"Little mortal, welcome to the Formless Absolute Eternal Void, "said the mysterious Man as he dragged Michael onto the ground, despite Michael's screams of pain he didn't listen to reason
The more they walked, the number of skulls varying in sizes and shapes increased; Michael, who had never slaughtered a chicken in his life, began to ...feel an overwhelming dread settle into his chest.
The sheer magnitude of death surrounding him was suffocating. Skulls of countless creatures, some humanoid, others completely alien, stared back at him with hollow sockets, a silent testimony to their eternal torment.
Michael's screams turned to pleading. "Please... whoever you are, stop this! I don't belong here!"
The mysterious Man simply ignored his requests, and after what felt like a millennium, they appeared near an altar; the altar was empty, but it had a unique mark etched into its surface.
The mark was a masterpiece of intricate symbolism, its design radiating an aura of profound depth and purpose. A labyrinthine spiral originated from the center, unfurling in elegant, endless loops, drawing the eye toward its enigmatic core.
This spiral represented the Abyss, the ultimate end of all things, embodying the principles of Nothingness, Null, and The End.
It was a stark reminder of the void's inevitability, a symbol of the infinite, unrelenting pull of cessation where everything finite dissolves into the eternal emptiness.
At the heart of this spiral stood an Ankh, its form imbued with a sense of incomprehensible mystery.
The Ankh was no mere representation of life or death but a bridge between finite existence, infinite realms, and the incomprehensible expanse of eternity.
It symbolized the fundamental complexity of existence, where paradoxes intertwined and eternal truths folded endlessly into one another.
This central element radiated an aura of enigmatic harmony, a beacon of the eternal that connected all things, revealing glimpses of truths far beyond mortal understanding.
Encircling the Ankh were two serpents, their sleek bodies entwined and their mouths consuming the Ankh itself. These serpents embodied the dual nature of greed, a paradox of beauty and destruction.
Their graceful forms, adorned with hypnotic patterns, were a testament to the seductive allure of desire.
Yet their act of devouring, with an insatiable hunger and relentless drive, reflected the ironic futility of greed—a force that consumes all but remains forever unfulfilled.
The serpents' elegance was a cruel mockery of their destructive nature, a vivid reminder of how greed's charm can tempt individuals down a path of ruin, cloaked in the deceptive guise of beauty and grace.
"Ohhhh, Great Creator I come in silence" the Man began, his voice heavy with reverence and madness, "The Shatterer of Infinity, The Eternal Architect of Paradoxes,
The Abyssal Flame that Burns Eternity, The Weaver of Cosmic Despair, The Silent Witness of Creation's Collapse, The Serpent of All-Consuming Truths, The Shadow Crowned in Radiant Blasphemy. Your servant greets you."
The mysterious Man bit his thumb, the sharp pain fleeting as golden maroon blood welled from the wound. With a deliberate motion, he allowed a single drop to fall onto the altar.
The drop landed with a soft, reverberating thud, and in that moment, the very air seemed to still, as though the void itself held its breath.
The blood sank into the altar's surface, tracing the ancient symbols with eerie precision, its glow flickering faintly as it merged with the mark's intricate design.
As the drop of blood absorbed into the altar, a faint hum began to reverberate through the ground, and the labyrinthine spiral of the mark seemed to pulse, its patterns shifting, as if reacting to the sacred offering.
The surrounding space twisted subtly, and shadows stretched unnaturally, their forms becoming distorted and ethereal. The eerie silence was broken only by the faint crackling sound of energy gathering in the air, a prelude to something far greater unfolding.
*Rumble Rumble Rumble Rumble Rumble*
Six towering pillars, each etched with intricate, dragon-like patterns, slowly rose from the ground. The pillars seemed to breathe with a life of their own, the air thickening as their massive forms ascended.
They were bound by countless chains, their links impossibly large, their weight so overwhelming that even the force of the galaxy would pale in comparison to a single one of these chains.
Each link shimmered with a dark, ominous glow, radiating an aura of immense power that threatened to crush all that came near.
At the center of this foreboding space, surrounded by these towering pillars, there lay a young man, completely encased within the coils of these enormous chains.
The chains wound tightly around his form, wrapping him in a suffocating embrace that obscured his body, leaving only a vague silhouette beneath the oppressive metal. The weight of the chains seemed to keep him bound in place, a prisoner of forces far beyond mortal comprehension.
Yet, even in this confinement, there was an undeniable presence about him — a quiet strength that seemed to ripple through the air, as if the young man, though restrained, was still a force to be reckoned with.
"Vincent leave us be, this task was meant for Sebastian but the outcome is all that matters," said the young man as he began to open his eye lids and golden neon eyes were revealed.
"As you wish Lord Abaddon" The mysterious Man Vincent, instantly vanished as he received his orders
Michael who was enchanted by the Young man's beauty felt a force that made him levitate toward Abaddon
"Michael Kors an orphan, coward, freedom seeker, and a survivor," said Abaddon as he looked into Michael's eyes, seeing the fear in Michael's eyes he seized his teasing
" What are you surprised "
"Are.. you a GOD" Inquired Michael with a stutter, the flow of events leading to this point was still confusing to him
"Some have called me a Buddha, others a demon emperor, a devil," Abaddon muttered, his voice dripping with contempt, as though he were tasting the words, savoring their emptiness.
"I've been given countless names, countless titles, but in the end, they're all just labels. Nothing more. I am not a GOD.
No, that's a hollow word—anyone can become one, through power, deceit, or circumstance. It's all meaningless, transient, like a fleeting dream that vanishes the moment you awaken."
His eyes, distant and cold, gazed into the nothingness around them. "I used to slay Gods for fun. Not for power, not for purpose. Just because I could. Because the act of destruction was the only thing left that didn't bore me."
"Ca-Can I ask you a question, Lord Abaddon?" Michael stammered, his voice shaking with terror. His words were barely a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might provoke something far worse.
His body trembled, instinctively recoiling from the mere presence of the enigmatic entity. Every fiber of his being screamed to run, but he was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by a fear he couldn't escape. "I-I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to... It's just... w-what... what am I doing here ?"
"Well, you were supposed to wander the void until you cease to exist, but since you're from Earth, I pitied you," Abaddon said, his voice oozing a dark amusement.
"You and I have some similarities. You died running away from an obsessive lover, and I... I was imprisoned by the PRIMAL GODS, the TRIBUNALS, THE BEYONDERS, and the Darkama of my lover, Castiel... so yeah." He chuckled, the sound low and guttural, each syllable dripping with malice.
The laughter slid through the air like ice, creeping down Michael's spine, leaving a trail of cold dread in its wake. The weight of the words, the unspoken truths beneath them, hung in the air like a suffocating cloud. Michael's heart raced, his body frozen, as the dark depth of Abaddon's presence threatened to consume him whole.
"Tell you what let's make a deal Michael"
"A deal of what" replied Michael with a tone of confusion and curiosity
"You have always yearned for a family and I can make that happen.
I will make you reincarnate naturally while freeing you from the will of the world what do you think" said Abaddon with a tempting smile
"Ok.. continue but why me"
"Here's the thing," Abaddon said, his voice growing darker as he spoke of his past attempts. "I've made countless deals before, Michael. Deals with those who thought they could transcend the boundaries of their existence.
I've dealt with and created regressors, people who tried to turn back time, erase their mistakes, and relive their lives with the knowledge they gained from their previous worlds.
I've crafted Systems for them, laid out paths for them to follow, offering them everything they could dream of—power, influence, the ability to reshape their destinies."
He paused for a moment, his eyes cold as he stared into the emptiness. "I gave transmigrators the ability to reign over realms, to bend time and space to their whims. I granted them the power to create, to destroy, to reign as Gods.
I allowed them to ascend to heights that would make even the greatest forces tremble in awe. But they all failed me, Michael. Every single one of them.
Their desires were hollow and fleeting, and they lacked what was necessary to truly wield such power. They didn't understand the weight of it. They didn't understand the forces they were tampering with."
Abaddon's voice grew more sinister, his eyes locking onto Michael's. "I even gave one the power to consume entire galaxies, to crush stars beneath their feet, to hold the fate of billions in their hands. And yet, they, too, failed. They faltered, and the consequences were far greater than they could ever imagine."
"I see, but if you are so powerful why can't you do what you asked them to do yourself "inquired Michael with a humble tone trying to not sound rude, he assumed that this entity lied to impress him but it was wise to cautious
"Firstly I do not lie I mean why should I do something so beneath myself, Lies are tools for the weak
"Secondly," Abaddon continued, his voice growing even colder, "my direct influence on things is very limited. The chains that bind me, the seals that keep me imprisoned, they restrict my power in ways that would make most tremble.
But the same cannot be said about my indirect influence. My reach, though constrained in one way, extends far beyond what others perceive. I can pull the strings without ever being seen, shaping fates, manipulating the course of events from the shadows."
He leaned forward, his gaze never leaving Michael, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "The reason I am choosing you, Michael, is simple—you are not a failure, nor are you exceptional.
You are an average man who exists without purpose, without grand designs or delusions of meaning. And that is precisely why you are perfect. You are honest in your insignificance
You are not special. You have no grand lineage, no hidden potential waiting to be unlocked.
You are not destined for greatness. You are an ordinary mortal, bound by the same limitations as the rest of your kind. And yet, it is precisely because of this that I have chosen you."
Abaddon's lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile. "You Michael Kors, have the will to live. To fight against the inevitable, to resist the crushing weight of a world that would have you submit.
That insignificant thing—that desperate desire to escape, to live on your terms—that is what makes you special."
He let the words hang in the air, the silence heavy with meaning. "In the end, it is not those who are gifted or powerful that matter. It is those who refuse to surrender to the forces that would break them.
You, Michael, may not be special in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, your defiance makes you more than what you are. It makes you the one I can mold into something far greater, far more dangerous, than anything you could ever imagine."
"Ok I see what do you need me to do" said Michael as he looked at Abaddon, what Abaddon offered was better than ceasing to Exist
"Ok, I will grant you an innate ability...no, in fact, one of My Authorities.. which one though.... , Ahh yes this one
Authority: The Final End/Nagorth
"The Final End," an Authority birthed from the essence of absolute finality, brings closure to all that exists.
This power signifies the inescapable truth that every entity, every concept, and every phenomenon must face its conclusion. It defies the constructs of time, space, and causality, reaching into the deepest recesses of existence to impose its immutable law.
This Authority obliterates all forms of resilience and immunities against death.
Immortality, reincarnation, resurrection, and timelines of escape become futile under its grasp.
If a mere fragment of one's existence, such as a clone or avatar, falls before it, the true self and all corresponding threads across dimensions and parallel universes are irrevocably severed.
No bloodline, soul, or essence tied to the slain may persist, ensuring an unrelenting annihilation that transcends all defenses.
Even time itself cannot undo its decree; those struck by its power are forever denied regression or restoration. At its pinnacle, this Authority grants You the ability to rewrite existence with the edict of a permanent and inescapable end
What do you think" said Abaddon with a smile, it wasn't something that made Michael an insane genius but it was more than enough
"I accept," said Michael with a nod and a tone of excitement
"What do you need me to do and what are the drawbacks of That Authority"
"You will be reborn into a mortal plane where they follow the Heavenly Sequence and pathways—a realm of cultivators governed by the heavens, the Heavenly Dao, and the so-called Supreme Will," Abaddon declared, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's so insignificant that I cannot even remember its name but heed this warning: beware of it.
Your duty is to collect the Three Embers of $@$#@. Mxm... You are still a lower existence, so you can't understand me. Regardless, you will have to kill Amun Ra and others when you ascend to the Immortal or Celestial Plane, though their identities are ultimately irrelevant."
With a single blink of Abaddon's abyssal eyes, Michael vanished, his form swept into the endless cycle of reincarnation.
"Vincent."
"Yes, your Eminence," Vincent answered immediately, appearing in an instant, kneeling with reverence.
"The girl, Celine," Abaddon commanded while closing his eyes. "Ensure she also enters the cycle of reincarnation. Enhance her soul to the point where she retains her memories, as I did with Michael. You know the rest."
As his words echoed through the Formless Absolute Eternal Void, Abaddon closed his eyes and descended into the altar, his form consumed by the void until only silence remained.
Thus, the cycle of fate turned once more