In the vast emptiness of space, a planet is being consumed by a thick black fog, and near it stands a 2-year-old boy. Though standing on the swirling fog, he appears grounded, as if it were solid beneath him.
His presence is striking—appearing around 20 years old, his skin smooth and dusky, resembling polished obsidian, a clear reflection of his connection to the shadows. His mesmerizing eyes glow subtly, shifting between dark purple and blood-red hues, in stark contrast to his otherwise youthful, unmarked face. His jet-black, shoulder-length hair falls in silky waves, shimmering faintly like the surface of a still lake beneath the night sky.
He wears a robe that seems to absorb the surrounding light, a deep black fabric that gives off an aura of mystery and power. The robe is adorned with silver and dark purple embroidery, forming intricate, arcane, celestial symbols. Flowing gracefully to the ground, the robe has wide sleeves and a high collar, giving him an air of both authority and timelessness.
A silver sash is tied elegantly around his waist, with metallic accents that glint faintly in the dim light. The edges of his robe flicker as if made from the very shadows themselves, swirling like living darkness. The hem and cuffs of the robe are embroidered with delicate, swirling patterns, evoking the image of a boundless night sky and the mysteries hidden within it.
You may wonder why he appears in human form and not as the black fog itself, but to be honest, even I was shocked. It all happened so fast—he grew from a mere baby fog to a fully formed adult physical body in what felt like moments. It's been only two years since he was born, yet now he stands as a man around 20 years old.
His mana core has already reached the Sovereign rank, something that would normally take decades, if not centuries. Now, as you can see, the planet is being devoured. With each entity he consumes using his darkness element—this black fog surrounding him—his mana core increases in strength.
At first, he devoured small mountains. Then, his power grew to the level where he consumed entire countries, followed by continents. Now, he is at the planetary level, the very one in front of us.
My mind is blown—what the actual fu*k, bro? It took me ten long years to reach the Othyr rank, and yet he reached Sovereign directly just by devouring.
I can't help but wish I had this power. It would be fun to have this skill and just devour something and rank up the mana core, but I am good now maybe I will get this skill after finishing experiencing the memories of Astaroth.
Yet, despite all his power, I feel a deep sense of loneliness creeping into me. When I stopped to think about it, I realized these weren't my emotions, but Astaroth's. He was born from darkness, and darkness itself is lonely, like an introvert's nature, only magnified a thousandfold.
Who wouldn't feel this way after two years of isolation, without talking to a single soul? But for Astaroth, it's different—he was born with this overwhelming loneliness. Perhaps the creator of this world made him like that. Honestly, I feel bad for him that he could only feel loneliness, I wish he would some love from someone.
As the planet is finally consumed, Astaroth begins walking away from it, heading toward another planet a billion miles away. For most, the distance would seem incomprehensibly vast, but for him, it takes only a single step to cross a million miles.
Just like that, a hundred years have passed. Astaroth has retained the same face and body he had back then. After all, he is a god now, gifted with immortality. Over time, Astaroth's appetite grew—he went from devouring planets to entire universes.
His mana core reached the Mydrid Sovereign rank, and I learned something profound. After this rank, only two remain—Fake God and Original God. However, becoming an Original God is impossible, as there can only ever be one per element.
To attain that rank, one would need to possess an Original God's mana core. I learned all of this when Astaroth encountered a god in the middle of an unknown galaxy. This god, the God of Wisdom, Apollo, explained everything. Apollo had known it all since the moment of his birth, being the god of wisdom and knowledge.
The revelation made me wonder—could I become a god too? But what would my title be? What would my alias become?
At that very moment, as Astaroth was walking through space, a bright light approached him at incredible speed. As it drew nearer, the intense light blinded me, when she came in front of Astaroth I could see who it was—the Goddess of Light.
The Goddess of Light emerges, bathed in a radiant glow that illuminates the cosmos around her. Her skin shimmers with a golden hue, and her long, flowing hair cascades like molten sunlight, reflecting beams of light with every subtle movement. Her eyes shine like twin stars, filled with wisdom and brilliance, making it almost impossible to gaze directly at her and with a Golden Triangle eye in the middle of the Forehead.
She wears a gown made of pure light, flowing and weightless, adorned with intricate celestial patterns that seem to shift and glow with each step. The fabric appears alive, shimmering with an ethereal glow, while precious jewels resembling distant stars are embedded throughout the gown, catching and reflecting light.
A luminous circle sits on the back of her head, with golden spires rising like rays of the sun, casting a soft, warm halo around her.
As she drew closer, I felt something different emanating from Astaroth. It wasn't the familiar loneliness he always carried with him—this feeling was entirely opposite. For the first time, I felt something resembling warmth, and as I tried to make sense of it, I realized what it was. Could this be love? Could Astaroth, the embodiment of darkness and solitude, be feeling love for the first time in his existence?