I was bored.
Utterly, painfully bored.
I lay back with a blank expression, staring at the sky as if it had personally offended me. At this point, I'd reached the peak of existence—so high that I'd forgotten how many years had passed since I last bothered counting. Aging? That was a concept I'd long outgrown.
I had seized the heavens, claimed the underworld, and stepped beyond both as if they were nothing more than stepping stones. Power, knowledge, authority—I had taken them all. There was nothing left to conquer.
I'd taken in nine students over the centuries. Each of them went on to become a defining figure of this world, legends whispered in fear and awe. Heroes. Tyrants. Gods in all but name. I'd taught them everything worth teaching.
And that was the problem.
There was nothing left for me to learn.
With a tired sigh, I shifted slightly, my face still locked in that same lazy, uninterested look. The world continued to turn, full of chaos and ambition—but none of it reached me anymore.
"Seriously," I muttered to no one in particular,
"Is this all there is now?"
Lightning cracked across the sky, its roar sharp and sudden.
I lifted an eyebrow, finally interested.
A letter slipped through the air, untouched by wind or gravity, landing neatly in my hand. The paper shimmered faintly—divine script. Only one group still dared send me handwritten messages.
"Oh?" I muttered. "A letter?"
I unfolded it slowly, my expression still lazy.
From one of my executives, I realized.
I cleared my throat and read aloud, half out of habit.
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Pardon my intrusion, Divine Being Kael.
I write to inform you that I am to be wed this coming Saturday.
It would be my greatest honor if you would attend the ceremony.
Your servant,
Viriance.
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For a moment, the heavens were silent.
"…Married," I repeated.
One of my executives—beings who commanded armies and reshaped continents—was getting married.
A strange feeling stirred in my chest. Not confusion. Not annoyance.
Interest.
I leaned forward slightly, the boredom that had plagued me for ages finally cracking.
"Huh," I said softly, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
"So that's how you choose to spend eternity now."
Lightning rumbled again, but this time, it felt almost… amused.
"Looks like I'll be attending a wedding."
I stood from my throne, stretching lazily, and then it hit me—wait. This was formal, wasn't it?
Panic bubbled up.
I… didn't have any formal clothes. None. Every robe, every garment I owned was loose, comfortable, utterly unbothered by "fashion" or "etiquette." I had never once thought about clothes. Never.
I pressed a hand to my face, fake crying for dramatic effect. "Oh no… how could I attend a wedding like this?"
Then, after a moment of self-pity, I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"…Nevermind. They already know how I dress."
After all, I was Kael. Divine, overpowered, above mortal concerns… and apparently, above fashion too.
I brushed imaginary dust from my robes, adjusted my slightly crooked crown, and muttered,
I strode down the grand hallway of my castle, each step echoing against the marble walls. Halfway through, one of the guards hurried forward, bowing deeply.
"O great ruler," he said, voice trembling slightly, "please allow us to accompany you."
I waved a hand lazily. "No thanks. I'll go alone. It'll be just fine."
The guard froze for a moment but wisely decided not to argue.
I continued walking, and then it hit me. Wait… I thought to myself, brow furrowing. I haven't set foot outside for… a millennia.
The thought made my head spin.
How have mortals progressed?
Had cities grown taller? Had weapons evolved? Had fashion… somehow… become more ridiculous than ever?
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "This should be… interesting."
Even as a divine being who had conquered heavens and underworlds, the thought of stepping into the mortal world again sparked a tiny flicker of… curiosity.
"Wait… how am I supposed to get to the venue?" I murmured to myself, fly quickly through Continents.
By the time I reached the city, I was already running late. The humble town stretched before me, quiet and simple. At its center stood the modest church, its wooden doors warm and inviting.
I arrived at the gate and paused, peering inside. The pews were already filled. The soft murmur of voices, the faint scent of candles, the gentle sunlight streaming through stained glass—it was all there.
I straightened my posture and took a deep breath, trying not to draw attention to myself. Everyone's already inside…
With careful steps, I approached the door, offering a small, respectful bow as I entered. "Excuse me," I whispered softly.
No grand entrances. No flashy displays. Just the quiet presence of people celebrating. It was… humbling, in its own way.
I found an empty spot near the back and settled there, letting the ceremony continue around me.