She shoved me, her voice shaking with fury. "Lynara, who do you think you are?"

"How dare you speak to your senior brother and sister like that?!"

Edwin stepped between us, his expression the picture of composed reason. "Lynara, don't be rash."

"The Dawnveil Sect was always a small, unremarkable sect. Master spent his entire life trying to make it flourish and never could. What chance would we have?"

"Besides, all of us have ascended to immortality now. Isn't that a glory the sect can be proud of?"

He reached out and took hold of my arm.

"Come now, be good. I'll take you to see the Sovereign. I'll make sure you get a fine celestial rank..."

But before the last word left his mouth, my short sword was already buried in his chest.

Edwin never even had time to react. He crumpled to the ground, eyes wide and glassy, dead before he hit the stone.

Every celestial soldier in the vicinity went rigid with shock. Blades sang free of their sheaths, all pointed at me.

Rosalind stumbled back two steps, her face white. "Lynara, what kind of cursed thing are you holding?!"

She asked because Edwin had already ascended. Immortal energy shielded his body.

An ordinary weapon couldn't have come within a foot of him.

So in her mind, my blade had to be something unholy.

I raised the short sword, letting the light catch its edge. My voice was flat and cold. "Cursed? No demon is worthy of wielding this."

"But you'll find out what it is soon enough."

I crouched beside Edwin's body and used the blade to carve out his heart.

"Since our dear senior brother had no heart to speak of, his heart's blood might as well serve a better purpose. A blood offering for my sword."

"Lynara, you vicious monster!"

Rosalind's eyes went red with rage. She summoned her weapon and lunged at me.

But at the critical moment, a celestial soldier beside her seized her arm and hauled her back, his hand trembling as he pointed at the sword hovering above Edwin's corpse.

"Lady Rosalind, look. Your junior sister's sword... something's wrong with it. It's drinking the blood on its own."

Rosalind didn't care. She scoffed. "Cursed objects never play by the rules. What's so strange about that?"

The soldier shook his head frantically. "No, you don't understand. You've only just ascended."

"In all the millennia since creation, there has only ever been one sword that craves the heart's blood of immortals..."

Rosalind blinked, clueless. "What sword?"

The soldier's lips trembled around two words: "Soulreaper."

Rosalind's jaw dropped. The color drained from her face.

But before she could gather her wits, a voice split the air from the void above, heavy with authority that needed no anger to terrify.

"Silence!"

"I destroyed that demon goddess with my own hands. Soulreaper was shattered by my power. It no longer exists."

"You will not spread such baseless fear!"

I knew that voice. I knew it the way you know the sound of your own heartbeat. Aldric Voss. My enemy for as long as I had drawn breath.

And the one who had wounded me deepest of all.

He was right about one thing. I was the demon goddess he claimed to have destroyed.

I was also the only other true god who had escaped the Primordial Wastes alongside him, the only one who had survived the cataclysm.

The year the Wastes were annihilated, the two of us had nowhere left to go. We set aside our enmity out of necessity, clinging to each other to survive.

For thousands of years after that, Aldric treated me well.

Demon gods are born cold-blooded. He was the one who taught me how to cry and how to laugh.

Under his guidance, I slowly learned to live in the world beyond the Wastes.

So when he told me he wanted to take me to the Nine Heavens, that he would look after me for the rest of my life, I agreed without a second thought.

Three thousand years as husband and wife. Every one of them devoted. Every one of them tender.

Until Aldric met a mortal woman, and everything veered off course.

That woman was Elara, the one he now called his wife.

Elara was flesh and bone, purely mortal. She could not set foot in the Nine Heavens. The only way was to replace the mortal essence inside her body with celestial energy, or with the power of a god or demon.

Aldric searched every corner of the Nine Heavens and found no justification to take what he needed from anyone else.

So he turned his attention to me.

He deliberately led the others to discover my true nature as a demon goddess, then rallied all three realms under the banner of righteousness to bind me with Demonbane Nails.

I was already pregnant by then. My powers had waned, and I had no strength left to fight back.

I begged him to spare me. Begged until my voice broke. But all he left me with was a single, weightless phrase: Good and evil cannot coexist. Then he ripped the demon essence from my body and shattered my soul into nothing.

Even Soulreaper was ground to dust beneath his heel.

It was the child in my womb who saved me.

He sacrificed his own life to lock my three ethereal souls and seven corporeal spirits together before they could scatter.

After a long silence, I reformed into a physical body, but only that of a two-year-old child.

My heart was full of hatred. I knew I was no match for Aldric, yet I still set out on the road to the Nine Heavens to take my revenge.

But my bones had barely knit and my demon essence had yet to coalesce. I couldn't even defeat a minor imp.

Just as a wolf demon was about to swallow me whole, a pair of large hands scooped me into a warm embrace.

The old man whose eyes already creased with wrinkles looked down at me, heartache plain on his face. "How's a little thing like you out here all alone with nobody looking after you?"

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. This old man will keep you safe."

I assumed his kindness was a passing impulse. I never imagined he would go on protecting me for years.

The year I pieced Soulreaper back together, I was nine.

I planned to make one last trip to the Nine Heavens and drag Aldric down with me, even if it killed us both.

But the night before I meant to leave, my master brought me a beggar's chicken. It wasn't particularly good.

He had no idea I was planning to go. He just scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and said, "Lynara, you haven't been eating well lately. You're getting too thin. I went all the way down the mountain to learn this recipe from a famous cook in town."

"Go on, try it. If it's no good, I'll go back and learn again."

"And if you like it, I'll make it for you every single day."

I blinked, caught off guard. Suspicion crept in before I could stop it. "Why are you so good to me?"

My master stroked his beard and smiled. "Because I think of you as my own daughter."

"If my little girl starved, what kind of father would I be? I'd be heartbroken."

"I'm already old. I don't want to spend whatever years I have left crying my eyes out."

In that moment, looking at the white hairs that had grown in from worrying over me, I felt the walls around my heart crack for the first time in years.

So there was someone in this world who loved me after all.

All at once, I didn't want revenge anymore.

I buried Soulreaper beneath the hibiscus tree and buried all my hatred along with it.

But Aldric shattered my hard-won peace with his own hands, all over again, and dug my hatred back up from the roots.

I lifted my gaze toward the sky where his voice had come from and spoke, each word deliberate and distinct. "Aldric. It's been a long time."

Before the last syllable faded, a flash of white light split the air.

In the space of a blink, Aldric appeared before me with Elara Abbott in his arms.

He looked exactly the same as before. That face, beautiful enough to ruin kingdoms, hadn't aged a single day.

The woman cradled against him glowed with the same vitality.

Aldric looked me up and down, his brow furrowing. "This Sovereign has never laid eyes on you. What do you mean, 'a long time'?"

Oh. I had almost forgotten. After my body reformed, my appearance had changed completely.

No wonder he didn't recognize me.

But my attention wasn't on him. Every ounce of it was fixed on Elara, and I had no patience to spare for Aldric.

I stared at Elara, unblinking. "You're looking well. Rosy cheeks, bright eyes. My master's bones must be serving you nicely."

Back then, my demon essence had only granted Elara passage in and out of the Nine Heavens. Without immortal bones, she still could not ascend to godhood.

Aldric had once considered taking my demon bones instead, but the skeletal frame of an ancient demon goddess was far more than a mortal body like Elara's could withstand. He'd been forced to abandon the idea.

It had taken him all these years of searching to finally find my master's bones, the perfect match for Elara.

My words landed, and understanding dawned across Aldric's face.

"Ah, so it's the Grandmaster of Dawnveil's little disciple. I was wondering who dared."

"I understand you're grieving, but there's no need to forge a fake sword and impersonate the demon goddess just to cause a scene."

He waved his hand with casual dismissal, his tone edged with impatience. "Enough. Considering your filial devotion, I'll let today's antics slide."

"Toss that fake sword of yours into the Sword-Smelting Furnace."

"Then go find Immortal Lord Yunhe, pick whatever celestial post catches your fancy, and stay out of trouble from now on."

With that, Aldric wrapped his arm around Elara's shoulders and turned to leave.

I reached out and locked my fingers around Elara's wrist. My voice was ice. "What's the rush?"

"I don't want your celestial post. I want you to return my master's bones and sinews."

"Then come back with me and keep him company in his grave."

Both Aldric and Elara froze.

Rosalind was the first to recover.

Eager to prove herself, she charged over and slapped me across the face, snarling, "Lynara, you ungrateful wretch!"

"The Sovereign lets you off and you push your luck?!"

"Apologize to the Sovereign and his consort this instant, or I'll deal with you myself!"

I looked at Rosalind, cold and unblinking, and let my voice drop lower.

"Senior Sister. Everyone who has ever laid a hand on me is dead. My husband is the only exception."

Rosalind's brow furrowed. She spat, "Lynara, have you lost your mind?"

"You've never even been betrothed. Where did this 'husband' come from?"

"That's enough. Apologize now and stop this lunatic act!"

But before the last word left her lips, Rosalind crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. The bones in all four of her limbs snapped at once, twisting her arms and legs at grotesque angles.

She stared up at me in horror. "Lynara, what kind of dark sorcery is this?"

"Let me go! You're killing an immortal in front of the Sovereign himself. Do you have a death wish?!"

I didn't spare her another glance. My grip tightened on Elara's wrist, and my voice stayed flat. "Are you going to pull the bones out yourself and hand them over, or do you need me to do it for you?"

Elara's face went white as parchment. She turned instinctively to Aldric for help.

Only then did Aldric snap out of his stupor.

His expression hardened. Killing intent flooded his gaze.

"Girl. Crippling someone without lifting a finger. Your cultivation is impressive, I'll grant you that."

"But no matter how convincing the act, you are not the demon goddess."

"You don't have the power to face me."

"So I'll give you two choices. End your own life, or wait for me to scatter your soul into oblivion."

I looked at Aldric with something close to pity, and let every syllable land.

"Husband. You've already scattered my soul once."

"Do you really think it would work a second time?"