The fight erupted without warning, and reality imdiately started filing insurance claims.
Judgnt cracked her knuckles with the casual confidence of soone who'd been looking forward to this exact mont for like, ten thousand years. "I don't need magic to beat a house feline."
The words hit Erebus like a cosmic bitch-slap. Sothing deep in her primordial DNA started screaming that this winged bitch was the reason she'd spent lifetis feeling like half her soul was missing.
She didn't know why she wanted to claw Judgnt's perfect face off—the knowledge lived sowhere in the spaces between her mories—but the hatred was bone-deep, soul-deep, older than whatever asshole first decided stars should twinkle.
"HOUSE FELINE?!" Erebus roared, and the sound tore holes in three adjacent dinsions. "Oh, you prissy bird bitch, it's ON."
She didn't just launch herself at Judgnt. She folded space around her claws like cosmic origami, turning her attack into sothing that existed in seventeen places simultaneously.
Her shadow split into dozens of versions of herself—each one real, each one pissed, each one attacking from impossible angles while dinsional portals opened and closed around Judgnt like the universe's most violent magic trick.
Judgnt simply... danced.
Not teleportation. Not divine power. Pure, impossible skill that made professional ballet look like drunk stumbling.
She moved between the shadow-clones like she was waltzing at the world's most dangerous prom, each step placing her exactly where Erebus's attacks weren't gonna be.
When claws ca through dinsional portals, she was already gone. When shadows tried to swallow her, she slipped between them like smoke with a PhD in being untouchable.
"You're still thinking too linearly," Judgnt observed, catching one of Erebus's shadow-clones by the throat and using it to club another clone unconscious. "It's like watching soone try to solve calculus with crayons."
Erebus snarled and did sothing that would've made several gods in distant realms suddenly look up from their cosmic Netflix and go "what the fuck was that?"
She grabbed the concept of 'behind' and twisted it inside out, so that every attack she'd missed was suddenly attacking Judgnt from the past. Dinsional echoes of her claws manifested like temporal reruns from hell, striking at Judgnt with the accumulated force of every swing that hadn't connected.
Judgnt caught them all. Every. Single. One. Every temporal echo, every dinsional afterimage, every shadow-clone attack that had ever existed or might exist.
Caught them and sohow tied them into a knot that unraveled Erebus's power back on itself like cosmic reverse psychology.
"Creative, but sloppy," Judgnt said, then punched the knot.
The explosion sent Erebus tumbling through four different dinsions simultaneously. She crashed through the palace roof that seed to have grown even bigger to provide more space for their fight, the fountain where a rmaid statue stood.
But Erebus wasn't done. She was a fucking Primordial, goddammit. First of her kind. She'd been doing impossible shit since before impossible had learned how to spell its own na. At least as far as her unlimited mories went.
She rose from the crater wreathed in shadows that weren't just dark—they were the absence of existence itself. Her golden eyes blazed with fury older than ti, and when she opened her mouth, she didn't roar.
She unspoke reality.
The space around Judgnt simply stopped being. Not destroyed, not damaged—deleted. Like Erebus had just pressed Ctrl Z on that particular chunk of existence and sent it to the cosmic recycling bin.
Judgnt stood in the middle of the non-space, completely unbothered. "Nice try, kitty. But I've been judging reality since before it learned how to exist properly."
She stepped forward, and her footstep was existence. Reality flowed back into being around her like water rushing to fill a void, probably muttering complaints about cosmic entities and their tendency to break everything.
Erebus hissed and did sothing so fundantally wrong that several abstract concepts filed formal complaints with the Departnt of Universal Standards.
She reached into the dinsion where 'up' lived and pulled it inside out, so that Judgnt was suddenly falling in every direction at once while shadows poured out of yesterday and tomorrow to drag her into the spaces between never and not-yet.
Judgnt adjusted her stance and sohow stood on the falling. Like gravity was just another opinion she chose not to share.
"You know what your problem is?" Judgnt asked, walking upward through the falling shadows while casually batting away attacks from non-linear ti like they were annoying flies.
"You're fighting angry instead of fighting smart. It's like watching soone try to perform surgery with a sledgehamr."
That's when Erebus really lost her shit. "WTF Bitch, I barely rember you but you suddenly attacked . You're fucking asking for it, Evelyn or whatever fuck you're now."
The building-sized cosmic cat beca sothing else entirely. Her form exploded outward, becoming a living constellation of shadow and dinsion, each part of her existing in a different layer of reality while still being the sa suprely pissed-off entity.
She was simultaneously the size of a galaxy and small enough to slip between atoms, attacking Judgnt from inside her own molecular structure while also dropping miniature black holes on her from orbit.
She was after all an Omnipotent since she grew with parker at the sa ti. It's just that sothing seed to hold her back...
The battle turned the palace roof into abstract art that would've made Picasso weep and probably file a copyright lawsuit.
Space folded like origami made by soone having a nervous breakdown. Ti hiccupped so hard it nearly gave itself cosmic indigestion. Several laws of physics submitted their resignations and asked to be transferred to a quieter universe.
But just as Erebus was getting into the rhythm of cosmic violence—really finding her groove in the "delete everything until only my enemy's suffering remains" departnt—sothing small and fast streaked across the sky like a twelve-year-old teor with anger managent issues.
Seraphina hit the scene with the subtlety of a vampire-powered battering ram, her bat wings cutting through Erebus's dinsional attacks with surgical precision that would've been impressive if it wasn't so fucking terrifying.
That mont she touched down on Erebus's constantly-shifting back—sohow finding the one point that existed in normal space-ti—her red eyes blazed with the kind of pure delight that usually preceded soone getting their ass handed to them in creative ways.
"Ooh, Aunt Erebus is having a tantrum!" she giggled, balancing on one toe while Erebus continued her reality-bending assault. "This looks fun! Can I play too?"
Without waiting for permission—because apparently asking permission was for people who didn't have cosmic vampire powers—Seraphina began to spin.
But this wasn't just spinning. This was rotation given cosmic significance, like she'd just convinced the universe that spinning was actually a fundantal force and it should probably pay attention.
As she spun, blood aura and energy didn't just stream out—it beca a fundantal force of nature with a vendetta.
Each drop was a miniature storm system, each tornado a concentrated hurricane of life force weaponized by soone who'd spent her childhood learning to turn her own biology into an arsenal.
The blood tornadoes tore through Erebus's dinsional attacks like they were made of tissue paper soaked in wishful thinking, disrupting her carefully layered reality-bending and forcing her back into more linear space-ti.
"Hey!" Erebus protested, suddenly finding herself back to just regular building-size instead of galaxy-spanning abstract concept. "I was winning that fight! I had her right where I wanted her!"
"You were having a breakdown," Seraphina corrected cheerfully, launching thousands of blood projectiles at Judgnt while sohow still maintaining perfect balance on Erebus's shifting form. "That's not winning, that's having a very expensive tantrum."
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