Far above them, Blood Reaper let out another roar — so powerful it cracked several clouds open like shattered stone.
Her silhouette flickered between forms:
Demon.
Angel.
Something else entirely.
Her power radiated outward — a beacon every Moon Queen, demon, and celestial could feel.
Constant wiped his eyes, stood shakily, and whispered up into the storm:
"Please… please come back to yourself."
Behind him, the spider boy stared at the sky, terrified.
"She's becoming… the thing she was destined to fight."
Deep in the forested mountains of New Zealand, a black portal ripped open.
A full demon legion poured through — winged horrors, horned beasts, skeletal hunters dripping molten fire, thousands of eyes glowing.
They came for her.
They shouldn't have.
The sky tore open.
Blood Reaper dropped out of the clouds like a meteor.
Her body was unrecognizable —
all cracked obsidian,
lava pulsing beneath her skin,
horns spiraling,
mouth split wide with rows of fangs,
so many blinking eyes across her face
and wings stretching wider than a cathedral roof.
The demons froze.
One stupid one moved.
Blood Reaper flashed forward—
SLAM—!!!
She crushed his skull under her heel.
A wave of roaring erupted from the legion.
Too late.
Blood Reaper became a storm.
She ripped through them —
claws carving bodies in half,
teeth tearing through armor,
tail impaling three demons in one strike.
Her roar shook the forest.
Demons fled.
Demons begged.
Demons screamed.
She hunted every single one.
Her tar-black wings flared, trapping demons who tried to fly —
they stuck in the tar and shrieked as she yanked them down and ripped them apart.
She was unstoppable.
She was terrifying.
She was starving.
And she liked it.
Dyren arrived seconds too late—
He landed on a cliff overlooking the battlefield, chest heaving, eyes wide.
"Blood Reaper…"
But she didn't see him.
She saw prey.
She charged him like a hellhound unleashed.
Dyren raised his hands—
"Wait—WAIT—! It's me—!"
Too late.
She tackled him so hard the cliff shattered beneath them.
Dyren slammed into the ground, coughing blood, her claws at his throat.
"Blood Reaper—! STOP—!!"
She roared in his face, fangs inches from his skin, saliva sizzling hot.
Dyren had stared down gods…
but THIS—
This scared him.
He tried to reach her cheek.
"You love me—remember? You love me—"
She ripped into his shoulder.
Dyren screamed.
She lifted him by the throat like he weighed nothing, ready to tear out his heart—
When—
A blast of blue light hit her side.
She dropped Dyren, stumbling.
Constant fell from the sky, wings blazing with blue fire, sword crackling with lightning.
He landed between Dyren and Blood Reaper, chest heaving, eyes locked on her monstrous form.
"Blood Reaper… please…"
She turned toward him.
Her many eyes focused.
Her fangs dripped black blood.
Her claws flexed.
She saw him.
She HATED him.
She LOVED him.
And that confusion made her even more violent.
She lunged.
Constant barely dodged her claws — the force shook the mountainside.
He didn't attack.
He didn't raise a weapon.
He just whispered:
"I'm here. I'm staying.
Even if you kill me."
Blood Reaper shrieked, smashing the ground where he stood.
Constant was thrown back into a boulder so hard it cracked.
"KEURISEU—HELP—" he gasped into the wind.
But Keuriseu was recovering miles away.
Constant stood again, bruised, bleeding, shaking—
but he stood.
"I will not give up on you."
Blood Reaper hissed, eyes flickering with something — something almost human — then vanished into the trees in a burst of black flame, leaving destruction behind.
Dyren collapsed, coughing blood.
Constant staggered over him.
Dyren glared up.
"You idiot… you're going to get yourself killed…"
Constant wiped his mouth.
"Then I die trying… to bring her back."
Dyren looked away, furious — but also terrified.
Because for the first time—
He realized Constant might be the only one Blood Reaper would listen to.
The small mountain village slept peacefully beneath the pale moon.
Children in beds.
Parents by fireplaces.
Animals tied in barns.
A calm, quiet night.
Until the air changed.
A vibration rolled through the valley — low, deep, like a monster breathing.
The dogs began barking.
Horses screamed.
Lights flicked on.
A mother stepped outside.
"Is anyone out th—"
Something towering dropped from the sky.
Hooves slammed into the ground, cracking it open.
The woman's scream cut off.
Blood Reaper rose slowly, towering over the houses, obsidian skin cracked with molten gold, eyes blinking in every direction.
A giant demon.
A god of hunger.
A monster no one could survive.
She inhaled deeply — smelling fear.
Villagers ran.
Church bells clanged.
Lights flicked on everywhere.
Blood Reaper's mouth split open, jaw unhinging.
She launched forward.
CRUNCH—!!!
A house shattered under her claws.
She ripped through wood like paper.
People fled screaming.
One man threw a lantern at her — it shattered harmlessly.
She grabbed him by the back, dragging him close, ready to devour—
When—
WHOOSH—!!!
A blue streak slammed her sideways.
Constant.
He rolled across the dirt, wings flaring, sword drawn.
"STOP!" he shouted.
"STOP — PLEASE — STOP!!"
Blood Reaper skidded across a rooftop, claws sinking into the shingles.
Her heads turned toward him—
all of them.
Her many eyes focused.
She roared, shaking staircases loose from houses.
Constant didn't flinch.
He ran toward her, sword lowered.
"Blood Reaper—listen to me—it's me—"
She leapt at him like a giant beast.
He dove.
She crushed the street where he'd been standing.
A second roar ripped out of her, shaking the entire village.
Her claws swung at Constant's chest—
He blocked with his arm— SPLAT—
The force sent him crashing into a barn wall.
"CONSTANT!" a voice shouted.
Dyren.
He landed beside Constant, dragging him up roughly.
"Get up," Dyren hissed.
"She's going to tear this entire village apart."
Constant spit blood.
"I'm not giving up—"
Dyren grabbed his shirt, eyes flashing.
"We fight her TOGETHER.
Or she will kill every human here."
Constant hesitated.
Dyren shoved him away.
"MOVE!"
Blood Reaper roared again — closing in on a crying child frozen in the road.
Constant panicked.
"NO—!!"
Dyren dashed forward first.
He grabbed the child and tossed them into Constant's arms.
Blood Reaper's claw SLAMMED into the dirt where the child had been.
Constant flew the child to safety.
Dyren stood alone.
"Blood Reaper," he said softly, voice cracking with pain and love.
"Please… look at me."
She lunged.
Dyren dodged but barely — claws grazed his ribcage, ripping flesh open.
He crumpled to the dirt.
"DYREN!" Constant yelled.
But Dyren pushed himself up, bleeding, shaking.
"I'm not… leaving her," he whispered.
Blood Reaper lunged again—
Constant descended like a lightning strike, slamming into her back with all his strength.
She roared, spinning, tail slicing the air.
Dyren jumped onto her arm, trying to hold it back.
"FOCUS ON ME—NOT THEM!" he shouted.
Blood Reaper's eyes flickered—
something glitched inside her—
like a memory, or a face she was trying to remember.
Constant landed in front of her again, chest heaving.
He dropped his sword.
"Blood Reaper," he whispered, tears in his eyes.
"Come back.
Look at me.
Come back."
She roared — but softer.
Constant took a step closer.
"Please…"
Dyren moved closer too, voice breaking.
"We both need you."
For a moment — a single moment — she hesitated.
Her monstrous form flickered.
Then—
Something whispered her name.
Something ancient.
Something calling her deeper into the dark.
Her eyes snapped fully black again.
She struck—
and both Constant and Dyren were thrown across the village like rag dolls.
The ground cratered beneath the impact.
Both men lay still.
Blood Reaper roared at the sky — a sound of pain, grief, and complete loss of self.