Crowned in the realm of death

With the awakening of Fear, a cold silence settled around me—a silence not of peace, but of power withheld. Yet I was not finished. I turned my focus inward once more, breathing slowly, my divine energy flowing with greater clarity and precision.

Before me now floated the fifth orb—a soft light blue, almost deceptively gentle in colour, like the calm before a storm.

But as I extended my energy toward it, I felt no comfort.

Instead, I felt a stain—like ink seeping into clean water.

This orb pulsed faintly, and the moment my divine essence touched it, I was struck by a flood of sensations: shame, greed, rage, lust, envy, gluttony, pride… and something deeper. Longing. Regret. Craving.

This was not just the domain of sin.

It was the domain of dark desires, of truths people bury deep, the part of every being they hide from others—and even from themselves.

I saw flashes of memories that weren't mine: kings betraying their brothers for power, lovers consumed by obsession, holy men defiled by hypocrisy. These were not just acts… they were essences.

This godhood did not simply reveal sin.

It understood it.

It reflected it.

And it could, if mastered, use it.

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On the outside, Hestia stood frozen, her gaze locked on me.

She had witnessed divine auras of joy, of war, of purity and chaos. But this… this was different.

As Hades awakened the light blue orb, his aura didn't just darken—it grew sinister.

Not wild, not violent—but uncomfortably aware. It felt as if he could see through you—see your weaknesses, your shame, your failures. It was the kind of presence that made even gods want to hide their eyes.

She shivered.

Not from cold, but from the sudden realisation:

 "He's not becoming a god who punishes sin…

He's becoming a god who understands it so deeply, he could wield it like a weapon or a mirror."

Hestia clenched her fists, watching shadows ripple behind Hades as if responding to unspoken confessions.

There was now something unnerving in his silence. A presence that felt like being judged… without a word spoken.

And within that quiet judgment lay the terrifying truth:

Everyone sins.

And so, the Fifth Orb awakened.

Not with a roar, but with a whisper that no one could escape.

Hades, Bearer of Sin and Mirror of Desire, had taken another step toward the throne.

And now… nothing would be truly hidden again.

With five divine orbs awakened, my soul had begun to shift into something far removed from the mortal shell I had once known. Yet I pressed forward drawn toward the sixth orb, a blackish-red sphere, dark and pulsing like a restrained heartbeat in the void.

As I approached it, I felt a weight, heavier than any other. This wasn't subtle or quiet. It radiated a presence that demanded submission or defiance and I could feel it demand transformation.

The moment I began channelling divine energy into it, a chilling thought entered my mind:

To awaken this godhood…You must abandon the remnants of your human nature.

Not physically.

Spiritually.

This was the domain of Demonic Lordship, the embodiment of wrathful authority, chaos-bound command, domination, and raw instinct. To claim this domain was to cease being merely human, even in thought, and to accept something more primal, more brutal… more feared.

I hesitated.

Faint memories of my mortal life empathy, restraint, kindness rose to the surface. But then, like a storm crashing down, I remembered

My father's hands gripping my infant form.

The fear.

The abandonment.

The burning in that acid river.

Cruelty had no mercy for gentleness. Power respected power.

I clenched my fists and whispered in my mind:

If this is what I must become to rise… then so be it.

And I accepted it.

The effect was instantaneous.

My soul surged with a violent blaze as the orb merged with me. My body convulsed, bones groaning as divine transformation overtook me.

From across the chamber, Hestia gasped, her heart skipping as she instinctively took a step back.

Before her eyes, Hades' form began to grow his once slim 12-year-old frame stretching into a tall, athletic 16-year-old body, lean yet muscular, radiating a terrifying maturity.

His nails elongated, slightly pointed and sharp, resembling predatory claws.

His canines lengthened, not grotesquely—but enough to stand out when he opened his mouth, the edge of something dangerous behind every word.

Then with a soft cracking sound two ominous, black, obsidian-like horns burst forth just above his ears, extending backwards in clean, sleek lines. Each one was about three-quarters the length of an adult hand, sharp at the tips, exuding a chilling elegance.

His aura twisted into something wholly demonic—violent, unyielding, a force that bore down like a storm of wrath and war. The chamber itself trembled, the shadows bending, fleeing, or kneeling.

Hestia stood speechless.

"This isn't just awakening a domain," she whispered, stunned.

"He's changing species… forging himself anew."

And in that moment, the black-red orb was no longer a separate power, it was part of me.

I had become more than mortal. More than god.

I was now marked as a Demonic Lord in soul and blood.

And the Underworld… had just met one of its future rulers.