SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 213

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Chapter 213: They are all dead

The emerging form of Skal’Zarith reeled. It wasn’t fear exactly, but recognition. That frozen grin of sadistic hunger faltered. The black frost surrounding it began to retreat, curling inward like ash afraid of wind. For the first time, the demon didn’t move forward.

From the light stepped a figure.

Or perhaps it wasn’t stepping at all, perhaps reality itself was simply shifting to make room for its presence. The figure was wreathed in celestial flame and cloaked in an armor of star-forged sigils that burned with truths too ancient for words. Its face was hidden, obscured by a mask etched with constellations and fate-lines, but even the mask pulsed with authority.

"Return." The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It resonated in bone, in soul. The kind of command that didn’t come from volume but from law, the original law before systems and rules were written.

The black form of Skal’Zarith’s fragment twitched violently, its enormous clawed hand grasping at the void, trying to hold on. "NO!" it bellowed. "Don’t you dare think this is over. This prey is mine, and he will be mine one way or the other. You are just a fucking lap dog. Don’t you dare think that this great Skal’Zarith is scared of the likes of you!"

The celestial figure tilted its head slightly, as if regarding a speck of dirt that had dared speak back. No anger, no emotion at all, just pure, implacable stillness. Then, a faint shimmer ran along the lines of the starmap etched into its mask. One by one, the constellations glowed in sequence, like locks turning against the will of eternity.

"I am not here to inspire fear," the figure said calmly, each word weighted like a celestial judgment. "I am here to enforce inevitability."

The void buckled. A second wave of chains burst from the rift above, these ones forged not from light but from paradox, each link made from opposing forces: time and void, creation and oblivion, memory and prophecy. They didn’t just bind, they rewrote. The laws of manifestation themselves were overwritten as they coiled around the demon’s fragment.

Skal’Zarith’s form spasmed. Its claws shattered mid-gesture, its shadow flesh unraveling into ribbons of void and corrupted will. "YOU CAN’T ERASE ME!" it howled. "THIS REALITY IS FRACTURED! I WILL FIND A WAY BACK! I will never submit to you and your system!"

"Then I will be waiting," the figure intoned, stepping forward. With a flick of a single finger, the space around Skal’Zarith collapsed in upon itself like a black hole made of silence.

A moment later, the world exhaled. The skies cracked back into blue, though traces of the aftermath lingered. The ground stopped shaking. The cold retreated. Damon, still on his knees, gasped for air as his body trembled uncontrollably, every cell whispering that he had been within reach of extinction.

The figure turned. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished, folding into the same crack in the sky that had brought it here. The light was gone. Everything was gone.