The Nameless Heir-Chapter 47: New world

Kael stood at the front of the academy, surrounded by all the students and teachers. They lined the walkway—shoulder to shoulder, silent at first. Then, one by one, the cheers started—wishing them good luck, cheering their classmates.

One by one, the chosen demigods stepped forward.

Some with their heads held high.

Others... quieter.

As they passed through, Chiron stood waiting by the gate—arms behind his back, watching each face like he already knew who would return.

He looked them over and started to speak.

"You will all go there and investigate. That is your quest. Your job is to retrieve whatever you find inside. But do not look within or take anything for yourself. If you do, you will be punished by the gods. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," they all replied.

That only made him want to see it more.

What could be so important—or so powerful—that the gods themselves had to keep it secret?

"Greed, you thinking what I’m thinking?" he muttered.

The thought drifted into the space they shared—quiet and sharp.

Greed shook his head with so much excitement, Kael could practically see him drooling over the idea of taking what the gods wanted for themselves. His presence buzzed—barely contained.

After Chiron finished giving them their instructions, Kael adjusted his armor and turned to Liz and noticed she was still disoriented.

He stepped closer.

"Liz, I want you to trust me. No one will harm you," he said as he lifted her hand.

"As long as you have this ring, I will always be there."

He pressed his forehead gently against hers. She nodded—soft and small, but enough.

Then he turned to Caius, who wore his usual excited expression—just like the others.

But Liz... she looked serious.

"Please go through one at a time," Chiron announced.

"Are you coming with us?" Kael asked.

"No, I will not be participating in the quest," Chiron replied.

He figured. The gods wouldn’t risk someone as valuable as Chiron just to throw his life away.

Demigods were disposable.

One by one, students leapt into the crack and vanished instantly.

He tilted his head up, staring at the crack in the sky.

That familiar feeling crept back in.

He tried to remember where he had seen this silvery-blue glow.

Before he knew it, it was his turn. He leapt up, turning back to Caius and Liz and shouting with a smile, assuring them.

"Don’t forget the plan!"

He felt nothing while passing through. Just cold. Stillness. Empty.

He looked back, hoping to see someone. But there was no one behind him.

He was alone.

He thought about turning back, but then a voice echoed through the stillness—

"This way, son of death."

That got his attention.

He looked around but saw nothing.

Still, his body drifted toward the sound—like the sound was guiding him.

It was a deep and calm voice. Heavy. Certain.

Then out of nowhere, he dropped onto something hard with a heavy thud, like a concrete floor.

"That hurts."

He lay on his back on the cold floor and realized he was inside.

Small. Cramped.

Somewhat like a prison.

There were no sounds. No light.

Just all alone with him and his thoughts.

And he hated it—more than he wanted to admit.

It had been a long time since he felt this alone.

No sound. No warmth.

Just cold, heavy silence pressing against his ears.

He pulled in a deep breath—held it—then let it out slow, just to hear something real.

"Time to find them," he muttered, clapping his hands.

The echo bounced off the walls—sharp and hollow.

The entire room was pitch black, but—he could see clearly.

Corners.

He moved slowly, scanning the walls. But nothing.

The walls were smooth.

"Damn it," he muttered.

He banged on the door dramatically.

"I’m innocent, I tell ya. Innocent."

The words echoed around the room, but no one responded.

"Well..." He cracked his knuckles.

"Alright. Let’s do this the hard way," he grinned, drawing back his fist.

But something was off.

Each punch bounced back. The harder he hit, the more the force slammed into him.

"Well, that’s not good."

His shadows wouldn’t appear.

Brute force was not working.

So...

"Next best thing: sit and wait," he muttered, leaning back against the wall.

"I wonder how their luck has been," he muttered to himself. "Hopefully better than mine." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

He let out a soft laugh.

But he wasn’t worried about Liz or Caius.

They were protected.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Just then, he heard some footsteps.

They were heavy—like someone stomping in frustration.

Childish. Angry.

They mumbled something.

He could understand a little, but not fully.

A man in black robes stepped through the doorway.

He tossed a tray to the floor.

"Eat up, garbage."

His voice cut through the silence—low, with a curl of disdain.

The light hit Kael—and his shadows returned.

His eyes glowed—deep, crimson red.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I’m not feeling hungry right now."

The shadows responded first.

They slithered forward—silent, smooth.

Then, in an instant, they snapped upward and coiled around his body, lifting him into the air like a puppet on strings.

Kael stepped forward. The man looked human. Older than him.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"Don’t worry about who I am." He paused.

"But be nice and tell me—how do I leave this place?"

The man laughed.

"You can never leave this place."

Kael grinned.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, squeezing tighter.

The man’s smug face didn’t change.

"Well, if you won’t tell me... I’ll just pull it out of you," Kael said, as chains erupted from the shadows, binding the man’s body.

He dove deep into his mind.

And the deeper he went, the angrier he became.

Not because he couldn’t find an answer—

But because of the things he did find.

Crimes. Murders. Atrocities.

He saw through it all.

Everything this man had done.

Through his eyes.

This man had burned cities. Slaughtered villages. Butchered the innocent.

His eyes narrowed.

His voice dropped—low enough that it barely made it out at all.

"Why?"

"Why what? Let go of me, lower being. I was blessed by the gods. Let go, you insect!"

"Why did you kill all those innocent people?!"

Kael’s voice shook the walls.

The man grinned. Not an ounce of remorse in his voice.

"Because it was fun."

He laughed.

"They were weak. They begged. They cried—but it didn’t matter. We were told to kill everyone."

"Why?" Kael asked. He couldn’t look at the man.

It made his stomach twist.

"For power. Glory," he sounded proud. Too proud.

Kael let out a hollow laugh—no joy. Just disbelief.

He was told to protect humans from monsters.

Now... he wasn’t sure who the real monsters were.

He looked at the man.

His gaze softened. His tone broken. Soft.

"How can you people be so heartless?"

"We were blessed by the gods. We are superior. We take whatever we desire."

Then—from the floor—

A small soul rose.

A little girl.

Pointy ears. Blonde hair. Fair skin.

Kael bent down.

"Hey, little girl... what are you doing here?"

She didn’t speak. Just stared at the man.

"Do you know him?"

She nodded.

"Did he hurt you?"

She nodded again.

Kael gently patted her head.

"Can I see your hand, little lady?" he smiled.

The man laughed again, seeing Kael talking to himself, unable to see the little girl.

Kael ignored him.

He knew the man was just trying to provoke him.

But the itch under his skin was growing.

His jaw clenched—hard enough that he almost bit through his tongue.

Trying to push his buttons.

Then he muttered.

He pressed his hand against hers.

Her memories slipped into him—quiet.

Kael didn’t move.

His eyes filled, then overflowed.

He couldn’t stop the tears.

"Aww, you are crying," the man laughed maniacally.

"Shut up," Kael muttered.

The man looked him dead in the eyes, still smiling.

Kael clenched his fists.

He didn’t know people could sink this low.

Rage crawled up his spine—hot, unfamiliar.

This was the first time in his life he’d felt something like this.

His shadows dropped the man.

He crashed hard onto the ground.

"I’ll kill you, you damn bug!" he shouted—

Right before Kael’s voice rang out:

"SILENT, you disgusting lowlife."

The coat began to appear.

The pressure spiked.

The air thickened.

The man’s shadow came to life, making sure he couldn’t move.

The man froze.

"What the hell is this?!"

He struggled to breathe, choking under the weight of Kael’s power.

Kael loomed over him—

Eyes glowing. Soul burning.

"Now tell me... how do you want to die, you insignificant being?"

"Shut up..." the man choked.

Chains exploded from his own shadow, binding him in the air.

Kael walked to the little girl, cupped her face, whispered—tone soft and gentle:

"Rest now.

The pain is over.

Your story won’t be forgotten.

Now sleep in peace."

Then he patted her head one last time.

"You’ll be with your mom again."

Then he turned his head toward the man.

"And I will punish him." His tone steady.

She glowed softly and gave him a big smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck. And slowly, her form now fully visible—finally seen by the man who had ended her life—then sank back into the ground.

The man’s eyes widened.

"What... what are you?" The words barely managed to escape his lips.

"So you can see her now," his tone was deep. Unforgiving. Godly. "That’s good."

Kael stepped into the light, his eyes burning like coals.

"You don’t deserve to know my name." He paused. "But you can know his name."

The man screamed, thrashing in the chains.

"Gluttony... rise."

Smoke hissed from Gluttony’s jaw. "Master, can I eat him... please," he growled, voice low and heavy. He leaned in, inches from the man’s face, and dragged his tongue across his cheek. "Delicious."

Drool slipped from his mouth. Smoke curled out between his teeth.

The man’s face turned white.

He saw a true monster crawl from Kael’s shadow.

"Please, I beg you, spare me," he cried out.

His words came out broken.

"Like how you spared that little girl?" Kael let out a devilish grin.

"Gluttony, devour him. Piece by piece." The word came out slow. "Make it painful."

"No! Please!"

Gluttony grinned. Drooling.

He stepped forward.

The first bite took the right arm—

The hand that had taken the child’s life.

The scream echoed through the room.

Sylas raised a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Don’t scream," he whispered. Then paused—his voice soft, almost playful.

"Or they might hear you."

His tone twisted at the end, like a man who finally snapped.

Blood painted the floor.

But it was all covered by the munching on his bones—each crunch cracking the bone.

Then the left leg.

Then the right.

Then the left hand.

All that remained was a broken torso—gasping, half-alive.

"Just kill me..."

Kael leaned in.

"Don’t worry. Even after death... your suffering will continue. I’ll make sure of it."

"Who are you...?" the man whispered.

Kael’s eyes burned brighter.

"I am... Death."

Gluttony lifted the man with one hand and opened his mouth wide. "Thank you for the meal, Master," he said calmly.

Before the man could scream, Gluttony clamped down—slow and deliberate. Jagged teeth sank into his neck, inch by inch.

The scream started.

Then dragged.

Then stopped.

Just breath and twitching.

Then nothing.

Kael turned to the door.

"None of them will leave this place alive."

And with that—

He stepped into the dark.

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