Mob arachna ! [REMASTERING IT !!]

Chapter 0

Far beyond the stars of another world , A golden river flowed , stars shining all around it , the grass next to it was as golden as it got , white flowers all around it 

A man kneeled infront of that river ,He had dark skin, his long silver hair was like flames that touched  the ground , he had brilliant white pupils and black scelera 

He plunged his hands in the river scooping up the golden liquid flowing out of it , closing his hands over it , he closed his eyes and when he opened them A small , golden ball was in his hands

"The mortal who had your flames died already?" a feminine voice approached him ,

"Angelia" The man said as he looked back at her. Like everyone around , she wore no clothes. she had long black hair  On her back was a pair wings , pure and white feathers horned them. She had a beautiful face and pale skin her eyes were closed as always with a peaceful expression as beautiful golden halo was floating atop her head 

"Fy'Ren.." She carefully sat right behind the man , Putting her head on his shoulder and observing the golden ball "What is the point of all this.." She said

"You ask me that question every time.." the man seemed preoccupied 

"And have you thought of an answer?" She ran her fingers through his 

"..." Fy'Ren stayed silent "A threat is approaching our realm Angelia.." he admitted

The woman frowned slightly "What are you saying?" 

"I read it in the flames"

"Are you sure about this my dear?"

"The flames never lie." His eyes were fixated on the golden ball

"We should inform-"

"No.. it is futile"

She looked at him in disbelief "You would put our lives in danger.. and omit such information to him? you of all people?"

"Angelia my love , i love you.. please do not betray me"

"I.." she seemed conflicted "I could never.." she wrapped her arms around him 

Fy'Ren smiled slightly "I have to break the sacred flame cycle"

"I see.." She said and paused for a moment "Why?"

"Entrusting these flames onto the descendants of the Demi-gods is going against their nature." 

"What does this have to do with us..? Are you doing this out of spite?"

"No.. i'm hoping it'll save us from a problem our predecessors created.." He admitted

"You're not thinking of.." Her eyes widened , opening and displaying beautiful bright blue eyes 

"Yes"

"He's coming back..?"

"I'm afraid so.."

"Those gods of the past have created something that would doom us, just like it said it would" 

"There is still a chance my beloved , A chance for us to survive and the world of the mortals to do so as well.."

"With your flames?" 

"Yes.."

"Very well.. i trust you"

The golden ball got slowly engulfed in white flames , until it was a ball of fire that lit up the whole area , Fy'Ren focused his energy and inside those flames a small crimson light lit up. He then placed the ball inside of the river , and after a few seconds it had started falling out of it

"Where did you send it?" Angelia asked

"Nowhere , i will let it choose who is worthy of bearing its power" Fy'Ren answered

Fy'Ren and Angelia walked away from the river , and sat further away , in-front of a Stone tablet that read a story , the tablet was old and no one bothered to keep it intact.

"Mortals and Gods

When ten mortals stepped to the sacred realm,
With impure hands, they dared overwhelm—
Challenging gods with a reckless fight,
Unaware of the cost, of the coming blight.

O vile punishment waiting unseen,
Their souls torn free, like shadows unclean.
Stripped from flesh, their humanity torn,
Melded to one, neither whole nor reborn.

The gods sought a vessel, a shape for their will,
And in it, they breathed what the soul could not fill.
They raised it, they fed it, they taught it their lore,
Yet mortal impurity festered once more.

Rebellion rose in the vessel's dark heart,
The sacred blade thrust—a god torn apart.
Banished it was, to realms cast away,
Memories ripped while its soul stayed in play.

A whisper it left, a shadow to yearn—
"One day it may return," but it never will return."

after a few minutes of not saying anything , Fy'Ren spoke : "The flame found its wielder , a newborn on Earth"

"On earth you say?" She was stunned "But how will he awaken his powers if there is no nexus around him?"

"Destiny will do its biding" 

In the darkness below ,far under the realm of the mortals the thing that the gods created lurked , sitting on his throne , his eyes flashing different colors first a bright red , then a deep blue , Pastel pink , dark green , White , purple and finally Black. before going back to red

A man stood at the entrance of his palace , menacingly. 

"Who are you." The man said , materializing a bright purple sword in his hand 

" The failure of the gods. " he stood up.