Krelious and Sted
The chamber was silent save for the faint hum of distant cosmic energies—a sound only I, Krelious, High Head of the Cronoverse, could perceive. Then, footsteps. Deliberate, hesitant, yet drawing nearer. The resonance of her approach sent a pulse through the very fabric of my domain. The door creaked open, and there she stood—Sted, her form silhouetted against the dim glow of the hall's eternal torches.
"My High Head," she murmured, her voice a blend of reverence and wariness. "You sent for me."
I let my gaze linger, the weight of my desire pressing against my ribs like a star collapsing inward. "Yes," I replied, the word thick with unspoken hunger. "Come in. Shut the door."
For a breath, she hesitated—her fingers tightening around the doorframe—before obeying. The latch clicked shut, sealing us in the quietude of my sanctum. The air between us crackled with tension.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice low but resonant with authority. "Get on the bed."
Her eyes widened, confusion flickering across her features. "My Lord…?"
I did not repeat myself. Instead, I let my fury manifest. My foot struck the ground, and the Cronoverse trembled—a seismic ripple of my power. The very walls shuddered as if the cosmos itself recoiled.
"I am the Head of All Rulers, Sted," I growled, her name a whip-crack in the stillness. "The lawmaker and its destroyer. Now. Obey."
She stammered, her defiance crumbling beneath the weight of my will. With trembling hands, she disrobed, the fabric pooling at her feet like fallen petals. As she stepped toward the bed, I drank in the sight of her—the curve of her hips, the arc of her collarbone, the way the dim light gilded her skin. In that moment, something primal and unfamiliar stirred within me. Love? No—something fiercer. A need beyond lust.
And so, for nights beyond counting, we entwined, our bodies a collision of fire and shadow.
Sted
I thought I would die.
His power was a tempest, a force that threatened to unravel me at the seams. Each touch was a supernova, each thrust a cataclysm. "High Head," I gasped, my voice breaking, "you're… too much. I thought I had already perished."
Krelious laughed—a sound like thunder rolling across the void. "You're stronger than you realize, Sted." His fingers traced my jaw, possessive yet oddly tender. "But mark this: what transpires here remains a secret. Not a whisper to your chief. Not a breath to the stars themselves."
I nodded, my throat tight. "As you command, my Lord."
His expression darkened. "When we are alone, you will call me by my name."
I froze. To address him so familiarly—it was blasphemy. Yet the heat in his gaze brooked no argument. "Y-yes, my—Krelious." Shame scalded my cheeks. I was a fool, stumbling over the syllables of his name like a child.
He chuckled, amused by my discomfort. But then his tone shifted, grave as a dying star. "Listen closely. The child we've conceived—you will protect him. Raise him. When the time comes, he must be ready."
"Our child?" My voice wavered. "But why only me? Where will you—?"
"I may not live to see his ascension," he interrupted, his eyes distant. "A storm gathers, Sted. One that will consume the verses unless a new power rises to meet it. That is why I broke our laws. Why I chose you."
The weight of his words settled over me. This was no fleeting passion. It was a gambit—a desperate bid for survival.
"I understand," I whispered.
He smiled faintly. "Good. The Rulers' Conclave approaches. I'll see you there." A pause. "And Sted? Remember my name."
With that, he dismissed me. I fled his chambers, my mind reeling, my body still humming with the echoes of his touch.
The Domainverse: Zerich and Martha
The Domainverse was a riot of color and sin—a place where pleasure was currency and restraint was a myth. Zerich, a god who'd long since traded piety for hedonism, strode through its neon-lit streets, his entourage of sycophants trailing behind.
"Woohoo!" He flung his arms wide, inhaling the scent of spilled liquor and perfumed skin. "The bars, the drinks, the women—this place never disappoints!"
They hopped from tavern to tavern, each more decadent than the last. By the time they reached their final stop, Zerich's men were already half-drunk on lust and liquor. "Go on," he drawled, shooing them toward the dance floor. "I'll catch up."
His eyes landed on her—a waitress with a glare sharp enough to flay flesh. Her beauty was otherworldly, her aura a challenge. Zerich grinned. Finally, a conquest worth his time.
"Hey, beautiful," he purred, leaning against the bar. "How's your night?"
She didn't spare him a glance. "Busy. Order your drink and go find another race to fuck."
Zerich laughed, undeterred. "Feisty. I like that." He racked his brain. Damn it, what's her name?
As if reading his mind, she scoffed. "Martha."
"Martha," he repeated, savoring the syllables. "Of all the beauties I've had, you're the first to make me think of family."
Martha rolled her eyes. "Gods and men—you're all the same. Never satisfied."
Zerich pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "I'm not like the others. When I see you, I see… destiny."
She snorted. "Destiny? Try delusion."
He sighed, though his grin never faded. "You're the first to reject me. That just makes me want you more." Pushing off the bar, he winked. "I'll be back, Martha. And next time, you will say yes."
Martha watched him leave, shaking her head. "Hmph. Love?" She smirked. "More like lust wrapped in pretty lies."
But as Zerich vanished into the crowd, a flicker of unease passed through the Domainverse. Something was coming.
And neither of them knew how deeply their fates were already entwined.
The Celestial Conclave: A Gathering of Gods on Planet Xian.
The cosmos trembled with anticipation as the rulers of the Verses convened on Planet Xian, the sacred birthplace of divine beings—where gods, kings, and ancient deities first drew breath. The air hummed with an unspoken tension, a storm brewing beneath the veneer of celestial diplomacy.
The Assembly Begins
At the heart of the grand hall, Krelious, the Sovereign of Sovereigns, stood with an aura of quiet authority. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the vast chamber.
"All rulers, please be seated. Let us begin."
His gaze lingered on Sted, the silent observer, before shifting to the others. The factions—War, Creation, Appointment—took their places, their allegiances clear in the way they positioned themselves.
The Seeds of Rebellion
Nielan, the fiery chief of the War Faction, leaned forward, his voice a blade wrapped in silk.
"Listen well," he murmured to his followers. "Be ready at my command. The rebellion begins only when I say."
His warriors nodded, their eyes burning with anticipation.
Nearby, Zion, the ever-loyal voice of reason, turned to his own faction.
"This meeting may not end well. Be prepared for any outcome."
The Creation Faction affirmed his words, their loyalty unwavering.
Meanwhile, Tavis, the cunning strategist of the Appointment Faction, smirked.
"We stand with Nielan. If it comes to it, we strike Krelious down. Understood?"
His followers bowed in agreement.
The Absent One
All rulers were present—except Yoton, whose fate remained unknown. Some whispered he was dead, others claimed he was on a secret mission for Krelious, lost somewhere on Earth.
The Trumpet of Judgment
The Judge, a figure draped in robes of cosmic law, stepped forward.
"My King, my Lord, my High Head—all rulers are seated and await your word."
Krelious exhaled, his patience thinning.
"Let the Meeting of Rulers begin."
A thunderous trumpet blared, its sound rippling through every dimension, every universe, announcing the start of a gathering that would decide the fate of all existence.
The First Challenge
Nielan wasted no time.
"Krelious!" he roared, slamming his fist onto the table, shattering it into stardust. "You are no longer fit to rule! You have broken our laws, defied our customs—step down!"
Zion countered instantly.
"He has broken nothing! He is King—he makes and unmakes laws as he wills!"
Nielan's eyes blazed.
"Only Itami, our father, and Kazi, our second father, held that power! Krelious is no true sovereign!"
Zion's voice was ice.
"Explain why he cannot, Nielan. Explain it to us all."
Nielan's lips curled.
"A true king is powerful, yes—but also wise, and loved. Krelious is strong, but he is neither wise nor beloved!"
Zion scoffed.
"You speak nonsense!"
Tavis cut in.
"No, he speaks truth!"
Zielan, the enigmatic ruler, laughed.
"Tavis, Nielan—you both spew foolishness from your mouths."
Nielan's glare was venomous.
"Look who speaks—the bastard ruler who doesn't even know his own origin!"
The Sovereign's Wrath
Krelious had heard enough.
A wave of crushing energy erupted from him, pressing down on every ruler in the room, rendering them weak, gasping. His voice was a storm.
"Enough! If we act on emotion now, we will wage a war that ends our race!"
The tension lessened—but only slightly.
The Abyssal Betrayal
Nielan sneered.
"I've had enough of your reign, Krelious. Step down—or I will not care if our race perishes. I will simply make more rulers!"
Akermos, the blunt realist, burst into laughter.
"You idiot! The only things that could birth rulers were the Divine Tree and the Destruction—both destroyed billions of years ago!"
Nielan's grin was chilling.
"Oh, I know. And I also know the power required to recreate them is immense. That's why I unsealed the Abyssal King—who promised me that very power!"
A stunned silence.
Nealon, the ever-calm, paled.
"You… what?!"
Amiss, Nielan's ally, smirked.
"Oh, sweet Nealon… we freed him. And his armies."
Zion's fury erupted.
"Are you not tired of endless war, Nielan?! Are you not tired?!"
Dainen, Nielan's lieutenant, mocked them.
"Plead for mercy now, before the Abyssal King arrives!"
Zion's voice was a blade.
"Mercy?! You're all insane!"
Tavis, however, was ecstatic.
"Krelious! Beg for mercy now—and we may spare you!"
The Sovereign's Answer
Krelious sighed. Then—he moved.
A spell of annihilation, unlike anything the rulers had ever seen, erupted from his hand. It tore through dimensions, obliterating the approaching Abyssal King and his legions in a single, universe-shaking blast.
Nielan staggered.
"What… what just happened?!"
Zion, equally stunned, whispered:
"He… destroyed them. In one strike."
Tavis trembled.
"This… this is impossible!"
Krelious' laughter was dark, amused.
"You think the Abyssal King was sealed because I couldn't kill him? No. I allowed it. I could have erased him eras ago."
Nielan's disbelief was palpable.
"No… you must have cast an illusion!"
Akermos shook his head.
"It's real. All of it."
Krelious' eyes gleamed.
"Did you truly believe the Abyssal King could kill me?"
Nielan's voice was hollow.
"I knew you'd win… but not like this."
Amiss, wide-eyed, muttered to herself:
"I knew he was powerful… but this?"
Lenon's voice trembled, barely above a whisper, yet it echoed like thunder in the void.
"At this point… I'm starting to believe what Amiss said. Krelious… isn't easy to kill."
Her words hung in the air, a confession of disbelief.
Deriss, her fingers clenched into fists, growled through gritted teeth.
"What do we do now? Our trump card was roasted like a damned chicken."
A collective shudder ran through the assembly. The Abyssal King—their last hope—had been reduced to ashes in an instant.
Then, Nielan stepped forward, his golden eyes burning with defiance.
"I am not finished, Krelious." His voice was a blade, sharp and unyielding. "I expected you to kill the Abyssal King… but not like this."
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his second gambit.
"Here is my second trump card. I give to you… one zillion Chaos. Release them—NOW!"
The command boomed across dimensions. In an instant, the fabric of reality tore open, and from the abyss beyond, a flood of writhing, screaming Chaos poured into the universe—a legion of nightmares given form.
But Krelious didn't even blink.
The moment the last of the Chaos emerged, he raised a single hand.
And then—
Annihilation.
A wave of absolute destruction rippled outward, erasing every last one of them from existence. The rulers watched, their faces frozen in horror, as the infinite army was unmade in less than a heartbeat.
Nielan's composure shattered.
"HOW?!" he roared, his voice raw with fury. "Damn everything you've done until now—it's simply too much! HOW?!"
Krelious only laughed.
It was a rich, amused sound, as if this were all some grand joke.
Tavis, his patience snapping, snarled.
"Shut up, Krelious! Stop it with the fucking laugh—it's getting annoying!"
The room went deathly still.
Krelious's amusement faded. His gaze locked onto Tavis like a predator sighting prey.
"I see you still lack manners." His voice was deceptively soft. "Allow me to help you with that."
Before anyone could react—
BOOM.
A fist collided with Tavis's face with the force of a collapsing star. The impact sent him hurtling through dimensions, crashing through planets like glass, until he finally landed—hard—on a mutated world at the edge of existence. The planet split in half from the force of his landing.
Then, with a mere thought, Krelious pulled him back, dragging him through the void and depositing him at the meeting once more.
The message was clear.
No one spoke.
The rulers sat in stunned silence, the weight of Krelious's power pressing down on them like a collapsing sky.
Krelious sighed, shaking his head.
"To be honest… many of you here don't deserve to be called rulers."
His voice was calm, but the words cut deep.
"Our race is meant to be absolute. We are supposed to be the most powerful, the wisest, the most dominant and feared beings in existence. But we are not. Because we let fear into our souls. We let it eat us away."
His gaze darkened.
"One of us even got himself killed by a lower life form."
A beat.
"How disgraceful."
Nealon exploded.
"HOW COULD YOU SAY YOTON'S LIFE AND DEATH WAS A DISGRACE, KRELIOUS?! HE WAS A MEMBER OF OUR FACTION!"
Akermos quickly interjected, his voice strained.
"Nealon, restrain yourself! Do not speak to your High Head in such a manner—he has his reasons!"
But Nealon was beyond reason.
"I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A REASON OR NOT!"
Krelious watched the brewing storm with detached amusement.
Then—
He moved.
A single gesture, and the Ruler's Palm descended upon them all, an invisible force locking every ruler in place.
Zion gasped.
"High Head—what is this?! Are you going to kill us all?!"
Krelious chuckled.
"No. I will do no such thing. I am trying to save our race, not destroy it."
Tavis, still seething, spat out a bitter laugh.
"Using the Ruler's Palm on us and you're still talking shit?"
Krelious sighed.
"Let me help you once more, Tavis."
Tavis's eyes widened in terror.
"NO—NO, PLEASE—!"
But it was too late.
A chant spilled from Krelious's lips, ancient and binding. In an instant, Tavis's mouth sealed shut, his eyes locked in darkness, his body frozen in place. He could still hear—but nothing more.
Leviam recoiled.
"What have you done to our chief, High Head?!"
Krelious smirked.
"I just immobilized him. That's all."
Janyi, trembling, whispered to himself.
"Everything he's done until now… it's impossible. Krelious… what are you? Not even a purebred ruler possesses this kind of power…"
Krelious's grin widened.
"Allow me to tell you all a little secret."
Zion frowned.
"What do you mean, High Head?"
Zielan shook his head.
"I'm lost too."
Nielan scoffed.
"We already know everything there is to know about our race. What else could you possibly tell us?"
Krelious laughed again—long, deep, and utterly mocking.
Amiss, watching from the shadows, clenched his fists.
"I just hope… that after all this, we aren't executed for our betrayal."
But then—
Nielan had enough.
With a roar that shook the cosmos, he broke free from the Ruler's Palm, his true power erupting in a storm of golden light. The universe itself trembled as he ascended, his form twisting into something greater—something primordial.
His transformation sent shockwaves through reality.
And then—
He struck.
With
infinite speed, he descended upon Krelious, fist aimed at his skull—
But time stopped.
The rulers froze. The universe held its breath.
And in that suspended moment, Krelious moved.
A single punch.
CRACK.
Nielan was gone—hurled beyond the universe, beyond everything, into the swirling chaos of the multiverse.
Time resumed.
Nielan, disoriented but furious, tried to regain his footing—
Only for Krelious to appear behind him.
Another blow.
This time, to his spine.
Before he could fly away, Krelious grabbed his leg and slammed him downward—
Straight into the core of the multiverse itself.
The impact resonated across all existence.
And as the dust settled, one thought echoed in every ruler's mind:
What… is he?
NEXT CHAPTER✓
THE BROKEN LAW AND THE MEETING (PART 2).