Creation Of All Things

Celestial Plane

The realm shuddered.

Not from battle.

Not yet.

From presence.

One by one, the sky peeled open—like seams across the fabric of divinity—and the true gods stepped in.

First came Oron, tall and barefoot, his cloak trailing infinite realities. As he entered, the floor beneath him rearranged itself—hierarchy reacting to its architect. With a single nod, every pillar of Order bowed slightly.

Next was Selira, her body humming with the language of creation. Symbols flowed across her skin like tides—runes that morphed as she breathed. As she walked, the mirrored marble changed—reflecting potential futures she had already dismissed.

Then Irivelle arrived in a cold wind that made even the godlight dim. Her eyes shimmered like frozen moons, and her silence cracked the air like frostbite. Where she stood, time slowed… then stilled.

A burst of heat tore across the hall as Rouk landed with a snarl. Horned, beastly, jaw twitching with unspent hunger. He said nothing. But the floor beneath him bled steam.

And more.

Dozens.

The sky didn't just open—it spilled.

Gods without names mortals could speak. Deities who represented ideas that had no form. Stars that had learned to walk.

And they all came to one place.

The throne.

Mael stood waiting, eyes gleaming, threads still pulsing from his fingers, linking him to the replacements below.

"Welcome," he said, arms spreading slightly. "To the final order."

Adam didn't move.

Alfred stood at his side, flames low but coiled.

Aurora narrowed her eyes, scanning the divine crowd.

Joshua kept a hand on his blade. Alice muttered under her breath. Aria closed her eyes and tried not to let her heartbeat betray her.

Vael, behind them all, muttered to himself. "Yeah, okay. Definitely didn't sign up for this."

Selira was the first to speak.

Her voice came gently—like knowledge dipped in concern.

"Adam Dhark… you're not a god."

A pause.

Not a whisper in the realm.

Even Mael didn't speak.

Only Adam.

"Never said I was."

Oron chuckled low. "Yet you walk like one. Talk like one. Command like one. You make choices that shift cosmic balance—and you wear no crest."

"I don't need one," Adam said simply.

Selira's eyes sharpened. "That's the problem."

Irivelle tilted her head, frost forming in her hair. "You exist outside the hierarchy. Unbound. Unchained. That makes you a threat to all of us."

Alfred stepped forward slightly. "He's done more for the balance than any of you."

"Balance?" Oron snapped. "You mean tearing holes in timelines? Uplifting mortals into legends? Destroying constructs we took eons to prepare just to keep the realms intact?"

He pointed to the throne hall behind them—where the replacements still knelt in silent worship.

"You broke this," he said, eyes cold. "You made him desperate."

He gestured to Mael.

Mael didn't flinch.

Didn't argue.

He simply waited.

Selira's voice cut next. "We agreed long ago—no god should interfere directly with mortal fate. And yet… Adam shaped not just fate—but meaning. His love. His war. His defiance. They inspired deviation across seven planes."

Irivelle's eyes dimmed further. "You made mortals think they could challenge us."

Aurora stepped forward. "So you're mad because he gave people hope?"

Rouk growled. "No. We're mad because he made them dangerous."

The ground rumbled as dozens of gods took slow, collective steps closer. Not attacking. Just surrounding.

Encircling.

Selira's tone was almost pitying.

"You were born human, Adam. We respect that. But now you've climbed too far, too fast. And without chains."

Oron narrowed his gaze. "You're not ascending. You're infecting."

Aria's lips parted. "…He's not a virus."

Mael finally raised a hand.

The others paused.

Let him speak.

He turned to Adam.

"You are anomaly incarnate," Mael said calmly. "You gave mortals a reason to reject divine rule. You shattered the silence we spent eternity building. You walk into our sanctum… and you bring chaos. Always chaos."

He took a breath.

"Even now, I don't hate you. But I do pity you. Because you actually believe you're still in control."

Adam's aura flared slightly.

Not violently.

Not loud.

But final.

"Control is an illusion," he said. "And you've clung to it for too long."

Selira frowned. "Even now, you speak like a god."

"No," Adam said. "I speak like a man who remembers what need feels like."

Oron's eyes glinted. "Then you'll remember how helpless it feels to lose everything."

A single beam of divine light fell from the sky.

And a cage began to descend.

Glowing with law. Etched with ancient truths. A prison designed to hold gods, kings, monsters.

But Adam didn't flinch.

Instead—

Alfred laughed.

"Y'all think that can hold him?"

Selira looked at Alfred. "Even your fire bends to divine law."

Alfred's grin sharpened. "Only when I let it."

He stepped beside Adam, unsheathing Infernastra, the blade humming with living flame.

Aurora moved beside him, light radiating from her palms.

Joshua's blade was already drawn.

Alice had a throwing knife flickering with lightning.

Even Vael cracked his knuckles with a shaky grin. "Guess we're doing this."

Rouk growled. "You dare raise blades against the divine?"

Adam looked at them all—every god. Every throne.

Every false truth.

Then at Mael.

And simply said:

"If I'm the fracture… then maybe the system needs to break."

The divine cage finished descending.

The hall glowed.

A war was seconds from erupting.

"I'm going to have so much fun when I kill you all," Adam said, voice low and sharp like broken glass. "Pathetic gods."

He raised his hand—

A portal cracked open beside him.

Wraith stepped out first, his presence enough to make the divine light dim.

Then came Krozar, dragging shadow like a wound that never healed.

The air twisted again as a second tear split open—

And Kael'Thar stepped through, his size shaking the throne hall with every breath.

Adam smiled.

"You brought gods," he said.

He spread his arms wide, golden energy crackling around him.

"I brought god killers."

A/N

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