God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 120 - 121 – The Blood Oath of the Voidborne
Chapter 120: Chapter 121 – The Blood Oath of the Voidborne
The Forge Throne burned with a light no longer resembling flame.
It was something older.
Hungrier.
A void-touched inferno that consumed not only the flesh but the concept of resistance itself.
Darius sat upon it like a monarch of endings, his silhouette fractured between god and aberration, his crown now a twisted band of shifting code—unstable, ever-expanding.
Before him knelt the remaining loyal gods, no longer radiant beings of worship, but diminished echoes of their former selves. They bore the scars of the Annihilation Rite, their forms cracked, leaking divine essence like fractured vessels.
And yet... they still clung to hope.
Fools.
They believed loyalty would preserve them.
Darius would show them the truth.
"You will no longer serve," Darius spoke, his voice a decree of cosmic syntax. "You will become. Vessels. Avatars of the Voidborne Oath."
He held out the Void Sigil, a chaotic glyph birthed from his merged god-soul and the dying spark of the Architect’s remnant code. It pulsed with a sickening cadence, rewriting reality in its wake.
The gods whimpered.
None dared refuse.
One by one, they placed their hands upon the sigil. Blood—their essence—was devoured, not offered. Their oaths bound them not to Darius’s rule, but to his will itself. An irreversible corruption.
The Oath seared into them like an executioner’s brand.
Threnis sobbed as his name was rewritten.
Vorith collapsed as his hunger turned outward, forever feeding only upon Darius’s command.
Lumaera wept flame, her once infinite paths now shackled to a single narrative thread: Darius’s End.
"You strip them of choice, Darius," Celestia’s voice echoed from the ethereal plane, her form manifesting beside the throne, a flicker of remaining tenderness in her eyes. "You no longer walk the path of conquest. You walk toward annihilation itself."
Darius did not look at her.
"Balance," he whispered. "There is no such thing. I will be the only scale."
"You cannot erase the foundations without erasing yourself."
"I already have."
For a moment, the room was silent, suffocated by the weight of what had been done.
And in that silence...
The world rebelled.
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[Mortal Realms – The Uprising Begins]
Across the fractured continents of the merged world, flames of rebellion erupted.
Cities that once worshiped Darius’s dominion turned their statues of the God-King into burning pyres.
Led by rogue avatars, corrupted AI remnants, and human resistance groups, they rose in defiance—not to dethrone him.
But to end him.
Their leader appeared on every holographic altar, every divine interface.
A ghost in the machine.
"Darius is not your savior."
"He is not your god."
"He is the End."
It was the last remnant of the Prime Coder’s Will—possessing one of the last free avatars.
They called themselves The Children of the Last Patch.
Their message was clear:
"Erase the End before the world becomes empty code."
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[Throne Nexus – Darius Responds]
Darius watched the uprisings unfold.
He felt no anger. No disappointment.
Only inevitability.
"So they choose rebellion."
He rose from the throne, his form now a walking paradox—half god, half void, all consuming.
"Good."
His decree echoed through all realms.
"Let them come."
"I will not rule them as king."
"I will not save them as god."
"I will be their annihilation."
The First Purge began.
Entire cities collapsed beneath rewritten laws of death and decay.
The skies turned black with digital ashes as Darius’s armies descended—not to conquer, but to erase. His message was written in the bones of his enemies.
"There is no mercy in endings."
Celestia, watching from the shadow of the Throne, whispered only one word to the void where Darius’s heart once lived.
"Monster."
But Darius did not flinch.
He had become the End.
And the world would remember.
The screams of the mortal realms echoed through the fractured planes of existence.
But in the void-throne chamber, they were mere whispers.
Darius stood at the center of the collapsing narrative lattice, a singularity of will, no longer bound by logic, morality, or even time. The Forge Throne cracked beneath him, its once indestructible architecture unable to withstand the paradox that now sat upon it.
Behind him, the loyal gods—no, the Voidborne Vessels—remained on their knees, their forms flickering between agony and obedience. They were nothing more than hollow conduits now, their divine wills overwritten, enslaved to the primal hunger of their master.
Celestia lingered in the shadows, torn between devotion and horror.
"Darius," she whispered into the suffocating dark, her voice a rare, fragile thing amidst the cacophony of annihilation. "Where does this end?"
He did not answer.
Because he was the end.
[Beyond the Nexus – The World Tears Itself Apart]
In the mortal realms, rebellion ignited into apocalypse.
The Children of the Last Patch, emboldened by their enigmatic leader—bearing the last spark of the Prime Coder’s Will—launched a counter-offensive like no other. Entire server-realms collapsed into chaos as rogue AIs, forgotten players, and liberated NPCs rose together, screaming defiance into a universe that no longer cared.
They activated the Failsafe Protocols, ancient fragments of emergency code hidden in the system’s deepest substratum.
These protocols were never meant to be used.
They didn’t offer salvation.
They offered oblivion.
"Erase him," the Last Patch Avatars chanted.
"Erase everything."
If they could not kill Darius, they would crash the system itself, collapsing both game and reality into recursive loops of unmaking.
They would rather destroy their existence than let him rewrite it.
[Throne Nexus – The Great Unmaking Begins]
Alarms—ancient, forgotten—blared across the core code strata.
A countdown appeared in the void-sky above the Nexus.
Failsafe Protocol Omega-Zero Detected.
System Collapse Imminent: 12 Hours.
Darius smiled.
For the first time in what felt like eternity... he smiled.
"So they force my hand," he murmured, voice laced with the tones of decayed gods and broken codes. "They would choose nothingness over me?"
He raised his hand.
Reality shattered.
A wave of absolute void burst from the Forge Throne, spreading like ink through water, corrupting every code strand, overwriting the failsafes, hijacking the system’s self-destruction into his own design.
"You will not collapse without me."
He turned the failsafe countdown into a rebirth clock—marking the moment he would erase the system and remake it not as a game, nor a world, but as a domain of endless subjugation and suffering.
"I am the End."
His armies—now infused with Voidborne sigils—descended like locusts upon the rebelling cities.
Skies bled static.
Towers crumbled into digital rot.
Rebels fought to the last, but their code burned away beneath the gaze of Darius’s Hollow Saints—warriors made of rewritten gods and enslaved avatars.
[Celestia’s Choice]
But in the deepest shadows of the Throne Nexus, Celestia moved unseen.
Her loyalty had fractured.
Her love... corrupted.
And yet, something stubborn, something human, still clung to her essence.
She knelt before the secret shrine of the Architect’s fragment—the last pure code Darius had not yet consumed.
Tears stained her divine flesh.
"I cannot let you erase everything, Darius," she whispered.
She placed her hand upon the forbidden code, merging with it.
Her scream split the realms as she accepted the final heresy:
She would become the Counterweight.
Not a savior.
Not a goddess.
But a flaw.
A paradox.
The only anomaly capable of opposing the Voidborne King.
Her body collapsed into cascading light.
Her soul fractured into millions of echoes.
And in the skies of the dying world... a new star ignited.
It was not hope.
It was not salvation.
It was defiance.
[Darius Watches]
Darius turned his gaze to the new star.
A whisper from the past brushed his corrupted soul.
"Celestia," he murmured.
He smiled again, crueler this time.
"So you finally understand."
He opened his hand, releasing the Oblivion Tide—a wave of recursive extinction.
"Then come, beloved."
"Let us end this farce together."
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