Scene 1 — The Four Pits
Opening my eyes as my enlightenment was halted by a wave of Death Laws, I exhaled slowly.
It wasn't an attack.
It wasn't interference.
It was… correction.
A disturbance.
Something had formed that wasn't meant to.
Turning my head slightly, I let my senses follow the source. The pull wasn't loud—but it was wrong in a way only Death could recognize.
So I stood.
And walked.
The further I moved, the quieter the world became.
Not peaceful.
Empty.
No wind. No life. No resistance.
A dead pocket carved into existence.
"A recent development…" I muttered.
The grotto revealed itself slowly.
Stone dipped inward like a wound that had never healed. No trees. No growth. No remnants of natural law trying to reclaim it.
Just decay.
Fresh decay.
That was the part that mattered.
I stepped forward.
And saw them.
Four pits.
Each one held a different hue—subtle at first glance, but violently distinct the longer I looked.
Black.
Gold.
Violet.
And—
Crimson.
My gaze locked onto the last one.
A fetus floated within the crimson pool.
Small.
Incomplete.
But radiating something far beyond its form.
Blood.
Destruction.
A concept not aligned with the world's current structure.
I exhaled once.
"I see…"
My voice lowered.
"So this is how Divine 666 got into our universe."
The realization settled in layers.
Not invasion.
Not summoning.
Overflow.
"Prolonging the cycle…" I continued quietly, eyes scanning the other pits, "is causing loops to form."
The world wasn't stable anymore.
It was repeating.
Recycling.
Spitting out things that belonged to different points in its own timeline.
"Earth is fighting back…" I said, more to myself than anything else.
"…against Gaia's control."
I stepped forward and took a seat in front of the pits.
No hesitation.
No rush.
Just understanding.
Raising my hand, I began weaving symbols into the air.
Not runes.
Not spells.
Authority.
The Band that symbolized All Things Evil responded instantly.
It didn't resist.
It recognized.
My fingers moved with precision, forming a framework around the four pits.
"Fall under my Authority."
The command wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
The moment it settled—
The pits reacted.
The fetus in the crimson pool twitched.
Not alive.
Not dead.
Something in between.
I bit down lightly on my thumb.
Blood surfaced.
Not mortal blood.
Not divine blood.
Something deeper.
My True Essence.
I spat it forward.
The droplets didn't scatter.
They aligned.
Threaded themselves through the framework I had created.
Binding.
Anchoring.
Claiming.
The pools began to distort.
Their colors flickered violently as conflicting laws tried to assert dominance.
I raised my palm.
White flame formed instantly.
Not destructive.
Refining.
The flame expanded outward, wrapping around the four pits in a perfect sphere.
A barrier.
A filter.
A correction system.
"Refine."
The word carried weight.
The flame responded.
Slowly—carefully—it began stripping away misalignment.
Not destroying the concepts.
Not erasing them.
Just… correcting the parts that didn't belong.
I leaned back slightly, watching the process.
"…Reminds me of Divine 666."
The memory surfaced easily.
A being sealed deep within Tartarus.
Held down by Chronos.
By Father.
Something that should not have existed—yet did.
"…If I can find vessels for the Deadly Seven…"
My gaze returned to the crimson fetus.
"…this could become something useful."
Not safe.
Not stable.
Useful.
"A bridge," I murmured.
"To something just as dangerous as me."
Time passed.
Not in moments.
Not in days.
Centuries.
Five hundred years slipped by like a quiet breath.
The refinement never stopped.
Not once.
I adjusted.
Corrected.
Reinforced.
Layer after layer.
Until the four beings stabilized under my Authority.
Only then did I move.
Raising both hands, I layered barriers over the grotto.
Death Laws.
Sun Laws.
Interwoven.
Structured.
I mimicked the sky.
Not visually.
Conceptually.
A false heaven.
A cover.
A warning.
"Crossing a God King's attention…" I said quietly, finishing the final seal, "…is daring."
The barrier settled.
Perfect.
"…but doable."
This place would now read as something coordinated.
Something intentional.
Something belonging to forces far above Minor or Major interference.
"Two enemies working together…" I added under my breath.
"…is enough to keep most eyes away."
I stood.
Turned.
And left the way I came.
Returning to my position, I resumed my meditation.
As if nothing had happened.
Five hundred years on top of the two hundred before…
To beings like Pontus—
It was nothing.
Barely a shift.
A blink.
My Darkness Laws stirred faintly.
Still one level below my Death and Sun Domains.
Yet evolving.
The darkness of the ocean…
I could feel it now.
Heavier.
More oppressive.
Not suffocating like Nyx.
Not absolute.
But lingering.
Clinging.
An after-effect rather than a source.
"…Interesting."
I opened my eyes.
Something had arrived.
Star Laws.
Clean.
Precise.
Controlled.
I turned my head.
And met the aloof gaze of Neres.
"Father has made his decision," he said calmly.
His presence alone carried weight now.
More refined.
More focused.
"He will shield a young Godling…"
A slight pause.
"…to preserve the God-King meeting set to occur in one and a half million years."
He extended his hand.
A crest formed within his palm.
Fluid.
Ancient.
Alive.
"With this," he continued, "the Primal Waters will not affect you."
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"And I will lead you to a path that bypasses the Sea entirely."
I nodded once.
No gratitude.
No hesitation.
Just acceptance.
Our alignment had already been decided long before this moment.
We began walking.
Side by side.
"The Northern Star," I said after a moment, "is large enough to include others."
Neres glanced at me.
"As long as the framework remains intact," I continued, "future functions can be divided."
He stopped.
Turned.
Studied me.
Deeply.
"…To say Lord Hades is the source of anomalies," he said slowly, "would be an understatement."
I smiled faintly.
"To think an empty domain…" he added, "…void of mortals…"
"…could still produce miracles."
I met his gaze.
"As I've learned," I said calmly, "he was written off by many."
"Unfit to be the True God King after Chronos."
Neres didn't interrupt.
"But he is the only domain," I continued, "where gods find a true path to the True Essences."
Even now.
Even when claimed.
"Knowing early…" I added, "and discovering it after leaving the Chaos Gates…"
"…are completely different principles."
Silence settled between us.
Then—
"Regardless of how dangerous it is…"
I looked forward.
"…every Fateless needs to take the first step."
Neres' expression hardened.
Then softened.
"…Yes," he said quietly.
And we continued walking.
Toward the mountain in the distance.
Scene 2 — The Wise King
"Finally decided to say hello… Grandpa."
The pit breathed slowly beneath me.
Not alive.
Not dead.
Contained.
My fingers brushed lightly against the Seal of Darkness.
The Dog-headed Dragon stirred faintly.
Still sealed.
Still dreaming.
Still incomplete.
Good.
Behind me—
A shadow moved.
Not cast.
Not formed.
Present.
"You've grown," the voice said.
Ancient.
Measured.
Amused.
"Say hello would be an insult," it continued.
"After all… you've stepped past Prometheus."
I closed my book.
Turned.
And faced him fully.
Chronos.
Or what remained of him.
"…and are now moving as a Wise King."
I frowned slightly.
"Wise King?" I repeated.
"I aim for no such position."
I stepped forward.
The Seal of Darkness reacted.
The surrounding space shifted.
Making room.
Separating us from everything else.
"What I aim for," I said evenly, "is for you to relinquish your control."
"My control?" Chronos echoed, amused.
"The Netherworld fragment," I clarified, "that forms part of the True Crown."
Silence.
Then—
A soft laugh.
"Some roles are not chosen," he said.
"Even for the Fateless."
His gaze sharpened.
"CuelJuris…"
The name carried weight.
"You will be forced to decide."
A pause.
"When Tenebris realizes what he's holding."
I didn't respond.
Didn't need to.
Chronos smiled.
Then—
He dissolved.
Gone.
Tartarus trembled.
Deep.
Violent.
A silver orb erupted upward from beneath the sealed 666.
It didn't hesitate.
Didn't pause.
It moved with purpose.
Straight toward the forming Netherworld.
"…So it begins."
I turned.
And walked.
Toward Hell.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
"This is my window."
The only one I'd get.
"Before the mantle acknowledges its rightful owner."
I stepped into the void.
Nyx watched.
Erebus watched.
They said nothing.
They didn't need to.
This—
Was exile.
In everything but name.
"…The first step," I said quietly.
"…is always the one that matters."
And I vanished.
Scene 3 — Descent
"Spend time adjusting," Neres said.
"The deeper regions are… less forgiving."
I nodded.
We had already descended far enough that most gods would've turned back.
Pressure alone would've erased them.
"This place," he continued, "was designed to keep everything out."
A pause.
"…and whatever is inside… contained."
I sat down.
Reached into my shadow.
Pulled out four peaches.
Tossed two to him.
He caught them.
Looked at them.
Confused.
"…Mortal food," I said.
"They don't do much for us."
I took a bite.
"…but they taste better than most divine constructs."
A pause.
Then—
He bit into one.
His expression didn't change.
But he didn't discard it either.
"You're with me now," I said calmly.
"So we'll take our time."
I stood.
Started walking again.
"Enjoy the sea."
"…and what lies beyond it."
"The West everyone pretends doesn't exist."
Neres followed.
Silently.
Time passed.
Three hundred years.
He didn't speak.
Didn't train.
Didn't move.
He simply—
Adjusted.
When he finally opened his eyes—
Something had changed.
Mid Titan.
Stabilized.
Cleaner.
Sharper.
Even his form had shifted slightly.
Less… bound.
More aligned with something natural.
I glanced at him once.
"…Good."
And continued walking.
Because ahead—
The West waited.
And whatever had been buried there…
Was not meant to stay forgotten.
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