Eclipse of Fate

Chapter 11 - Damien's Prison

As Vahagn embraced Sol in a tender moment of love and triumph, Damien, consumed by his malevolence, seized the opportunity to strike. With the dark spear bestowed upon him by Lilith, he lashed out at Sol, his betrayal a vile reminder of the darkness that lingered within him, even with a part of Sol's essence contained within.

The spear's wicked blow nearly proved fatal for Sol, her divine form wracked with searing pain. She clutched her side, her face contorted with anguish, as the wound refused to heal as swiftly as it should have. Lilith's parting gift had left its mark, a sinister reminder of the treachery that lurked within her brother. Amidst the throes of agony, Sol confronted Damien, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and sorrow.

"Even with a fraction of me inside you, your soul still bleeds with malevolence," she rebuked him, her voice unwavering despite the pain. "But mark my words, Damien, you will rue the day you raised that spear against me. An eternity of regret awaits you."Summoning her strength, Sol conjured a portal to the depths of the ocean—a realm of darkness and despair where she had once trapped formidable beings. She fashioned a cage, impervious to escape, and with a single gesture, banished Damien into its confining embrace.

Within the cage, Damien was confronted by soulless beings, eerie figures clad in tattered garments with eyes as dark as the abyss. Armed with spears, they relentlessly struck and stabbed him, their attacks merciless and unyielding. Sol watched with a stoic expression, the weight of her decision weighing heavily upon her heart. Damien pleaded for mercy, unable to control his malevolent impulses. "I had no control over myself," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation. But Sol's resolve remained unshaken, her gaze unwavering.

"I have no mercy to give, except this," Sol declared with steely determination. "Only my golden blood can free you from this torment. If fate deems it so, and my blood finds its way to you, then you shall be released. Until then, the years spent in this cage shall grant you ample time to ponder your actions and the path you choose to tread."

With her verdict delivered, Sol sealed the cage with her potent magic, ensuring that none could liberate Damien from his self-inflicted prison. The soulless beings continued their relentless assault as if to symbolize the depths of his transgressions and the consequences he must confront. The aftermath of the battle bore witness to a momentous shift in the fabric of existence. 

She stood, weary but victorious, as she sealed the portal that banished Damien to his prison. Her divine essence pulsated with power, a testament to her unyielding strength in the face of treachery. As the tumultuous events unfolded, Vahagn approached her, his love and support evident in his every gesture.

"Come, my love," Vahagn tenderly urged, his voice a soothing balm to Sol's exhaustion. "Let us return home. I know you yearn to visit your mortal family, but you must rest and replenish your strength."Sol gratefully surrendered to Vahagn's embrace, feeling the weight of the day's trials and battles begin to ebb away. She had exerted herself beyond measure, wielding her divine power with purpose and determination, yet the journey had taken its toll. She needed time to rejuvenate, to regain the celestial vigour that fueled her existence.

In the safe cocoon of Vahagn's arms, Sol found solace and reassurance. She expressed her gratitude to him, acknowledging the significance of his unwavering trust and support. He understood that she needed to face these challenges on her own, to demonstrate her strength and resolve without his direct intervention. And he stood by her side, respecting her autonomy and decision-making, a true partner in every sense.

With a wave of Vahagn's hand, they teleported back to their heavenly abode—the realm they shared as gods and lovers. Guiding Sol to their sanctuary, he urged her to rest, knowing that she must replenish her divine essence for the arduous tasks that lay ahead.

"Rest now, my love," Vahagn said tenderly, brushing a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "I will summon the servants from their slumber and reach out to your friend—the fairy. No doubt, she will be eager to hear of your triumphant encounter with Lilith."

Sol nodded, her eyes heavy with fatigue and gratitude. As Vahagn left to summon the household attendants, she allowed herself to sink into the softness of their room, her thoughts drifting amidst the tumultuous events of the day.

A sense of fulfilment washed over her—a deep satisfaction in knowing that she had faced her challenges head-on, confronting her fears and vulnerabilities. She had let go of her need for absolute control, allowing herself to reveal her struggles and emotions without fear of appearing weak. Vahagn's support and understanding had been her pillar of strength, and together, they had emerged victorious.

As the servants stirred from their slumber, attending to their divine duties at Vahagn's call, Sol surrendered to the blissful embrace of rest. Her weary body and mind found respite, cradled by the safety of her celestial home and the love she shared with Vahagn.