For centuries, the heavens trembled in quiet anticipation. The Five Realms stood at uneasy peace but every being, mortal or divine, could feel it.
The balance was faltering. The air itself had grown sharp with tension, as though the stars were holding their breath.
Whispers of rebellion spread like dust through the cosmos: Enfer, the Dark God, had defied the Heavenly Principles.
Some dismissed it as rumor.
Others sharpened their blades.
The Great One had said nothing.
And silence, in Heaven, was the most dreadful omen of all.
The deities prepared not for war, but for the possibility of it.
Aeter strengthened the barriers between realms.
Lux wove celestial wards to shield the mortal planes.
Milleth trained armies of beasts and warriors in the mountains of light.
Amina prayed day and night beneath the Tree of Life, begging the Great One for mercy on her brother's soul.
But mercy, it seemed, had already fled.
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It began without warning.
The stars of the eastern sky dimmed. One by one, their light vanished, consumed by a spreading shadow.
At first, the gods thought it was a cosmic eclipse.
Then they heard it, the scream of the Realms themselves, a wail of space and matter tearing apart.
A black flame erupted from the Dark Realm, spiraling upward through the void like a serpent of smoke and agony. The flame coiled around the Heavens, blotting out every trace of light.
From the heart of that storm, Enfer emerged.
His form had changed.
The once serene god of darkness was now a being of distortion and wrath. His divine armor was cracked, leaking light like bleeding veins. His eyes glowed red with something beyond fury. Conviction.
"Heaven's light has blinded you all," he declared, his voice echoing through the five realms. "But I have seen beyond the veil! The Great One is not our creator. He is our captor!"
The skies shuddered at his words.
"For eons, we worshipped Him, obeyed Him, feared Him but what has He given us? Chains! Endless servitude masked as harmony!"
Behind him, from the abyssal rift, emerged his weapon, the thing he had forged in secret, the creation born from his madness.
A colossal, living engine of shadow, part divine, part abomination, pulsing with souls bound in agony. Its roar shook the foundation of the Realms.
"Behold," Enfer whispered, "the Eclipsera. The firstborn of freedom."
And with that, the War began.
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The Dark Flame reached the Heavenly Palace before any could react. Enfer's shadows devoured the silver halls, twisting light into screaming blackness. The sound of divine steel clashing with pure shadow filled the void.
Lux soared through the burning skies, her wings of light piercing the darkness. "Enfer! Stop this madness!" she cried, her voice trembling with both rage and sorrow.
"Madness?" Enfer laughed. "If seeking truth is madness, then may every god go mad!"
Lux's tears fell like sparks as her light clashed against his darkness. Each blow tore holes through the clouds of Heaven, raining shards of starlight upon the mortal worlds below.
Milleth charged into the fray, his roar shaking the ground. "Brother, enough!"
He struck, his hammer blazing with celestial flame only for Enfer to catch it with his bare hand.
The flame died instantly.
"You think strength can bind me, Milleth? You think muscle can cage the void?"
A wave of shadow burst forth, throwing Milleth across the battlefield. The mountains of Heaven cracked under the impact.
Amina appeared next, her aura of life flaring bright against the suffocating dark. She reached for him not with power, but with love.
"Please, Enfer," she whispered. "Don't do this. You are not beyond redemption."
For a moment, the shadows hesitated.
For a moment, his hand trembled.
Then the voice returned, the whisper of the Forgotten One, echoing in his mind.
"She pities you. She lies."
Enfer's expression twisted into agony and rage. "LIES!" he screamed, striking with such force that even Amina's light shattered.
Her body fell from the skies, fading into radiance before it touched the ground.
The heavens went silent.
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In the heart of the storm, the Great One finally spoke.
"Enfer."
The single word carried across eternity, calm and absolute. All fighting ceased. Even Enfer's monstrous creation paused its wrath, trembling before that voice.
The Great One descended from the Throne of Infinity, light cascading around Him neither male nor female, neither form nor void, yet the essence of both.
"You have defied the order I gave. You have slain your kin. You have torn the fabric of creation itself."
Enfer trembled, his face twisting between hatred and despair. "You made me this way!"
"No," said the Great One. "I gave you will. What you did with it was your own choice."
Enfer screamed, a raw, shattering sound that cracked the sky.
"Then I choose FREEDOM!"
He hurled the Eclipsera toward the Great One, its core burning with stolen souls. The impact shook all Five Realms. Galaxies flickered. The barrier between life and death shattered.
When the dust cleared, the Great One still stood. But His light had dimmed.
And His voice, when it came again, was colder than the void.
"So be it."
"By the decree of Heaven, I hereby order the Extermination of Enfer and all that bears his name."
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The siblings froze. Lux fell to her knees, shaking her head. "No… no, please, Master, don't…"
Aeter gripped his sword, trembling. "Must we truly destroy our own brother?"
"You swore obedience," the Great One said. "Now fulfill it."
Milleth raised his weapon, tears falling silently. "Forgive me, Enfer."
Enfer's laughter broke through the silence, jagged, broken, echoing like a thousand voices. "Yes… that's it! Slay me, and prove your devotion! Become His perfect slaves!"
He raised his arms wide, shadows bursting from his back like wings. The Eclipsera roared, spreading destruction through the skies.
The deities charged.
Heaven burned.
And at the heart of it all, Enfer stood smiling, eyes wide with madness, tears of black flame streaming down his face.
"At last," he whispered, as light and darkness collided, "the gods bleed."
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When the Great One lifted His hand for the final strike, the heavens trembled. A spear of pure divinity formed in His grasp, the light that ends all.
"Do it," Enfer hissed. "End your mistake."
But in that moment, the siblings hesitated.
Aeter's blade faltered.
Lux's light dimmed.
Milleth lowered his hammer, unable to strike.
For a heartbeat, Enfer saw it, the love that still lingered in their eyes.
And he laughed one last time.
"Too late."
The Eclipsera detonated, releasing a storm of darkness that devoured everything in its path.
The heavens split apart.
Stars fell like tears.
The Great One's light blazed brighter than ever before, and the world turned white.
When the light faded, silence reigned.
No songs of angels.
No echoes of war.
Only ash, drifting where the Dark Realm once was.
And the Great One stood alone in the ruins of Heaven, His expression unreadable.
The gods had won.
But the heavens had never felt emptier.