Around a million years ago, the day Maruti swallowed the sun in one gulp, the entire universe had been thrown into chaos. Stars trembled, the cosmic rivers shook, and darkness stretched endlessly. Somehow, with the help of Jörmungandr, the great serpent, the balance was restored, and the catastrophe was held back.
Seven long years passed after that. During those years, nothing too remarkable happened. The cosmos moved as it always did, calm and silent, like it had forgotten the disaster. But then, one day, near the great cosmic river, the peace shattered.
Strange, heavy vibrations rippled through the universe. Thunder-like bursts of cosmic lightning scattered in every direction, bright enough to tear the void apart. The energy was so overwhelming it felt as though an apocalypse was descending upon everything. And, in truth, it was no less than that.
Because at that very moment, one of the three great existences was dying—Brahma.
The three-headed creator looked weary and pale, his once radiant faces turning dull. The pink lotus he had always floated upon began to wither, its petals falling away like tears. His body, fragile and dim, started to sink into the dark abyss of the universe. Before he could fall, Vishnu rushed forward and caught him, holding him in silence. Vishnu's calm expression showed he already understood—this was something no one could stop.
"Why is this happening?" Shiva asked, his deep voice trembling slightly. His sharp eyes, usually so fierce, now carried nothing but worry.
Brahma gave a long sigh, his voice soft but steady. "We are the will of nature. My duty was creation, Vishnu's is to preserve and govern, and yours is to destroy. These are the purposes we were born with. But now, the universe has reached a state where it can create life, powers, and wonders on its own. It doesn't need me anymore. And so… there is no reason for me to live."
He let out a dry, tired chuckle, his gaze turning toward Shiva. "Heh… no one is immortal. Not even us. When there's nothing left to protect, Vishnu will fade. When there's nothing left to destroy, you will too. One day, we all must face the end."
Shiva's jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist. But he didn't speak. Deep inside, he already knew Brahma's words were true.
Brahma slowly turned his fading face toward Vishnu and smiled faintly. "It's time to let me go. Do not grieve—I am not vanishing. We three were always one, only separated into three bodies. We are the forces of nature itself. One day, when the time comes to create, protect, or destroy again, we will be reborn in new forms. The only regret… is that we will have no memory of what we once were."
Vishnu's eyes softened. He nodded slowly, though his hands hesitated for a moment. Finally, with a heavy heart, he released Brahma.
The instant he did, Brahma's body began to crack apart like fragile glass. From within him, radiant translucent light poured out, bursting into countless butterflies that spread across the universe like shining stars scattered in the dark.
As the last of his body turned into light, Brahma's voice lingered in the air, calm and gentle. "It is the circle of inevitability after all…"
And then, he was gone.
The moment Brahma died, before his body could completely disappear into light, something strange slipped out from deep within him.
It was a pitch-black spider with six glowing red eyes. Its presence was heavy and terrifying, carrying a pressure that could crush even gods. Without any doubt, this was no ordinary creature—it was the Divine Rank Essence Stone, Fate.
Normally, when someone died, their essence stones would stay inside the body for days or even weeks. If the body vanished, the stones would also break and disappear. But Fate was different. It wasn't a stone that could be contained inside a body forever. It was more like a storage-type essence stone, one that could hold things, but user has to carry it around.
Brahma had not given it to anyone. And so, when he died, it was released.
Since it was Brahma's essence stone, Without him it was not in it's optimum condition too.
The black spider trembled, cracks spreading across its body like glass about to shatter. The six glowing red eyes flickered wildly as if trying to hold on. But the body of Fate was breaking apart.
"No!" Shiva's deep voice roared across the void. He stretched out his hand, his power flaring in panic.
But before he could touch it, Vishnu's calm hand caught his wrist. "Let it be," Vishnu said, his voice steady like the eternal ocean. "If this is happening, then there is a reason. Brahma foresaw his death. If he had wished for us—or any other deity—to inherit Fate, he would have given it. Since he did not, it means this outcome is what he wanted."
Shiva's eyes were distant, but when he looked into Vishnu's calm gaze, he faltered. Slowly, with a deep sigh, he lowered his hand.
The black spider shattered completely. Its dark body dissolved into nothingness, vanishing like smoke in the wind.
But the six glowing red eyes burst free, turning into ruby-like fragments. They streaked through the void like meteors, shooting down towards the mortal world—towards Earth. In a flash, they vanished, each piece scattering into different corners of the world.
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Meanwhile, on Earth, it was night time, in the grand royal palace of Queen Seraphine, a court session was underway.
The queen sat tall on her throne, silver crown shining faintly under the torches. Her eyes were calm but sharp as she listened to the disputes brought before her. This time it was a matter of wages and product costs between merchants. She listened carefully to both sides, studied the statements and proofs, and finally made her judgment with a clear, firm voice.
"Next," she commanded.
At once, the guards brought in an old couple, their faces stained with tears, followed by a man in a strange priestly robe. The couple fell to their knees, weeping. Behind them, soldiers pushed the priest forward.
"My lady," one guard spoke with his head bowed, "in the name of purification, this priest—this… unstable man—killed their daughter by choking her to death. He claims his mind was corrupted by the blood moon last night. Some villagers still believe him and say he is innocent"
The old couple wailed louder, clutching each other.
The priest scratched his head wildly, his nails digging into his scalp. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice crazed. "Yes, my lady! I cannot think straight! My thoughts are poisoned with malice! I did not know what I was doing!"
Hearing his words, Seraphine's lips twitched with fury. Her face turned cold and sharp. "You bastard—" she began, her voice shaking with anger.
But suddenly, before she could continue, agony tore through her body.
Her chest tightened as if a thousand blades pierced her heart. Fire raced through her veins, and her skull felt like it was being split apart with a burning rod. She trembled violently, her body threatening to collapse.
"What is this? Am I… dying? So sudden...." she thought in shock, clutching her chest, her crown tilting slightly as her knees almost gave way.
But with sheer willpower, she forced herself to stay upright on her throne, her breathing heavy and uneven.
Then, like a whisper from the universe itself, knowledge poured into her mind. It wasn't words, not in any language she knew, but she understood them instantly, as though her soul was being spoken to directly.
"Survive the madness. Leave behind your mortal body. Dive into the cosmic river… and become a god."
Her eyes widened, her lips trembling. The pain raged inside her, but her heart pounded with a new realization. She didn't know why or how, but she understood the truth.
She was about to ascend. She was going to become a deity.
The guards noticed sweat dripping down Seraphine's forehead and quickly stepped forward.
"My lady, is something the matter?" one of them asked, worry clear in his voice.
Seraphine clenched her hands tightly but forced herself to sit straight. Her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp. "No. Nothing," she said firmly, shaking her head. Even though her whole body was screaming in pain, she refused to show weakness. She looked straight ahead at the priest and gave her command.
"Organize a public execution. Choke him to death before everyone's eyes!"
The old couple burst into tears of joy, falling to the ground in gratitude. Their faces were wet with relief. The priest, however, collapsed to his knees, shaking his head wildly.
"No… no, no, no! I told you, I'm innocent, my lady!" he shouted, his voice filled with both fear and rage.
His hands flew up, clawing at his head even more violently than before. His nails dug into his scalp until blood streamed down his face. He scratched his own cheeks too, ripping skin until red streaks covered his face. Then he suddenly lifted his head, and everyone froze.
His eyes had turned completely red—both iris and sclera glowing like blood. His nails had stretched long and sharp, like claws.
"I'll kill you, my lady!" he roared, his mouth opening impossibly wide, far beyond what any human jaw could do. His teeth gleamed sharp and feral.
With a sudden burst of strength, he snapped his chains like they were nothing and lunged at Seraphine, aiming to sink his teeth into her throat.
Gasps and screams filled the hall. Guards reached for their weapons, but the priest was already too close.
Seraphine didn't flinch. Her hand shot out like lightning, grabbing him by the neck mid-air. With terrifying force, she slammed him face-first into the ground. The impact was so powerful that the floor cracked, and his head was smashed into a bloody mess.
The hall went silent.
"What… what happened to him? Where did that strength come from?" Seraphine thought, her brows furrowed. But the moment she tried to think deeper, stabbing pain struck her head, making her bite her lip in frustration.
Before anyone could react, the guards gasped loudly.
"My lady… look!" one shouted.
The priest's body twitched. His crushed skull began reshaping itself. Bone and flesh regenerated in seconds, like a nightmare unfolding before their eyes. Slowly, he stood up again, his mouth opening in an eerie grin.
Seraphine's eyes narrowed. "Regenerating… without healing?"
Without hesitation, she stabbed him through the chest. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood spilled, but the priest only roared louder and continued healing.
Then, with frightening speed, he turned away from her and rushed at the crying old couple. Before the guards could stop him, he sank his teeth deep into their necks. Blood poured out as he sucked greedily, the couple screaming in terror.
"A-a monster!" a guard shouted in panic, his voice trembling.
Seraphine's eyes widened, and anger surged through her veins. She didn't waste another second. With a sharp motion, she unsheathed her sword. Her body blurred as she moved faster than anyone could follow.
"Enough!"
Her blade flashed again and again, slicing the priest into dozens of pieces. Flesh and blood scattered, and finally—he stopped moving. His body lay butchered across the hall, silent at last.
"Huff… huff…" Seraphine panted, her sword trembling slightly in her hand. She frowned, surprised at herself. "I'm… exhausted already?" she thought bitterly. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she looked at the corpse with shock.
Her gaze turned distant, her mind racing. "That man… it's just like the old stories. A blood-sucking monster. A… vampire."
Her heart tightened. Without wasting even a single breath, she rushed out of the hall, her long dress fluttering behind her. Her feet carried her straight to the palace balcony on the second floor. She gripped the railing tightly, her eyes searching, filled with urgent worry.
She had to see her three sons.
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To be honest I thought I would add these history lessons peice by peice but now I'm thinking that let's just end it once and for all.
Just suffer the history lessons one time and there won't be another one and if there be, It's Either one or half chapter only or someone's back story instead.
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