Creation Of All Things-Chapter 53: Damien Blackveil

Five Years Ago

A massive stone doorway loomed before them, carved into the very fabric of reality itself. Towering and ancient, its surface was covered in intricate markings—spirals, runes, and symbols that pulsed faintly, as if alive. The edges shimmered subtly, warping the air around them, hinting at something… unnatural beyond.

Thomas stood before it, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning every inch. He let out a low whistle. "So this is the ’mysterious doorway’ you were talking about… A portal to another dimension, huh?"

Beside him, a man with piercing red eyes and messy black hair stood with his hands in his coat pockets. Damien Blackveil—older brother of Selene and the current Head of the Blackveil Syndicate. Even younger, his presence was intense, radiating quiet authority. His tailored black coat barely concealed the weapons strapped underneath, a constant reminder of who he was.

"Yeah," Damien muttered, his eyes never leaving the doorway. "We’ve studied everything about it. Spent years trying to figure it out. But nothing. No records, no history, no way to open it."

He exhaled, frustration flickering across his face. "The damn thing just appeared out of nowhere one day."

Selene, standing between them, her long dark hair tied back in a simple ponytail, nodded. "That’s why we called you. With your ability—Intuitive Aptitude—we believe you can see what we can’t."

Thomas smirked, his confidence barely contained. "Of course, you couldn’t figure it out. Your minds are way too feeble for this kind of thing."

Damien’s eye twitched. His fingers curled slightly, but before he could react, Selene touched his arm, shaking her head. A silent warning: Not now. Not here.

Damien exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to stay still.

Thomas, unfazed, turned back to the markings, his smirk widening. "Now… let’s see what secrets you’re hiding."

Thomas took a step closer, running his fingers along the ancient carvings. The markings were rough to the touch, but there was something beneath the surface—a pulse, a rhythm, almost like a heartbeat. His eyes narrowed.

"Interesting…"

Selene watched, arms crossed. Damien, however, kept his gaze locked on Thomas, his patience wearing thin.

"Are you gonna do something, or are you just gonna keep feeling it up?" Damien muttered.

Thomas grinned. "Relax, Red Eyes. These things take time."

Before Damien could retort, Thomas’ expression shifted. His smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. His fingers twitched against the stone.

Then—his pupils dilated.

The world around him blurred. The air grew thick, charged with an unseen force.

For a brief second, everything went silent.

Then—

THUMP.

A deep, resonating sound echoed from the doorway. Dust trickled from the carvings as the symbols pulsed, their glow intensifying. The very ground beneath them trembled slightly.

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Selene’s eyes widened. "What the—"

Damien’s hand instinctively went to his weapon. "What did you just do?"

Thomas slowly pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers as if they’d gone numb. His expression was unreadable.

"I didn’t do anything."

Another pulse. The markings shone even brighter now, their glow taking on a fiery hue.

Then—

CRACK.

A jagged fracture formed at the center of the doorway. The air around them twisted violently, distorting like a heatwave. The atmosphere turned heavy, pressing down on them like an unseen force.

Selene took a step back. "This thing is waking up."

Damien’s grip tightened on his weapon. "Then we need to decide right now—" His eyes flicked to Thomas. "Are we stepping through, or sealing it for good?"

Thomas stared at the growing fracture, his expression unreadable.

"That’s the thing, Red Eyes… I don’t think we can seal it anymore."

The crack in the doorway spread like lightning across the stone, the glow seeping through the fractures like molten lava. The pulse from before turned into a steady, rhythmic thud, like a giant heartbeat hammering against the walls of reality.

Then—

BOOM!

A shockwave exploded from the doorway, sending dust and debris flying. Thomas stumbled back, shielding his face. Selene’s hair whipped wildly in the wind, and Damien had to brace himself, boots skidding slightly on the stone floor.

Then, the glow flooded out.

The doorway burst open—not like a regular door, but like a wound tearing through the fabric of space. A swirling, endless void stretched before them, shifting and rippling with colors that shouldn’t exist. The air turned ice-cold, yet Damien swore he could feel heat licking at his skin at the same time.

Selene gasped. "This… isn’t normal."

Damien’s hand gripped his weapon tighter. "No shit."

For a second, none of them moved. The unnatural force from the portal pressed down on them, making it hard to breathe. Then—Thomas chuckled.

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Damien snapped his head toward him. "Exciting?! Are you seeing what I’m seeing?! That thing is—"

Before he could finish, the void moved.

A shape stirred within the swirling chaos, shifting, stretching—watching.

A slow, guttural sound rumbled from beyond the threshold. Not a roar. Not a growl. Something… ancient. Something that had been waiting.

And then—

A hand.

A twisted, unnatural limb—dark, elongated fingers stretching out from the abyss, clawing at the edges of the portal. The mere presence of it sent a crushing wave of pressure through the air, making Selene stagger back.

"Tch—dammit!" Damien spat, snapping his fingers. The moment he did, his coat flickered as a blade materialized in his grip, its surface glowing red-hot with energy.

"We’re closing this. Now."

Thomas, however, didn’t seem alarmed. He was grinning. "Oh no, no, no… why would we close it?" His eyes gleamed with fascination. "We just opened the door. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to see what’s on the other side?"

Damien turned on him. "Are you insane? Look at that thing! You wanna jump in and shake hands with it?!"

Thomas just tilted his head, stepping closer to the portal. "Who’s to say it’s dangerous? Maybe it’s just curious—"

CRACK!

The hand clenched the edge of the portal, pulling itself forward. More of its form began to emerge—something massive, shifting, wrong.

Selene’s voice was sharp. "Thomas, get back!"

But he didn’t move. He was locked in place, eyes wide, as if entranced.

The being from beyond let out a low, chilling breath. And in that moment—

It spoke.

Not in words. Not in sound. But in raw, unfiltered thought that slammed into their minds like a tidal wave.

A single message.

"Come."

The portal lurched, the force pulling at them like gravity itself had shifted.

Selene staggered. "Shit—it’s pulling us in!"

Damien dug his heels into the ground, slashing his blade toward the portal. "Enough of this bullshit!" A red arc of energy lashed out, aiming to sever the connection.

But—

The moment his attack hit the swirling void, it swallowed the energy whole. No impact. No resistance. Like it never existed.

Damien’s eyes widened. "What—"

And then, before anyone could react—

The force tripled.

The world spun. The pressure surged. And in the blink of an eye—

The portal devoured them whole.

Then—

Nothing.