Life after a current point can become repetitive. It can become increasingly monotonous. It can be either frustrating, doing the same thing over and over again, or it pushes you to the limits. And then it can become monotonous. After a current point, when you're on the topic of the hierarchy for every little thing, surpassing every little speck of self, you get to realize that life wasn't fun. It was too… easy.
When you are the topic of the hierarchy, defeating all the monsters, mortals, and even the immortals, with just a flick of your finger, you get to realize that it all accumulated to nothing. All that strength, gathered over the eons, manipulated to reach the peak of self, was just a waste, because you never had that fear set in you, that told you that you needed to push yourself even further, pass your limits, and eventually break free from the restrictions, after you had truly achieved such a feat.
Life was like that for the Supreme God of Destruction, Nova. He was never at the lowest point in the hierarchy of anything, not between the five other Supreme Gods, or with anyone else. He was always at the peak. He was the very concept of peak itself, not realizing that he had so much more potential, but all that "potential" was wasted, since he never feared; since he never struggled; since he never felt weak.
The Supreme God of Destruction was always bored. His duty was to oversee the God of Destruction, who lived in the Outer Heaven, the lower part of Heaven, while Nova lived in the Inner Heaven, home to the five Supreme Gods. All he did all day was to oversee and judge the God of Destruction, to see if he was making the right choices, and clearing out dead planets, solar systems, and even galaxies.
The normal God of Destruction was doing a fantastic job, so Nova didn't have to spectate him, and that was his only duty. Other than the fact that he was sleeping with Freya, the Supreme God of Creation, Sex, Beauty, and so much more, he had nothing else to do.
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Nova was in his chambers in the Castle of the Supreme. He was floating above his bed, feeling more comfortable, as he lost himself in thought. I've reached the pinnacle the vitality, ascended beyond anyone, and am only second to Father. Life has gotten so boring. Well, at least I still have Freya; she has been keeping me insane. But I need more… I need to feel the depths of struggle, of fear, of pain.
He stopped levitating in the air, slamming to the bed, but that was just a regular occurrence. Then he got up, partially nude, as he didn't have a top on. Gods usually didn't wear anything; the concept of clothes was all too pathetic for them.
Nova was wearing a black Uhag, which he had copied from the Uhagtain civilization, since he liked the way it looked. It was a traditional draped garment that he had methodically adopted. He replicated the design after encountering it in their famous cultural archives, drawn to its shining geometry and the way it emphasized movement.
The garment's asymmetrical folds, dark sheen, and minimalist fastening echoed the Uhagtain philosophy of balance through contrast. Though once ceremonial, Nova wore it simply because he appreciated its aesthetic: solemn yet elegant, utilitarian yet expressive.
He left his chambers, slamming the door shut, and a loud echo vibrated the castle, as adjacent to his chamber was Freya's beautifully decorated chamber. He knocked on the door, and a voice from the other side, heavenly to every extent, fragile, delightful, yet powerful, told him to come in: "You don't have to knock on the door every time; you can just come in."
Nova opened the door, seeing a beautifully dressed, not nude, Freya floating in her chambers, creating a new black hole for the center of a new galaxy, which would hold a new civilization. She was gently and lightly caressing the black hole to transform it into a gentle, humble giant, which would only be about a light-year across, its event horizon stretching delicately through space. To match its size, its mass swelled to nearly two trillion solar masses, or roughly about three point one nine decillion yottagramme. Though that black hole was still not the biggest in her collection.
Nova looked at her with a smile, then levitated towards her, kissing her on the lips, and said, his tone sharp yet respectful: "It's not about knocking or not, it's about giving you as much privacy and respect as I can, as you deserve. So, knocking on the door is simply my way of showing you how much I love you."
"Aw, you're so sweet," Freya said, brightly, with a gentle smile. "I'm making a new black hole," her eyes shifted from Nova to the black hole, then Nova shifted his gaze to the black hole as well. "It's going to be a pretty decently sized one, though I'm not sure if I want to put it in the targeted galaxy or just add it to my collection, like the rest of my babies."
"You do you," Nova said, his brows extending upward, as his lips curled outward, giving her advice. "You are their mother after all, so it should be your choice to decide what you want to do with them, or what you don't want to do with them. After all, you are the Mother of Creation."
"Well, I suppose that's true." She said, her voice lower, but then after a second of processing, she decided: "You know what, I am keeping it. I like the way it looks; it's a humble giant, not like Ton 618." Then she corrected herself: "Well, that blackhole hasn't reached its actual potential yet, which will probably take another couple of years, give or take a few trillion. So, we have time."
"Listen," Nova said, breaking through Freya's thought process, as she was just rambling to herself, lost in her fantasy. "I've been thinking of reincarnating in the mortal realm."
Freya blinked, her hands pausing mid-creation. "Reincarnation?" her voice echoed, amused and slightly dumbfounded.
Nova didn't answer immediately. He just stared into the heart of her black hole, silent, vast, full of gravity. Then, almost whispering: "I want to know what it feels like… to bleed."