Chapter 1
The memories of that fateful day still lingered, etched into the recesses of his mind like a burning brand. The day his world shattered, leaving him alone and adrift.
Aetherion, once a cherished son of the divine couple, Arkeia and Elyon, Gods of the heavens, had witnessed the unimaginable. The war between the Gods of the underworld and the heavens had raged for eons, but never had it touched his family. Until that cursed day. Cursed, well, at least to him.
The Underworld's dark legion, led by the formidable Hades and Persephone, had breached the Heavenly Realm's defenses. How that was possible is still a mystery to this very day. Aetherion's parents, renowned for their unwavering justice and compassion, stood at the forefront of the battle vowing to never leave even if they were to take their last breath, they would fight protecting the heavens and the only thing they held dear. Their son. With this fueling their spirits, they fought with every fiber of their being. Their divine energies clashed with the Underworld's darkness, illuminating the skies.
As the war raged, Aetherion watched in horror as his parents fell. He felt helpless because he couldn't even help them out. Not even a little bit. He watched as his mother, Arkeia's radiant sword shattered, her essence torn asunder by Hades' unforgiving scythe. His father, Elyon's mighty hammer, forged from starlight, crumbled beneath Persephone's relentless assault. It was a cruel and unfortunate sight. Older Gods would never have forgotten that much less a child.
The aftermath was silence.
Aetherion, mere mortal compared to his divine parents, was left alone. Abandoned by the very Gods who once called him family. The Heavenly Realm, once a sanctuary, became a cold, unforgiving expanse.
Years passed, and Aetherion wandered, lost and forgotten. His innate divine potential, inherited from his parents, lay dormant, suppressed by the weight of his grief. His heart, once filled with laughter and joy, turned to stone.
On a fateful day, while exploring the forgotten ruins of an ancient civilization, Aetherion stumbled upon a mysterious tombstone. Weathered by time, its inscription read:
"Here lie the legacies of the Ten Ascended,
Peak-level Gods, forgotten by the ages.
Their essence, distilled into the cosmos,
Awaits one worthy, to reclaim their might."
As Aetherion's fingers brushed the tombstone, a surge of energy coursed through him. The legacies of the Ten Ascended Gods awakened, their essence merging with his own.
Visions flooded his mind: the birth of stars, the dance of galaxies, and the symphony of creation. Aetherion's suppressed desire for creation, inherited from his parents, roared to life.
In that moment, with determination I'm his heart and a certain fire burning in his heart, he vowed to forge a new path.
"I will create a world where I am the law,
Where none shall treat me as they wish.
A realm governed by my will, my rules.
I, Aetherion, shall become the first God to create.
And I will prove to all of those Gods who thought could step on me that I Aetherion, the son of Arkeia and Elyon the divine couple would become someone they can only look upon from afar but never reach"
The tombstone shattered, releasing the Ten Ascended Gods' legacies. Aetherion's transformation began, as he embarked on a journey to craft his own realm.
A new era dawned.
The era of Aetherion, the Lonely Ascendant.