Ember Oath: The Pyre Genealogy

The newborn's first cry shattered 17% of the void's countdown screens. Seryn's erosion-veins grew inversely under the infant's bronze heart pulsations, reforging his skeleton into bio-server racks. Each vertebra sprouted quantum drives storing the first Octavius' vilest secret—he time-smuggled not just to save his lover, but to convert her entropy-ravaged corpse into an immortal database. 

Gurak's neon jellyfish swarm disintegrated into pixelated debris under the infant's wail. She reconstituted within Seryn's auditory nerves as viral broadcast: *"Grats! Your kid's a blackhole-pissing supercomputer!"* Surviving tentacles jacked into the infant's fontanelle, attempting to rewrite its OS with profanity: *"Listen squirt, the Big Bang's just a cosmic fart—"* 

The infant's eyelids flipped into Klein-viewports, decompiling Gurak's code into pure energy tsunamis. The bronze forest began anti-entropic growth—withered leaves reblooming as flesh-flowers, each pistil suspending erased civilization echoes. Eluinora's dagger thrust from a blossom's core, its tip dripping not venom but the first lover's final memory-plasma: her self-entropy at time-smuggling's end to prevent recursive plague. 

*"Maternal protocol activated."* The infant's vocal cords triggered supernova-grade resonance. *"Father, select interment method."* 

Seryn's mechanical heart ruptured, exposing a bronze seed at its core. As he implanted it into the infant's chest, all quantum drives replayed the first Octavius' ultimate confession: he carved not love poems but viral code into his lover's corpse to remake the cosmos as her memory backup. 

The void began vomiting. Bronze roots spewed from Seryn's eye sockets, weaving a cocoon around the infant. Gurak's final consciousness shards formed blood-hued subtitles outside: *"Parental love's a landslide—run, brat!"* 

But cocoon-time accelerated a million-fold. When Seryn reopened his eyes, the infant had aged into a teenager whose palm sigils perfectly mirrored the unopened coffin's erosion. The youth smiled, stardust dripping from his lips: 

*"Father, I've prepared seventy-two funerals. Cast your vote."*