In the endless dark void, there was no light, no warmth—only torment and cursed screams of the demised.
It was a place that birthed nightmares and amplified despair. A cursed domain where the screams of white spirits and souls echoed for eternity, their cries filled with horror and sorrow so pure, it could shatter a mortal's soul. Here, the very air was despair. Time had no meaning. Nothing lived, and nothing truly died.
This was not a place for the living.
And yet, not all who wandered here screamed.
They stood—beasts with black, glistening eyes. Unlike the broken souls that wailed in eternal agony, these creatures were calm. Their fur was coarse and dark, absorbing the void's energy like sustenance. It strengthened them. Hardened them. Their claws were massive—each one longer than a six-story building—and glistened like obsidian blades carved from the abyssal essence.
But what truly terrified me... was the feeling.
The sensation of being watched.
Not by the beasts. Not by the souls. No—by something far older. Far greater. As if my very essence had been stripped bare and every secret I carried had been read aloud before the godly celestial.
And then—I saw him as if the cries of the souls were the background music that showcased his might.
Eyes. Black as the void, yet they shimmered like galaxies—eternal, spinning lights in the emptiness but the iris was sharp and golden as if it could drag my soul out into the void my instincts told me to beg but I was shivering in fear did not allow to even beg for my life . They locked onto me. Me—just a servant of the Author, an observer, a recorder of his tales and exploits.
But he saw me.
A cold shiver raced down my spine. My hands trembled. Blood trickled from my eyes—not from injury, but from the sheer pressure of his presence.
Then he spoke.
"Tell them... to give us Power Stones. And Coins."
A smirk curved his lips. Not warm. Not kind. But knowing. Unsettling.
Then, as if I'd never existed, he looked away—toward something else in the abyss.
Something ancient.
A force that defied understanding. An energy that didn't belong here… not in this void. It wasn't destructive. It was trying to create. And at its heart—it bore a seal.
A seal I recognized.
The same seal once used by the Fallen One to reincarnate.
Realization hit me like a thunderbolt.
This was him.
This being—the source of the watching gaze, the one whose power dwarfed galaxies—was the Fallen One himself. But his strength now… it was immeasurable. His former self was nothing more than a child playing with fire compared to the storm he had become.
And yet… he held back.
Why? So he wouldn't consume the souls of his beloved? Or perhaps, even in godhood, he feared his own power?
Then I saw it.
His face.
Flawless. Untouched by time. A work of divine artistry. His hair was obsidian streaked with golden strands that glowed like lightning cracks in the darkness. His muscles held a warrior's might, his expression carried a god's authority. No mortal, no deity, no creature could compare.
Floating before him was a screen—pure obsidian, rimmed with golden light. Upon it, a vision played.
A child was being born.
"My Lord," a servant beside him spoke—another being of terrifying power. "We've located the new world… the planet where your original body remains. eleven thousand years have passed, and only now has it begun to decay. But even in death, it births monsters."
The Fallen One gave a low hum. "So my body still causes chaos… even in ruin."
Then she appeared—Lassie, a woman as graceful as flowing water. She bowed deeply, her curves radiating both elegance and danger.
"You," he said, voice calm yet absolute. "Will oversee my reincarnation. Choose any generation you deem worthy. The human body that I will grace with my power."
And in that moment, his soul began to change.
His essence compressed into a glowing, star-like orb, its light so dense that even the void dared not touch it. The orb that was floating entered the seal the seal was sent to the new world. No—
A brand of power older than the stars. The mark of the Fallen One himself.
The seal vanished—only to reappear.
On the neck of a newborn child.
On a small, mortal planet in a reality untouched by the ancient wars. A world that had long forgotten the name of the one now watching from the void.
The obsidian screen shimmered. Across its dark surface, every subordinate of the Fallen One gazed upon the child. A mortal. A weak human.
And then—they kneeled.
For though the body was ordinary, the seal was not.
The command of their Lord was absolute.
One among this man's descendants would become the vessel of their master's return.
And then—
The System awakened.
A voice—feminine, ancient, cold as the stars—whispered into the depths of his mind:
"Initialization complete. The Reincarnation of the Fallen One has begun. Let the Eternal chaos sacred reality remember its forgotten king."