"It's him!!.... Wait. Of course, it's him!!. It's always him!!!." Feeling significant irritation. "To think you have ties to that one. No doubt your past must be quite interesting to attract his attention. I will personally see what you have been through and wash it away. For you, this will be your great honour."
Zenith felt a bit irritated but remained calm. It seemed, in the end, his memories would be wiped. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to forget the past, but as long as those graves remained forever, they would always be in existence.
The third eye on this God's forehead suddenly snapped open. This eye's pupil was a giant whirlpool mixed with white and black as if representing the cycle of reincarnation. "Let me see your past and wipe it clean" the God's voice spoke in a dignified manner as if he felt he were invincible.
As he peeked into Zenith's mind, Zeniths soul suddenly trembled violently. His cheeks formed those markings from his previous meeting with the other God. The mark on his forehead that represented the third eye also appeared, it opened, but only a bright assortment of light appeared within. This light reflected the void expanse that contained the Grave planet and the stone temple.
This God didn't stop at all. He was too interested when seeing this planet. He drew closer but felt his vision suddenly pulled towards the stone temple, drawing closer he peered inside than he noticed the figure seated on the throne features covered by darkness.
"You dare sit on a throne before this great God? I will erase you first!" he spoke with contempt willing the power of what seemed like a karmic wave towards the seated figure as if to remove what he thought was a memory of a seated figure on a throne out of existence.
But at that moment a booming voice resounded out. This voice was different than either of the two God's Zenith had heard. This voice was infinitely more powerful it echoed throughout every single void expanse and every single instance and section of creation.
"Transgression!"
A simple yet powerful word, and as this word was called out and echoed, it seemed only those matchless individuals who were the strongest within all reality like those of God could hear. Every single being that called themself God whether they managed their tasks or free time had all suddenly quivered with fright and glanced up to peer into the endless void with deep fear at the sound of this word and voice.
This heavy thundering voice of an all-powerful being resounded out. To a God, there were particular fears that they had, the worst one yet also the hardest one to break was a wish bound with all of Eternity and existence.
This rule or more, so a supreme wish granted by any God to someone after sacrificing an immense amount of wealth and sometimes even their Godhood and lives.
The payoff would be that if any God or creature tried to break or tamper with this wish, the offender would be heavily punished by all of existence and creation. Thankfully there were rules in place for particular desires not to be granted due to balance in the great expanse of creation. Immortality or invulnerability was not allowed at all, but working hard to improve one's body or life force is seen as balance.
The karmic wave the God had sent had been wiped away into nonexistence by a mysterious force. The will of this God had been forced out of Zenith's mind followed by a lightning bolt of multicoloured light shot down piercing past the cycle of reincarnation as if it were nothing more then a piece of paper. It then struck the God seated on the throne who was still in shock over what happened.
"ARGHH!" he roared out his voice quivering and this pain-filled shout had begun shaking the cycle of reincarnation to the point of it nearly collapsing.
As things died down if one looked at the foot of the throne, they would see a middle-aged bald man who almost looked charred by fire with smoke emanating from him.
He appeared to have ordinary prayer beads around his body coupled with a tattered Buddhist robe he looked no different than a beggar playing a monk.
He also seemed to appear almost like a bag of bones would it not be the human skin with fragments of what seemed to be a starry sky falling off him like peeled skin that shattered into glowing ash to nothingness.
His right hand was of course seemingly intact still appearing to be godlike in appearance reflecting the starry sky. "YOU.....WHO ARE YOU!??" he looked at Zenith with fear and intense anger as blood ran down the side of his lips. No doubt whatever had just happened had nearly killed him. "My Godhood was nearly completely wiped away. You dare trick me!!!"
Zenith was stunned by this God he really couldn't understand why there was a difference between the other one and him. They both seemed worlds apart in intelligence. Zenith hadn't tricked him at all, but he had been accused of doing such a thing. Feeling Wronged, Zenith suddenly spoke as if on reflex.
"Incredible. You are truly different compared to the other God. I had thought there was nothing left to see for me before reincarnating, but your stupidity leaves me corrected."
Zenith realised he had spoken out a bit too harshly and was about to speak again, but that old injured God seemed too insane due to his words. He roared as he reached over with his remaining starry sky covered hand whilst shouting "You will NEVER! Reincarnate!!. I will lock you away for all Eternity!"
Zenith looked irritated as he watched that hand approach him. He wanted to get away but still found himself held still. Still, that third eye on his forehead was open, and if one looked inside and within the temple, they would discover the figure seated was missing.
Not a moment later did the hand of God suddenly stop dead still. Zenith was stunned wondering what had happened but couldn't see, but the God was petrified because holding that arm of his was the dark covered figure previously seated on the throne, he couldn't budge his arm one bit.
He called out with caution, "you aren't just a memory!!? What are you!!?" but in reply, he got silence before a cruel wisp of red energy appeared on that figures face forming an ominous grin.
The figure then held his palm like a blade, as energy gathered and formed a spinning saw that spiralled like a galaxy in fast forward before slashing towards the God's arm.
"ARGH!" another pain-filled roar echoed outward the figure had managed to severe the arm at the elbow where the starry sky skin met with normal skin with ease. It had then begun to shrink down until it was the size of an average arm in size yet Godlike in appearance as if identical to the one at the pedestal with slight differences.
"NO!!! " his squeal of pain and terror, almost like a pig being slaughtered. Zenith also watched as the starry sky covered arm rapidly shrunk back to normal, he noticed that terrible copy of his and looked quite surprised by its sudden appearance. He couldn't help but pity this so-called God and then speak in a hushed tone "your day just keeps getting worse."