Lucien drifted through the infinite expanse of the Metaphysical Plane, his silhouette barely disturbing the vast cosmos of shifting colors, gravity, and energy. Planet Nax gleamed like a gem below him, and he allowed himself a rare stretch, arms behind his head, as if strolling through a park in another life. Boredom was a luxury he could afford, and he intended to savor it.
The stars of the metaphysical plane were unlike any normal stars. They weren't fixed points of light but alive, pulsing with possibility, whispering fragments of potentialities into the void. And as Lucien casually floated, his Abyssal Eyes scanning the infinite horizon, he noticed a disturbance. Something immense, something ancient, moving between the streams of creation.
"Huh… what's this?"
It didn't move like a star, a planet, or any celestial body he knew. It slithered, undulating in the void, its form massive yet shifting—like a living nightmare made of space itself. His eyes narrowed.
"Interesting…"
The creature revealed itself fully. Its body was impossible to measure, stretching across what felt like entire dimensions. Ten heads, each crowned with glowing runes, eyes like black holes capable of swallowing light itself, and a mouth wide enough to engulf ten thousand suns simultaneously. Its scales shimmered like liquid void, reflecting universes in their surface, warping reality around its immense body.
"Azrell…" Lucien muttered, naming it as it had been whispered in the oldest echoes of the metaphysical plane. A mythical creature, older than many realms, a predator of entire solar systems. A devourer of stars, a being so powerful that most entities avoided it for millennia.
The void itself seemed to ripple as Azrell observed Lucien, its many heads tilting with curiosity rather than aggression. Each of its eyes radiated intelligence—not mindless hunger—but understanding, awareness, and a faint recognition.
Lucien floated lazily, his cloak trailing like a shadow of smoke.
"Don't even think about attacking," he said casually, his voice echoing across the metaphysical winds. "I don't feel like dealing with you today. And besides… you recognize who's above you."
Azrell paused. The air of the metaphysical plane shifted around them. Its heads swiveled in unison, scanning every movement, every ripple of void energy. Then, almost imperceptibly, it bowed. Not a full bow, but a tilt of respect.
"Hmm… so you see me as master," Lucien murmured, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Smart. Very smart."
He reached a hand out, not in attack, not in command—but in acknowledgment. The creature's massive form rippled like a tide of living darkness, but it did not attack. Instead, it pulsed with a quiet loyalty, a recognition of Lucien's partial dominion over the metaphysical plane.
"I guess… we're going to coexist," he said. "For now."
Azrell's gaze followed him as he drifted, moving through clusters of metaphysical energy and shifting realms that the planet Nax couldn't contain. Every step, every movement, was measured yet casual, a king strolling through his court.
Lucien observed the creature, noting its potential and the raw destructive capability it wielded:
Can devour stars: up to ten thousand at once, with no known resistance. Spatial distortion: its mere movement bends dimensions, distorts space, and warps causality. Meta-awareness: Azrell perceives threats and hierarchies across the metaphysical plane. Sentience beyond comprehension: centuries of observing multiverses have given it a cunning and wisdom that few beings could match.
Yet none of that mattered. Lucien, partial master of the metaphysical plane, existed above its comprehension. And Azrell, recognizing that, accepted his place, not as a servant, but as a guardian and observer, a force in alignment with his will.
"Hmm… I could use a creature like you someday," Lucien mused aloud, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "But for now… just stay out of my way."
Azrell responded in a ripple through the void—a deep, resonant vibration that Lucien understood perfectly. It was neither verbal nor written, but a primal acknowledgment: Master. I see you. I serve.
Satisfied, Lucien allowed himself to drift further from the creature, casually observing the flows of energy around Nax. The planet below continued its slow rotation, and life, order, and chaos alike moved according to the laws he had set. Yet somewhere in the expanse, a being older than most realities coexisted peacefully beside him, waiting, watching, and understanding.
Lucien smiled faintly, his Abyssal Eyes scanning deeper into the metaphysical plane.
"Well… boredom is fleeting. But even boredom has its rewards."
He began to drift again, moving across the endless expanse, the massive serpentine form of Azrell trailing at a respectful distance. The Metaphysical Plane stretched before him, alive, breathing, and ever-expanding—a playground for gods, a stage for the unthinkable, and a home for the sole exception.
"Ah… Nax, Azrell, multiverses, branches beyond branches… life is good," Lucien murmured. And with a casual wave, he continued his stroll through the infinite, curious to see what else the metaphysical expanse had hiding for him.
Azrell's eyes followed, unblinking, unyielding, and ready. A predator to the universe? Perhaps. But today, it served a master. And in the endless stretch of metaphysical space, a mutual respect had formed—silent, inevitable, and immense.
And so, Lucien walked, observed, and amused himself, leaving trails of starlight and ripples of causality in his wake, the God of Void, the Sole Exception, the master of all he surveyed… and the mysterious Azrell, the devourer of suns, silently acknowledging his supremacy.