The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 73: Demon Gods

The atmosphere in the command center was tense. The holographic displays flickered with streams of data, tracking every movement on the battlefield.

Athena stood next to Mors, her gaze fixed on the screen where the automated drones transmitted live footage.

The enemy numbers kept rising, their grotesque forms shifting unnaturally through the wreckage.

But it wasn’t their sheer numbers that concerned her, it was the anomaly forming in the distance.

A swirling vortex of crimson and black energy had opened in the void. A portal.

Mors clenched his jaw. "They’re summoning reinforcements."

Athena exhaled slowly. "Or worse... something is coming through."

The Zerg had always been a problem for the interstellar military, but they had never exhibited intelligence beyond base instinct.

Their sudden coordination, their evolving strategies, and now this? It wasn’t a coincidence. The portal pulsed violently, distorting the surrounding space.

The satellite-controlled tanks positioned at strategic coordinates locked onto the disturbance, their targeting systems aligning.

The moment anything emerged, the empire’s forces would unleash a barrage of firepower.

"Status on orbital weapons?" Mors demanded.

"Loaded and primed, sir," an officer responded. "We have the Aegis-class railguns ready to fire."

"Hold position," Mors ordered. "We need to see what’s coming before we strike. If we waste the first hit, we’ll lose our advantage."

Athena’s fingers tightened around the edge of the console. A deep, foreboding sensation crawled up her spine.

Arthivian, the dormant sword on her back, pulsed faintly, responding to the shift in energy. Her instincts screamed at her, something ancient was waking up.

Then, the battlefield changed.

A massive hand emerged from the portal, its obsidian skin adorned with glowing red veins. Clawed fingers grasped at the edges of the rift as something pulled itself through.

A head followed, a creature unlike anything recorded in history.

Tall, towering over the wreckage, its face was shrouded in a mist of dark energy, only its burning eyes visible beneath the shadows.

Athena’s breath hitched. "That’s not just a Zerg."

For the first time since their awakening, they would fight, not as soldiers of the empire, not as figures of the interstellar age, but as the reincarnations of Devancier and Alishiera, wielding the power of an ancient war long forgotten.

Athena’s mind raced as she recalled the books she had read in Mors’ estate library.

The tomes were ancient, their pages delicate yet filled with knowledge that had long been buried beneath the progress of interstellar civilization.

Among them, one had stood out to her the most, a book titled "The Forgotten War: Gods, Demons, and the Collapse of the Ancient Realms."

At first, she had thought it was a mere myth, a relic of outdated beliefs that had no place in a world ruled by technology and science.

But now, standing before a Demon God, witnessing its ability to manipulate reality itself, she realized the truth. The past had never truly been erased, it had simply been hidden.

She turned to Mors, urgency lacing her voice. "I read something about this... about them."

His gaze remained locked on the battlefield, analyzing the Demon God’s movements. "Now would be a good time to share."

"In the oldest records, before even the rise of the first interstellar empire, it was said that gods and demons waged wars across different planes of existence. The mortal realm was merely a battlefield to them. But at some point, the gods vanished, either because they were defeated or because they sacrificed themselves to seal away the demons."

Mors frowned. "You think these demons survived? That they were never truly sealed?"

Athena’s throat tightened.

"Not just survived. Waited. The book suggested that if the gods’ descendants ever forgot their origins, if they ever lost the knowledge to fight, the seals would weaken. And the demons would return."

Mors exhaled sharply. "And now they have."

Athena felt the weight of the swords strapped to their backs.

Arthivian and Elsienflora. They were not just heirlooms, they were remnants of that ancient war.

Weapons crafted to counteract beings like the one before them.

The Demon God raised its clawed hand once more. This time, the air itself began to twist, the gravity warping unnaturally as energy converged at its fingertips.

A tear in space opened, revealing more creatures lurking in the void, otherworldly beings waiting for the command to descend.

Athena’s grip tightened on Arthivian. "If the books were right, we’re not just dealing with a powerful enemy. We’re dealing with the demon war itself."

Mors nodded, his expression grim but resolute. "Then we better make sure history doesn’t repeat itself."

Together, they prepared to strike. For the empire. For their people. And for the war that had been lost to time.