SCENE 1: THE ASCENT TO OLYMPUS
Planet Earth
The Sacred Peaks of Mount Olympus
"I finally reached Olympus," Yoton muttered to himself, his voice a gravelly rasp, "after years of searching... years of struggle, bloodshed, and pain." His golden eyes, dulled by the fractures in his soul, scanned the celestial fortress before him. The bodies of fallen demigods, titans, and even lesser deities littered the path behind him-each one a testament to his desperation. "I slaughtered kings, broke armies, and toppled empires... all for this moment. And yet..."
His jaw tightened as the massive gates before him remained sealed. The gods had heard his plea. They had watched his suffering. And still, they denied him.
A shadow moved beyond the golden bars. Then another. The Olympian sentinels, clad in armor forged from starlight, stepped forward, their spears leveled at his throat. Behind them, a figure emerged-taller, broader, his very aura radiating violence barely restrained.
Ares, God of War.
"Yoton," Ares growled, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "We've been watching you since your fall into our planet. We know what you seek. And we cannot help you."
Yoton's lips curled into a snarl. "You knew?" The words dripped with venom. "All these years, I've scoured this damned world for a way to heal my soul-to return to my throne, my people, my love-and you watched. You let me bleed. You let me break." His voice rose, shaking the very foundations of the mountain. "And now, after everything, your only answer is to turn me away?"
Ares' fingers twitched, his knuckles whitening. "Zeus cannot help you, Ruler. None of us can. So I'll ask once more: Leave."
Yoton smirked, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes. "If you want me gone, little god, then bring me Zeus. Now."
Ares' patience shattered. His fists clenched, the air around him warping with barely contained fury. "I'm done asking." The ground trembled as his divine aura erupted. "If you refuse to leave in peace... then I'll drag you out by your bones."
Yoton's smile widened. "Fine by me. Show me what the God of War is truly made of."
With a roar, Ares raised his hand-a silent command. From the shadows, a legion of golden-armored warriors surged forward, their weapons gleaming with celestial fire. But before the first blade could find its mark, Yoton moved.
A pulse. A shockwave.
The warriors exploded backward, their bodies crumpling like paper against an invisible force. The very air itself screamed as Yoton unleashed the Breath of Calamity-a spell older than the gods, a relic of the primordial dark. The blast tore through Olympus' defenses, reducing marble pillars to dust and sending divine soldiers spiraling into the abyss.
Ares' eyes widened-not in fear, but in exhilaration. "Pathetic," Yoton spat, watching the smoke clear. "Weak. All of them." He turned his gaze to Ares, mocking. "You trained them, little god. If they're weak... then so are you."
Ares' fury ignited. His muscles bulged, veins throbbing beneath his skin as he bared his teeth. "I'm going to break you so thoroughly, you'll beg for death."
Yoton laughed-a sound like cracking glaciers. "I am a Ruler. A being who walked the cosmos before your pantheon was even a thought. Even with a fractured soul... you are nothing to me."
Ares didn't wait. He lunged.
The first collision shook the heavens. Fist met fist in a cataclysm of force, the shockwave ripping through the clouds. Blow after blow, they traded attacks that would have leveled continents-Ares' divine strength against Yoton's ancient, monstrous power. The mountain itself groaned beneath them, fissures splitting the sacred earth.
For a moment, Ares grinned, blood dripping from his lip. "If this is all you've got, you might as well lie down and die."
Yoton's eyes gleamed. "Oh, little god... I'm only fighting like this because I'm enjoying myself."
Ares' rage peaked. With a roar that split the sky, he drove his fist into Yoton's gut-a punch fueled by the wrath of the heavens. The impact sent Yoton flying, his body carving a molten trench through the mountainside as he plummeted toward the earth below.
The crash was apocalyptic. Cities crumbled. Rivers reversed. The land itself screamed as Yoton's body struck the planet with the force of a falling star.
And in the dust and ruin, as the echoes of battle faded...
The true war was only beginning.
The Guardian.
The Universe, Planet Yurah
The Guardian stood at the edge of a shattered war tower, his armored chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The weight of his duty pressed upon him like a physical force, but he did not waver.
Before him, the Void materialized-a figure wreathed in shifting darkness, his presence warping the very fabric of space. His smile was a blade, sharp and merciless.
"Guardian," the Void murmured, his voice a whisper that slithered into the ears like poison. "What do you want?" the Guardian demanded, his fist's clenching hard.
The Void's grin widened. "The key," he said simply. "The one that opens the doorway to the Domain of Hell."
A cold laugh tore from the Guardian's throat. "What the fuck are you talking about, Void? I don't have what you're after."
The amusement drained from the Void's face, replaced by something far more dangerous. The shadows around him deepened, writhing like serpents. "Don't play with me, Guardian," he hissed. "You know exactly what I mean."
The Guardian felt it then-the crushing weight of death pressing against his soul. The Void's power was absolute, a force that could unravel stars. Swallowing hard, the Guardian relented. "If you mean the key that allows safe passage into Hell's Domain-and back-then yes. I have it."
The Void's smile returned, slow and triumphant. "Good. Now hand it over."
The Guardian's jaw clenched. "I know how powerful you are, Void. I know that if I fight you head-on, I'll lose." He straightened, defiance burning in his eyes. "But I'd rather die than let you have it."
The Void sighed, as if disappointed by a child's stubbornness. "Let me ask you something, Guardian," he said, tilting his head. "Aren't you tired of these so-called Rulers?"
The Guardian-Emon, as the Void had named him-hesitated. He could not lie, not here, not when the truth clawed at his throat. "I am," he admitted. "But I will not betray Krelious. Any other ruler, perhaps. But not him. He saved my people from annihilation centuries ago."
The Void's gaze sharpened. "Emon," he said, the name dripping with familiarity. "For your sake-and for the sake of your people-choose your side carefully. The Great War of the Verses is coming."
Emon did not flinch. "I stand with Krelious," he declared. "No matter what.
Scene 2 part 2.
The End of Light and Darkness
The air between them grew heavy, thick with the weight of inevitability. Void's face twisted into something unrecognizable-a mask of sorrow and fury fused together. His voice, once warm with camaraderie, now dripped with chilling finality.
"You leave me no choice, old friend," he said, each word a blade carving into the past. "But for the sake of what we were... I'll grant you one last mercy. Give me the key... or die protecting it."
Emon exhaled slowly, his breath steady despite the storm raging inside him. The bond they once shared flickered in his mind-laughter under twin suns, battles fought side by side. But duty hardened his resolve.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Emon replied, his voice quiet but unshaken. "I choose to protect it."
Void's shoulders sagged, as if the last thread between them had snapped. "Then our time as friends... has come to an end."
Emon's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I suppose so, Void. Or should I say... Rakak?"
The name hung between them like a curse. Rakak's fists clenched, veins bulging beneath his skin. The ground beneath them trembled, sensing the fury of a god restrained.
"For the sake of the past," Rakak growled, "I'll let you strike first."
Emon's laughter was hollow, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You know none of my attacks can touch you."
"SHUT UP!" Rakak's roar split the heavens. "Give me your ALL, Emon! YOUR BEST!"
A heartbeat of silence-then the world erupted.
Emon's body became a conduit of raw power, violet energy spiraling from his pores like a dying star's last scream. Space itself warped as he vanished, reappearing before Rakak in a flash of light so swift it defied time. His fists rained down-each blow a cataclysm, each impact a seismic doom. The planet beneath them groaned, then shattered, its core splitting asunder like glass beneath a hammer.
Rakak barely flinched.
"FUCKING GIVE ME YOUR ALL, EMON!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the crumbling cosmos.
Emon didn't hesitate. "This is my ultimate spell, Rakak," he whispered. "I call it... Hand of Creation."
The universe held its breath.
A force beyond comprehension erupted from Emon's palms-a tidal wave of golden annihilation. It swallowed Rakak whole, then the planet, then the neighboring worlds, reducing them to ash and echoing silence.
When the dust cleared, Rakak stood amidst the void, his body marked only by faint bruises. His eyes locked onto Emon's, disappointment and rage simmering beneath.
"Is this all you have?" he asked, voice dangerously soft. "Is this truly your best, my old friend?"
Emon's spirit crumbled. "Yes... This is my all."
Before he could speak again, pain lanced through his chest. A hand-Rakak's hand-pierced him like a spear, fingers closing around his golden core. Blood bubbled past Emon's lips, crimson against his fading light.
Yet he smiled.
"Don't... look at me like that," Emon choked out. "We both knew... this was how it would end. I am Light... You are Darkness."
Tears streaked Rakak's face, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry, Emon. I swear... I'll join you soon. In the afterlife."
Emon coughed, his laughter wet with blood. "Lying... doesn't suit you. I go to the Light... You to the Dark. We were never... meant to be."
Rakak knelt beside his dying friend, cradling him as gold dust began to rise from Emon's skin. "I will find you," he vowed, the words a tempest. "Even if I must unravel Fate's design-I'll tear creation apart to see you again."
Emon's final laugh faded as his body dissolved, his essence scattering like stardust into the infinite.
Rakak's scream was the sound of a universe breaking.
When silence returned, only fury remained. Rakak rose, fists clenched so tight they drew blood. His voice was steel and fire:
"I will come for you, Emon... Once our war with the Rulers is done."
And with that oath, the God of Darkness stepped into the abyss, leaving only echoes of a friendship that once defied the cosmos.
To Be Continued.