The abyss pulsed like a wounded heart.

Deep in the folds of the forgotten realm, shadows swirled, whispering secrets lost to time.

Erothos, the Bound God of the Abyss, sat upon his throne, his red eyes gleaming with ancient rage.

For a thousand years, he had waited.

Sealed beneath the ruins of the Forsaken Throne, bound by divine chains, locked away by the very gods he had once defied.

They thought he was gone. They thought he was forgotten. They thought he would never rise again.

Fools.

Erethos had never been mortal. He had never been something they could kill. He was a force-an obsession, a storm, a god among men.

And now, after centuries of watching from the abyss, after witnessing the betrayal of the one he had once burned the heavens for...His patience had run thin.

His fingers traced the edge of his obsidian throne, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "They have awakened," he mused, his voice dripping with something between amusement and bitterness. "And with their strength...I will destroy them."

He clenched his fist, and the abyss trembled in response.

The shadows at his feet slithered restlessly. "And yet, they are stronger now, my lord," a cloaked specter murmured, its form shifting like ink in water. "Should we act?"

Erothos' ref eyes darkened. "They stole him from me."

The shadow person hesitated.

"Jungkook."

The name felt both like a prayer and a curse.

The god exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as his form solidified. He had been patient. He had waited long enough.

Now, it was time for his beloved to remember him.

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The sky over the Eternal Citadel burned with golden fire, twin moons casting their eerie glow upon the grand hall where the most powerful beings of this era stood.

Jungkook sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding despite the weight of his emotions.

To his left-Taehyung, golden eyes sharp with unreadable intensity.

To his right-V, darkness coiled around him like a second skin.

They had mastered their power.

All of them.

Together, they were unstoppable.

But Jungkook?

Jungkook was the key.

The heart of it all.

The one who had slain a god.
The one who had once loved him. And the one Erethos would drag back into his arms-whether he was willing or not.
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It came with the wind.

A ripple through space, the candles flickering as the shadows moved.

Not from the flicker of fire-

But from something alive.

Jungkook's fingers twitched. He knew this feeling. This cold. This hunger.

"The shadows whisper," Lyra murmured, her eyes narrowing. "Something stirs beyond the veil."

Taehyung tensed. "What did you see?"

The air itself shuddered.

The shadows pooled in the center of the table, shifting, forming a figure-a creature of darkness with hollow eyes and a voice that carried the weight of the abyss.

"He knows."

A slow, dreadful silence.

Jungkook's blood turned to ice.

"He knows what?" V's voice was low, dangerous.

The shadow's head turned toward Jungkook-

"He knows you have become stronger."

A sharp breath.

"That you are no longer the queen he once held in his grasp."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his pulse roaring in his ears.

"He knows," the shadow whispered, voice curling like smoke, "that the twins have tainted you."

V's jaw clenched. Taehyung's fingers curled into a fist.

"He knows you belong to them."

Jungkook stiffened.

The air in the room shifted.

A dark, burning energy crackled through the walls, the candles bursting into black flame.

The shadow shuddered, its form beginning to fracture.

And then It turned its hollow gaze to Jungkook one last time.

"He is coming."

The room went deathly still

The palace shook.
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The sky split open.

A jagged tear in reality itself, black and crimson lightning arcing through the heavens as the entire world trembled.

The ground cracked beneath the weight of an impossible presence, the very air suffocating under the force of something ancient, something unstoppable.

The lights died, The twin moons bled.

And then The doors of the citadel shattered.

Not opened, Not broken but Erased.

Jungkook barely had time to breathe before the throne room was consumed in a storm of shadows-deep, writhing black tendrils that curled around the pillars, the walls, the very fabric of existence.

And at the center of it all-

He stood.

Erethos.

A figure carved from darkness, obsidian robes flowing like ink, his crimson eyes burning with something endless.

Power crackled through the air, thick with divine rage.

Jungkook had seen him fall.

He had seen him die.

But this?

This was not a man returning from the grave.

This was a god reclaiming his throne.

And he was furious.

His gaze swept across the room, lingering only briefly on the others before locking onto him.

Jungkook's breath hitched.

Then, Erethos smiled.

"My Beloved."

A single word.

And the entire palace bowed.

The walls groaned, the floor cracked, every light in the room snuffed out-as if the world itself had no choice but to submit.

Jungkook's body refused to move.

Not because he was afraid.

But because Erethos's power wrapped around him like a chain.

Invisible. Unyielding.

Possessive.

"Let him go."

Taehyung's voice was steady, but Jungkook could feel the tension coiling beneath it.

V stepped forward, shadows rising in retaliation. "You're not welcome here, Erethos."

The temperature dropped.

Erethos turned to them.

And then-he laughed.

"You think you can command me?" His voice was silk and steel, sharp enough to draw blood. "You-who have spent centuries clawing your way to a throne that does not belong to you?"

The room shuddered. The entire kingdom trembled.

"I should have destroyed you both the moment you touched him."

A flick of his wrist And Taehyung staggered.

V hissed, a shield of shadows forming just in time to stop the force of Erethos's power from crushing them both.

Jungkook's heart lurched. He moved before he could think, stepping between them.

"Stop!"

Erethos's eyes snapped back to him.

And for the first time The fury softened.

"...Jungkook," he whispered, voice aching with something raw. "They have corrupted you."

Jungkook's lips parted, but Erethos raised a hand.

"No." His expression darkened, pain twisting into rage. "They took you from me. They made you think you had to kill me."

His fingers curled, the shadows surging.

"They made you believe I was the villain in our story."

Jungkook stilled Erethos stepped closer, eyes burning with divine certainty.

"But I am not the villain, beloved."

His hand lifted, reaching "You were always meant to rule beside me."

Jungkook's breath caught. "And this time..." Erethos's fingers brushed his cheek, a whisper of cold against warm skin.

"...I will not let you go."

And The war had begun...
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