Chapter 3:

The Heaven That lied

The 9th monster




The frontlines were not a place for promises.
Smoke hung over blood-soaked soil, and every scream was another prayer left unanswered. The war the kingdom tried to hide had become a storm. His spear—once meant for ceremony—had learned to kill. Quickly. Quietly.
He led men who bled for a crown they’d never see. Who died for names they’d never know.
But in every battle, his hand brushed the silver ring she gave him.It reminded him of gardens. Of laughter. Of her.
For months he fought. For months he survived.And then the letter came.
A single parchment delivered by a rider who would not meet his eyes.The seal was royal. The ink, rushed. The words…
“The Lady Elirein of House Vire has passed. Cause: illness. Burial: Royal Crypt.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The ink swam before his eyes.Elirein.Her name was Elirein.
But she wasn’t sick. She was alive. Waiting. She promised.
He returned to the capital in secret, blood still drying on his armor.But when he reached the castle gates, there were no banners for mourning.No songs for the lost.
Only silence.
He found the maid who once helped Elirein slip out of the palace. She trembled at the sight of him, eyes wide with guilt. And when he pressed her for truth, she fell to her knees and confessed.
“She was killed. Poisoned… by her own kin. They said she shamed the family. Said she loved a soldier.”
His scream shattered the quiet of that hour.
He took the ring and went to the temple of the High Sky—the sanctuary where gods were said to listen.
He begged.He wept.He screamed.And in his final breath, he cursed.
“If you let her die, then heaven is nothing but lies.”
There was no answer.
Not a whisper. Not a sign. Only cold stone and a golden altar too clean to know suffering.
He stood for hours.
Then… the flame came.
Not of this world. Not of any god.
It burst from within him—silent, searing, blue.His right wing burned away. Another grew in its place—flaming, endless, broken.His armor blackened, twisted. His spear melted and reformed into something cruel.And his name… it vanished.
Only one name remained:
Lover from Hell.