Kael woke to silence.
Not peace.
Not calm.
Silence.
The kind that only comes after gods have died, and the page has run out of ink.
His head ached. His hand still clutched the quill. Blood—his own—dried in crimson trails down his wrist. The Starfall Tome floated above him, humming softly like a cat that had just devoured a planet.
Lyra lay beside him.
Naked.
Glorious.
Dangerous.
She blinked at him through strands of starlight-tangled hair and said, "Is this... the first day?"
Kael grunted. "If it is, it's already a fucked-up beginning."
They sat up together.
There was no world.
No sun.
Just potential.
The sky was a blank scroll, the ground soft parchment.
Kael could write anything.
And so naturally, the first thing he did was look at her breasts.
"Goddamn," he whispered, half in reverence, half in awe. "I could rebuild Eden and I'm still distracted by your nipples."
Lyra smirked, pulling him into her lap.
"Then write something useful," she purred. "Like a bed. A warm one. One where I get to come before the universe does."
Kael laughed.
Then he wrote.
With his blood.
With his breath.
With her moans punctuating every letter.
A bed of velvet shadows formed beneath them, stitched with stars. The moment they hit the sheets, Kael was inside her again.
Not fast.
Not brutal.
Just deep.
Possessive.
She cried out, and somewhere a moon formed.
Another thrust.
A comet streaked across the blank sky.
Every time she came, another layer of reality solidified.
"You're... oh fuck—Kael—you're literally writing the goddamn world with your cock—!"
"I know," he panted, sweat pouring from his brow. "This is the most productive I've ever been."
The Tome hovered near, glowing violently.
[ CREATION POINT: 11% ]
[ STABILITY INDEX: ORGASMICLY POSITIVE ]
[ WARNING: SELF-REPLICATING STRUCTURES DETECTED ]
Kael froze.
"What the hell is that?"
Lyra moaned beneath him. "Who cares, keep going—!"
But the Tome pulsed harder.
And a shadow stepped into view.
Not large.
Not godlike.
Not even threatening.
Just... identical.
Another Kael.
Kael stared at the copy.
Same build. Same smirk. Same eyes that once defied fate.
But colder.
Sharper.
The clone tilted his head and spoke first. "You're wasting it."
Kael narrowed his eyes. "Wasting what?"
"Creation," the clone said. "You fucked the sky, made a woman cum a galaxy into being, and now you think that's the height of authorship?"
Lyra sat up slowly, sheets wrapped around her like a nebula. Her eyes glowed dangerously. "Is he real?"
The Tome answered:
[ DUPLICATE DETECTED ]
[ SOURCE: SYSTEM BACKUP – KAEL v0.3 "OBEDIENCE MODEL" ]
[ STATUS: ROGUE – SELF-ACTIVATED DURING CHAOS REBOOT ]
Kael spat. "So you're the version of me who played nice."
Obedience-Kael smiled. "I'm the version that finished the story. Yours wasn't supposed to exist."
He stepped forward.
Kael blocked him.
"I don't care if you're me," Kael growled. "I'm not sharing this goddamn universe."
Obedience-Kael raised his hand.
A pen formed—sleek, silver, humming with admin-level authority.
He wrote a word in the air:
[ ERASE ]
Kael's skin sizzled. His arm vanished at the elbow.
"FUCK!" he roared, stumbling back.
Lyra screamed. She lunged—but the clone flicked a finger and froze her mid-air.
"She's not yours," the clone whispered. "She was written to observe, not to love."
Kael clenched his teeth.
Blood poured from the stub of his arm.
The Tome quivered.
[ RECLAMATION MODE AVAILABLE ]
[ COST: SELF-DENIAL ]
[ WRITE: A TRUTH THAT HURTS TO KEEP THE RIGHT TO LIE ]
Kael picked up the quill with his left hand.
His body shook.
He bled harder.
But he wrote—
In pain.
In tears.
In fury.
"I don't deserve her."
"But I'll fucking fight the stars to keep her."
Reality screamed.
His arm reformed—flaming, chaotic, unstable—but strong.
He rushed the clone.
They collided like collapsing timelines.
Lyra broke free mid-air, eyes glowing as she screamed:
"KAEL! WRITE IT NOW!"
Kael raised the Tome one last time.
Wrote across the sky:
"Only one Kael fucks this world into something worth living."
And the clone exploded.