The lord of the stars kingdom
A thousand stars shimmered across the vast expanse of the sky, their glow weaving a tapestry of cosmic beauty over the grand celestial hall. Suspended between galaxies, the hall was an architectural marvel,... a structure of swirling nebulae and crystalline stardust, where time itself seemed to stand still. Celestial beings of immeasurable power had gathered, their luminous forms casting a divine radiance over the golden marble floors.
Tonight, the universe bore witness to a grand event, the celestial gathering of the lords, a meeting held once in an age, where the rulers of the cosmic realms came together to maintain the harmony of existence.
Seated on thrones crafted from the very essence of their domains, the lords exuded an aura of sovereignty.
The Lord of the Moon, a figure of ethereal beauty, draped in robes spun from silver moonlight, spoke in a voice as soft as the tides.
"The Earth grows restless," he mused, his pale fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. "Its people look to the night sky with longing, searching for answers they do not yet comprehend."
The Lord of the Sun, whose golden eyes burned like eternal fire, scoffed lightly. "They always do. They worship light when it favors them, but curse it when it scorches their land." His deep voice rumbled like a distant solar flare.
The Lord of Heaven, serene and wise, smiled gently. "Yet, they are remarkable creatures. Fragile, yet enduring. They hold faith in forces they cannot see, believing in the heavens even when we remain silent."
A chuckle echoed through the chamber as the Lord of Hell, draped in robes of swirling darkness, leaned forward. "Faith? Or foolishness?" His crimson gaze glowed with amusement. "They believe in the stars, yet they do not understand the power that governs them. They live and die in mere moments of our time, fighting for things they will not take beyond the grave."
The hall hummed with murmurs of agreement and dissent. Some lords found humanity’s persistence admirable, while others dismissed it as insignificant.
Through it all, Dhruv, the Star Lord, remained silent.
Seated at the highest throne, his presence was both commanding and distant. His robes, woven from the dust of dying stars, shimmered with celestial energy, and his midnight-black hair was crowned with a faint halo of silver light. Unlike the other lords, he did not engage in their conversation; he only listened, his gaze fixed beyond the endless expanse of the celestial halls.
The lords’ words swirled around him like echoes in an empty space. Discussions of Earth, of humans, of faith and foolishness, these were topics they had debated for millennia. The gods had long agreed that their dominion was the heavens, and humans were to remain unaware of their true presence. A law, unbroken for eons.
Yet, something about it felt… incomplete.
Dhruv’s fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne, his thoughts drifting. He had seen the Earth through the eyes of the stars, watched its people evolve, love, suffer, and dream. Their lives were fleeting, yet they burned with an intensity that celestial beings could never truly grasp.
"You have been quiet, Dhruv."
The Lord of the Moon’s voice broke through his thoughts. The other lords turned their gazes toward him, expectant, respectful. Even among them, he was different, above them in ways even they could not deny.
Dhruv’s silver eyes flickered, his expression unreadable. "There is little to say," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "Earth has always been restless. Humans have always searched for meaning in the stars. Nothing has changed."
The Lord of Hell smirked. "And yet, you watch them more than any of us do."
Silence.
It was true, though none dared to say it outright. Dhruv had always observed the human world with a quiet intensity, though
