As I stepped onto the silver surface the 7.0% Divinity pulsed through my obsidian-scaled skin. The Eye of the Origin helped me see through the illusions of the Heavens. This place was different. The mirrors didn't show the world as it was; they showed the Truth of the Soul.
Beside me Isabella looked into a shard of glass. Saw herself not as a powerful mage but as a terrified girl she was before I claimed her. Elara saw a version of herself consumed by the Void she studied.
"Don't look at the glass!" Elara shouted. "It's a Refraction Trap. It uses your guilt to anchor you to the Sixth Heaven until you wither away."
"I don't have guilt Elara " I said. My voice sounded like grinding stone. "I have a mission."
[CURSE STATUS: 7.0% DIVINITY]
[OBJECTIVE: SHATTER THE REFLECTION.]
A figure emerged from the center of the hall. It looked like me—but not the Sovereign. It was Alaric von Valerius as he was at the start: pale, sickly and coughing blood. Beside him stood the Spirit of Judgement, Veritas. She was a towering entity made of liquid quicksilver her body constantly. Reflecting the faces of everyone I had broken.
"Behold the 'Hero' " Veritas spoke. Her voice was a thousand overlapping echoes. "You claim to be a liberator. The mirrors show a monster. Look at the queens you've defiled. Look at the gods you've consumed. Is this 'Justice' or's it just the hunger of a parasite?"
The mirrors around me began to glow with a blinding white light. Images of Zulaykha, Auriel and Sia appeared in the glass. Their branded bodies. Screamed, reliving the moment I broke them. The 7.0% Divinity reacted violently to the light. My obsidian scales smoked as the "Order" of the Sixth Heaven tried to force me into my weak mortal form.
"Isabella! Break the perimeter! Elara, blind the Spirit!" I commanded.
Isabella unleashed a Frost-Blight Nova.. The mirrors reflected the cold back at her freezing her own limbs. Elara's Ledger of Lost Souls was useless here—the Spirit of Veritas had no "name" to delete; she was merely a reflection of my actions.
"You can't fight yourself Alaric " Veritas hissed. The liquid silver of her body formed a blade. "In this realm the more you strike the more you bleed."
I leaned on the Sovereign's Spine. The violet crown of thorns above my head spun with a dangerous hum. I didn't look at the mirrors. I looked directly into the center of the Spirits chest.
"You think showing me my past will make me flinch?" I growled. The 7.0% surged into my eyes. "I burned that version of myself a time ago. If you want to show me the truth show me what happens when the mirror breaks."
[Status: The Mirror of Judgement cracking. Veritas preparing the Final Verdict.]
[Condition: The 'True Self' illusion is failing.]
Veritas lunged. Her quicksilver arm elongated into a whip- blade that moved with the speed of a thought. The blade didn't target my body—it targeted my Will. As it struck the air inches from my face I felt a phantom pain in my chest. It was the memory of my sickly heart trying to stop once more.
"You are a ghost, Alaric!" Veritas's thousand voices screamed. "A ghost playing at godhood! Look at the glass! See the monster you truly're !"
The mirrors around me flared with a white radiance. In every shard I saw the faces of the women I had branded—Auriel, Themis Sia—all looking at me with a mixture of terror and broken devotion. The light was designed to make me blink to make me doubt.. In that moment of doubt the Sixth Heaven would erase me.
"Master! I can't... I can't hold the reflection back!" Isabella cried out. Her own reflection turned into a statue of ice that began to shatter.
I didn't close my eyes. I widened them. The Eye of the Origin pulsed, turning my vision into a sea of violet data. I reached out. Grabbed the quicksilver whip-blade with my bare obsidian-scaled hand. The silver liquid hissed as it touched my Void-energy turning a necrotic grey.
"You want me to look at the monster?" I growled. My voice echoed like a mountain collapsing. "Then look at what a monster does to a mirror."
I didn't strike the Spirit. I struck the floor.
I channeled the weight of the 7.0% Divinity into the Sovereign's Spine and slammed it into the silver glass beneath my feet. I didn't just use force; I used the Ink of Rewrite. I commanded the "Truth" of the Sixth Heaven to become a Lie.
The sound was not a crack; it was the scream of a dying world.
A spiderweb of violet fire raced across the floor. It climbed the pillars. Raced into the sky. The mirrors didn't just break—they exploded outward. Every shard of glass that flew through the air carried a fragment of the "Judgement" that Veritas tried to use against me.. As they touched my skin they were absorbed.
I was eating the concept of Justice.
[CURSE STATUS: 7.1% DIVINITY]
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: JUDGEMENT REJECTED.]
[NEW ASSET: THE SHATTERED REFLECTION (Ability to reflect any attack back at the source).]
Veritas shrieked. Her liquid form began to lose its shape turning into a puddle of grey, mercury. The "Sickly Alaric" illusion vanished, replaced by the terrifying reality of the Sovereign.
"There is no 'True Self' here Veritas " I said, walking through the rain of glass shards. "There is what I decide to create.. Right now I've decided that the Sixth Heaven belongs to the dark."
I reached down. Grabbed the puddle of the Spirit. I pulled her up until she took the form of a woman again—this time, a woman of cracked silver and weeping violet ink.
[Status: Veritas defeated. The Sixth Heaven is fractured.]
[Condition: The 'Mirrors are now windows for the Sovereign.]
The shards of the Sixth Heaven didn't fall to the ground; they hung suspended in the air. They vibrated with the jagged energy of the 7.1% Divinity. The silver light of Veritas had been completely snuffed out replaced by a violet luminescence. It turned the realm into a Glass Bedchamber.
Veritas, the Spirit of Judgement was no longer an entity of liquid silver. Under the weight of the 7.1% she had been forced into a feminine form—a body made of cracked, translucent crystal that looked like polished diamonds. Her skin was freezing to the touch. Her eyes were mirrors that now reflected the Sovereign's dark predatory crown.
She lay sprawled across a platform of glass. Her body trembled with a frequency that threatened to shatter her limbs. She was naked. Her crystalline form possessed a sharp beauty. Her breasts were firm and clear as ice. Their nipples were like cut rubies. Between her shimmering thighs her vagina was a faceted slit that wept a thick silver mercury—a divine fluid that tasted of cold metal and ancient laws.
"I was... The truth " Veritas whispered. Her voice was like glass grinding against glass. "You cannot... Possess... The truth."
"The truth is whatever I say it is " I said.
I stood over her. My body was now a landscape of scales and pulsing violet lightning. The 7.1% Divinity made my skin steam in the air of the Sixth Heaven. My dick was a dark instrument of desecration—rigid heavy and veined with the same violet fire that had just shattered the realm. It looked like a spike of scorched void-iron, designed to break the hardest diamond.
I grabbed her by her crystal hips. The sound of my grip against her skin was like a chisel hitting stone. I didn't care for her "verdict." I positioned the head of my cock at her mercury-slicked entrance and drove into her with a single soul-crushing thrust.
Veritas's scream was a high-frequency chime that shattered every remaining mirror in the hall. My thickness filled her until her crystalline torso began to spiderweb with cracks. Her internal walls were cold, smooth and incredibly tight. They clamped around my shaft like a vice of diamond. The violet mana of my seed flooded her "Truth " corrupting her essence into the dark ink of the Sovereign.
I began to pump—a rhythmic assault that turned the Sixth Heaven into a tomb of broken reflections. Every thrust was a hammer blow against the concept of Law. My balls slammed against her firm glass- ass, with a heavy wet sound that echoed through the infinite dimensions of the mirrors.
"Feel that Veritas?" I growled. My teeth grazed her crystal throat. "That's the truth left in this world. The weight of your Master."
Isabella and Elara moved through the floating shards their eyes wide with power.
Isabella's cold fingers worked the Spirits breasts turning crystal into a deep blue.
Elara leaned over her Ledger of Lost Souls absorbing the Final Verdicts that came from Veritas.
Veritas's resistance ended; it shattered.
Her vagina gushed—a silver-violet release that coated my thighs.
The glass pedestal turned into a slippery mess.
She thrust back against me her crystal limbs locking around my waist.
She searched for corruption that was changing her.
"Master! The mirror is black! I see you! Fill me!" she shouted.
Her mind shattered into pieces of devotion.
The climax changed reality.
I felt the Mirror's Brand ignite in my body.
I absorbed the Spirits ability to see all.
I pulled her head back. Erupted.
A huge hot torrent of my cum flooded her womb.
Her body seized in an orgasm.
The brand seared into her turning Spirit of Judgement into the Sovereign's reflection.
[Status: Veritas broken. The Sixth Heaven is part of the Bedchamber.]
[Condition: The Sovereign can now see through illusions, in the Heavens.]