KING OF RUIN-Chapter 45: Lisa’s Past

The light was too soft to be real.

Lisa opened her eyes, breath caught in her throat, fingers trembling as they brushed against the tear-streaks on her face. She sat up slowly, the sheets Absolutely. Here's the Chapter written in a rich, immersive style, based on your structure and the emotional foundation of Kol and Lisa's shared past. The Chapter is titled "The Divine Betrayal – Part II" and alternates from present-day Lisa's awakening to a fully dramatized flashback in present tense. her glowing with a faint, opaline shimmer. This place was quiet—too quiet. Not silence born of peace, but one pressed flat by perfection.

She knew it well.

The God Realm.

The air hummed, not with wind, but divine resonance, as if the world itself breathed in harmony. Warm beams of radiance poured through unseen windows, and golden dust floated lazily in the air like suspended time.

But inside her, everything was chaos.

"That felt real", she thought. "That wasn't a dream".

Her hands clenched over her chest. Something throbbed deep in her soul—a wound she'd forgotten. But not anymore.

She closed her eyes again—and the past swallowed her whole.

Two Thousand Years Ago

The wind whispered through the skeletal trees of the border forest. The world here was colder, crueler. Each branch clawed at the sky like it was begging the heavens to remember it.

Lisa walked softly through the undergrowth, her divine glow sealed beneath a mortal guise. She had been sent under strict order—not to interfere, merely to observe. To understand the fracture that grew between gods and demons. But the moment she crossed the veil, something in her heart changed.

And then she found him.

Collapsed near a stream, barely breathing. A boy—no, a young man. his back against a gnarled root, arms limp at his sides, blood soaking into the soil.

He looked up, eyes glassy with pain, but still defiant.

"Leave me," he rasped.

Lisa hesitated. Something stirred inside her. Not pity. Recognition.

"You're hurt," she said gently, kneeling beside him.

"I've had worse."

He coughed, red dribbling from his lips. His hand went instinctively to his chest, where a mark burned faintly beneath torn fabric—the Mark of the Eternal Crown.

Lisa's gaze lingered there.

"You're Kol," she whispered.

He flinched.

"No one calls me that anymore."

She pressed her hand to his wounds. Her divine energy should have remained locked but something in her reached for him, like his pain called it forward.

A glow sparked. The bleeding slowed.

Kol stared at her, suspicion overtaken by confusion. "Who are you."

Lisa offered a faint smile. "Lisa."

Seasons Passed

Their forest became sanctuary.

The gods watched. The world turned. But here, time became a secret kept between two hearts.

Lisa returned, again and again, in secret. Some days Kol would spar with shadows, driven by vengeance. Others, they'd sit in silence, sharing food, stories, stargazing. He showed her a world of grime and grit; she showed him one of hope.

They laughed together. Cried. He told her of his siblings. She never told him of her divine origin—but she didn't need to. He saw through it. Somehow.

In one rare moment, as snow fell gently across the glade, he kissed her. It was hesitant. Unguarded. Real.

That night, the Divine Council argued.

"She's fallen," Davina said, her voice trembling. "She was meant to observe, not love."

But Lisa didn't care. Because Kol had given her something no heaven ever had—freedom.

Lisa gasped and sat upright again.

This time, there were no tears. Just quiet realization.

Her voice was a whisper, but it echoed across the light.

"...It wasn't a dream. I remember it now."

And for the first time in two thousand years, Lisa remembered who she truly was.