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The Book of Becoming Prologue: Discovery

The Book of Becoming — Before gods had names, before death had a meaning, Cain broke the first law. He defied Heaven, murdered his brother Abel—then resurrected him. That single act of rebellion shattered the equilibrium of creation, birthing sin, memory, and consequence. Abel returned, no longer mortal. His rebirth was incomplete, a soul rewritten by divine paradox. Now he walks the multiverse as Necros-Babel, the Almighty’s Eternal Witness, Shepherd of Endings, and Paragon of Death—the first Reaper, the shadow by which all others measure their silence. Even gods fear him, for he remembers what they have chosen to forget. Ages later, as time circles back upon itself, the Nine Ascendants rise—each embodying one fragment of the divine equation lost when Abel died: light, flame, shadow, will, void, genesis, mind, flesh, and judgment. They are not heroes. They are the unresolved ideas of gods long dead, summoned by the universe itself to restore balance to a world collapsing under the weight of its own perfection. But deep beneath the ocean floor, in the cathedral of bones that was once Eden’s foundation, Cain sleeps still—his blood crystallized into the Seal of Dominion, binding Heaven, Sea, and Void together. Should the seal fracture, his awakening will not be a resurrection but a rewrite—the unmaking of existence so it may begin again in his image. The Ascendants’ light cannot save creation without first confronting the oldest truth: to ascend, one must consume their own divinity. Each must descend into the heart of their paradox, where their virtues become their devourers, and the shadows of Cain whisper the law of all flesh—that to know God is to inherit His hunger. The final prophecy speaks of the hour when Fire meets Stillness, when the Nine stand beneath a bleeding sky and remember their mortality. In that instant, the heavens will collapse inward; time will fracture; the rivers of light will flow backward; and the sky itself will scream. And at the center of it all, Necros-Babel—Abel reborn, the first and last witness—will decide whether creation deserves to begin again… or end forever.
JohnBlaze110 · 61.2k Views

My Soul Was Sold To Hell Without My Permission

Dylan Walker said no to the demon's deal. Ten years of success for his soul. He turned it down flat. The next morning, Hell processed the contract anyway. His college records updated overnight. Job offers started appearing. The miserable life he had been grinding through for years began quietly fixing itself, one piece at a time. He should have known it was too good to be true. A low-ranking demon forged his signature to meet a quota. A desperate, idiotic, career-saving forgery that Hell's system accepted without question. Now the supernatural world believes Dylan walker willingly sold his soul. Collection is scheduled in ten years. The paperwork is already filed. When Lan tries to cancel it, he hits a wall older than civilization itself. Demon contracts are absolute. Unbreakable. Enforced by powers that don't negotiate and don't care about the truth. Except Dylan found something no one was supposed to find. A flaw. A single crack in Hell's legal foundation. If he can prove the contract was fraudulent, Hell doesn't just lose his soul. It loses something that could unravel the balance of power across the entire supernatural world. Now everyone knows he found it. Demons want him buried before he talks. Fae want to weaponize what he knows. Dragons and older powers are placing bets on whether a human with no magic and no allies can actually pull this off. Lan just wanted his life back. Instead he is about to become the first person in history to commit legal fraud against Hell itself. And Hell has no idea what to do with someone who fights back with paperwork.
FA3zy · 10.5k Views

The Cosmic Avatar

what happens when the boundaries between realities begin to collapse, the characters of different worlds are thrown into a single, unstable existence where their stories collide. Heroes, villains,vigilante, saviors, will roles cease to matter? as the line between fiction and reality begins to shatter, Mori, the one chosen by the higher existence and bathed in the cosmic force to restore balance. As individual worlds spiral into war and realms teeter on the brink of collapse, Mori must wield unimaginable power to prevent annihilation. But the burden of having such a destiny is more than raw strength, it is a test of wisdom, will, and heart. With every action echoing across worlds, Mori must navigate the treacherous currents of divine judgment, mortal ambition, and cosmic destiny. Can one chosen soul bring harmony to a fractured multiverse, or will the weight of the cosmos destroy him first? ———————————————— "My name is Percy.....Percy Hale-Marrin although that would be Professor Percy Hale-Marrin to you but just call me professor Percy, I'll be your new history teacher but I do dabble in other fields but that's a story for another time. Although "history" is a strange word right now as what I'm about to teach you all is still unfolding." The professor says as he turns around to face over a 100 students after writing his name on the black board with a chalk.- "A year ago today there was a meteor shower, some may describe it as beautiful, talk about the way it cracked open the like glass, how the intensity lit up the sky making it almost look like it was mid-day, the trails of blue and silver fire following along. For a moment every sound in rainstrum died, or at least that's what it felt like, No engines, no voices, heck some even argue the wind stopped, but it didn't just bring awe....it marked a new age for rainstrum.
Moriiqt · 30.8k Views