In the quiet town of Kuoh, a boy named Issei Hyoudou dreamed of boobs and becoming the harem king. To others, he was nothing more than a hopeless pervert.
What no one knew was that his bloodline forged in the void. Far from his world, in a realm where even gods dared not linger, that bloodline began with a clash that birthed infinity's child… and shattered a dragon's silence.
Deep in the Dimensional Gap, where silence thrived.
No wind stirred in its endless expanse.
No heartbeat echoed.
No gods lingered.
No devils schemed.
No mortal breath dared exist.
It was an ocean of pure absence, infinite and unmoving, a realm where even concepts dissolved into nothingness.
That's why Ophis chose it as her den.
The Ouroboros Drakaina.
The Dragon Who Became Everything and Nothing.
The coil of eternity, mother of the void.
She was born of silence and required nothing else, not hunger, companionship, or purpose.
Only absence.
Only silence.
Only stillness.
It belonged to her.
Until he intruded.
A crimson streak tore through the void, dragging motion and sound into a place that rejected both. Space twisted as a colossal presence forced itself into existence.
Great Red, the Apocalypse Dragon, surged through the Dimensional Gap like a living comet wreathed in flame.
He came bearing dreams.
Dreams created motion.
Motion created sound.
Sound created life.
And life was an affront to silence.
The instant his wings disturbed the void, Ophis emerged.
There was no roar, no blaze, no declaration. Only a shift of darkness rippled outward, swallowing the crimson luminosity like a throat swallowing prey.
They met as dragons aways had.
Not with words.
With violence.
Claws struck flesh.
Void devoured flame.
Space screamed where silence had once ruled.
Their battle echoed the ancient Dragon Laws.
In the age before gods, dragons ruled by instinct alone.
Before angels learned hymns, before devils learned sin, claws wrote history on flesh.
Among their kind existed an ancient law, older than worship or sin.
If the Drakaina triumphed, she claimed the male as her mate. After mating, she devours him to nurture the offspring.
It was not romance.
It was biology.
Conquest ensured supremacy.
She took a vessel.
Consumption erased future challengers.
Great Red didn't submit.
He struck first.
Talons the size of continents carved through Ophis's void form, ignitingher darkness into burning distortion. The Dimensional Gap warped violently, folding and tearing as reality strained beneath their collision.
Ophis didn't roar.
Her jaws closed around his spine, biting through scales and bone. Blood like molten sunlight sprayed heavenlessly.
Great Red thrashed in agony, his roar forcing echoes where none should exist.
Space shattered.
Fragments of broken realities splintered and dissolved beneath their limbs.
Dragons do not announce territory.
They carve it.
Their battle lasted two centuries.
Where Great Red moved, he forced motion upon emptiness.
Where Ophis moved, she devoured motion and returned it to stillness.
Neither yielded.
Among dragons, such a battle was not merely a conflict. It was instinctual courtship, dominance written in both blood and submission.
But Great Red misunderstood her silence.
He believed it was an absence.
For Ophis, silence was her identity.
To steal it was to steal her very being.
As their powers collided in raw fury, something unprecedented occurred.
A spark of creation ignited with destruction.
An egg, formed from Ophis's infinity and Great Red's apocalyptic dreams. The fragile vessel pulsed with potential, a child of chaos cradled in the void.
But even as it formed…
In the shadowed annals of eternity, where gods clashed and realms trembled, the Great War reached its climax. Angels, with their wings of radiant light, Fallen Angels cloaked in defiant shadows, and Devils forged in infernal flames had bled the heavens and earth dry for centuries. But on this fateful day, sometime in the haze of the 14th century, as mortal calendars would later reckon, the unthinkable occurred. Trihexa, the Beast of the Apocalypse, the 666-headed monstrosity whose mere presence warped reality, was finally sealed away.
The sealing was no quiet affair. As the combined might of the Three Factions led by the Biblical God, Azazel, and the Four Great Satans channeled their divine and demonic energies into the ritual, a colossal surge erupted. Waves of raw, chaotic power rippled outward like tsunamis through the fabric of existence. Pantheons across the world shuddered: the Norse gods in Asgard felt their Yggdrasil quake; the Greek deities on Olympus braced against thunderous echoes; even the distant Egyptian and Hindu realms sensed the disturbance, as if the universe itself gasped for breath.
But nowhere was the impact more profound than in the Dimensional Gap, as waves of chaotic energy rippled outward, tearing through dimensions like shockwaves through glass.
The Dimensional Gap shuddered as rifts formed, letting out meteors of ethereal debris.
For the first time since her birth, Ophis started to show emotion as she cradled her egg. She felt a flicker of warmth, an alien ache that stirred her stoic core like a heartbeat defying the void, a fragile spark she never knew she craved.
But the war's relentless waves intensified, shaking the void and threatening to shatter the nest. Great Red, ever the reckless dreamer, saw the danger and acted alone. Without consulting Ophis, he wove a spell of dreams around the egg, shrinking it and sending it through a rift to the mortal realm for safety. "Better there than crushed here," he muttered, his voice laced with uncharacteristic urgency."The kid will be fine away from this storm."
Ophis returned to find the nest empty; the egg's warmth was gone. Her eyes narrowed to slits, the spark of emotion twisting into rage. "Great Red," she hissed, black energy coiling like snakes. "Where is it? Our creation."
The dragon shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Sent it away. The ripples from Trihexa's seal were closing in, figured it'd be safer down there with mortals."
Fury cracked her impassive facade. "You fool! That was ours! My silence, my power stolen by your arrogance!" The Gap trembled as her infinite energy surged, clashing against his dream barriers. She bit him, tasting blood not as a mate, but as a future corpse.
Ophis crushed the emotion within her, devouring it to reclaim silence. She expelled the war's lingering intruders from the Gap, vowing death to Great Red not for dominance, but for the betrayal that proved silence was better than feeling.
From that day, her silence became a weapon; she would weave her snakes through dimensions, building an army of chaos to reclaim what was lost and silence the dreams that betrayed her forever.
Their rivalry hardened into bitter resentment. Great Red watched her dissolve into the void, regret flickering in his eyes. "Yeah… maybe I should've said something."
And in a distant town called Kuoh, the child of infinity slept peacefully.
Waiting.
Until the day his blood awakened.
And the eyes of the void returned to Earth.