Eons ago, light-years away, there was a time when the two worlds existed in complete isolation. While the universe maintained its own delicate balance, on the opposite side existed Deugon, the sovereign of the Dark Dimension.
Legends among the gods whispered of Deugon's true form: some claimed he was a dragon of celestial proportions, as vast as the universe itself. Others, however, believed that Deugon was not a mere being, but the Dark Dimension itself—a living, sentient void.
The chronicle began with a Creator who forged the entire creation. Within the shadows of the Dark Dimensions, the Deugon race thrived.
They were indifferent to the mortal realm, bound by a sacred decree:
No demon shall breach the human world without just cause.
But even a cosmic entity has shadows. Deugon's most trusted servant, Meal Groth, wore a mask of unwavering loyalty. Beneath that facade, however, burned an insatiable hunger—a desire to butcher the gods and reign supreme over the Multiverse.
When Deugon vanished into the void, Meal Groth unleashed his malice. The slaughter of the gods was so absolute that the very foundations of the Multiverse began to fracture, tipping the scales into chaos.
There is only one creator of the entire creation who created a God in the form of his children to maintain the balance of the creation.
In the beginning, there was Matrix—the Absolute Creator, the architect of every soul and every star. Using the raw essence of Time, the vastness of Space, and the fundamental Laws of Reality, he crafted a masterpiece.
But this creation was different. It wasn't a god, nor a demon. It was a small, fragile-looking warrior who remained in a deep, eternal slumber, unaware of the cosmic powers swirling around him.
Matrix gazed upon the child, his divine mind racing through infinite possibilities. He whispered to the silence of the void:
"What shall I call you, little one? You are forged from three primordial essences, each shining like the most precious jewels of creation's light."
Matrix fell into deep thought, the weight of his own lie hidden beneath his golden aura. Finally, a breath escaped his lips, and a name echoed through the Omniverse:
"Embrald…"
A celestial message from Matrix rippled through the fabric of the Omniverse. A meeting of the supreme deities was called—an event that hadn't occurred in eons. The summons reached the most powerful corners of existence:
The Omni-King of the Dark Dimension.
The Radiant Goddess of Angels, the most beautiful being in the Multiverse.
Ragnarok, the grim God of Death.
Deep within the Dark Dimension, Deugon read the message.
A sharp, mysterious smirk played on his lips.
"Oh... if Lord Matrix has summoned us, it must be something monumental,"
he whispered to the shadows. "I am surprised. He hasn't thought of us for an eternity.
Why call all the gods together now?"
Suddenly, a voice poked through his dark musings.
"Father, you're doing that creepy laugh again. I really think you need medical help,"
said Alax, his daughter, watching him with a judgmental look.
Deugon jumped slightly, his dark aura flickering in embarrassment. "A-Ah... Alax! It's... it's nothing. Lord Matrix has called for a meeting of all the gods today."
Alax's eyes lit up with excitement. "What?! A meeting? All the gods are coming? Father, I'm coming too!"
"Absolutely not, my child," Deugon stammered, regained his composure, and stood tall. "This is grave business. I cannot take you." Before she could argue, Deugon vanished into a swirl of dark mist. Alax stood there, fuming with rage, her temper boiling over as she stomped away.
The Threshold of Eternity
All the supreme deities stood before the Gate of Eternity—a massive, shimmering portal that separated the physical realms from the Creator's sanctuary. As the heavy, ancient gates slowly groaned open, the Goddess of Angels took the lead, her radiant wings casting a light that even the darkness couldn't swallow.
Ragnarok, the God of Death, stood slightly to the side of Deugon. He was restless, his aura reeking of decay and impatience.
Tell me quickly why we have been summoned here," Ragnarok growled under his breath, his eyes flickering with murderous intent. "Or I might just lose my patience and kill everyone in this room."
Deugon, hearing the threat, didn't even flinch. Instead, a mocking smile touched his lips as he turned to needle his rival.
Ohhh... such arrogance, Ragnarok. It's not a good look for you," Deugon whispered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Keep your mouth shut, or Lord Matrix might just turn you into a circus joker for his amusement."
The Presence of the Absolute
The Gods filed into the Hall of Eternity, their massive forms taking their seats in a silence so heavy it felt like lead. At the center of it all sat Matrix. He wasn't just sitting; he radiated an aura that made the very concept of time stand still. In his lap lay a small, incredibly cute baby—fast asleep, unaware that the most powerful beings in existence were staring at him
The silence was broken by Matrix's voice, calm yet echoing with the weight of a thousand worlds.
"Today is a day of profound significance. That is why I have summoned you all here."
Matrix's gaze shifted, landing directly on Ragnarok. The God of Death felt a chill run down his spine that he hadn't felt in millions of years.
"Ragnarok," Matrix said softly, his eyes piercing through the death god's soul. "I heard your voice echoing outside. Tell me... did I ruin your sleep by calling you here?"
The arrogance Ragnarok had displayed at the gate vanished instantly. He lowered his head, his voice trembling as he stuttered, "A-Ah... Oh, no, My Lord! Not at all. It is my greatest honor to be in your presence. I am forever at your service."
The Creator's Lie
After a long, tense silence, Deugon finally gathered the courage to speak. "My Lord... who is this child resting in your lap?"
Matrix looked down at the sleeping infant, a faint, mysterious smile on his face. "He is my son."
The words hit the hall like a cosmic shockwave. Every God stood frozen. Even Deugon, usually composed, felt his heart skip a beat. He was shaken to the core but kept his face like stone.
The Goddess of Angels gasped, her voice trembling. "Y-Your son? A direct descendant of the Creator?"
Ragnarok's jaw literally dropped. Internally, he was screaming: "What the hell? Where did this brat drop from all of a sudden?!"
Matrix continued, his voice cold and decisive. "And now, I have decided to entrust him to one of you."
Deugon's mind was racing with questions. A child? Now? If the Creator was fathering a son, the entire fabric of reality should have trembled. How could this happen so silently? Something is not right...
But the Goddess of Angels, overcome by maternal instinct and the child's sheer cuteness, stepped forward. "My Lord... he is so beautiful. May I... may I hold him?"
Matrix nodded slowly. She gently took the baby into her arms. At that moment, a profound, eerie silence washed over the entire hall. It was as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
The Awakening of the Glitch
Suddenly, the Goddess of Angels gasped, her voice echoing through the silent hall. "Lord Matrix... he is opening his eyes!"
The moment had finally arrived. After nearly twenty light-years of cosmic slumber, the child was returning to consciousness. Every deity in the Hall of Eternity leaned forward, their breaths hitched in anticipation. The very air grew thin, and for a fleeting second, it felt as if time itself was eroding, slipping away into a void.
The tiny eyelids flickered, then slowly—very slowly—they opened.
The Goddess of Angels looked into those eyes and whispered, her voice filled with pure adoration, "Oh... he is so beautiful…"
The Hidden Truth
While the other Gods watched in awe and the Goddess of Angels cooed at the infant, trying to talk to him in a soft, heavenly voice, a chilling realization struck Deugon and Ragnarok.
As their eyes met Emerald's, the room seemed to grow cold for them. They didn't see a child; they saw something that defied the laws of existence.
Deugon whispered to himself, his mind racing in shock.
"Ah... so that's what it is. But... how is this even possible? This isn't just life... it's something else entirely."
Ragnarok, for the first time, looked genuinely unsettled. He forced himself to stay calm, but his grip on his throne tightened.
"I can't believe it," he thought, his eyes narrowing. "Lord Matrix... how could you speak such a massive lie? What have you truly brought into this world?"
The Silent Covenant
Matrix exhaled a long, heavy sigh that seemed to vibrate through the very pillars of eternity. He didn't offer a long explanation or a royal decree. Instead, he simply turned his gaze toward Deugon and gave a slow, deliberate nod—a silent transfer of a cosmic burden.
"Deugon..." The name hung in the air like a final judgment. Deugon knew there was no room for refusal. Even though his mind was screaming with the truth of what Emerald really was, he masked his face in perfect deception.
He acted as though he was still the loyal, unsuspecting servant.
He bowed his head low, a gesture of absolute submission, and spoke with a voice that sounded genuinely honored.
"I am beyond fortunate, My Lord. By your divine grace, I have gained a son... and my daughter, Alax, has gained a brother."
As Deugon looked up, a unique, unreadable smile spread across his face—a smile that hid a thousand secrets.
As Deugon stepped through the rift back to the Dark Dimension, clutching the 'Glitch' in his arms, the golden light of the Hall of Eternity faded behind him. A new era had begun—not of balance, but of a silent, creeping nothingness."
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