A divine light shone upon the throne, its sheer presence of it made all others submit.The divine artitfact itself, forged from the essence of the stars and the matter of the universe– indestructible.
Upon this throne,at the center of the universe,Caleomir, sat a beautiful woman.With snow-pale skin and starry, glowing eyes, she was the Goddess of Light Lucythera. Her body shimmered with golden runes,her white hair flowed endlessly,like a mesmerizing ocean. Behind her, nine divine wings with holy, aura masked the stars behind. These wings were capable of transforming into nine purgatorium flame tails, burning with infernal intensity, capable of purging anything.
Her divine ring cracked the dimension with each rotation; the eyes embedded within it ,peered through the matter ,time and life observing everything. She was the leader of Gods, Lucythera.
Beside Lucythera sat the Abyss herself, the embodiment of fear and the commander of the unknown Abyss Realm. Starry abyss-black rings stretched out. Ruby-like red hair flowed flawlessly down till her hips.
Her starry wings, capable of transforming into sharp tails enough to cut planets, writhed around her feet; and eyes that commanded fear peered at the Gods.
A ring of darkness, capable of devouring anything, was revolving around. She held a black hole, playing with it like it was nothing. But she controlled easily; with a snap of her fingers, it disappeared instantly.
Behind the thrones gleamed eyes with a gaze older than the universe itself. Three pairs of horns, molded from the essence of the stars, and scales black as the Abyss itself.
He wasn't a Beast; he was the Creation at the birth of Caleomir. Laws etched in his scales wiggled around his body, and a Celestial Dragon Symbol was rooted into his forehead. His two tails were laid down around his body; his breath resonated the realm itself.
They called him Ouroboros Regalis, the first creation of Caleomir, who wielded power equally scary to the Goddesses themselves.
The Leaders of the Gods' Realm placed it at the universe's end. Only gods were allowed to enter this place.
Blood-red claws tore through the very boundaries of the universe. As the threshold split open, existence itself trembled; the shrieks of spatial distortion echoed to the furthest reaches of the cosmos.
While the claws pried the rift ever wider, the gods could only watch in paralyzed silence.
A colossal crimson deity emerged—Vorynthar—with a horrifying legion at his back. They moved like roiling clouds of gore, filled with ravenous, bloodthirsty eyes. Their limbs were disconnected, floating in mid-air, yet held in a terrifying unity by the pulsing Nightmare Energy.
Vorynthar's body was a visceral crimson, crowned by four hellish horns torn from the deepest pits of the abyss. He stood as the dark antithesis to Lucythera, a self-anointed Sovereign of Hell. Terrifying, black-red energy dripped from his serrated teeth like liquid shadow.
Flanking him were two serpentine divinities, Khyber & Kysara -the Embodiments of Seduction. Their flawless, exposed upper bodies were a provocative contrast to their scaled, draconic lower halves. Each wore a half-crown of blood that completed the other, their sharp horns glinting as their wicked, snake-like eyes scanned the gods with malice.
At the vanguard stood the Leader of the Outsiders, Vitreous-Nadir a towering colossus of nightmare. Twelve eyes stared unblinkingly from a translucent face. Through his transparent skin, a labyrinth of tube-like vessels was visible, carrying black-red Nightmare blood from the core of his heart to his extremities. Like his army, his form was not a solid mass, but a murderous cloud of disconnected parts, held together by an unseen, malevolent force.
Staring at the gods with cold arrogance, Vorynthar's voice thundered: Noctyra! I have returned to fight for my freedom!' He pointed at her, his hand trembling with rage. 'YOU!' he roared. 'You stole my liberty! You condemned me to the lightless pits of hell to restrain these nightmare abominations! For billions of years, I endured agonizing suffering, forced to command those mindless monsters alone, without a choice!'
Vorynthar's expression darkened as he spat each word with venom. 'But through the eons of my torment, I mastered the Nightmare Energy. I have bent the Outsiders to my will. Now, I shall conquer this universe and make it suffer as I have suffered! Today, Caelomir shall become Hell itself, and you shall all be the helpless witnesses to my domination and your own obliteration! I will make you rot in agony for millions of years!'
Noctyra rose from her throne, her silent fury causing the world to tremble beneath her feet. As she floated toward the invaders, her form began to swell, expanding until she rivaled the size of a star, casting a shadow that even Vorynthar felt in the depths of his soul.
'HOW DARE YOU!' her voice resonated like a dying sun. 'How dare you accuse me of torture? It was I who granted a lesser god like you the opportunity to rule Hell—the most noble of charges! You were meant to be its Guardian, but your own hollow, ravenous mind consumed you.'
She glared at the legion behind him, her eyes burning with disdain. 'You dare to ally yourself with these filthy Outsiders?' A black hole began to swell in her palm, its immense gravity bending the very light and fabric of reality around it. 'I alone am enough to obliterate you and your wretched army,' she declared, her voice cold and final. 'Today, you shall learn the price of treachery.'
Suddenly, Vitreous-Nadir vanished as if he had never been there. In a blur of impossible speed, he reappeared, seizing Nocytra by the wrist. A malevolent fury burned in his twelve eyes as he spoke with a voice of pure condemnation:
'You dare to call us filthy, little Goddess?' He placed his translucent palm directly over the swelling black hole. 'I shall remind you why the borders of your precious Caleomir were sealed against us. I shall remind you why this "mindless" army will consume your world today.' His silent rage flared as he began to crush the black hole in his grip, as if it were nothing more than a glass sphere. 'The eons of peace you've enjoyed while hiding in fear are over,' he snarled. 'We are the true sovereigns of existence. You? You are nothing but a filthy turtle cowering in its shell.'
Under the overwhelming pressure of Vitreous-Nadir's power, the black hole collapsed, tearing the very fabric of reality. Nocytra's eyes widened in genuine shock, her divine fury ignited by this unthinkable defiance.
The two vanished from existence as their battle commenced. The only signs of their presence were the occasional cracks in the dimension where they clashed; planets detonated and stars flickered out as their cosmic struggle raged on. The other Gods could only cower in helplessness, praying for the victory of their Abyss Goddess, Nocytra.
The two were perfectly matched, neither gaining the upper hand. Nocytra's Ring of Destruction began to revolve, seeking to consume Vitreous-Nadir, but his alien form did not bend to its devastating power. Instead, his Nightmare energy surged, turning his translucent body into a pulsing mass of red and black—the true Antithesis of Nocytra's essence. Stripped of laws and magic, they battled with nothing but pure, celestial physical force.
Vorynthar taking this opportunity, attacked Lucythera with fury, shouting: 'I will make Noctyra suffer as she witnesses your downfall and the destruction of your beloved Gods Realm!' 'Army of Vitreous-Nadir, heed my command!'Vorynthar roared. 'March towards the lands of Gods! Destroy everything moving and living; search every inch and corner of this world!Turn this Realm into barren wasteland! Make us the Sovereigns of the Gods! KILL! KILL! KILL!' As he commanded ,Vorynthar drew his Hell Sword from his back and lunged straight at Lucytherra with the intent of obliterating her.
Lucythera massive Star Flame Tail swung towards the oncomnig sword and was ready to clash.
This place isn't yours to obliterate as you wish," she said disapprovingly. "This is the peace and the Realm of Gods." Planets cracked and the world trembled as their celestial battle unfolded. The sheer clash of the two created abominations around strange spatial rifts; time itself began to fold.
Lucythera's Ring of Creation was creating infinite shields around her, but Vorynthar's Hell Sword shattered each one with ease.
Meanwhile, Ouroboros Regalisrose up, his breath paralyzing the 'Nightmare Army' in its place, not daring to move towards the Gods' Realm. He was heading towards Lucytherra, but Khyber and Kysara intercepted him. Maliciously looking at him, they said spitefully: "It's time to decide who is the real Deity of the Beasts."
"Humph, this is not to be decided by the likes of you; your negligible power will perish before my presence," said Ouroboros Regalis.
His starry horns glowed, pushing them to their knees. Facing the overwhelming power of the Dragon King, they experienced the real terror of him as their blood chilled. Not hesitating, their crowns glowed as they started to unify; they mutated into a two-bodied Celestial Snake with the newfound power of nightmare, capable of opposing even him.
The nearby stars started to disintegrate, their energies swirling towards his glowing horns. Spiraling energy created a Star Core; his own body was enduring the immense power of multiple stars, already tearing the fabric of reality around him.
Being aimed at instantly made Khyber and Kysara petrified. They hastily prepared, opening their mouths as a couple million Nightmare Beasts surged in, sacrificing their lives. Around their four combined horns, an incandescent nightmare core was created.
The two powers fired at the same time: the reddish-black ball and the Star Core surged toward each other at incredibly high speed. They left a trail of emptiness in their path, deleting space, time, and matter.
"Those who stand at the end make the rules, Ouroboros Regalis," they hissed.
"Show me then; entertain me," he replied.
The collision of the two powers sent out a massive shockwave; the Gods' Realm was barely spared. Then, the two antithetical powers suddenly went out, as if someone had snuffed out a candle.
The battles continued: Noctyra fought with Vitreous-Nadir, Lucythera clashed with Vorynthar, Ouroboros Regalis locked in combat with Kysara and Khyber.
Millions of years later, the Realm of the Gods had faded into myth: its connection with the Caleomir was severed, a massive falling star appeared, hurtling at light speed from the forgotten realm towards the Mortal Realm. No one was there to witness, yet this streak of light was the beginning of our protagonist's journey.