HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Barely breathing and swallowed by darkness, Quintus looked at the scene before him.
Dorothy's headless body laid few metres away from where Luna was. The evil inside him didn't care of her yet something in his heart broke at the sight of Luna cradling Alex's lifeless body. He hated her to the bones—she had destroyed his everything. Yet, witnessing her anguish stirred something deep within him, a twisted empathy that he had long buried under layers of resentment and pain. The last time he had seen her cry like this was for Eric, on that fateful night when she had descended to goddess and returned to this very place, her tears a reflection of her shattered heart.
Quintus turned his gaze away, lost in memories that clawed at his resolve. Truth be told, beneath all the hatred he harbored for her, he still cared for her in some long-forgotten way. Back then, it had been easier to hate her than to confront the vulnerability of his feelings. She was a constant reminder of everything he had lost, yet he could never bring himself to inflict harm upon her. The centuries of torment had twisted him, warped him until the darkness had swallowed his soul entirely.
But just as he was about to retreat into the shadows of his despair, a demonic voice whispered in his ear, insidious and taunting. She is the reason you are like this. She doesn't love you; she wants to kill you. Kill her—she killed your son.
The words slithered into his mind, igniting a fury that simmered just beneath the surface. It was a twisted logic, a dark temptation that clawed at his sanity. He could feel the darkness beckoning him, urging him to embrace the rage that had been festering for so long. And yet, even as he wrestled with the voices, a flicker of doubt surfaced. He remembered the moments of light, the times when Luna had fought alongside him, the bond they once shared before everything had turned to ash.
But the shadows were relentless, drowning out the memories of laughter and warmth with venomous whispers. This is your chance to reclaim what was taken from you. To make her pay for the pain she has caused. The voice coiled tighter around him, promising power and release if he just surrendered to the darkness.
Quintus clenched his fists, torn between the haunting past and the seductive call of vengeance. In that moment, the hatred that had sustained him for centuries wavered, and he felt the sharp sting of loss cutting deeper than he thought possible.

The air crackled with tension as Quintus stumbled, swallowed by the darkness that had become his reality. Shadows writhed around him, echoing voices spilling from his lips in a twisted chorus. "This is all because of you. You should die." His eyes were dark, hollow pits that consumed the light, epitomizing the void within him. Each word dripped with venom, clawing at the remnants of Luna's resolve.
Luna, kneeling by Alex's lifeless body, felt the rage igniting within her—a wildfire threatening to consume her fragile humanity. She could feel her divine essence bubbling just beneath the surface, aching to burst forth and reclaim its place. As the anger surged, she gently laid Alex down, the pain of his loss cutting deeper than any blade. Standing tall, she rose to her feet, her once ocean-blue eyes now a depthless, dark blue, an endless ocean devoid of emotion.
Quintus snarled, raising his hand to attack, but Luna was faster. She summoned her ultimate weapon—an artifact of her divine past. The moonlight, pure and blinding, materialized in her hands. Its searing brilliance illuminated the battlefield, but her human body couldn't withstand its power. Her hands burned, the skin blackening as she gripped the artifact tighter.
With a guttural cry, Luna unleashed a final, devastating blow. The moonlight shot forward like a divine spear, piercing Quintus's chest.Without Dorothy - he was just a empty can- seemed strong yet hollow . Quintus let out a howl of rage and pain as the light consumed him, his form disintegrating into nothingness.
But Luna didn't stop. Her grief and fury blinded her, and she turned her wrath on the demonic shadows that remained. The moonlight spread in a devastating wave, annihilating everything in its path—wolves, demons, and shadows alike.
Her people cried out, but Luna couldn't hear them. The pain of Alex's sacrifice consumed her, driving her to the brink of destruction. She would burn the world if it meant avenging him.
Before she could attack, Astaroth, the great duke of Hell, materialized from the dagger strapped to her waist appeared.
The serpent beast was a terrifying sight to behold. Towering over everyone on the battlefield, his form was a monstrous blend of serpent and dragon, his scales glistening like obsidian under the faint moonlight. His eyes burned with an unholy fire, and his presence alone sent waves of fear rippling through the shadows and wolves alike.
The demons faltered, their forms flickering as if they could feel the sheer power radiating from Astaroth. 
 "Stop," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority. But Luna, consumed by her fury, did not heed his words. With a fierce determination, she launched herself at him, her movement a blur of raw power. Astaroth barely managed to evade her strike, surprise flickering across his features at the strength she held,just in this fraction of her divineness.
"Indeed, worthy of my care," he muttered, momentarily impressed. But the respect was short-lived. "But you owe me," he added, as he countered her attack with a fierce blow of his own. Luna stood there, her body a canvas of defiance, refusing to yield. The strike hit her hard, knocking her back. Blood gushed from her mouth, staining her pale skin, and cracks began to form across her body as light erupted from within, signaling her divine power threatening to break free.
"Why didn't you dodge it?" Astaroth asked, his shock evident as he rushed to catch her before she crumbled to the ground. But Luna pushed him away, fueled by a desperate strength.
"I am tired " she replied , her voice a bare whisper - the strain cleared in her voice but their conversation was short lived as a voice - a plea of mercy raise luna's attention
"I will take care of the rest " Astaroth, despite his demonic nature, felt a flicker of empathy ignite within him at Luna's raw pain. He was not supposed to care, yet something about her anguish unsettled him. The purity of her emotion itched at him, clawing at the remnants of his own humanity.
With fire igniting in her chest, Luna turned back to Astaroth, her eyes blazing with fury. "Tell Lucifer to keep his promise and return him back. While you can do what you were here for ," she whispered, summoning her moon sword—the same sword she had used to convict Quintus once before. With one swift motion, she attacked, her movement so quick it left everyone around her stunned freeing her people from the last fractions of darkness surrounding them.
Before the shadows could flee, Astaroth raised a clawed hand. The air seemed to solidify as an invisible force dragged the fleeing demons back toward him. They screamed and writhed, their forms disintegrating as they were consumed by his power. The battlefield trembled under his might, the very fabric of reality bending to his will.
Astaroth looked at Luna in surprise as he wondered since when did she knew that Astaroth's main task was to bring the escapee of hell back - he opened a massive gate of Hell, its presence dark and powerful, swirling with shadows that screamed of despair. It pulled Quintus's soul and along with the other demons through the void, his body vanishing as he was consumed by the darkness he once commanded.
Astaroth stole a final glance at Luna, who stood with her back turned, looking down at Alex's body. Her skin was slowly burning, cracks of light emanating from her being as she began to dissipate into the air. A single tear slipped from her cheek and fell onto the barren ground below, and as it touched the earth, vibrant grass and flowers began to bloom as the blood seeped deeper into the ground, a stark contrast to the devastation surrounding her.
Once everything had vanished, Astaroth left, his eyes holding a strange sympathy for the once-great goddess.