The Celestial World shimmered under the golden glow of distant stars, an ancient domain that had once been a seat of invincible power. In the aftermath of a brutal war with the Devils, the Celestial Empire stood as a beacon of authority—unshaken, albeit silent. The events of the past had left them disconnected from the other worlds and races; their lines of communication severed for unknown reasons.
But now, standing before the grand citadel of the Celestial Emperor, Akasha had come to fulfill a promise made two hundred years ago. A promise forged in the heat of a vicious threat. His two most trusted aides, Amy and Celeste, stood by his side, each carrying their own unique strength.
The towering spires of the citadel loomed over them, glowing like a constellation suspended in time. Akasha's gaze remained steady, as he looked on his eyes shined with white and grey infinity symbols. The air around him hummed with anticipation. This was not a simple confrontation—it was the culmination of a slight grudge.
Actually, it wasn't much of a grudge either. Akasha was just someone who didn't take threats lightly, if you're going to threaten someone then just do it. And now he planned to show Eon, The Celestial Emperor just why he should have went through with his threat.
Akasha, stood with his usual attire, black long-sleeved shirt with baggy sweatpants as his feet were bare foot. Standing along with Amy and Celeste, he spoke first. "You know, Eon… I told you two hundred years ago that I would make you pay for threatening me. You should've taken that more seriously." His voice overlapped with thousands of others as he spoke casually.
From within the Citadel, the sound of the Celestial Emperor's voice rumbled out—a voice that seemed to echo through eternity itself. "I figure it was you.... Akasha, of Kalpa. I assume the lack of communication has something to with you as well. So, you have come to fulfill your promise? How quaint."
Akasha smirked. "Don't act like you don't remember. You threatened me with the purpose of throwing your shitty strength around. You thought that the vastness of your power could crush me, but all it really did was make me bide my time. And now... here I am."
The Celestial Emperor, Eon, the Sovereign of Eternity, stood within his grand palace, his timeless face betraying no emotion. His ageless form gave him an air of undeniable authority. His eyes, pools of golden swirls, narrowed as he regarded Akasha with cold calculation. He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, witnessed empires rise and fall, and felt the passage of time in every fiber of his being. And yet, this challenge—this moment—was unlike any other.
This young man outside of his citadel, how could he not remember him? What he couldn't understand was, how this kid managed to jump from Transcendent to the Peak of Power. But even though he was a bit shocked, he was the Ruler of this Galaxy. It was no way he would bend the knee so easily.
"You speak as if time is your ally," Eon replied, his voice ancient and powerful, "but you misunderstand, Akasha. It is time that governs all things. Not power, not imagination, not some fleeting 'concept.' Time is the essence of existence, and it is I who command it."
Akasha's lips curled into a grin. "Time, huh? You really have a thing for it, don't you? Well, let me make something clear—I am not bound by time. You thought you could force me into submission? Instead, you will learn that every dog eventually gets his day. And today, it's yours."
Eon's eyes flickered with a hint of annoyance, but his composure remained unwavering. "You speak with arrogance, Akasha. But you are mistaken if you think a single moment in your existence can challenge my mastery over time. You are but a speck, a transient ripple in the ocean of eternity."
Akasha's expression hardened, the faint trace of a smirk never leaving his lips. "Two hundred years ago, you called me weak. You thought you could erase me. Well, look at me now, Eon. I'm here. And I'm not here to talk about your time."
Amy, standing next to Akasha, leaned forward, her blonde hair catching the wind as she glanced at the scene unfolding. "Akasha's Mandate isn't just reality-bending. It's something like rewriting everything, right?" she muttered. "And Eon's time manipulation? It's not going to be enough this time."
Celeste, ever so calm and calculating, observed the Emperor's every movement. "Eon's power over time is immense, but it is finite. Akasha's concept is the embodiment of all things. His Mandate rewrites the rules. If he's careful... this battle is already won."
The girls chatted as they watched from a distance. From spending so much time with Akasha they knew he was strong, but they didn't know the depths of his strength. They had never seen him fighting another Saint Lord, so it was normal for them to have these thoughts.
From the citadel, Eon's voice resonated like thunder. "Akasha, how bold. You are nothing more than a fleeting wisp in the endless river of time. You think yourself capable of challenging me? You are but an anomaly, a distortion, bound to vanish just as quickly as you appeared."
Akasha's smile remained unwavering, his form flickering slightly, as if not fully tethered to reality. "You're right about one thing, Eon. I am a distortion. But not in the way you think."
SNAP!
With a snap of his fingers, Akasha's form flickered. In that instant, he became a blurry silhouette—his body stretched and morphed into countless versions of himself, none of them truly existing yet all of them inhabiting the same space. He was a being beyond time, beyond the laws that governed the universe. He was a creature of nonexistence.
CRACK!!!!
The air split. A sound like the tearing of fabric echoed across the vastness of the Celestial World. Time itself groaned in response, trying to compress his presence into a singularity, but it could not.
FWOOSH!!
Akasha was everywhere at once, his body not constrained by space or time, but expanding and collapsing in every direction. His Physique of Existential Inception allowed him to embody Nonexistence itself, an impossible anomaly that could exist, yet also not exist. From the void between worlds, Akasha with a thought used his concept. To embody anything he could imagine, and he emerged as an embodiment of paradox—an existence that should not be, yet here he was.
Eon's gaze narrowed as he raised his hand. "You defy the laws of Reality, but I control time. I will erase your existence, Akasha. You cannot escape time's grasp!"
HUMMM!!!!!
RUMBLEEEEE!!!
Time itself twisted under Eon's command. With a thought, the world around them slowed, the fabric of reality bending and stretching. The sky froze, stars blinking out of existence, the ground beneath them shaking with the force of time itself warping under Eon's will.
SCREEECH!!!
Time itself screeched and groaned as the very air rippled in response to Eon's manipulation. The world around them slowed even further, but Akasha was no longer part of it. He was outside of it.
Akasha tilted his head, his smile never faltering. "You still don't get it, do you? You think you control time, but time is just another form of existence. And I am the absence of that existence."
Suddenly, Akasha vanished with the power of 'To be or Not To Be'. His form dissolved into pure nothingness, leaving behind an eerie silence, as if even the air around him had forgotten what it was like to hold his presence.
WUSHHHHH!!!
The sound of his existence flickering in and out reverberated through the frozen world.
Eon's eyes widened. "Impossible…"
BOOOM!
CRACKKK!!!!
Then, like a lightning strike, Akasha reappeared—his presence exploding into being as if reality itself had cracked open to let him through. But this wasn't just his physical form. This was Akasha becoming existence itself, then shattering it. The space around him pulsed as he merged with the void, reality itself bending and breaking.
BOOOM!!!!
A thunderous sound echoed as Akasha's form collapsed the space around Eon, not with physical force, but with the force of nonexistence. The very air around them seemed to crack under the pressure of Akasha's paradoxical existence. Eon's control over time flickered and failed.
"Eon," Akasha's voice resonated from every direction, both in and out of existence, "You are time, but time is just another part of the world. I'm not part of the world, Eon. I am the thing that lies beyond it."
Eon's hands trembled as he tried to assert control. "You… you cannot simply undo everything I've built. I will burn away this nonexistence from your being!"
Akasha's form split, and in a burst of unimaginable force, he manifested as an innumerable number of versions of himself—each one an expression of his limitless imagination. All of them were in existence and none of them were. With each flicker of his body, the very nature of reality fractured shards of existence splintered, only to fall into nothingness.
RIIIIIPPP!
Time screamed, as Eon's manipulation of reality tore at the seams of the space around them. But even time could not withstand the absolute force of Akasha's presence.
"Nonexistence doesn't fight, Eon," Akasha's voice echoed from every direction. "It erases."
With a wave of his hand, Akasha rewrote reality—his very being spreading outward, washing over Eon's time constructs like a tidal wave. Eon's attempt to reverse time was immediately undone, as Akasha became the very moment that erased everything. There was no past. No present. No future. Just the force of nothingness overwhelming the Celestial Emperor.
CRRRRKKK!!!!
Reality groaned as the cosmic lattice of time and space began to collapse. Akasha's body twisted and turned, shifting and morphing in ways no being should be able to. He was both a presence and an absence, and it was this paradox that crushed Eon.
"Why do you resist?" Akasha asked softly, as his body became one with the void. "You can't fight what never was. Your time... this Galaxy… they're just ripples in the sea of nonexistence."
The Celestial Emperor's body quivered as the last remnants of his time manipulation shattered. He tried to force himself forward, but Akasha's power flooded over him, just enough to the point that Eon fell unconscious.
With a final whisper, Eon lost consciousness. No explosion, no blaze. Just Akasha showing overwhelming strength and superiority.
Amy watched the spectacle unfold with awe. "This is unreal… Akasha… he's rewriting everything—Eon can't even fight back."
Celeste's face remained stoic, though the shift in her eyes showed a deep understanding. "Akasha is not fighting Eon. He's unmaking him."
Akasha, now standing amidst the empty space where the Celestial Emperor laid unconscious, he gave a satisfied smile. "You called me nothing, Eon. But you never understood—nothing is the force that births everything. And that was your mistake."
As he said the last words, he rewrote existence once more. He brought the Celestial World and the beautiful Citadel back to it's natural state. He then moved and bonded everyone on this world before he returned to Amy and Celeste. They looked at him with wide eyes, Akasha smiled and then the three disappeared.