Play 'Hadal Ahbek'
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The divine hall, grand beyond mortal comprehension, hummed with a quiet, expectant tension. It was a rare occasion for gods of such stature to gather like this, and yet, in this moment, their divine eyes were fixed on only one thing—Nyxara.
A ripple of hushed murmurs spread like wildfire through the gathered gods.
Even for those who had lived since the dawn of existence, this scene was beyond expectation.
Nyxara, the celestial enigma, the goddess who had long walked her own path, was kneeling before Zar.
And not in mere respect.
This was something deeper.
Reverence.
Submission not out of fear, but acknowledgment.
Her celestial dress, woven from the very essence of the cosmos, cascaded around her like liquid starlight. The air trembled, as if the divine laws themselves were struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The lesser gods, who lacked the wisdom or power to truly grasp the magnitude of this, cast wary glances at one another.
The greater gods, whose presence alone could shake the fabric of reality, remained silent.
But their eyes?
Their eyes watched.
Scrutinizing. Calculating. Weighing.
Nyxara, however, paid them no mind.
She only knelt before Zar, her gaze unwavering, her voice steady despite the monumental weight of her words.
"My Lord," she began, the sound a melody of celestial grace and absolute devotion. "I offer myself to whatever punishment you deem fit—for my failure to present myself when you first arrived."
The moment froze.
As if time itself hesitated, waiting for Zar's response.
The very fabric of the divine realm tightened, as though straining beneath the sheer weight of her words.
Even the gods, who had been silently observing, now turned their full attention toward the unfolding scene.
Nyxara, the Goddess of Starlit Eternity, had abandoned the divine realms long ago.
And now—without hesitation, without resistance—she had knelt before Zar.
Zar, lounging far too casually on his throne, simply blinked.
Then he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly.
"…Punishment?"
A beat of silence.
Nyxara's head remained lowered.
"Yes, my Lord."
Zar frowned, looking genuinely confused. "For what?"
She raised her head slightly, her cosmic gaze meeting his. "For not being present when you first arrived."
Zar stared.
Then, after a moment—
A slow, deliberate blink.
"…When did I ever say I expected anyone to be there?"
Nyxara, for the first time, hesitated.
"But—"
Zar waved a hand lazily. "No, no, I get it. You're dramatic. But I never actually asked anyone to be waiting for me."
Nyxara's celestial expression barely changed—but a flicker of something undeniably stubborn passed through her gaze.
"…That does not matter. It was my duty."
Zar sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Alright, look, if you wanna argue about it, then let's just say I already gave you your punishment."
Nyxara blinked.
"…When?"
Zar smirked.
Nyxara's celestial mind raced.
Then—
Her eyes widened.
Before she could say a word, Vaelora suddenly stepped forward.
She hesitated.
Her fingers tensed, her celestial form quivering ever so slightly in the presence of what she was about to reveal.
Finally—she gritted her teeth.
And then, carefully, she spoke.
"Master…" Her voice was controlled, but there was an undeniable tremor beneath it. "…Forgive my interruption. But—" she paused, inhaling sharply, "I cannot feel any past connection between Nyxara and this Multiverse."
The entire hall stilled.
It was like reality itself had stopped breathing.
A ripple of pure shock ran through the gathered gods.
The lesser gods, though unaware of the true significance, shrank back at the palpable tension.
But the main gods?
Their divine gazes snapped toward Nyxara in utter disbelief.
Because what Vaelora had just said—
Should not be possible.
Ever.
Every god, regardless of their domain, was eternally bound to the fabric of their Multiverse.
The only known way to sever that connection…
Was to imprison them in the Vault of Eternal Confinement.
And Nyxara had never been imprisoned.
Yet—
Her past connection was gone.
Every god present felt an unnatural weight settle over them.
And in the middle of it all—
Zar was just sitting there.
Completely calm.
And then, as if this entire situation was nothing worth fussing over, he said—
"Oh, that? Yeah, that was part of her punishment."
The words, spoken so casually, hit the divine hall like a detonation.
The gods, regardless of their rank, stiffened.
Vaelora, in particular, froze.
Her mind, an endless weave of Fate and Destiny, strained to make sense of the impossibility before her.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"…Master."
She forced herself to meet his gaze.
"What… exactly did you do?"
Before Zar could respond—
A deep, measured voice cut through the silence.
Ignis. The God of Cosmic Flames. Humble, yet unyielding.
He lowered his head slightly, showing his deep respect—but his curiosity was undeniable.
"If I may ask, Lord Zar… What punishment did you give to Nyxara?"
Zar leaned back, eyes flicking lazily toward Ignis.
Then, in the most casual, offhand tone possible, he said—
"Nothing much. I just erased her from existence."
Silence.
Pure, unfiltered silence.
If the hall had stilled before—now it had collapsed into absolute stillness.
Every god, regardless of power, froze.
Even time itself seemed to halt, as if it, too, needed a moment to process what had just been said.
Zar, meanwhile, was completely relaxed.
Only two gods remained unfazed.
Nyxara.
And Eterna.
The rest?
Their minds were in utter chaos.
Aetherion. Ignis. Vaelora. Zephiron. Noctis.
All five of them—beings who had stood at the absolute pinnacle of divine existence for eons—
Spoke at the same time.
"WHAT!?"
The sheer force of their reaction try to shook the divine hall itself but didn't succeed.
Zar, unfazed, simply tilted his head.
"…What?"
Their divine eyes burned with disbelief.
Aetherion, his composed nature nearly shattered, forced himself to speak.
"Y-You…" He exhaled sharply. "Erased her from existence!?"
Zar raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Ignis, the ever-calm, visibly struggled. "But… she's right here."
Zar waved lazily. "Yeah, I resurrected her."
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT!?"
Zar sighed, stretching his arms above his head.
"You guys are acting like it's a big deal."
The gods, their minds spiraling, couldn't decide if they were more horrified, confused, or awestruck.
Nyxara, meanwhile, simply smiled.
And Eterna?
She just chuckled.