Odayos, The God of Choas and Destruction. Conqueror of worlds. Dead.
Aren, The God of the Forge and Craft. Forger of weapons that could cut into the universe itself. Dead.
Fomas, The God of Shadows and Darkness.
Lunir, The Goddess of The Moon and The Sea.
Xatar, The God of The Weather and Storms.
Kayrin, The Goddess of Literature and Knowledge.
Iteus, The God of The Hunt and Animals
All dead.
They were all killed by a single being. He was neither a human nor a demon. He couldn't even be a god. Yet, he was able to kill numerous amounts of demons and gods and posed a threat to heaven and hell itself.
But here he was. That same man now has chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, chaining him to the floor, locked in the darkest dungeon in the seventh circle of hell in complete and total silence.
A trial for him was organized by the gods and the demons. The verdict was obvious, he was found guilty and was sentenced to being locked in the outer ring of the seventh circle of hell and to be tortured endlessly for the rest of eternity.
Sitting in the darkness, not a single sound being heard, he sighed and spoke "Seriously, you can come out you know. I won't bite~"
Suddenly, a beautiful man who would make any lady swoon stepped out of the darkness. His shiny white hair glistened in the dark as if creating the only light source that had been there for millenniums. His gorgeous golden eyes were clear and determined, yet showed a large amount of disgust for the 'thing' in front of him.
Seeing the man in front of him, he chuckled "Man, to think you, out of everyone, would be the first to visit, huh Xernon?"
Xernon, The God of Judgment and Justice. This person who hated and was disgusted simply by the presence man in front of him was the judge at his trial.
Xernon did not respond to him. He took out a golden scroll and opened it.
His voice was gentle yet powerful as he spoke
"The Nameless Being. On account of your horrible transgressions against the mortal world as well as your disruption of the heavens and hell, it has been realized that the sentence you were formerly given was far too light.
After numerous discussions, your sentence has been revised-"
"AHAHAHAHA!!"
Xernon was interrupted by the eruption of laughter from the man.
"You guys absolutely hilarious! This is incredible!
Quick! What else did they say?"
"Tsk." Xernon clicked his tongue and continued.
"You will be stripped of your powers and sent to the mortal realm where you will spend the rest of your life."
He then closed the scroll and pulled out a book.
"Oooo! Is that where you plan to trap me? Did you get it from that bitch's library?" The man said in amusement.
Anger erupted in Xernon's heart. He clenched his fist and took deep breaths trying to control his rage.
Ahem!" He cleared his throat and took out a small ceremonial knife with writing from another language etched onto the blade. He cut his finger, his crimson blood drained down. He raised his hand and touched the man's forehead.
"I, Xernon, God of Judgement and Justice, Son of Lydon, God of Mercy and Hope, and Kayrin, Goddess of Literature and Knowledge, with the power bestowed upon me by the heavens,-"
He started drawing a strange symbol on his forehead with his blood.
"Banish you, The Nameless Being, to an eternity in the mortal realm with none of the powers you have stolen from the beings you have killed."
The symbol on his forehead began to glow as the book Xernon held started levitating and it flipped its pages at an incredible speed.
"AHHHH!!" The glow from the symbol began burning itself into the man's forehead.
The man's body slowly began to disappear, starting with his legs. But the man started laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA!!"
Then his torso followed.
You think this'll stop me Xernon?! I'll come back even stronger!
Then his arms.
I'll kill you and everyone else! You'll never get rid of me!"
It reached all the way to his head. Ending him.
Seeing this, for the first time Xernon smiled
"Goodbye, you disgusting thief."
And that was the end of The Nameless Being.
.....
"Plip! Plop!" Water droplets fell onto his forehead, waking him from his slumber. "Ahhhhaaa~" He yawned as he rubbed his eyes. The strange moist substance on his face caused him to stop.
He looked down at his hands to see the blood he had wiped off his face.
He looked around and finally checked his surroundings and made a horrid realisation.
The surrounding area was covered rubble. Buildings were fire, being burned to ash.
And he had been left stranded in the rubble, bleeding and injured.
"Well, this is a fucking mess!" He said, pissed off as he tried his best to climb out.