at the weakened figure before him—Nergal, once a terrifying god, feared by mortals and respected by peers.

And now? Beaten, tattered, barely clinging to existence.

He clicked his tongue in disgust.

"Look at you... so broken. So... pitiful."

His voice was low, filled with mockery and disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—a god once crowned in glory, now reduced to crawling like a dying animal. His tone was thick with scorn, but somewhere beneath that... was amusement.

Nergal’s lips twitched... There was something off. Something... wrong.

This Camazotz didn’t feel like the one he had faced before. The energy... the presence... it wasn’t divine.

It wasn’t the same.

"W-Who are you...?" Nergal rasped out, voice strained with pain. His body shimmered faintly, like sand being erased from stone. He was fading—piece by piece.

Camazotz arched a brow and dramatically spread his arms as if on stage.

"Who am I? You don’t recognize me? I am Camazotz, the great God of Bats, the devourer of silence, the—"

"NO!"

Nergal cut him off, eyes narrowing.

"You feel... different. Something’s changed. There’s something inside you that doesn’t feel divine... not anymore."

His nose scrunched slightly, as if he could smell the difference.

"..."

Camazotz paused mid-performance. He sighed, the theatrics dropping from his face, and muttered with a shake of his head, "So you really don’t understand what’s going on... How annoying."

With a casual grace, Camazotz crouched down, his face lowering dangerously close to Nergal’s. His breath was warm, unnervingly calm.

"You do know what we’re fighting for, don’t you? The KEY?"

Nergal gave a slight nod, unsure where this was heading. "Yeah... So what?"

Camazotz blinked slowly. "So you do know what the KEY is, and yet... you don’t know what happened to me? Hah. That’s just tragic."

He tilted his head with a mocking smile.

"Maybe you really are just a pathetic failure who got left behind without even understanding the bigger picture."

A vein twitched in Nergal’s forehead.

"Hey, YOU—"

"Shhh..."

Camazotz lifted a finger and pressed it gently to Nergal’s cracked lips.

"You’re barely hanging on to this world. Don’t waste your last breath yelling."

Nergal’s jaw clenched tight, rage mixing with helplessness.

"Good boy," Camazotz whispered, standing up with a quiet grin. Then, with a more serious tone, he raised his hand and said, "Nergal... If you want to live—if you still have the will to fight, to chase the Key, and release our forgotten brethren—then take my power."

His eyes flickered with green fire as the black mist danced around him, crawling like serpents.

"Can you do that?"

Nergal furrowed his brows, hesitant.

"What power? My Master is gone... I can’t survive in this world without him."

Camazotz grinned wider. "Oh, but you will. All you need to do... is accept my offer. Share in my essence. Together, we’ll find the Key. We’ll build something stronger. Hell, we could even recruit the other champions—the ones who mocked you, the ones who beat you down like you were nothing."

Nergal’s hands curled into trembling fists. He remembered their faces, their scorn. Their pity. Camazotz was enjoying this—twisting the knife—but it was working.

"And if not?" Camazotz asked, stepping closer, voice growing colder. "You’ll fade. Right here, right now. A nameless end. You’ll disappear and never see the sun again. Never see the rest of our kind."

Nergal’s expression hardened. He didn’t want to vanish. The thought of becoming nothing—a whisper in time—sent a sickening chill down his spine.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulged on his neck... and nodded.

Camazotz smiled like a predator. "Good boy."

Without hesitation, he bit into his own finger. Thick, oily black blood welled up, glistening like tar under moonlight. He stepped closer and tilted Nergal’s chin up.

"Drink it."

Nergal hesitated for a single second. Then, slowly, he parted his lips. The blood dripped in—bitter, hot, pulsing with... something alive?

The moment it touched his tongue, Nergal’s body convulsed. His eyes burst open, flickering with a ghostly blue light as if electricity surged through his soul. A scream tore from his throat.

"ARRHHHH!"

Black liquid began leaking from every pore in his skin, bubbling and spreading, engulfing his entire body just like it once had done to Camazotz. It covered him completely, writhing over his skin like a living shadow.

Camazotz watched, delighted, as the transformation consumed him.

Inside Nergal’s mind—another voice echoed.

"You got beaten by a mere Stage 1 Mage? How disgraceful, Nergal... If your peers saw what you’ve become, they’d spit on your name."

The voice grew louder, darker.

"You disgust me. Let me take control... Let me wipe away the shame you’ve dragged over us. I will teach them all!! Hahahaha~~"

The laughter that followed was cruel.

Nergal, now fully engulfed in the sticky black ooze, stopped moving. Not even a breath escaped. His body stood still, silent and unmoving.

Camazotz looked upon the scene with a pleased expression.

"Welcome back, Nergal... or whatever’s left of you."

Time passed... Camazotz nodded with satisfaction, his gaze still lingering on the blackened husk that was once Nergal. A slow grin crawled across his face.

"Three more to go~"

He muttered, voice playful yet dark, as he turned on his heel, preparing to leave and begin the hunt for the remaining ones. But just as he took a step forward—

"Hey, Envy! Did you hear that voice? It must be Leo! Let’s go!"

A girl’s energetic voice echoed from one of the corridors.

"Tsk. What’s with you now? Everything about you screams ’boyfriend’ these days."

"Y-You shut up!!"

Valra snapped back, flustered, picking up her pace as she turned the corner—only to halt dead in her tracks.

She came face to face with Camazotz.

And just beyond him... a puddle of thick, black, writhing liquid that oozed across the ground like something alive. It pulsed faintly, like something—or someone—was inside.

Her words caught in her throat.

"What? Too shocked it’s not your boyfrie---" Envy muttered as he stepped up behind her, clearly intending to tease—until he saw what she was looking at.

His face turned pale instantly.

His pupils shrank.

The moment his eyes caught the faint black mist rising from Camazotz’s body and the crawling liquid on the floor, a deep dread rooted itself in his heart.

’I-It can’t be...’

Valra frowned, eyes narrowing at Camazotz’s form.

"You... you look different."

Her voice was cautious. Her fingers glowed as she summoned flames under her palms, preparing to strike.

Camazotz only chuckled in response, tilting his head slightly, but made no move.

"Whatever. I’ve been itching to fight anyway—"

Before Valra could finish her words, a claw-like shadow of black mist launched toward her with terrifying speed. It was faster than lightning, faster than reflex.

"Watch out!" Envy shouted as he tackled her to the side.

The black mist shot past them and struck the wall behind, which instantly withered and decayed—darkened, cracked, and rotted as if infected by death itself.

Valra rolled on the floor, her eyes wide, heart pounding.

"My bad... He was faster than I thought—"

"MASTER!!"

Envy’s voice cut through her words,

"Do not engage! DO NOT TOUCH THEM AT ANY COST and.... Run! Run as far as you can, and if possible—take your boyfriend and get out of this maze! NOW!"

Before Valra could respond, Envy raised his bow and shot a rapid arrow—not at Camazotz, but at a seemingly random spot to the side. The arrow bounced off the wall, ricocheted once, twice, and hit a hidden mechanism.

Click!

Thud!

The ground beneath Valra collapsed in an instant, revealing a trap door. She fell with a startled scream, vanishing into the void below.

"ENVY!!! What the hell did you do?!"

Her voice echoed faintly from the depths.

Camazotz slowly turned to Envy with a curious expression, amused by what had just happened. He tilted his head like a curious predator, watching prey do something unexpected.

Beads of sweat slid down Envy’s temples. His arms trembled slightly, his stance shifting.

Fear?

Camazotz grinned wider, baring his fangs.

"You know what happened to me, don’t you?"

Envy didn’t flinch. His jaw clenched tightly. His breath was sharp.

"How could I not?"

He spat, venom in his words.

"You’re the thing that twisted our world into a living nightmare. The thing that never should’ve existed in the first place."

His grip on his bow tightened. His knuckles went white.

"You—this energy—should not be here. We sealed all of you away...! What are you doing here?!!"

Camazotz gave a slow, impressed whistle and chuckled darkly.

"So you do know what I am. Fascinating..."

His green-glowing eyes pulsed with menace as he raised one hand casually.

"Then why not join me? Together, we could search for the Key. Don’t you want your brethren to be free again?"

Envy’s eyes turned cold as ice. He raised his bow and pointed it directly at Camazotz’s heart.

"You will never find the Key... and I will never let you leave this place. F—"

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