The space around them rippled like liquid glass as Pluto stepped through the tear in reality, dragging Mera by the wrist. The air in this dimension was thick with cosmic energy — threads of light and shadow wove together endlessly, forming an infinite horizon of stars and ruins that bent under Pluto's will.
Before him, two figures knelt — SUB GODs that carried the blesses of Pluto… they are beings that lives and works in and around the gods realm, also known as EGO ELYSIUM…
(this is also where worthy humans comes to after death, for their after life — and where they stay to find out if they qualify for a reincarnation, tho it's extremely rare, and the unworthy never set foot in Ego Elysium and are never reincarnated)…
sub gods are divine beings that are yet to be made true gods by the All Father, so they are not allowed into the heavens, where the All Father, the true gods, and above resides, except the selected few that carriers the blessings of the true gods they are serving under — just like Kolpa and Demiurge.
Demiurge — tall, expressionless, cloaked in black threads of divine energy — raised his head slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with reverence.
Beside him, Kolpa fidgeted impatiently, sparks of unstable power flickering around him like wild lightning.
"Welcome back, my lord," Demiurge said, his tone measured, precise, unwavering… "The dimensional anchors held as you commanded."
Kolpa smirked, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Took you long enough, master. We've been waiting! And she—" he gestured toward Mera "—she's still breathing? You must really like this one."
Pluto's gaze cut to him — a single, cold glance that froze the sub god mid-laugh. Kolpa lowered his head immediately, trembling.
Pluto turned back to Demiurge.
"How are the preparations for the ritual?" he asked, his voice smooth, almost casual, yet heavy with divine authority.
Demiurge bowed deeper. "The circle is complete, my lord. The catalysts are in place — all that remains is your command."
A faint smile crossed Pluto's lips. "Good. Then the age of false gods will soon end."
Demiurge hesitated, his head still bowed low. The faint hum of power that filled the dimension seemed to still for a moment.
"My lord…" he began, voice quieter than usual — almost reverent…. "Forgive my insolence, but… is it truly wise to proceed? What you intend… it goes beyond the laws even you have bent. If a single thread breaks, if the energy turns against you—"
He swallowed, his divine aura flickering like a dying flame…. "You could be lost… erased from all planes of existence. There would be no coming back."
Kolpa glanced between them, uneasy for once, but said nothing.
Pluto's eyes softened slightly. For a heartbeat, the cold ruler looked almost… human. He turned toward the void, watching the rivers of space twist like veins of light.
"I understand your concern, Demiurge," he said at last, his tone calm, deliberate… "But I have walked the edge of oblivion before. The risk of erasure is a price I have already accepted."
He looked back, the calm replaced by a quiet, terrible certainty….
"If we do nothing, the All-Father's chains remain. If I fall, then let the void take me — but if I succeed…" He raised a hand, and the entire dimension pulsed in response. "Then even fate will kneel."
Demiurge lowered his head further, trembling with reverence and dread. "As you command, my lord….{the space is so thick with soul energy all of a sudden — that is the power of a true god}" Demiurge thought, in awe of the benevolent of Pluto…
Pluto's gaze lingered on the swirling horizon — the dimension pulsing faintly with each breath he took. The silence stretched, heavy, almost sacred, before he finally spoke.
"I've been away from Ego Elysium and the heavens for too long," he murmured….
"By now, the other six would have noticed my absence. Especially her…" His tone darkened at the mention…. "Nous. The god who never sleeps. She'll have pieced it together — my silence, the disturbances in the constellations, the missing fragments of fate — that pest, she is like a plague — my personal curse."
Kolpa frowned, folding his arms…. "So, they'll come looking?"
"They will," Pluto answered softly. "She will".
He turned toward his sub-gods, his cloak whispering across the marble-like floor of the dimensional plane…. "Time is no longer a luxury I can afford. The ritual must be completed before their eyes pierce this place."
Demiurge bowed... "As you command, my lord. But… if I may…" His voice faltered when Pluto's gaze met his, calm but ancient.
"What drives you so far, my lord?" he asked at last, trembling slightly… "You've never spoken of it. You command us with purpose, but we— we've never known the why."
For the first time in eons, Pluto didn't answer immediately. His expression shifted, not to anger, but to something far more fragile — remembrance.
"…You both know of my father," he said quietly. "The first bearer of the cosmic flame, and the true god of wealth."
Kolpa blinked, startled. "You never speak of him."
Pluto's eyes dimmed, reflecting distant stars. "He was everything I aspired to be — strength, mercy, devotion. He carried the heavens on his shoulders, believed in their light more than anyone. When the Dragon Gods rose, he led the vanguard. He fought not for power, but for the lives beneath us."
He clenched his fist, divine energy rippling through the air… "And when the tide turned, when the heavens trembled… the others — the so-called gods — fled. They left him to die buying them time to escape. My father, the greatest of them, abandoned by his own kin."
His voice grew sharper, colder, trembling with controlled fury... "That was the day my faith in the Heavenly Dynasty died. Their light is hollow. Their justice, a farce."
Kolpa's usual smirk vanished, replaced by awe. Demiurge remained utterly still, head bowed.
"I will unmake their order," Pluto declared. "All of it — the gods, the All-Father, the endless chains of fate. I will build a new pantheon, not of hollow divinity, but of truth. With the dragon gods as my own creation, my army, my family. A universe free of false thrones."
For a heartbeat, silence reigned — even the dimension itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then Demiurge whispered, voice trembling with devotion, "Then so be it. Let the heavens burn if it brings your truth to light, my lord."
Kolpa slammed his fist to his chest. "To the end, master. We follow you."
Pluto turned away again, the calm mask returning to his face — but the storm in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
The dimensional floor rippled beneath their feet, forming symbols of radiant gold and black flame — the skeletal outline of a massive ritual circle that spanned miles across the void. Pluto stood at its center, his aura expanding, the stars around him dimming in deference.
Kolpa tilted his head, watching the shifting glyphs. "So this is it? The ritual that'll make even the heavens tremble?"
Pluto gave a faint smile, one that was both teacher and god… "Not just tremble, Kolpa. Rewrite."
He raised his hand, and the glyphs ignited, revealing intricate patterns — codes and sequences that looked more like living veins than symbols.
"The All-Father made sure no one could create a Dragon God again," Pluto began... "He sealed the laws of creation itself, twisting the divine fabric so even a supreme god's energy would collapse if they tried to merge godhood with dragon essence."
He turned his gaze to Mera, who stood silently bound in chains of golden energy, still unconscious.
"To birth a Dragon God," Pluto continued, "one must rewrite the genetic foundation of the greater dragons themselves — make them capable of conceiving a child with any god, regardless of hierarchy or divinity."
Demiurge frowned slightly, processing the depth of it. "That would require infinite divine soul energy. Even gods burn out before reaching such stability."
Pluto nodded. "Exactly. That's why no one has succeeded… until now."
He walked slowly across the glowing runes, his cloak trailing sparks of dark light. "I spent centuries deciphering the remnants of the All-Father's seal — searching through forbidden dimensions, dissecting the echoes of extinct dragons. And finally…"
His eyes flared with triumph. "I found a fracture — a single, microscopic flaw in the divine genome, a loophole he never saw. I used it to weave the first prototype."
Kolpa blinked, realization dawning. "You mean… Mera."
Pluto smiled — not in regret, but in pride. "Twenty human years ago. The island kingdom of Terys was my testing ground. I needed to know if the modification would hold — if the dragon essence could bond with divine soul energy without collapsing."
He looked at Mera as though she were a masterpiece rather than a living thing... "It held. Too well, in fact. Her body couldn't contain the energy's awakening. The surge shattered her mind… and what followed was inevitable."
He gestured absently, as if recalling a fond memory... "The island burned. The sea boiled. An entire kingdom was erased from the maps in less than two nights."
Demiurge lowered his gaze, his loyalty unbroken but his voice heavy. "So you were the cause of the Terys Cataclysm."
Pluto's eyes gleamed with calm certainty. "Cause? No, Demiurge. I was its creator."
Kolpa smirked, admiration and unease mixing in his tone. "You make destruction sound like art."
"To me," Pluto replied, voice steady, "it is."
He turned back toward the pulsating ritual circle, divine energy coursing through his veins like molten light. "And this time, I won't stop at a prototype. The next Dragon God will be born, and it will not destroy. It will obey."
The ritual circle blazed to life, filling the vast chamber with light so bright it bent the edges of space itself. Every symbol pulsed with the rhythm of a heart — the heart of creation itself. Pluto stood at its center, his expression unreadable, while Demiurge and Kolpa took their positions at the outer rings.
"Kolpa," Pluto said calmly, his voice echoing through the dimension. "Place her at the center."
Kolpa nodded, his childish grin gone, replaced by solemn focus. With a flick of his hand, Mera's limp form rose into the air, her dark hair cascading like liquid moonlight. He lowered her gently into the glowing center, where the divine lines converged.
Pluto extended his palm, and a sphere of radiant energy — part golden, part black — formed above it. "Her life force is good enough, but it can be better, I do not want to take any chances… Restoration," he command.
He sent the sphere looking energy into her chest, and the chamber thrummed violently. Energy coursed through Mera's body, lighting every vein with a soft, golden glow. The air trembled; even the sub-gods felt it.
Then, with a gasp, her eyes snapped open.
Mera jolted upright, disoriented. The silver aura around her shifted, and she realized she wasn't in her dragon form — she had taken human form. She touched her skin then concluded with the thought that she most have exhausted her soul energy to a staggering degree.
"W-where… am I?" she whispered, eyes darting around the divine space. Then her gaze met Pluto's.
And everything came flooding back. Their meeting back in her Territory. Their battle. His voice tearing through her mind. The blinding darkness before she fell.
Her body tensed, eyes narrowing. "You."
Pluto didn't move. "You remember."
"I remember enough," she hissed, stepping back. "You invaded my domain. You took me captive. Why am I alive?… What do you want from me?"
Pluto regarded her calmly, as though speaking to a restless child. "I restored your life force. Now, you stand whole — stronger than you have ever been."
She glanced at her hands, feeling the divine pulse within. "Why?"
He took a step forward, the stars behind him flickering in response. "Because you are the key, Mera. The first of a new order. You will conceive the next Dragon Gods — the ones that will reshape this universe."
Her breath caught. Then her fury ignited. "You dare! You think I'd ever let you—"
Energy erupted from her, pure draconic essence cracking the very space of the dimension. The ground beneath her shattered, runes dimming under the weight of her awakening.
Demiurge and Kolpa moved instinctively, but Pluto raised a hand. "Stand down."
Mera lunged, divine claws of black flame tearing through the air. Pluto didn't flinch. Space itself bent around him, warping her strikes harmlessly aside.
She vanished, reappearing behind him — but time stuttered, froze, and reversed in an instant. Pluto appeared behind her instead, his voice calm, unshaken.
"You fight well," he said softly, "but you still do not understand who you're facing."
He raised his hand, and the dimension folded inward. Gravity and time obeyed his will. Mera fell to her knees, crushed under invisible weight, her power trembling against his overwhelming control.
Pluto placed his hand gently on her head — almost tenderly. "Rest now. The ritual begins."
Mera's eyes widened as divine chains bound her in light. The circle beneath her flared, a thousand runes igniting at once, each one pulsating with the rhythm of her soul.
"Commence the sequence," Pluto commanded.
"Yes, my lord," Demiurge and Kolpa replied in unison.
As the first chant echoed, the chamber darkened — stars dimming, reality bending. And in that void of creation and destruction, the birth of a god was set in motion.
The chamber roared with power — the runes blazed like newborn stars, forming rings of fire that spiraled around Mera's body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as divine and draconic energy collided inside her, merging into something the cosmos had never witnessed before.
Pluto stood over her, his hands raised, his expression carved in divine focus. His voice carried through the dimension — an ancient chant older than time itself.
"From void and flame, from god and dragon, let the seal of the All-Father be undone…"
The air cracked, thunder rolled without sound, and for a moment even Demiurge and Kolpa had to shield their eyes. The very laws of existence seemed to unravel.
Then Pluto's aura flickered. His body trembled.
"My lord—!" Demiurge's voice cut through the roaring storm.
Pluto gritted his teeth, golden light pouring from his chest. The energy required was consuming him faster than he'd predicted. His divine soul was being torn apart — burned as fuel for creation itself.
"Keep the circle stable!" he ordered, his tone sharp even as his body faltered. "I won't stop now… not when I'm this close!"
Kolpa's eyes widened. "He's burning his own divine soul energy!… He'll— he'll vanish!"
Demiurge's mind raced — and then he remembered. The contingency. The failsafe his master had hidden deep beneath the dimensional altar.
"My lord," Demiurge said quickly, bowing his head. "The ore!"
Pluto's fading eyes flicked toward him, a weak smirk crossing his lips. "You remember."
Demiurge sprinted across the trembling floor, the space folding and twisting around him. He reached the hidden compartment and retrieved a crystalline ore that pulsed with trapped divine light — each flicker a remnant of fallen gods. The air around it screamed with ancient pain.
He hesitated — for the first time in his existence — as he looked back at Pluto, whose body was cracking with radiant energy.
"My lord… if you take this, it might—"
"Give it to me!" Pluto's voice thundered through the chamber.
Demiurge obeyed, thrusting the ore forward with trembling hands. Pluto grasped it, pressing it to his chest. The ore dissolved instantly, its divine essence rushing into him.
The effect was immediate.
The cracks across his skin sealed, his eyes blazed with renewed brilliance, and the light returned to his face. Power surged — not wild, but controlled. Perfect.
Demiurge exhaled deeply, bowing in relief. "Welcome back, my lord."
Pluto raised his gaze toward the glowing form of Mera. "It's done."
The final seal blazed — a blinding pillar of golden-white light erupted, reaching across the dimension. Mera's body relaxed, the violent storm subsiding. The ritual's hum softened to a steady pulse — the rhythm of a second heartbeat within her.
"She carries it," Pluto whispered, awe and triumph blending in his tone... "A Dragon God will soon be born... my Dragon God, my child. This is the beginning of a new age indeed."
Kolpa grinned, wide-eyed. "You did it! You actually did it!"
But Pluto didn't answer. His victory was interrupted by a tremor — faint at first, then stronger. The dimension quaked violently, its boundaries flickering like broken glass.
Demiurge's head snapped up. "My lord — the dimensional walls are collapsing!"
"What?" Kolpa shouted... "That's impossible! You built this place!"
Pluto's eyes narrowed. "No… not impossible." He turned his gaze upward, where the void split open, revealing a crack of blinding silver light. "They've found us."
The dimension shattered.
Reality bent, twisted, then burst apart — hurling Pluto, Demiurge, Kolpa, and the unconscious Mera across the cosmos. They crashed into a desolate, silent world — barren, empty, yet vibrating with divine tension.
Pluto rose slowly, brushing dust from his cloak, his eyes scanning the horizon.
Then a voice — smooth, cold, ancient — echoed across the wasteland.
"I found you — rouge god?"
That voice. That presence.
Pluto froze, every muscle tightening. His expression darkened into pure loathing. "…Nous."
The air shimmered, and from the horizon stepped the radiant form of the goddess of War, Reasoning and Wisdom.
"I've been watching," Nous said softly. "but it looks like it wasn't close enough."
Pluto's aura flared instantly, divine rage boiling to the surface. "You should have stayed blind."
The empty world trembled beneath the weight of their reunion.