Azurael Shunyaviel: Infinite Source Of All Creation And Destruction

Leaving the Sanctum

Eterna stood at the gates of Eternum Sanctum, the divine palace where the gods resided, her gaze distant yet unwavering. Zar's words still echoed in her mind.

"Your punishment is this—you must bring her here and mend your relationship with her."

A task that seemed simple in words but carried a weight far greater than any divine decree.

She sighed, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through her usually composed demeanor. The past was not something she wished to revisit, yet fate—or perhaps Zar—had left her no choice.

The gods watched in solemn silence as she took her first step toward the exit. None spoke, none dared.

Then, without another word, she vanished, stepping beyond the golden halls and into the endless expanse of realms.

The journey had begun.

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As she moved between the veils of existence, the past came unbidden, a whisper carried by the very fabric of the multiverse.

She remembered the beginning.

Before the stars ignited. Before the realms took form. Before the gods had even found their purpose.

There was only darkness.

Infinite. Eternal. Absolute.

And from that abyss, two beings emerged at the same moment. Two last-born deities in a pantheon of main gods.

One was herself—Eterna, the essence of life and death, the balance between beginnings and endings.

The other was Nyxara, the one who would become the Demon Goddess, a being of destruction, chaos, and raw unrestrained power.

In those early moments of existence, they were not rivals.

They were sisters.

Wanderers

Together, they had sculpted realms, shaped the very threads of existence, watching as the fabric of creation unfolded before them.

But something changed.

At first, it was subtle—a hesitation in Nyxara's voice, a distant look in her eyes.

Then, it grew.

She began to withdraw, her power growing more unstable, her laughter fading into silence.

Eterna saw it but chose to believe it was temporary—that whatever turmoil plagued Nyxara would pass.

She was wrong.

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The breaking point came with a single realm.

A newly formed land—rich in energy, boundless in potential.

A place where both creation and destruction flourished in perfect harmony.

A realm fit for both of them.

Eterna had gazed upon it and turned to Nyxara with a smile.

"We will both take this realm," she had said. "Half for me, half for you. It is meant for us both."

But Nyxara did not smile back.

She stared at the realm as if it were hers alone, her crimson gaze alight with something unrecognizable.

"No," she said. "It belongs to me."

Eterna's brows furrowed. "We are sisters. This realm was made for us. Why claim it alone?"

Nyxara's voice was cold. "Because creation does not need balance. It needs power."

That was the moment Eterna realized—this was not the Nyxara she once knew.

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Their words turned to argument, and argument to threats.

Nyxara refused to compromise, her power flaring uncontrollably, shaking the very foundations of the newly formed realm.

Eterna, calm yet resolute, stood against her.

What had started as a discussion between sisters had become something far greater.

It was a battle of opposites—Balance versus Chaos. Life versus Destruction.

Their clash shattered the skies.

The world they had both claimed trembled under their power, on the verge of being unmade before it had even been truly born.

Before the war could consume reality itself, the other main gods intervened.

They forced a truce.

The battle ended, but the damage was done.

Nyxara did not stay.

She vanished, retreating into the Infernal Realms, severing herself from the gods.

From Eterna.

From everything.

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Eterna's eyes snapped open, the memories fading like whispers in the wind.

Her resolve hardened.

Nyxara had walked away once.

She would not let it happen again.

Steeling herself, she descended into the abyss, heading for the realm that had become her sister's prison.

The Infernal Realms awaited.

The moment Eterna stepped into the Infernal Realms, she felt the weight of its existence pressing against her.

Unlike the celestial and elemental realms, where divine order shaped reality, this place was raw and untamed, a land sculpted by rage, sorrow, and the endless hunger for dominance.

Blackened skies stretched infinitely above, pulsing with veins of crimson lightning. A sunless void loomed overhead, casting eerie shadows across landscapes of molten rivers and jagged mountains.

A world of war, a world of exile.

Nyxara's domain.

And Eterna had no intention of turning back.

With each step forward, the atmosphere itself seemed to rebel against her presence.

The ground beneath her shifted like a living thing, cracking apart into vast chasms only to reform seconds later.

Flames erupted from the molten rivers, reaching for her as though they wished to consume her whole.

The sky screamed with voices that did not belong to any living being.

Yet nothing could touch her.

With a single glance, the flames dimmed.

With a single step, the ground steadied beneath her feet.

Even the wailing shadows that whispered madness into the air fell silent as she passed.

She did not slow.

She did not falter.

Nyxara was ahead.

And she would reach her.

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The Final Gate

At the heart of the Infernal Realms, beyond endless wastelands and burning valleys, stood a citadel of obsidian and bone.

Towering spires clawed at the sky, shrouded in a storm of black fire.

It was a fortress of absolute solitude, built not to welcome, but to keep the world out.

Eterna reached its threshold and, without hesitation, pressed her hand against the massive gates.

For a moment, the fortress itself resisted her touch. A deep, guttural growl rumbled through the air as if the citadel itself was alive.

But Eterna was not one to be denied.

With a pulse of her divinity, the resistance vanished.

The gates, which had remained sealed for countless ages, shuddered and groaned as they slowly creaked open.

Beyond them, waiting in the darkness of her throne room, was Nyxara.

Seated upon a throne carved from black stone, Nyxara did not stand as Eterna entered.

She did not speak.

For a long moment, she simply watched.

The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, Nyxara's voice, low and edged with warning, broke the silence.

"You dare set foot in my domain?"

Eterna met her gaze without hesitation. "I came to bring you back."

A bitter smile played across Nyxara's lips. "Back? To what? To kneel before a 'Master' I do not recognize? To stand beside gods who long abandoned me?"

Her power flared, filling the air with the raw intensity of chaos. The walls trembled, shadows writhed, and the very fabric of the fortress threatened to collapse.

But Eterna did not react.

She had seen this before.

She had seen Nyxara's fury, her grief, her isolation.

And she would not turn away now.

"You were never abandoned," Eterna said softly. "You chose to leave."

Nyxara's eyes narrowed, the flames around her throne burning higher. "I chose? Or was I forced?"

Eterna took a step closer. "You forced yourself."

A dangerous silence followed.

For the first time in countless millennia, Eterna and Nyxara stood face to face once more.

Sisters. Rivals. Two halves of a broken past.

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Author: ummm A bad news I had lost my all notes for this novel that were extended to chapter 124 which means, I have to rewrite it (°_°). Sob.. Sob.. and I am serious about this, so my next upcoming chapters will be too good for you all... Because of changed tone I hope you will like and this is also the reason for late uploads and upcoming chapters and I will try my best for continuous update.