Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable-Chapter 37: The Deicide and the Throne of Oblivion

The sky was torn between light and shadow.

On one side floated Solarius, God of Order, wrapped in celestial fire that burned with the fury of a thousand suns. His obsidian greatsword crackling with divine judgment, each spark capable of erasing mortal souls from existence. Wings of pure light stretched behind him, casting shadows that fell upward, defying the very laws of physics. On the other side, stepping calmly from the blood-rift that had torn reality like wet paper, was Dark Luxius—Lucien’s true reflection—clad in a black mantle lined with silver bone, a cruel crown of thorns hovering above his head like a halo of suffering.

And between them stood Lucien, chest heaving, blood dripping from his fingers like crimson rain, eyes glowing like eclipsed suns. The ground beneath his feet cracked and bled, unable to contain the power radiating from his transformed form.

"Two kings..." Lilith whispered from the broken hilltop, her voice barely audible above the roar of conflicting energies. "One born, one broken."

The air itself seemed to scream as the three powers faced each other, reality bending around them like heated glass.

Solarius raised his voice, thunder shaking the land and causing avalanches on distant mountains.

"LUXIUS PRIME. YOU DEFY HEAVEN’S ORDER. BY DIVINE DECREE, I SHALL ERASE YOU FROM ALL EXISTENCE."

Dark Luxius laughed softly, the sound like whispers in a graveyard. "Still speaking in capitals, Solarius? So dramatic. Death hasn’t made you any less theatrical."

Lucien glanced at his counterpart, seeing his own face reflected in those cruel, knowing eyes. "You’re real now."

The other him tilted his head, crown of thorns shifting like a living thing. "I always was. You just weren’t strong enough to see me. To accept what we truly are."

> [System Notification: Dual Entity Recognized]

> Bloodbound Host split: Sovereign Vessel (Lucien) and Shadow Core (Luxius Prime).

> Synchronization: 64%

> Warning: Partial merger detected. Full convergence required for ascension.

Lucien growled, feeling the system’s words burn in his mind. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means," Dark Luxius said, walking slowly toward him, each step leaving smoldering prints in the earth, "we’re still one soul. But you’ve only awakened part of me. The part you could stomach. The part that still pretends to be human."

His smile was razor-sharp. "But we both know the truth, don’t we? We were never meant to be human. We were meant to be the end of everything."

Solarius didn’t wait for the reunion to conclude.

The god descended like a falling star, sword raised high, divine light scorching the sky behind him and turning clouds to ash. His approach shattered the sound barrier, creating a cone of destruction that vaporized everything in its path.

"Move!" Lilith shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.

Lucien reacted instantly, dashing back with a pulse of crimson flame that left a trail of fire in the air.

Dark Luxius didn’t move. Instead, he raised a single hand with casual indifference.

A wall of pure blood-forged obsidian slammed up between them and Solarius’s blade—not just a barrier, but a manifestation of every drop of blood that had ever been spilled in his name.

CLANG!

The collision was apocalyptic. The shockwave vaporized the trees for miles, turned stone to powder, and cracked the earth so deeply that magma began to seep through the fissures. Lucien barely kept his footing as Dark Luxius held the god back with one arm, not even straining.

"I’ve missed this," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine nostalgia. "The thrill of breaking celestial bones. The symphony of divine screams."

Solarius roared and slashed again, unleashing an arc of light that tore across the horizon, splitting the sky itself. The attack carved a canyon where it struck, revealing the planet’s molten core.

Lucien jumped, landing beside his other self. "I’m not letting you fight him alone."

Dark Luxius glanced sideways, amused. "Then stop being afraid of who we are. Stop pretending that mercy makes us stronger."

Lucien clenched his fist—and let go.

Of his humanity. Of his restraint. Of the last threads of conscience that held him back.

Blood swirled around his body, weaving a second crown above his head. Twin auras merged—red and black, gold and fire, light and shadow. Their powers converged like two rivers of molten metal becoming one.

And then—Lucien and Luxius became one.

> [Bloodbound System – SYNC COMPLETE]

> Title Obtained: True Blood Sovereign

> New Skill Unlocked: Twin Dominion – All bloodline-controlled beings now obey without command.

> Warning: Primordial attention detected. You are being observed.

Lightning split the sky as if reality itself was being torn apart.

Solarius froze mid-swing as the transformation completed. The merged Lucien stepped forward, taller now, body reinforced with shimmering black armor veined in red like a living circulatory system. His eyes burned like galaxies being devoured by black holes. Power radiated from him in waves, each one strong enough to level cities.

"God of Order," Lucien said, his voice doubled, distorted, echoing from dimensions that shouldn’t exist. "Let me show you what chaos looks like."

He vanished—then reappeared above Solarius in a blink, a blade made of liquefied soulstuff slashing downward with the weight of collapsed stars.

The god blocked—but staggered.

A god staggered.

For the first time in eons, Solarius—who had witnessed the birth of galaxies and the death of universes—felt something approaching fear.

Lucien grabbed Solarius’s face midair and slammed him through a mountain, then another, then another. Each impact created a crater that could be seen from space.

The land shook. Tectonic plates shifted. Oceans boiled.

Lucien didn’t stop. He followed, crashing down with punch after punch, each hit warping reality around them. Space bent. Time hiccupped. The laws of physics wept.

Solarius kicked him back, wings flaring with desperate fury.

"You are broken!" the god shouted, his voice cracking for the first time in millennia. "Corrupted by ancient sin! You are an abomination that should never have existed!"

Lucien hovered above him, armor pulsing with each heartbeat. "I was never yours to define."

He raised both hands, and the air itself seemed to kneel before him.

The blood of every dead vampire in a hundred-mile radius answered. But not just vampires—every drop of blood that had ever been spilled in violence, in sacrifice, in love and loss and fury.

The sky turned red.

> [Ultimate Skill: Crimson Requiem – EXECUTING]

> Warning: This skill will permanently alter local reality

> Proceed? Y/N 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

> Y

A tsunami of blood, souls, and fury crashed down on the divine being. Not just liquid, but the essence of life itself weaponized and turned against its creator.

Solarius screamed as he was dragged beneath the flood—not just in pain, but in something approaching terror.

—

## Elsewhere

Inside the sanctuary chamber, Lira felt it. Her knees buckled as waves of power washed over her. "He... he merged."

Seraphina, barely breathing, looked up at the swirling red sky through the cracked ceiling. "No. He ascended."

Kallan was frozen, his warrior’s instincts screaming at him to run while his loyalty kept him rooted. "Are we watching a god being born?"

"No," Lilith said, appearing behind them like a shadow given form. "We’re watching a god remember himself. Remember what he was before the first star was lit."

Her eyes reflected something ancient and terrible. "He was never meant to be contained by flesh. By mortality. By conscience."

—

## Back on the battlefield

Solarius broke free from the bloodstorm—but his armor was cracked now, divine light flickering like a dying bulb. Ichor, the blood of gods, dripped from wounds that should have been impossible to inflict.

"You are a threat to every world," he gasped, his voice no longer carrying the authority of absolute order. "To every reality. To existence itself."

Lucien landed before him, boots crushing the crystallized blood beneath his feet.

"Then pray I don’t build one of my own."

He thrust forward—and impaled the god with his soulblade, the weapon sliding through divine flesh like it was made of paper.

> [Deicide Strike: Executed]

> Achievement Unlocked: Godslayer

> Warning: Cosmic balance disrupted

> Warning: Primordial Laws broken

> Warning: The Architects are waking

The celestial screamed as blood and light poured from the wound, each drop containing the power to create or destroy worlds.

Lucien yanked the blade out and let the god fall, crashing into the earth like a fallen star. The impact created a crater so deep it pierced the planet’s crust, revealing the molten core beneath.

Silence.

Then—

The sky shattered like glass.

Above, dozens of eyes opened. Not mortal. Not divine. Cosmic. Each one larger than moons, older than time, filled with intelligence that had watched the birth and death of countless universes.

> [WARNING: Deicide detected.]

> Primordial Law breach. The Architects are watching.

> Your existence now threatens the fundamental structure of reality.

> Prepare for judgment.

Lucien breathed heavily, floating above the crater where a god had fallen. Steam rose from Solarius’s cooling corpse, carrying with it the scent of dying stars.

And then he heard it—

A whisper.

From the abyss between realms. From the spaces between thoughts. From the silence between heartbeats.

"You were never meant to stop at godhood," the voice said, ancient beyond measure. "You are the END. The final Chapter. The period at the end of existence’s sentence."

The voice grew stronger, more insistent.

"They built their thrones on lies. Their order on suffering. Their peace on the bones of the free."

Lucien looked up at the cosmic eyes, feeling their judgment like weight on his soul.

"But you... you are the answer to the question they never dared ask: What comes after the last god dies?"

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## The Throne

A new rift tears open across the sky—not red, not black, but shimmering white, filled with stars and impossible glyphs that hurt to look at directly. From it, a throne descends, empty, forged from silence and infinity. It is beautiful and terrible, adorned with the crowns of dead gods and the dreams of extinct civilizations.

Lucien looks up, and for the first time since his transformation, he feels something approaching awe.

The throne settles on the ground before him, and the cosmic eyes focus their attention with the intensity of collapsing stars.

And the system delivers one final message.

> [BLOODBOUND FINAL PATH UNLOCKED]

> Ascend the Throne of Oblivion and become what was never meant to exist—

> The Tyrant Beyond Fate.

> Warning: This action will fundamentally alter the nature of existence.

> Warning: All current reality structures will be dissolved.

> Warning: You will become the final word in the conversation between order and chaos.

But as Lucien approaches the throne, something else stirs in the cosmic void.

Something that makes the Architects’ eyes widen in what might be fear.

Something that whispers from beyond the edge of existence itself:

"He is not the end. He is the key."

And in that moment, Lucien realizes the terrible truth.

The throne isn’t a reward.

It’s a trap.

And he’s about to spring it—not just on himself, but on everything that has ever existed, or ever will exist.

The cosmic eyes begin to close, one by one, as if even the Architects cannot bear to witness what comes next.

But it’s too late to stop.

Because Lucien has already begun to sit down.

And something in the darkness beyond all darkness begins to smile.