The void scread.
The sound was not sothing creation was ever ant to hear, it was the death-cry of the concept of silence itself as the silent and empty void shattered and reford countless tis.
The infinite abyss boiled and bled with colorless fla as Hades and the Outer One collided once more, their re presences rewriting the fabric of the unknown.
Every clash between them completely destroyed and give birth to new concepts.
When Hades swung his arm, the space it passed through did not shatter, but aged, as if the emptiness itself was withering, dying, eroding into fine dust that had never been born.
When the Outer One retaliated, it did not move; instead, the very concept of movent itself twisted as direction lost its aning, where left beco right and forward beca behind.
The fla of death t the storm of chaos.
"You are one persistent fella!" The purple inferno that was Hades’ true form flared, his eyes burning like dying suns as his dark purple fire devoured the infinite flesh before him. "Dissappear!"
Every writhing tentacle that reached from the mass of chaos disintegrated into oblivion, only to be replaced by a thousand more.
"H̵̨͎͢͜͝A̸̫͕͟͞͝H̸̛̫̗͝͝A̴͓͙͟͝͝A̷͕͎͜͞͝A̸͎̫͢͝͝ ̸̘̙͟͝͝H̶͕̝͟͝͝4̴̪̜͢͝͝H̵͙͙͜͝͝A̸̞͙͜͞͝ ̴̢͍̟͝͞E̶͇̫͜͞͝R̴̜͙͜͞͝R̸̛͍̝͞͝0̸͓̫͢͝͝R̴͓͉͜͝͝.̴͕͙͟͝͝ ͓̝͟͝͝L̸̝̙͜͞͝A̷͚͜͞͝U̸͇͚͟͝͝G̵̳͎͜͞͝H̸̗͜͞͝.̷̪͕͢͝͝R̸͙͜͝͝E̷̫̜͜͞͝P̴͎͙͢͝͝E̶͇̜͢͝͝A̸͉͜͞͝T̵͍̝͜͞͝.̸̢̩̘͝͝ ͓̞͢͝͝H̸͎̜͜͞͝A̸̻̝͢͝͝H̴͙͜͝͝A̸͚͜͞͝H̸͕̜͜͝͝A̵̗̚͜͞͝͝͝" The Outer One laughed, a sound that ca from no mouth yet echoed across every layer of existence.
Its laughter devoured entire concepts, and with each echo, alternate realities shattered like mirrors struck by cosmic stones.
Universes where Hades never existed, where death was never born, where ti flowed backward, all burned away under the friction of their struggle.
Still, Hades pressed on, completely unaffected.
"Your voice is horrible," the god’s voice thundered across dinsions, resonating with the calm of an executioner. "I like it more when you don’t do the talking."
The purple blaze that was his body flared brighter, his fire igniting even in the absence of fuel.
The fla was not consuming matter, it was consuming the concept of darkness and death he embodies.
And with the fla burning brighter, the definition of "existence" began to burn.
The Outer One’s infinite mass convulsed, as its countless mouths roared and eyes blinked across the body that spanned eternity.
"𝙒̸𝐇̸𝐘̷ ̵𝐃̶𝐎̶ ̵𝐘̵𝐎̴𝐔̶ ̵𝐅̷𝐈̵𝐆̷𝐇̴𝐓̶,̵ 𝐎̴𝐍̵𝐄̸ ̸𝐎̸𝐅̶ ̵𝐃̴𝐄̷𝐀̶𝐓̵𝐇̶?̸"
Its voice was distortion itself, a cascade of incomprehensible tones layered over each other.
The cosmos around them flickered, the question embedding itself into the concept of "questioning."
Every sentient being across creation, every god and mortal that still existed, suddenly felt the sa whisper echo in their souls.
And Hades answered it the only way he believed was the answer; with death.
He raised his arm, and the fla of death burst forth, swallowing the void.
The concept of decay beca a storm, spreading through every fiber of chaos that dared to touch him.
The eyes of the Outer One lted like dying stars. Its mouths scread, but every sound it made was devoured before it left its lips.
For a mont, for a heartbeat heartbeat of eternity, Hades prevailed.
But the Outer One was not bound by monts, nor by eternity. It was a being that existed before the word "before", it already drifted the void before the concept of "beginning".
Its body convulsed, and the primordial chaos turned itself inside out.
aningless symbols and forgotten languages flowed from its wounds, each one carrying a curse of paradox.
Ti lost all direction; the past devoured the future, and the present dissolved into infinite versions of itself.
Hades found himself existing across all tilines, infinite versions of him, all burning, all fighting, all dying.
He saw himself winning, losing, being consud, consuming, every possibility converging and breaking apart, and yet he remained one.
He clenched his hand, forcing the void to obey his definition.
"Indeed, you are truly beyond comprehension." he said, his voice resonating like a thousand funerals sung in unison. "I can barely even understand what cos before beginning, yet you already exist before existence was given aning. However..."
He spread his arms, and the fire of death beca light, a terrible light that burned not to destroy, but to end and erase.
The Outer One shrieked.
Its mass tore through the dinsions, swallowing alternate tilines in desperation, eating fragnts of reality itself to heal.
Where it devoured, the laws of existence changed, in many alternate realities, mortals suddenly beca gods, gods beca myths, myths beca atoms, and atoms beca ideas.
They were even now, two beings that no longer belonged to creation, tearing apart the fra of reality itself.
Many universe near them disentegrated and erased from mories without even knowing why.
And those who survived, powerful pantheons such as Olympians and Norse who are in the Nordic Universe, the Egyptians, Celtic, Hindus, and others, all saw the sky turn black, then white, then nonexistent, revealing the void that exist beyond the boundary of their universe.
Their temples, their worlds, all flickered as the void war beyond reality consud the pillars of order that held everything together.
In one mont, all of creation beca a canvas of static, and the only color that existed was black and purple.
Hades roared, his divine voice shaking the corpse of infinity. His body cracked, his purple flas flickering as the eyes of chaos dug into his form, consuming fragnts of death itself.
But even as he burned, even as his own concept began to unravel, Hades laughed.
He understood now.
He could not destroy chaos, for chaos was the natural truth. It was not evil, it was not good, it was simply the beginning without purpose.
But there was one thing chaos never possessed, one thing beyond its comprehension.
"You are the infinite, the eternal, soone with no beginning nor an end," Hades whispered, his voice trembling like the toll of a funeral bell across eternity. "And that’s why you are also incomplete."
The Outer One paused.
"𝐈̷𝐍̷𝐂̵𝐎̷𝐌̸𝐏̶𝐋̵𝐄̵𝐓̴𝐄̵?̶" it echoed, and the word trembled through existence, breaking countless universes that could not withstand the concept of self-reflection.
"Yes," Hades said, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel smile. "You exist beyond life and death, beyond creation and destruction, but you can never died. You have never known mortality. Death is the most primal and natural phenona that exist, even gods can die. But you cannot. You who have no concept of death, is incomplete."
The purple flas began to change.
It was noo longer pure, it was no longer consuming, they beca finite.
The fire of death twisted, forming a sigil across Hades’ chest, the mark of mortality itself, the domain he had stolen during the Titanomachy.
Normally, this level of authority would not be effective to sothing like the outer one.
But Hades had used the Breakdown Sphere to elevate its conceptual weight beyond the concept of phenonon.
The authority over mortality he had invoked had now beca the ’truth’, a proof of existence.
Those who exist must die. This is now the truth.
The outer one, who does not have the concept of mortality or death has now beca a mistake. A mistake in existence that must be corrected so that it conforns to the truth.
Hades extended his hand. He will now correct that mistake.
"Let teach you... how it feels to end."
And the mark flared.
The concept of mortality was born in the void, sothing that previously does not belong there.
The entire structure of the Outer One’s existence shuddered. Its infinite body froze, its eyes widened, and for the first ti since the birth of chaos, it felt fear.
Reality scread again, louder than before, and the cosmos convulsed.
Ti fractured, space folded, and gods across existence fell to their knees as the universe trembled under the invocation of mortality.
Hades’ body began to crumble, burning away in his own fire. His divine essence was splitting apart, his godhood unable to contain the weight of what he had unleashed.
But he smiled.
Because for the first ti, the Outer One bled and did not heal.
A single drop of undefined existence fell from its infinite form, landing into the abyss.
And as it did, the void began to die and reform; universes were created and destroyed, as if the the birth and destruction of existence countless tis in a single mont.
The Outer One scread, its voices layered across every frequency of reality.
It tried to rewrite itself, to erase the idea of mortality, but the word had already been spoken, and once spoken, it existed, and since it existed, it is now the truth.
"𝐘̸𝐎̵𝐔̶ ̶𝐅̸𝐎̷𝐎̷𝐋̷!̵" it roared, collapsing upon itself, its mass folding like a dying dream. "𝐘̶𝐎̷𝐔̴ ̸𝐂̸𝐀̵𝐍̶𝐍̴𝐎̸𝐓̶ ̵𝐊̶𝐈̴𝐋̸𝐋̶ ̴𝐖̷𝐇̷𝐀̵𝐓̷ ̵𝐈̵𝐒̶ ̸𝐓̷𝐇̵𝐄̶ ̵𝐁̴𝐄̶𝐆̶𝐈̴𝐍̸𝐍̴𝐈̸𝐍̵𝐆̵!̷"
But Hades did not answer. His fire flickered once, then twice, and as the darkness swallowed him whole, he whispered:
"I said it didn’t I? What exist must die. If you began, then you must end. That is the truth I have invoked. That is the truth that you must follow."
As his voice dropped, the void collapsed.
The multiverse scread, the gods wept, and beyond the dying light, nothing remained but silence.
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