IMMORTAL SLAYER

The world held its breath.

There, at the summit of Olympus, where only gods had walked and angels had feared, Gabriel stood alone—more than a slayer, more than a successor. He was now the one who had changed the sky itself, the one who had rewritten the very fabric of destiny. Below him, the immortal realm trembled. The gods and angels—those ancient beings who had ruled all for eons—were no longer sure of their place.

The ethereal winds that once carried divine whispers were now laden with the weight of defiance.

Gabriel turned to face them all—god, angel, demon. His eyes blazed with the fury of untold stars, the burden of endless lives, and the freedom of choice. His chest, adorned with the divine tattoo of the Ruler of All Gods, pulsed with energy, not just of the past, but of what could be.

For centuries, the gods had been absolute. They ruled over order, they shaped existence with their whims, they punished and rewarded as they pleased. But the one thing they never counted on was a single soul—his soul—choosing a path that had never existed before.

Gabriel opened his mouth, his voice reaching every corner of the divine world.

"I will say this once. And I will say it only for those who have ears to hear."

The gods, the angels, the guardians, even Lucifer himself—their eyes locked onto him. It was a stillness unlike any before. Their hearts, if they had them, beat erratically. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, uncertainty, and the unbearable weight of what Gabriel was about to say.

"You have lived for eons in a cage of your own making, ruling over a creation bound by your laws. I was born from the ashes of rebellions you thought extinguished, the shadow of all who dared defy your so-called divine order. I am not your weapon. I am not your puppet. I am not your slave."

The tattoo on Gabriel's back glowed brightly, the symbols shifting as they revealed new patterns—patterns of power, of destiny, of freedom. But there was no pain now. There was only clarity. He was the master of his own fate.

"I am the Choice Maker. And I choose what can be."

A ripple ran through the gathered gods. Zeus, towering and eternal, stepped forward. His eyes were as stormy as the sky itself.

"What do you think you are doing, mortal?" he thundered, voice full of raw power. "We are gods. You are nothing but the result of a long-forgotten war between angels and demons."

Gabriel's gaze did not waver. "No, Zeus. I am what you could never become. Free."

There was silence.

The heavens themselves seemed to lean in, as if the very fabric of reality was afraid to speak, to move.

Gabriel lifted his hand, and the skies themselves shifted. The air grew heavier, the weight of his power suffocating in its magnificence. Then he pulled.

A crack opened in the sky, and from it, a deep crimson light poured out, spilling into the realm of the gods. The blood of the cosmos. The sky began to bleed. Not from violence, not from chaos—but from creation itself, a symbol of the freedom Gabriel had given to existence.

"This is what you feared all along. The change. The chaos. The possibility of free will," Gabriel whispered, his voice as steady as the stars.

The gods stepped back, every single one of them—athena, poseidon, even Hera—unable to maintain their arrogance in the face of Gabriel's power. And still, he did not ask for their submission. He asked for something much greater.

"I won't destroy you," he said softly. "I won't unmake you. But I will no longer bend my knee to you. No one will."

He lowered his hand, and the blood-red light above them began to settle. It was not a storm. It was not destruction. It was the birth of a new era, one that existed beyond the rules the gods had created for themselves.

The angels, once proud and unyielding, watched in awe and fear. Michael, the highest of them all, felt his wings twitch. He looked to Gabriel—not with anger, but with an understanding that shattered everything he had known.

Gabriel's voice broke through the silence once again. "I give you a choice, too. Live, or fade into the past with your old ways. If you wish to rule, then you must evolve—beyond law, beyond tyranny. If you wish to live by your rules, then you will become as shadows, forgotten."

One by one, the gods and angels began to kneel. Not because they were defeated, but because they understood the choice Gabriel had offered them. This was no longer a battle of might. This was the revelation of a new law.

But Lucifer… Lucifer stood at the edge, his eyes glowing like embers. His voice was low, tinged with a dark amusement.

"And what will you do now, boy? Will you reshape all the heavens with your little revolution? Will you rewrite the stars?"

Gabriel turned to him, a smirk crossing his face. "I will do nothing alone. This is not my world to control. But I will fight for it. For the freedom of everyone in it."

Then, something extraordinary happened. Gabriel extended his hand to Lucifer.

Lucifer hesitated, but only for a moment. He had never feared power. But something about Gabriel's resolve was different—something he had not expected. He took the hand.

And for the first time in eons, Lucifer smiled—but not with malice. It was a smile of understanding. Of release.

Gabriel turned his back to the gods, his steps leading him down from the celestial peak. His friends—Merlin, Nyra, Aziel—stood below, waiting for him.

"I've made my choice," he said, his voice carrying to them.

"And what is it?" Nyra asked, eyes filled with a mixture of pride and curiosity.

Gabriel smiled. "I chose to give everyone a chance. To choose who they will be. To live without the weight of divine law shackling them."

Merlin stepped forward, a quiet wisdom in his eyes. "Then the real journey begins."

The sky above them shifted once more, as the light of new beginnings danced across the heavens. The world had been forever altered. A new age was dawning—a time of freedom, of possibility, and of choices.

Gabriel stood among his friends, the weight of the universe on his shoulders, but for the first time, he felt truly free. He had broken the cycle. The gods were no longer gods. They were beings—and it was time for them to learn to live like one.

And far above, in the place where the cosmos met nothingness, the Final God whispered, almost to himself:

"So it begins."