Max returned to his original world.
Before reincarnation.
Before Hell.
Before powers, gods, timelines, and impossible responsibilities.
Honestly…
He didn't have many good memories here.
The streets felt smaller now somehow. More fragile. Less alive than he remembered. Humans walked by completely unaware of the things beyond their reality.
Still…
His family seemed to be doing alright after his death.
It had been a few years since he died in this world, yet life had continued without him. The house looked maintained. Bills paid. Smiles still existed.
That hurt more than he expected.
Max shoved his hands into his pockets and kept walking.
Eventually he arrived at a cemetery.
Rain clouds gathered overhead while cold wind moved through rows of gravestones.
Max stopped before one specific grave.
Poppi's.
Or rather…
The woman she used to be.
Max stared at the tombstone quietly.
Then narrowed his eyes.
The name on the gravestone was glitching.
Letters shifted unnaturally before settling on one consistent name.
Poppi.
Not the original human name anymore.
Poppi.
Max's expression darkened slightly.
"…Is this some kind of sick joke?"
A familiar voice answered behind him.
"No."
Max didn't turn around.
The God from the Helluva/Hazbin universe stepped beside him quietly.
"This is a common side effect when souls transfer between universes."
God summoned several white flowers and gently placed them at the grave.
"Her identity changed completely."
He looked toward the gravestone.
"Think of it this way."
"The person from this universe was erased."
"The soul no longer belongs here."
Rain began falling softly around them.
Yet somehow—
Not a single drop touched either of them.
Max stared at the grave silently.
"So if someone didn't know her before death…"
God nodded.
"They would never know her original name."
He glanced at Max.
"At least not until you fully accept your new role."
Max frowned slightly.
"I already accepted myself."
"I think."
The truth was—
His memories from before reincarnation felt distant now.
Like someone else's life.
God shook his head slowly.
"No."
"You accepted your life."
He pointed toward Max's chest.
"But not what you truly are."
The atmosphere around them changed.
Heavy.
Ancient.
"You are now the Entity."
"The End."
"Beyond creation."
"Beyond reality."
"Beyond death itself."
Max stayed silent.
God looked tired suddenly.
"There are too few gods."
"And far too much work."
Max finally looked at him.
"So what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"At the moment?"
God shrugged.
"Not much."
"You still mostly channel power from your true self instead of fully existing as it."
He gestured casually.
"In fact, most of the magic you currently use will eventually evolve into something entirely different."
Max frowned.
"…Great."
God ignored the sarcasm.
"You need to understand something important."
He looked directly into Max's eyes.
"You are already more powerful than me."
"More powerful than Roo."
"More powerful than nearly every version of us across reality."
Max blinked slowly.
"…That sounds unhealthy."
"It is."
God smiled weakly.
"But power comes with responsibility."
He looked toward the horizon.
"You are destined to rule alone someday."
The words hit harder than Max expected.
God continued quietly.
"You can save the people you love."
"You can preserve worlds."
"You can bring others into your realm."
"But eventually…"
He looked back at Max.
"Entire universes will end."
"And it will be your responsibility to receive them."
Silence.
Only rain and distant thunder filled the cemetery.
Then God suddenly clapped his hands together.
"Anyway!"
Max blinked.
"…That tonal shift gave me whiplash."
"You should practice your divine abilities."
God grinned slightly.
"Your true self isn't limited by spell systems or wish mechanics."
"When you use your actual authority, the rules don't apply."
He paused.
"Oh, and one more thing."
Max narrowed his eyes.
"…What now?"
"You should pursue Charlie a little more aggressively."
Max nearly choked.
"WHAT?"
God shrugged casually.
"You already changed her future enough that she understands the rules of reality better."
He smirked slightly.
"She'll handle it."
Before Max could answer—
God vanished.
Leaving him alone again in the rain.
Max sighed deeply.
"…Why is every god insane?"
Still…
He looked down at Poppi's grave one more time.
Then quietly created several black-and-red flowers from his own power and placed them beside God's white ones.
"…See you later."
And vanished.
A moment later—
Max appeared on a remote island somewhere in the ocean.
The place was filthy.
Run-down buildings.
Hidden compounds.
Human trafficking.
Experiments.
Enough suffering that Max immediately understood why he had subconsciously chosen it.
"…Yeah."
"This place goes."
He slowly knelt down.
Unlike before—
This time he didn't cast the spell through a system.
He used his own authority.
His own existence.
"O formless Entity beyond light and darkness…"
Black-and-red magic circles spread across the island beneath him.
Massive chains erupted upward from reality itself.
"Heed my call and open the path to oblivion."
The sky darkened unnaturally.
"Let all matter return to silence."
The ocean began shaking violently.
More circles appeared overhead.
Complex.
Ancient.
Impossible.
"Let soul and flesh be unraveled before your endless abyss."
Space itself began cracking apart.
"By your authority…"
A gigantic eye slowly opened inside the magic circle above the island.
"I sever the laws of existence itself."
The air screamed.
"May all things touched by your gaze…"
The eye fully opened.
Behind it—
A glimpse of his true realm.
Infinite darkness.
Endless stars.
Something far larger than reality itself staring back.
"…be erased without mercy."
Max's eyes glowed crimson.
"Disintegration."
The world vanished.
Not exploded.
Not burned.
Erased.
A colossal beam of black-and-red energy descended from the opened realm and annihilated the island completely.
The ocean itself was pushed away from the impact, leaving a quarter-mile crater in the sea before water violently rushed back inward.
Silence followed.
Max slowly stood back up.
"…Wow."
He flexed one hand experimentally.
"I barely felt any strain."
He looked toward the dissipating energy.
"So holy-style authority magic really is the safest way to use my true power."
He thought for a moment.
"…Still need a better chant though."
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Saying that out loud feels kinda cringe."
Then shrugged.
"Oh well."
Max looked up toward the sky.
"Time to go home."