The air shimmered like glass as Eternal stepped through the rift, his queens, Lunara and Selipha, at his side. Behind them, the rift sealed with a low, growling hum—like the universe itself knew what had just entered.

  Before them stretched a stunning realm: galaxies clustered like coral reefs, each one brimming with worlds of staggering life and power. Planets glowed in all shades of color, radiant with divine energy. Oblivion pulsed with hunger in Eternal’s hands, its veins glowing a fiery red as it sensed the potential for chaos and destruction.

  Eternal’s cold eyes scanned the horizon. “A new playground,” he murmured.

  Lunara smiled. “This place is ripe.”

  Selipha let her aura spill out. “Too ripe.”

  But before they could make a move, a host of six-winged Cherubim descended, halos dimmed by caution. They surrounded the trio, their celestial weapons raised—not in threat, but in reverence.

  One stepped forward. “We are here to escort you to Para. The Supreme Ruler Zairos wishes for diplomacy.”

  Selipha's aura flared. “Should we crush them?”

  Eternal raised a hand. “No. They’re escorts.” He turned his head, locking eyes with the lead Cherub. “Aren’t you?”

  The Cherubim trembled, feeling a weight far beyond divine. “Y-Yes. Please follow us.”

  Eternal grinned. “Good. Lead the way.”

  ---

  Scene Shift: The Realm of Para

  A continent-sized palace floated in orbit above a golden sun. Inside, Zairos—ruler of this dimension—sat on a throne forged from pure existence. Around him stood the 13 Ultimate Gods, his most elite warriors. Among them was Zaxx, the god who had warned Zairos of Eternal long ago.

  Zairos' voice was calm but cautious. “He has arrived.”

  Zaxx stepped forward. “He killed my brother.”

  Zairos closed his eyes. “And now, he walks into our court.”

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  Moments Later: Eternal Arrives

  Massive divine doors opened, and Eternal entered Para like a storm disguised as a man. Lunara and Selipha walked beside him, their beauty laced with menace. The room went silent—gods, titans, and eldritch forces all stared at the being who exuded an aura of pure malice.

  Zairos stood from his throne. “Eternal. You have crossed into a dimension not your own. Speak your purpose.”

  Eternal just smirked, his voice low and cold. “You talk like this place was ever yours.”

  Zairos narrowed his eyes. “You carry death in your wake. I offer you peace. What do you want?”

  Eternal tilted his head. “To own everything you fear to lose.”

  Before Zairos could respond, the God of Void flashed in front of Eternal, a black blade forged of vacuum pressed against his neck. “Insult Zairos again in this court, and I’ll erase you.”

  But before he could swing—

  “STEP BACK!” Zairos roared.

  Too late.

  Lunara’s hands surged with starlight. Selipha’s eyes turned black, her palms radiating decay.

  A flash. A scream.

  The God of Void disintegrated—his essence consumed, his divinity erased. Only dust remained.

  Shock rippled through the chamber.

  Zairos looked shaken. “Why… why force war over peace?”

  Eternal’s aura shifted—beautiful, terrifying, absolute. “You attacked first. I’m simply returning the favor.”

  He stepped forward. “That thing you sent—Xxza—he begged. He screamed. He broke. He told me everything. Then I killed him.”

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  Zaxx’s eyes widened in horror. “You… you tortured my brother?”

  Eternal turned, smiling darkly. “I devoured his soul like wine.”

  Zaxx lunged forward in blind fury, but Zairos held him back. “Not yet.”

  The room now burned with tension. War lingered in the air.

  And Eternal? He smiled.

  As the dust of the erased God of Void settled, silence clung to the chamber like a thick fog. Zaxx seethed, still held back by Zairos. The other gods—beings who ruled suns and birthed galaxies—watched Eternal with new eyes. Eyes filled with fear.

  Eternal turned slowly, his cloak whispering across the polished obsidian floor. Lunara and Selipha stood beside him like twin omens, their elegance soaked in danger.

  Lunara floated slightly above the ground, her body aglow with starlight. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a miniature constellation, each star pulsing with real gravitational force. The weight of it cracked the ground beneath her as she whispered to no one, "This is only a fragment of what I hold."

  Selipha, in contrast, stood rooted, her dark aura stretching like a tree of death. Shadows coiled around her, and from her palm sprouted a withering rose made of pure entropy. It aged and died within seconds—then was born again. She chuckled. "You gods love time. I make it my toy."

  Gasps echoed through the chamber. Even the eldest gods leaned back.

  Eternal stepped forward again. "I did not come here to parley. I came to reign."

  Zairos held up a hand. "Then prove it not with death, but with demonstration. Let us test power. Let us hold the Rite of Presence."

  A circle of divine fire rose around them, an ancient rite allowing challengers to showcase might without direct war. Zairos gestured. "You and your queens versus three of mine."

  Eternal smirked. "Let them come."

  From the circle stepped three gods:

  Orun, God of Storms, lightning made flesh, wielding thunder like a blade.

  Velmira, Goddess of Gravity, who could fold mountains with a thought.

  Kraal, Beast of Suns, a flaming titan taller than towers, whose body burned like a star.

  The arena darkened. Time slowed. All waited.

  Then chaos.

  Orun struck first, a bolt of divine lightning arcing toward Selipha.

  Selipha raised her hand.

  The bolt stopped. Froze midair.

  "You bring light," she whispered. "I bring the end of it."

  The lightning turned black, reversed, and struck Orun himself. He screamed as darkness tore into him.

  Kraal charged Eternal, fists ablaze. He swung.

  Eternal caught the punch—barehanded. With a twist, he shattered Kraal’s arm like glass. "Your suns are embers compared to Oblivion."

  He drove Oblivion down, splitting the arena floor and sending Kraal flying into the sky. One swing. One god humbled.

  Meanwhile, Velmira launched entire gravitational wells at Lunara.

  Lunara danced. She moved like a comet, twisting through the wells, unbothered. "Cute trick," she said sweetly. She then raised both arms—and a real galaxy formed above her.

  "Bow before a true star queen."

  She dropped it.

  The fake gravity was crushed beneath the weight of her reality. Velmira dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by a force she couldn’t measure.

  The fight was over.

  Zairos stood slowly. He looked at the broken forms of his warriors, then at Eternal’s queens—unscarred, unshaken, divine in both beauty and terror.

  "You win," Zairos said quietly.

  Eternal’s voice echoed across the hall. "No. I haven’t started yet."

  Zaxx stepped forward, fury in his voice. "You tortured my brother!"

  Eternal smirked. "I refined him. Then I unmade him."

  Selipha and Lunara moved to his side again.

  "We are his queens," Selipha said. "Chosen by might."

  "And by love," Lunara added. "Though the world will only ever see our wrath."

  Eternal turned, his eyes glowing.

  "Tell the rest of this universe: Eternal has arrived. Kneel... or be devoured."

  And with that, they left the arena of Para behind, the gods too stunned to follow, their legends rewritten in a single day.

  This was only the beginning.

  As the gods stood frozen in horror, the smoldering remains of the god of void still hung in the air. Eternal turned to leave with his queens, the shattered council too stunned to stop him.

  But fury was blinding.

  Zaxx, trembling with rage and heartbreak, screamed and lunged at Eternal from behind, his divine blade screaming with void energy. In a flash, he was stopped—mid-air—Selipha’s hand wrapped around his throat like a vice. Her eyes glowed with cosmic rage.

  “You are not worthy to touch him,” she whispered coldly, lifting him effortlessly.

  In that moment, a new power awakened in Selipha. Dark, elegant tendrils of energy unfurled from her body, wrapping around Zaxx. He screamed as she tortured him slowly, mercilessly—every second a tribute to the pain he dared wish upon Eternal. The other gods watched helplessly, too terrified to interfere.

  With a flick of her wrist, Selipha cast Zaxx into a miniature black hole she conjured—his body and soul erased entirely from existence.

  Eternal stepped forward, proud. “Well done,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her deeply. The moment stirred jealousy in Lunara’s eyes, a smirk creeping onto her face.

  Without missing a beat, Eternal turned to Lunara, took her by the waist as well, and kissed her with equal fire. The atmosphere trembled from the passion of gods.

  Then he turned his gaze toward Zairos.

  “Do what you must,” Eternal said, his voice cold and thunderous. “Assemble armies, assassins, gods, titans... every soul willing to die for your seat. Because I’m coming. For your head. And your throne. And when I’m done tearing down this pretty little universe of yours—I will savor the sound of their screams.”

  With Oblivion pulsing in his grip, he opened a dimensional rift and vanished.

  The scene shifted—Eternal stood upon a floating monolith, staring down at the first planet to fall in this new universe. Oblivion pulsed eagerly in his hand.

  Behind him, Selipha and Lunara smiled wickedly, their eyes hungry for the chaos to come.