"Even divinity can't silence a sister's heart."
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When Mary opened her eyes again, she was no longer the frightened little girl who died clutching her brother's memory.
She was light — divine, blinding, and alive.
The One True God's voice still echoed faintly through her being:
"You shall bear the name Aion's Fragment — the Voice of Creation."
And just like that, she was.
A goddess.
When she looked down, there were worlds — seas of stars spiraling endlessly beneath her. She could feel them breathe.
"Okay…" she muttered, blinking in awe. "This is way cooler than I imagined."
And from that moment, Mary Yamamoto — the girl who once tripped over her own shoes running late for school — began her cosmic adventure.
✦ The Heavens of Creation
The first place she wandered into was Heaven — the realm of the Gods of Creation.
Picture marble cities floating on oceans of golden light, crystal towers stretching through nebulae, choirs of angels so bright they could blind the sun.
Mary, of course, showed up barefoot, wearing her mortal clothes, gaping at everything like a tourist.
An angel guard stopped her almost immediately.
"Mortal soul, state your—wait… what are you?"
Mary tilted her head, beaming. "I think I'm a god now!"
The angel's halo flickered. "You think?"
"Mhm! The Big Guy upstairs said so. Do you, like, have a brochure or something?"
And just like that, the heavens got their first headache in eons.
While exploring, Mary stumbled into the Garden of Stars — a realm-sized sanctuary tended by another God of Creation, Elyndra, the Garden Architect.
Elyndra had hair like rivers of sunlight and eyes that changed with the constellations. She was ancient, patient, and serious.
Mary was none of those things.
"So you made all these?" Mary asked, poking at a starfruit that shone like a miniature sun.
"Yes," Elyndra said softly. "Each represents a soul I once guided into peace."
"Neat!" Mary grinned. "Mine's glowing brighter than yours."
Elyndra looked scandalized. "It's—what?"
Mary held the fruit up. It was glowing brighter. Somehow.
"That's not possible," Elyndra said.
"Guess I just have good lighting."
Elyndra sighed. And for the first time in a thousand years, she laughed.
Mary made friends everywhere — angels, creators, even divine beasts.
Everywhere she went, she left a trail of glittering chaos.
Once, she joined the Archangel Choir mid-song and accidentally harmonized too powerfully — half of Heaven fell into a spontaneous musical fever that lasted three weeks.
Another time, she tried to help a fledgling creator god "fix" his universe by adding "a little spice."
That "spice" became an unstable supernova that created an entire galaxy.
"Oops…" she whispered. "Don't tell God."
Eventually, her curiosity turned toward the one place no God of Creation had ever gone:
The Outer Abyss — realm of destruction, chaos, and silence.
The Attendant warned her:
"No being of creation has ever survived there."
Mary smiled. "Guess I'll be the first."
And she was.
The Abyss was breathtaking — a sea of black fire, inverted stars, and singing voids.
And the beings there were terrifying — Gods of Destruction, colossal and cruel, beings who could erase galaxies with a sigh.
Mary? She waved.
"Hi! I'm Mary! I brought snacks!"
The Abyss blinked. Literally.
✦ The Lords of the End
That's how she met Kha'rath, the Void Serpent, and Izel, the Queen of Decay.
At first, they tried to destroy her. Naturally.
Kha'rath roared,
"No light endures in my dominion!"
Mary shot back,
"Oh yeah? Bet you've never had cookies!"
And in the strangest diplomatic victory in cosmic history — she tamed them both.
For centuries, Mary visited them, learning the delicate art of balance — that creation and destruction were never enemies, only halves of one truth.
She learned to sing in void-speak.
She learned to dance on collapsing stars.
She learned how to laugh with monsters.
And for the first time since becoming divine, she felt free.
After ages of adventures, Mary finally returned home — to her temple of clouds, floating between realms.
But it wasn't the same.
It was quiet now. Peaceful. Too peaceful.
The laughter of angels, the roaring of the Abyss, the warmth of creation — all faded into memory.
She stood alone on her marble balcony, gazing into the world below — the Mortal Layer.
A thousand stars reflected in her golden eyes.
"Onii-chan…" she whispered. "If only you were here to see it all."
So she began to visit the One True God regularly.
She was the only god in all existence who could step into His domain without dissolving — because she was part of Him.
A fragment of Him, shaped from his will.
At first, she was loud.
"Hey, Big Guy! How about that favor now?"
"Not yet."
Next time—
"Come on, pleeeease?!"
"Patience, child."
And later—
"…Please."
And He said nothing.
But every time she came, His Throne grew brighter.
For the first time in eternity, the One True God's endless silence had company.
✦ The Wish Heard Across Eternity
Then, one day, it happened.
A sound broke through the layers of reality — small, desperate, human.
"Another world… Please I want to go to another world…"
Mary's eyes widened. She knew that voice.
Her brother. Shun Yamamoto.
She fell to her knees in tears.
"Please, let me bring him here!"
The One True God's vast voice filled the chamber.
"Very well… but hear Me, child. If you grant him divinity, you will erase his humanity — the very thing that made him worthy of My notice."
Mary trembled. "…Then what can I do?"
"You may shape him as you see fit. But he must remain mortal in spirit."
✦ The Birth of Asura Satomi
Mary returned to her temple — and for days, she designed her brother's new existence.
She built his soul from fragments of creation and traces of destruction, each chosen with care.
"Let's see… a little angel blood for grace, demon blood for strength, a drop of god essence for spark—"
She paused.
"Ooh! Maybe some Aetherborn essence… Nah. Too dangerous, he'd explode."
She giggled, scribbling divine runes on her ethereal drafting table.
"Okay, wings like a Fallen Angel — check.
Golden eyes like divine flame — check.
Cute face — double check."
When it came to skills, she hesitated.
"What should I give him? Everything? Hmm… no, he'd break the world on day one."
Then, as she pondered, she heard something — faint, from beyond the veil.
"I want to be able to use every skill… from anime, cartoons, superheroes, villains—everything."
Her eyes widened — and she burst out laughing through divine tears.
"You haven't changed at all, Onii-chan…"
So she granted him a gift that even gods couldn't comprehend:
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The Skill of Remembered Worlds.
The power to bring fiction into reality — memory to muscle, dream to form.
"You'll make your own story this time," she whispered, etching his soul with love and light.
And with that, Asura Satomi was born.
✦ Epilogue — The Laugh Heard in Heaven
When she was done, Mary stood at her temple's edge, gazing into the Spiral below.
Her laughter echoed through Heaven and the Abyss alike.
The angels sighed.
The gods of destruction rolled their eyes.
Even It felt as if the One True God smiled — quietly.
"You did well, little one."
"He'll be amazing," she said softly. "He always was."
And for the first time since her death…
Mary Yamamoto — the Goddess of Creation, Fragment of Aion, Sister of the Reincarnated — finally rested, smiling through her tears.
"Go be the protagonist now."