Leo's fist had landed.
For the first time in eons uncountable, Yahweh's existence trembled. The blow was not merely physical—it cracked through metaphysical strata, brushing against the very core of what "God" could mean. And yet, the aftermath was paradoxical. For even as Yahweh's essence shook, Leo was hurled backwards, his body devoured by flashes of unplaceable light, until he opened his eyes again and found himself——in the heaven he had once stood against.
Confusion carved itself into his features. His emerald eyes widened, flickering left and right.
"What the…?" Leo muttered, his breath fractured.
Above him, the sky split open. No longer did Yahweh stand as the radiant divinity of scripture, but as something far more alien: a Black Planet, pulsing with unlight, grotesquely spiraling upon itself. From its impossible surface, a single eye opened. The shape was hideous, messy, formless—a writhing horror wearing the mask of infinity.
And the voice came, each syllable breaking a thousand realities.
"He… very… strong…"
But Yahweh did not relent.Instead, the deity reached further—beyond stories, beyond the armor of characters, beyond the Plot Armor itself. His hand tore through layers of unreality, grasping at the forbidden threads that no one dared to touch. The air rippled as Yahweh began to wound Leo's essence directly, attempting to dismantle the very principle that allowed Leo to "exist" in narrative.
Yahweh's Experiment
In the abyss between divinity and madness, Yahweh turned his gaze inward. He sought not inspiration from "other fictions," but from the pantheon of forbidden gods and demons that lurked in the void of The Almighty Goddes cosmos. Their names were rarely spoken, but their shadows stretched across eternity:
Kael'tharion, The Whisper in the Black Flame – a god whose tongue could rot the laws of language itself.
Drovahk, The Inverted Seraph – once an angel, now an endless cathedral of decay.
Mournhal, The Sleepless Abyss – the dreamer who dreams all dreams into nightmares.
Xytheron, The Silent Harpist – who plays chords that erase both soul and sound.
Iru'vane, The Crimson Judge – who executes guilt before crime exists.
Orrathis, The Fire that Burns Non-Existence – flame that incinerates both being and void alike.
Jehan'ul, The Broken Crown – a false monarch of infinity, shattered yet eternal.
Yahweh devoured their essences, not as theft, but as creation of something worse.
From their fusion, he began forging a counterfeit body—a black reflection of Leo himself. The corpse of divinities and demons was molded into the Evil Leonidas, a body sharper than causality, more corrosive than narrative, a blade of existence that could cut its own wielder.
The Horror of Evil Leonidas
The body floated in silence, incomplete but already terrifying. Its emerald eyes burned the same as Leo's—but corrupted, refracted into a poisonous green that devoured the soul of anyone who stared too long. Its chest pulsed with the voices of the fallen gods fused within it.
Even Yahweh whispered:
"This… will be his undoing. My hand of denial. The shadow of Leonidas himself."
For the first time, even the heavens recoiled.
Yahweh's State
But the horror was not finished. Yahweh, in his endless hunger, began to destroy himself. He shattered his divine armor, erased his name, unmade his own weaknesses, until nothing was left but raw, recursive transcendence. Every act of annihilation was paradoxically rebirth. Every death was his growth.
Yahweh was no longer merely God of Gods. He was the wound that all creation bleeds from.
Unbound by logic.
Untouched by time, dimension, or space.
Erasing even the concept of weakness itself.
He was the Source and the End, yet also what lies beyond both.
He was the narrative and the silence outside the narrative.
And his laughter echoed through the heavens as the Black Hole of Nothingness spread across infinity—hungry, endless, absolute.
Closing
The final image:
Leo standing, bloodied, emerald eyes narrowed.
Evil Leonidas floating above, incomplete but monstrous.
Yahweh, now faceless, shapeless, a void-god, whispering promises of despair.
And then—
"To Be Continued."