Chapter 101

The supporting cast had delivered such mesmerizing performances that the audience was completely swept away in the drama.

No one noticed Evelyn Sinclair lingering at the edge of the stage, her piercing gaze detached, observing everything with cold precision.

That was, until she stepped forward—her sword flashing—and impaled the celestial lord mid-confession to the goddess. The shock of it jolted everyone awake.

Just moments before, Evelyn had clawed her way out of mortal purgatory, ascending to immortality with vengeance burning in her veins.

Her voice, sharp as steel, cut through the air: "I am the wrath of every soul you destroyed."

The audience shuddered. Even the studio crew, caught off guard, gasped. Online viewers erupted.

Netizen: Holy—did NOT see that coming.

Netizen: FINALLY someone shut them up. I was ready to throw my screen.

Netizen: The world’s ending, and these two are still sobbing over their tragic love? Pathetic. Good riddance.

Netizen: Did y’all catch Sebastian Hart’s face in the waiting room? Priceless.

Sebastian, despite his usual composure, looked like he’d been slapped. His jaw clenched, his expression twisted—as if he were the one betrayed. The grand, tragic romance he’d poured his heart into? Reduced to a joke.

Humiliation burned through him. That he didn’t storm off was a miracle.

His fans were livid.

Fan: How dare Evelyn do this to him?!

Fan: Since when can’t deities love? Why should the goddess be sacrificed? Hypocrites!

Fan: Oh please. If you care so much, why don’t YOU die for their love story?

The celestial lord wasn’t dead—yet. But the wound was deep, and he collapsed into the goddess’s arms.

Desperate, she channeled her divine power to heal him, tears streaking her face as she stared at Evelyn. "What vengeful spirits? What are you talking about?"

Evelyn’s answer was a stinging slap. "Still playing innocent?"

The goddess recoiled, her cheek reddening, eyes wide with shock. Evelyn seized her throat, forcing her to watch—really watch—the devastation they’d caused.

Images flashed across the stage: cities in ruins, screams echoing, lives snuffed out like candle flames.

The goddess trembled. "I didn’t know—I swear!"

Another slap. "You were mortal once. Or did you forget the moment you got wings?"

"No! I love humanity—"

"Then where were you when he slaughtered them to lure you out?"

Netizen: Exactly! Suddenly she ‘remembers’ her duty when it’s HER lover at stake.

Netizen: If she’d stayed hidden, maybe the world wouldn’t be ash.

Netizen: We’re just props in their drama. Disgusting.

The goddess turned to her wounded lover, voice breaking. "He was noble before I corrupted him. It’s my fault."

Evelyn’s laugh was ice. "Ask the dead if they care about your guilt." She yanked the celestial lord up. "Monsters don’t get redemption."

The goddess screamed as Evelyn hurled him into the abyss.

Silence.

Then—"Why him?" The goddess crumpled, sobbing. "If anyone should die, it’s me!"

Cue Julian Blackwood’s dramatic reappearance, pristine in white, as if the script demanded a last-minute twist.

The goddess lunged for him—only for Evelyn to snap a chain around his throat.

"Not so fast."

Netizen: Evelyn Sinclair, destroyer of delusions. I stan.

Netizen: Sebastian’s fans malding rn.

Netizen: This isn’t a love story. It’s a reckoning.