Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine-Chapter 74: FATE END!

Envy, too, had reached his absolute limit.

His breath was no longer that of a god but a dying ember, flickering against the wind.

And then, it happened.

The divine arrow... the very essence of his soul and will... finally exploded.

BBBBOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!

A blast unlike anything before tore across the sky. A deafening roar consumed the heavens as a ball of incandescent energy bloomed outward, swallowing all light, all sound, all space. It wasn’t just an explosion...

It was like a god exhaling his final breath into the world.

The sky lit up in white-gold brilliance. The clouds didn’t just scatter — they evaporated.

Then...

Only a stillness so complete that even the earth seemed to hold its breath.

Crack...

Snrr...

A tree splintered in the distance, still burning. Coals crumbled into ash. The stench of scorched earth filled the air.

The tendrils had already disappeared into nothingness.

The Forest was gone. In its place stood ruin — a smoking expanse of blackened earth and twisted trees, their bark peeled like dried skin, their roots hanging exposed like open veins.

The air smelled of ash.

And in the wake of that blast, three bodies lay flung across the forest like broken dolls tossed around.

Far on one side — Nergal and Camazotz.

Their forms were mangled, their monstrous flesh torn open in ways not even gods should endure. Half their bodies were missing — muscles shredded, bones shattered, wings bent at unnatural angles. Their faces were pale, barely alive, eyes wide in disbelief and pain.

Camazotz’s breathing was ragged. He coughed, black blood leaking from his lips as he tried to lift his arm, fingers twitching like a dying spider.

"...L-Let’s go..."

His voice was no longer fierce or arrogant. It was hollow, dry, like dust blowing through a crypt.

Nergal didn’t answer.

A thin veil of darkness cloaked the two — and then, just like that, they vanished.

Gone.

Retreating into whatever dark place was left for them.

And on the other side...

Envy.

His body lay still — unmoving against the cracked, smouldering ground. The once-shining armour had disappeared into particles as if reached its limit... His white hair was matted with blood and ash, clinging to his skin in clumps.

He twitched.

A single motion.

Then a cough — wet, choking — and a thin stream of blood trickled from his mouth, staining the ground beneath his cheek.

The blood clotted his breathing for a second before gulping it down, and he blinked slowly.

His vision... was gone. Blurred. Clouded with pain and heat. All he could see were vague flashes — light and dark, red and white, sky and ground.

Everything hurt.

His fingers dug weakly into the dirt. He wanted to rise — he didn’t even know why anymore — but his body screamed in refusal. His ribs were crushed. His shoulder was dislocated. His back felt like it had been torn open.

Every breath was a last.

"...Still... alive...?"

The words escaped his mouth like wind from a cracked flute, barely audible, more air than sound. He wasn’t sure if he was speaking to himself... or asking the gods above why he still existed.

The sky above him — calm now — had turned a soft shade of grey, with a few stubborn clouds drifting across the horizon.

But he knew... He wouldn’t last anymore.

Then Envy noticed... Ophis was lying sprawled on the cold ground, unconscious.

The faint cuts and bruises on her delicate body were slowly closing up, healing with a soft sizzle—her vampire trait quietly knitting flesh and skin back together...

She seemed to be fine.

’Haha... Lucky Vampire’

He thought... but then... something else stole his breath.

His eyes widened.... No.

"N-No... No..."

A dry, cracked whisper escaped his lips. His throat felt scorched, his one leg barely obeyed him as he staggered forward, dragging himself toward the dreadful sight.

There, ahead of him, stood Leo...

Leo’s body was upright—but only because a long, weird staff was impaled straight through his back, pinning him in place like a discarded puppet.

He didn’t move... not even a flinch!!

Envy’s breath caught as he crawled to the front...

Envy didn’t understand what happened or whom does this staff even belong to!!

First time seeing this staff.

Sneak attack?

But who?

So many questions until.. he saw it.

His body shuddered as his remaining limbs trembled in horror.

Leo’s chest was torn open.

The flat end of the staff had pierced straight through his ribcage and impaled something... red... still beating?

His heart. It was there, lying on the ground below, glistening in blood, twitching faintly with a dying rhythm.

Ba-dump... Ba...dump...

The pure, crimson heart trembled on the earth, its faint thumps growing slower and softer—like it was fighting, struggling against the inevitable end.

Blood pooled around it, soaking into the dirt.

From Leo’s lips, thick streams of blood dripped, tracing down his chin. His eyes stared forward, wide open—glassy, blank, and hauntingly lifeless. A hole gaped in the middle of his chest, raw and wet, blood still flowing out like a broken fountain.

Ssshhhh~

The staff dissolved into glowing blue particles, vanishing into the air without a sound.

Thud!

Leo’s body dropped like a collapsed statue, falling face-first into the bloodied ground, his glasses fell off, broken and shattered.

Envy’s eyes were wide with disbelief, his voice shaking. "Why... why, man... why..." he whispered, his voice cracking, barely audible.

His hands trembled as he pulled Leo’s limp body into his lap, blood sprayed on the ground... Envy’s body started to crack back, but he didn’t care.. He touched Leo with a gentle expression.

The warmth was already fading from Leo’s skin. Envy looked down at his lifeless eyes, a hollow expression etched into his frozen face.

He bit his lip hard, trying to hold it together. But a bitter smile cracked through his pain.

"You idiot... You really had to do this, huh?" he muttered.

"You protected my Master instead of yourself... You gave her that damn stone... instead of saving your own ass...

Haha... P-Pathetic"

He sniffed as a single tear slid down his cheek, staining the blood smeared on his face.

He had a proud face, knowing that this man protected his Master and yet sad knowing his Master would break down.

"Well, if this is fate, then..."

Then, out of the corner of his eye.... movement?

The few black tendrils near Leo’s foot... they shivered.

Trembled.... Like they were afraid to touch Leo?!

They disappeared.

Envy’s eyes narrowed.

He stared at them for a moment before slowly lifting his gaze to the sky above.

The darkness of night was beginning to lighten, just slightly, as the first touch of dawn kissed the clouds.

"I see now... He is the Fated one... isn’t he?"

He murmured softly as if everything made sense to him that had happened so far.

A weird mana circuit-less human.

An ability to strengthen himself.

The arrival of that dark, sticky substance.

Everything made sense now to him.

"M-My lords... What you feared... finally began.... ah... But this is the only path... Please forgive this insolent fool..."

He slowly raised one trembling hand to the sky and with a single swing,

CHUCCKKK!!!

A wet, tearing sound echoed through the silence as his chest burst open from the inside. Flesh peeled apart.

Blood poured down his stomach. His hand sank deep into his own body... and pulled something out.

It was a strange, horrifying orb... about the size of a palm. Reddish-black. Its surface moved like smoke, shifting and writhing unnaturally. Red and black tendrils danced around it like it was breathing... And wrapping around the sphere... golden chains—tiny, living chains—coiled and uncoiled like they were guarding it... No, Holding it!!

Drip... Drip...

Blood ran from Envy’s lips, trailing down his chin. His hand trembled as he brought the strange object closer to Leo’s chest—closer to that gaping, gruesome hole where his heart should’ve been.

"I’m sorry, Leo... This is the only path"

He whispered.

He gently placed the sphere into Leo’s chest cavity. The moment it touched the blood-soaked flesh, it pulsed... then shivered violently.

Redish black tendrils shot out, attaching themselves to Leo’s body. The chains slithered into the open chest, linking flesh and skin as the orb pulled itself inward. The hole began to close around it, muscle and skin reforming slowly... wet and messy.

The air around them hissed as black and red mist hissed out from the wound. The orb let out a soft, eerie scream—like a whisper carried by the wind.

Then... silence.

Leo’s pure red hair... darkened, becoming a deeper shade—a sinister, blood-tinted black.

His eyes, once pure crimson, flickered... then turned into swirling black-red. His limbs jerked, spasming unnaturally, like something inside was trying to wake up.

And then... his lifeless eyes blinked once. Slowly. His eyelids fluttered closed, almost peacefully.

Envy gave a weak smile and gently ran his hand through Leo’s now-darkened hair.

"P-Please... Protect the KEY and... My Master, Fated one."

His voice was soft, fading like wind.

With a soft, gentle smile, he closed his heavy eyelids.

Then Envy’s body crumbled—his form dissolving into fine ash particles, carried away by a sudden, gentle breeze, like the world itself was saying goodbye to a soul that had fulfilled its purpose.

Everything fell silent.

No movement. No breath.

And then—

Thud!

A shadowy figure landed in the middle of the blood-soaked disaster.

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