"Greetings, Lady Freya," Adam said, his voice, once booming with the authority of the strongest God, was now soft and filled with a love that seed to lt his divine form. He leaned closer to the ornate mirror, his gaze fixed on the beautiful elf projected within.
"Greetings, Gentleman Adam," she joked back, her laugh like the chiming of celestial bells. It was their private way, a gentle banter between two beings who held the weight of universes on their shoulders.
"When are you coming to my multiverse? I am so lonely here," Adam pleaded, his expression entirely unlike the arrogant and dignified God he had been monts before. He was a king reduced to a lovesick boy.
"I am transferring my entire universe into a movable realm. Soon, I will be able to live in your multiverse forever," Freya replied, her tone calm and reassuring. But then, her gaze drifted past his shoulder to the table behind him. Her warm expression tightened, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips. "Adam," she said, her voice now laced with a clear, cold annoyance, "I see that your face is itching for a massage from my fist."
Adam’s divine form visibly flinched. He hurriedly snatched the basket of grapes from the table and began stuffing them into his mouth. "What are you even saying?" he mumbled through a mouthful of fruit, his voice suddenly sounding like that of a chicken about to be slaughtered. "I was just eating. I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Hmph. I will not spoil you from now on," she said, though the warmth was already returning to her eyes. "I will co to the main point. The Demon Lords are reborn again." Her mood instantly shifted from loving to that of a cold, serious ruler.
"Don’t let them spoil your mood," Adam replied quickly, trying to change the subject away from his misdeeds. "We will kill them in no ti."
Freya sighed and said "On second thought, those demons... they are surrendering this ti. They are ready to sign a contract."
"They are surrendering?" Adam roared, the sound shaking the very foundations of his grand palace. "After killing so many of our lifeforms and even few of the Gods of laws? They are the embodint of evil!" The mory of the war, the loss was a wound that had never truly healed.
"But they are ready to sign a contract stating they will never enter our side of the cosmos ever again," Freya reasoned. "It’s not like we haven’t killed them millions of tis. They hard our people, yes, but that was the first ti. In their millions of lives since, they have not raised a hand against us."
"Why are you speaking so naively today, Freya?" Adam said, his anger giving way to a deep worry. "The only reason they haven’t hard us since is because we have always been strong enough to kill them before their evil could take root!"
"Still, many of the Gods, and even I, believe that this endless bloodshed is aningless," Freya replied. A small, wry smile ford on her lips. "If we do not give them this chance for peace, then what is the real difference between us and the Void Beasts?"
The na, Void Beasts jolted Adam’s consciousness. The mory of that ancient terror, of those fiends who had corrupted their very birthplace, was a horror that made him forget even his hatred for the demons for a second. He fell silent, his rage extinguished by a deeper, colder fear.
"I... I think you are right," Adam finally said, his voice heavy as he tried to erasethe hatred he had carried for a million years. "When and where do we need to go to sign the contract?"
"In the demonic realm. Belial will co to pick you up," Freya said. "Please, Adam... don’t kill him." She knew that Adam’s signature would be the signature of all the Gods; as the eldest and strongest, his decision was final.
"Okay," Adam agreed. "Integrate your universe soon. If you need any help, just poke , and I will be there," he said, his eyes once again filled with the pure, unwavering light of a man in love.
"What an interesting story," Sunny mused, eating a piece of manifested popcorn from a bowl resting on the arm of his throne. "Starting directly with the the long distance lovers." He, a silent ghost in the River of Ti, had just witnessed a pivotal, long-forgotten mont in history. "I should see the demons’ side of things, too."
With a simple command, his Divine Command talent tore open the fabric of space, creating a rift that led directly into the demonic realm of 1.2 million years ago. He stepped through and found... nothing. No lifeforms, no demons, only a vast, primordial emptiness under a blood-red sky.
"Where should I go?" He manifested a special navigator orb, one designed to track the living across an entire multiverse. But the demonic realm was larger than a single multiverse; it was a sprawling, chaotic expanse. He sighed in annoyance. "Anything for the future," he thought, knowing that to understand his enemy, he had to see their origins firsthand.
He picked a random direction and began to travel. The ti outside the river was paused, so he flew for what felt like months, a lonely god wandering through an ancient, alien dinsion. Finally, after an eternity of searching, his eyes, now red with fatigue, saw them: six brilliant red dots, pulsing on the navigator orb.
He shot towards them, his spirit soaring with relief and anticipation. Soon, a structure ca into view. It was a fortress, a monolithic structure that seed to drink the very light from the sky. It was carved from a single, mountain-sized obsidian stone, with impossible, jagged towers that clawed at the heavens. It radiated an aura of ancient, slumbering evil, a place of profound dread and imnse power. Sunny hovered before it, a ghost about to witness the other side of a peace treaty that would shape the fate of the cosmos.
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