~ Void ~
~ Amatsu-Mikaboshi, the Chaos King - POV ~
There was no light in the prison between worlds—only the endless heaving of something ancient and angry.
Amatsu-Mikaboshi, the Chaos King, writhed against chains of creation older than the first dawn. Once, he had devoured suns and unmade gods; now he lingered in a cage built from his own entropy, locked within the deepest gulf of the Void.
He did not sleep. He seethed.
Every few eons, when reality trembled, he would stir. The Void would convulse, its silence breaking with echoes of forgotten screams. His hatred rippled through the nothingness, and the boundaries between stories—between universes—shivered like spider silk in a storm.
This time, his rage tore something loose.
A single sliver of his essence, a splinter of true chaos, peeled away from the god's bound form. It drifted free—mindless, hungry, and searching for anything that could hold it.
And far away, in a dying world of smoke and gunfire, a man was drawing his last breath.