In a world where nothing lasts… even gods crave something to die for.
No one knew where he came from. No one dared ask.
He called himself the Entertainer — a being not born of heaven or hell, but of something far older… an echo of chaos dressed in charm.
He smiled as cities burned. He laughed while nations crumbled.
And above it all, they watched — those Supreme Celestials who lingered beyond space and time.
To them, he was the favourite: a performer, gifted with godlike power, tasked with amusing eternity through destruction.
He offered a gift.
A chance to rise.
A chance to rule.
A chance to become more than human.
The serum he carried was no myth. It shimmered with divinity, pulsed with madness.
They called it Godvenom.
Three strains.
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
Only a few survived.
Even fewer remained… human.
The world watched as cities turned into warzones, as mortals played gods and tore through reality.
Chaos reigned. Order collapsed. People begged for salvation, but there was none to give.
Because every performance must end.
And the Entertainer, with his crooked grin and hollow eyes, whispered the truth they refused to believe:
"For the heart of man is desperately wicked above all things — driven by pride, fed by greed. The very elements that makes him high and mighty will be the ones to make him fall"
*****
Darkness.
A low hum echoes. Then, a voice — smooth, cosmic, dripping with ceremony — fills the void.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
"Celestial beings of the multiverse…
bow your heads, hold your breath, and behold…
the favourite of eternity, the harbinger of delight and despair,
the one and only—
The Entertainer!"
Spotlights burst open.
A figure steps onto an invisible stage suspended over a ruined world.
He tips his hat, smiling wide. His vest is spotless black; his eyes, molten brown and gleaming with madness.
THE ENTERTAINER
"They asked for power…
and the gods answered with madness."
He takes a slow step forward, voice rich with mockery.
"They begged for a saviour…
and the universe responded with chaos."
He spreads his arms, addressing an unseen audience.
"In the end, they wondered — at what cost?"
A pause. His smile widens.
"Ah… alas.
Man decided to play god. Now they ask… will the madness ever end?"
He bows slightly, tipping his hat again.
"And in the end…"
He leans close to the mic that isn't there, whispering with a grin:
"The true god is the one they applaud."
A flick of his fingers. The sky fractures like glass.
"Now then…"
He straightens, voice booming through the cosmos:
"Let the show begin."
The lights explode. The world screams to life — cities burning, soldiers shouting, chaos unfolding beneath the stage.
The Entertainer laughs softly, turning his hat in his hands.
The stage has been set for a new play to begin.