"They've got people who can make entire universes. Not just mess with a world's rules—but build whole new dimensions from scratch, set the laws, control fate like it's a playbook." Camila's voice was grim.
"If we're gonna go to war with them, we can't do it alone."
Amelia's fingers twitched. "And the Sun Clan? They can actually help us?"
Camila nodded. "They're one of the last great celestial bloodlines. Been off the radar for centuries, hiding out on some distant planet. But one of them has something we need."
She looked straight at Satoshi.
"The Eyes of Pride."
Satoshi raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of them."
Camila smirked. "Yeah, no one talks about them. Out of fear."
Amelia leaned in a bit. "Okay, but what do they do?"
Camila turned, her voice serious. "They're basically the closest thing to absolute will you'll ever see. The person with the Eyes of Pride? Can't be controlled. Can't be dominated. Can't be bound by anything—not fate, not gods, not the universe itself."
She let that settle.
"The stronger their pride, the more untouchable they get."
Satoshi gave a low whistle. "Sounds like someone I'd get along with."
Camila's expression darkened. "That's the problem."
Satoshi blinked. "…What do you mean?"
She crossed her arms. "He's not the type to join a team. Doesn't answer to anyone—not kings, not gods, not clans. He does his own thing."
Satoshi's grin returned. "So we challenge him. Got it."
Camila looked at him flatly. "You don't 'ask' someone with the Eyes of Pride. You fight them."
Satoshi lit up. "Even better."
Camila's smirk faded.
"There's more."
Amelia frowned. "What is it?"
Camila glanced between them. Her tone was heavy.
"You saw what Miguel could do, right? How he could just… make powers appear out of nowhere."
Satoshi's jaw clenched. "Yeah."
"Well, there are others in the Dark Clans who make him look like a toddler playing pretend."
Even the air seemed to hold its breath.
"Some don't just bend reality. They don't just rewrite laws."
She paused.
"They create universes."
Silence.
Amelia's voice was barely a whisper. "…How?"
"Nobody really knows," Camila said. "The top ones in the Dark Clans don't follow logic. They just… make things real. Like an artist painting a world."
She looked at Satoshi.
"They don't follow rules. They write them."
Satoshi didn't smile this time.
Miguel had been terrifying. But this was… something else. Something bigger.
Camila nodded slightly. "When we go after them, we're not just fighting warriors."
She glanced at Amelia.
"We're fighting gods."
Satoshi exhaled, cracking his neck. "So let me get this straight."
He held up one finger. "We gotta travel to another planet."
Another. "To find some guy with a cosmic ego who might try to kill us before saying hi."
And a third. "And assuming that goes well, we're still going up against universe-building freaks."
He looked at Camila.
Then grinned.
"Sounds like fun."
Camila groaned. "You're insane."
Amelia smirked. "We all are."
Satoshi stretched. "So. How do we get there?"
Camila pulled out a small device from her coat and clicked it open. Runes lit up, glowing like a heartbeat.
A portal burst to life—swirling gold, endless stars beyond it.
She turned.
"Same way we always do."
Satoshi rolled his shoulders. Amelia took a deep breath.
And together, they stepped through.
Beyond the stars: the Sun Clan.
Beyond the Sun Clan: the Dark Clans.
Beyond that?
War.
The kind the universe had never seen.
And at the center of it all?
Satoshi, Amelia, and Camila.
Because of course they were.
Fate didn't matter.
Reality was just another game waiting to be rewritten.
And honestly?
It wouldn't be fun any other way.
In the deepest corners of reality—like, beyond time, space, and anything that even resembles normal—two beings were watching.
They weren't gods. Gods were too small for this.
They weren't kings either. Kings bowed to them.
These two? They were something else.
And right now, they were talking about a human.
One sat on a throne made of stars that didn't move. Literally didn't move. The guy hadn't shifted in eons. He was the King of Sloth. Vast, formless, and heavy with the kind of chill that only comes from seeing everything and still not giving a damn.
The other stood beneath skies that burned forever, rage pouring off him in waves. The King of Wrath. He was basically a nuclear meltdown in humanoid form. Constantly pissed. Constantly ready to break something.
They hadn't spoken in ages.
Until now.
Because they were both watching the same person.
Satoshi.
Wrath's voice was thunder and earthquakes smashed together. "He should be dead."
Sloth sighed. It was long. Like a cosmic yawn. "And yet, here we are."
They stared into the void, where flickers of Satoshi's life—his past, present, possible futures—danced like glitched-out stars.
A fighter. A joke. A danger. A god-slayer. A lunatic.
And now… someone holding not one, but two Eyes of Sin.
Wrath's gaze narrowed, flames flaring up. "Do you know how many tried?"
Sloth chuckled. Reality rippled. "All of them."
Wrath clenched a fist. Realms cracked.
"They all broke."
Because that's what the Eyes did. They weren't cool gifts from fate. They were curses. They twisted you. Mind, body, soul—all of it bent until something snapped.
One Eye was a gamble.
Two was suicide.
But Satoshi?
Satoshi laughed in the face of all of it. Like it was just another weird Tuesday.
Wrath's anger built. "No one's ever done this. Not once."
Sloth's eyes blinked, slow and thoughtful. "Only one held more than one before…"
They both paused.
The King of Sin.
The one above even them. Gone now. But not forgotten.
Satoshi's name wasn't the same—but the echoes were there.
A human that shouldn't exist.
A guy who should've been erased the second he took a second Eye.
Now walking the same path as the original monster.
Wrath exhaled, breath molten. "You think he'll go for a third?"
Sloth finally moved. Just a little. A shift like the tilt of a planet.
"If he does…" he muttered, smiling faintly. "I really wanna see what happens."
Wrath's flames didn't rage this time.
They flickered.
Not in anger.
In curiosity.
Because both of them felt something strange now.
Excitement.
Satoshi wasn't just some guy anymore.
He was something new.
And for the first time ever, the Kings of Sin weren't ruling.
They were watching.
Waiting.
Wondering.
What would he do next?
The portal closed behind them with a hum.
Stars stretched out forever in every direction, and the air inside the old Celestial Docking Station buzzed with leftover magic and dust from a time that had long passed.
Satoshi, Camila, and Amelia stood in the middle of it, surrounded by silence and rusted tech.
Camila broke it.
"Alright," she said, arms crossed. "You've had the Eyes of Sloth for a while now. What's the price? What did you get?"
Satoshi leaned against a railing, lazily stretching like he'd just woken from a nap.
"You mean powers?"
Camila nodded.
Amelia stayed quiet, watching.
Satoshi exhaled.
A faint blue glow pulsed in his eyes.
First Stage: The Same Beginning
"Stage one? Pretty standard. Same deal as Wrath. My body got stronger, faster. Time felt slower. Reactions went up."
Camila nodded. "All Eyes of Sin start that way."
"Yeah, but here's the twist," Satoshi said. "My body doesn't waste energy anymore. Every movement, every breath—it's calculated. Like, perfectly efficient."
He looked at her, smirking.
"I fight without effort."
Camila frowned. "Without trying?"
"No," he said. "Without wasting."
Camila blinked.
She'd seen it. The way he barely moved in battle, like everything was just casually happening around him. But it wasn't laziness.
It was Sloth.
Second Stage: The Power of the Abyss
Satoshi held up a hand.
Shadows curled out of it. Not normal shadows—these writhed like they were alive, whispering, stretching, changing.
"Stage two gave me darkness manipulation," he said. "Not just shadows. I mean, real darkness."
He waved his hand. The shadows twisted into a blade, then mist, then floating symbols.
"I can see through it. Move through it. Create it. Spy with it. Shape it."
The shadows fanned out behind him, crawling up the walls like liquid night.
"They act even when I don't," he added. "I don't have to move. They'll fight for me."
Camila watched, jaw tight. "That's… convenient."
"Efficient," he corrected. "It's all about not wasting anything."
Third Stage: The Madness of a God
Satoshi's expression shifted.
He looked down at his hand. The room grew still.
"Stage three… changes things."
His eyes burned a brighter blue. The floor trembled.
Camila's instincts screamed. Amelia went completely still.
They'd felt divine power before.
This wasn't that.
"Fun Reality Manipulation," he said, voice low.
The stars outside flickered.
And suddenly, they were all sitting around a table.
Tea set. Napkins. No warning.
Satoshi spun lazily in his chair. "I can bend reality. Change stuff. But only if it's entertaining."
He waved at Camila.
Her hair tripled in length.
Another wave—gone.
A snap—back to normal.
"I can rewind things. Skip them. Edit outcomes. But the trigger has to be 'fun.'"
Camila let out a shaky breath. "That's horrifying."
Satoshi smiled. "I know."
Amelia leaned forward. "…You said that wasn't it."
Satoshi's smile faded.
His hand trembled slightly.
"Yeah. There's one more."
Totality Destruction
The station shook.
Everything went quiet.
And then—
Nothing.
No light. No air. No time. No thought. Just pure absence.
And then—
Reality snapped back.
Satoshi looked tired.
"Totality Destruction," he said. "If I really wanted to… I could erase everything. Not just a planet. Everything. The void. The laws that define reality. Even the idea of existing."
Camila's face was pale.
Amelia didn't blink.
It wasn't power.
It was negation.
The absence of everything.
Primordial Chaos
Camila asked, voice quiet: "And the last one?"
Satoshi looked up.
"Primordial Chaos Manipulation."
The air twisted around him.
And even the universe seemed to shiver.
The fire crackled in the middle of the station, giving off just enough light to cast shadows on the rusted walls.
Satoshi sat near the edge of the broken platform, watching Amelia. His Eyes of Sloth were low, dim. But focused.
Camila was nearby, leaning against a half-buried pillar, sharpening her blade. Quiet. But listening.
Satoshi finally asked the question he'd been carrying for a while.
"Amelia. Why are you fighting the Dark Clans?"
Amelia looked up.
There was a beat of silence.
Then she smiled—but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of smile that said something was broken and stayed that way.
"You sure you wanna know?"
Satoshi didn't blink. "Yeah."
Camila glanced up but didn't say anything. She already had a guess.
Amelia? She'd never told the full story.
Until now.
"I was six when the Dark Clans killed my parents."
Amelia said it flat. No drama. Just fact.
"I barely remember them. Little stuff. My mom humming when she cooked. The smell of my dad's coat when he hugged me."
She stared at the fire.
"And then they were just… gone."
A soft exhale.
"They didn't kill me though. They took me."
Satoshi's jaw clenched.
Camila's hand tightened around her blade.
"There were a lot of us. Dozens of kids. They brought us to this place—a lab."
She paused. Swallowed something heavy.
"They were looking for a vessel. For the Eyes of Lust."
Satoshi's face darkened.
"You know how it works. The Eyes either choose someone… or someone tries to force them."
Camila's eyes closed. She knew where this was going.
Amelia chuckled, but it was hollow. "Some kids died. Others broke. The ones who lived… they were used."
Her violet eyes burned.
"We were forced to watch. To listen."
She leaned back against the metal wall.
"Some did what they were told. Some fought back. The fighters didn't last long."
A memory flashed behind her eyes.
Sweat. Blood. Screams. The wrong kind of touch.
She clenched her fists.
"I was eleven when one of them tried."
Camila froze.
Satoshi didn't move.
Amelia tilted her head slightly.
"I killed him."
Silence.
"I don't even remember how. One second he was there. Next, his throat was open. Blood everywhere."
Her fingers flexed like she could still feel it.
"And then..."
She smiled.
"The Eyes woke up."
"I felt it the second they activated."
She leaned forward, violet gaze glowing.
"It wasn't just rage. It wasn't hate. It was joy."
A breath.
"It felt good."
Satoshi didn't interrupt.
"Like, deep down, something had been waiting for that moment. And when it came… it was the best thing I'd ever felt."
She looked at them.
"You ever feel that? Pure satisfaction? Like the world finally made sense for once?"
They didn't answer.
She didn't need them to.
"Once the Eyes awakened, I knew what to do."
Her voice went cold.
"I killed them. All of them."
The scientists.
The guards.
The ones who hurt her.
The ones who watched.
The ones who stayed silent.
"And I didn't just kill them. I broke them. Played with their minds. Twisted their feelings until they begged to die."
Camila whispered, "And then?"
Amelia's grin was sharp.
"Then I walked out. Didn't even look back."
The fire popped.
Satoshi exhaled, scratching his neck.
"So you're not after revenge. You already got it."
She nodded.
"Then why keep fighting?"
Amelia's eyes narrowed.
"Because they're not done. The Dark Clans still want a vessel for the Eyes of Lust. And now that I'm out, and strong… they're gonna come for me."
She looked at him.
"And if not me—someone else."
Satoshi let that sit.
Camila fought for belief.
Satoshi fought for family… and chaos.
But Amelia?
She fought because she'd already lived hell.
And she wasn't about to let anyone else go through it.
She leaned in, smirking.
"So, Satoshi. Did I pass your test?"
Satoshi stared at her.
Then grinned.
And his flames came roaring back.
"Yeah. You did."