*Chapter 2*

~Lyna~

》Life and Death《

The void. A place of nothingness. Where one couldn't see. Where one couldn't feel.

How much time had passed here? How much time since I last ate? How much time since I last breathed? How much time since I last spoke? I didn't know.

That was what was special about it. That there was nothing here. Absolute nothingness. It was exactly how I felt inside, dead... and hollow.

When did my heart stop beating? When did my skin freeze over?

I didn't know. I simply left it all away.

I guess this was my curse, to be so utterly dead, just when I couldn't die.

The void didn't follow the normal flow of time. Weeks, days, months, years could've passed by, and there was no way I would know. Unless I went out, which I wasn't planning on doing anytime soon.

Why couldn't I die? If he could, I should be able to as well. But no, every possible method was done, and yet here I still was. Existing with no purpose.

Zyan. His name kept repeating itself in my head, and I couldn't think of anything else. There was a time when I used to freeze and blush at his name. When my heart used to race. Now, it was nothing. I couldn't feel anything at all. His name, was just a name.

It was like opening a folded photograph too many times. Open, look, close it again. On repeating it over and over again, the photo would've lost its charm, it's life. The once beautiful picture, would now be nothing more than torn paper.

What was I supposed to do? Forget and move on? Live life like nothing happened? Everything, had his trace in it. Everything had his memory.

Except the void. The pure nothingness.

It was the one place I could be free. Where I couldn't hurt anyone.

I had a curse. Maybe. Because everyone I loved, was either bound to hate me, or die. I would've preferred hate, since at least they have a chance to live. But now that I had lost the one I loved most...

There was no point of anything anymore. What was I supposed to do?

Everything I had done so far, was for him. The first 17 years of my human life, I waited for him. The next 10 years, when I died, I fought for him. The last 20 years, I lived with him. We were supposed to have forever. We were supposed to have till the end of time with us.

But no. My curse had finally caught up with us. And killed him.

Why couldn't he just hate me? Was it so hard to hate someone like me? Was it so hard to just give up on me so that you could live?

My brothers didn't even know. They were with their mates, ruling Sheol and Nirvana in happiness.

I wished there was some way to end all of this. My existence. But the only weapons that could end me were both, in the hands of the one killed Zyan, and with Cassian.

The latter would never let me touch it, while the former's whereabouts were unknown.

Why didn't you take revenge, you ask? Why didn't you fight for Zyan? How could I? When I wasn't even with him in his last moments, when I didn't even know where he died.

My powers were drained, my wings transformed as the tattoos on my back. I didn't even know what energy my body was running on to keep me alive.

I closed my eyes, and tried to let go. But I couldn't.

There was something keeping me alive. I didn't know what it was. I didn't have hope, I didn't have faith.

"Lyna." I felt like I was hit by an angel's spear. The way he said my name. Zyan. There was nothing I could do.

I tried to yell, but I couldn't. There was nothing you could do in the void. Only exist.

"Lyna, open your eyes." They were open. It was still dark. There was nothing I could see. Why could I hear Zyan? Was this some sort of sign that my end was near?

"Lyna. You have to fight." Psh. Fight. For what? For who? For all those who were against a devil falling in love with an angel? For those who killed Zyan?

"For yourself." No. I won't. Why should I fight for myself? What was the point? What was the reason for me to even exist right now?

"Lyna. You have to. Fight for yourself, please." I shook my head, and blinked. Stars... I could see stars. I reached out for them, but then held my hand back.

"There's a war coming. Nothing like we've ever seen before. Help them. Help the innocents win. Because there's no one else who can." No one else who can? There were plenty of warriors who could fight better than I could. There was plenty who could win the war in a snap.

"But none like you." It felt like my soul was ripped out of me. None like me? I wasn't anything special. I was just me. A fading no one.

"Lyna, I love you." I heard that sentence a million times before. But every time, it hurt more. It made me wonder if it was the last time I'd ever hear it. But this time... I was sure of it. It was a pain like no other.

"I love you, Zyan." I wondered if this was all just my hallucinations. If I simply made myself hear his voice. But, nevertheless, it made me feel something. It made me want to know.

A war? A war for what? And it's nothing like we've ever seen before? I saw a chronophage eat a world in front of my eyes. I saw Sheol and Nirvana go at war. What was bigger than that?

"A war of the multiverse." I turned, startled to hear someone else speak. I was in the void, right? How could someone else possibly be here?

"I thought the void was my personal space as well. Turns out that it's not." He was still standing with his back turned to me. The void Who was this man?

He was tall, probably reaching a height of 6 feet. He had a lean figure, not too muscular, not too skinny. His hair was an off white color.

"Who are you?" I stood on guard, ready for an attack. Even if I didn't want to live, I wanted to go down fighting.

"Relax. Powers don't work in the void." His voice was slightly deep, with a gentle tone. My breathing rate increased. Just who was this? He definitely wasn't an angel... or a devil.

"Lyna... the devil of Death. Or maybe even Death herself. And here she is, completely broken and without hope." His voice wasn't arrogant, or snide. He was simply stating a fact. Hie voice was soft, and calming.

"Who are you?" I questioned, watching him carefully. His head slightly turned, half of his face seen. His hair fell on his face, caressing it as gently as his tone sounded.

"You will know who I am soon enough. That is not relevant right now." I narrowed my eyes at him, and took a step forward. The void  wasn't so dark for once, and I was walking on a pool of stars.

"A war is coming." He stated, and I stopped in my tracks. He knew... which could only mean one thing. He was the enemy himself.

"You're the cause of it." I stated, my voice hard and cold. He chuckled, a soft, small laugh. Like one a child may give when their parent told them something they already knew. Like one an adult may give when they realized that they were finally at peace for one moment.

"I am not the cause. I am it's leader. The cause, is my quest for truth." He looked up, his hand reaching for the stars. I looked at him in anger.

"You're the reason Zyan died." I growled out, feeling my rage peak. How dare he show himself in front of me? I would kill him. Give him a horrible slow death. I could crash him into Mars, and then the moon together into Earth. I would pull out his spine and whip his with it. I would pull out his femur and stab him with it.

"No. He died due to the disobedience of one of my soldiers." His tone was down, and I tilted my head at him. Was he upset that Zyan died?

"I sent her to convince you to join our cause, and she took my blade and killed him, trying to prove a point. That was 4 years ago..." 4 years?! It's been 4 years since he died? I was in the void for 4 years?!

"But why do you want me?" He shrugged, and looked ahead again, so I could only see the back of his head.

"Because, Lyna. There will be no more lies. There will be no more underestimating your power. You are a very strong and powerful woman. Show that to all those who think you are just another devil." Each word hit me. It was true... I was underestimated. I was lied to. But I wouldn't fight with someone who murdered innocent people.

"No. I'll fight for the truth in my own way." I replied to him, and finally he turned. His face was parallel to the ground, so I still couldn't see his face.

"In that case, we shall be enemies. Just remember, that there is always a place in the New Order for you. Now go, Lyna. The war will begin soon." Even though there was no wind in the void, I felt a breeze flow past me, making me shiver.

He finally lifted his head, and we looked into each other's eyes. There we stood, the human and the devil. The villain, and the bystander.

His eyes were 2 different colors. One eye was a deep blue color, like the surface of the ocean on a clear day. The other... was red. The color of blood when it was close to drying out.

He struck his hand out, and a portal was created behind me. I looked back at him, only to see that his face was right in front of mine. I blinked at him, his hand resting on my shoulder before he pushed me backwards.

I fell back in shock, unable to process what was going on.

Little did I know then that this man... was going to be the cause of the entire multiverse's end.

A man who went by the nickname of Oblivion.

Azazel.