Rayon sat upon the throne, unmoving.
And yet—everything moved because of him.
The Endless Abyss did not merely exist around Rayon. It existed from him. The darkness did not spread outward like fog; it acknowledged him as its axis, its source, its inevitable return point.
Rayon Veynar was not simply a ruler seated upon a throne.
He was the beginning.
And he was the ending.
What the world called Black Resonance was not a power.
It was not an element.
It was not a mutation.
It was not an advanced evolution of strings.
It was darkness itself.
Not metaphorical darkness. Not symbolic shadow.
The First Darkness.
Before light. Before division. Before law and chaos had names.
Resonance was merely the language darkness invented so reality could understand it.
That was why Rayon's Black Resonance devoured other systems. Why it overwrote threads, shattered realms, ignored boundaries, and denied absolutes.
It was not breaking rules.
It existed before rules.
From that darkness came beings the world called mythical beasts—not because they were animals, but because mortals lacked the words to describe living concepts.
Gluttony — hunger without end, born from the darkness consuming itself.
Azathot — endless dreaming void, the abyss given thought.
Beelzebub — corruption and dominion through decay of will, not flesh.
The Dragon God — annihilation tempered by judgment.
And countless others whose names were erased by time because reality could not bear remembering them.
These beings were not created after darkness.
They were expressions of it.
And now—
Their progenitor had returned.
Rayon rose from the throne.
The abyss responded instantly.
His presence alone was lethal.
Without divine protection—true protection, not borrowed authority—existence itself withered near him. Not burned. Not frozen. Simply… unwritten.
His attacks no longer interacted with defenses.
They bypassed:
Regeneration Realm-bound protection Dimensional barriers Conceptual defense Immortality clauses Absolute-type abilities
Because those systems assumed time, causality, and continuity.
Darkness needed none of them.
Rayon could step anywhere darkness or shadow existed—which meant everywhere. Distance had lost meaning. Space was optional.
If he released his full aura—
Day became night.
And at night—
Rayon became untouchable.
Invisible not because he hid, but because perception itself refused to register him.
He possessed infinite awareness. Not surveillance. Awareness. He existed across all timelines simultaneously and could step into any of them at will.
Past.
Present.
Future.
They were rooms in a house he owned.
His Timeless Hourglass no longer ticked.
It was infinite.
Because Rayon's existence could not end.
Not immortality.
Immortality implied survival.
Rayon existed beyond death.
He could not age.
He could not decay.
He could not be erased.
He moved faster than light, faster than sound, faster than causality's ability to explain it.
He had access to:
The Sea of Death Hell The Dreamscape The subconscious layers of all living things
He could project himself into dreams, rewrite nightmares, or sit quietly in the mind of a god and be unnoticed until he chose otherwise.
Physically—
A casual strike could destroy half of Averis.
Unrestrained?
The planet would cease to be.
And this—all of this—was only the beginning.
Rayon had not yet adapted.
Rayon stepped forward.
Reality folded.
He arrived somewhere that had no coordinates.
A place where sound went to die.
Death's domain.
A vast sea of black water stretched endlessly beneath an ashen sky. Pale structures rose like monuments to forgotten lives. At the center stood a figure cloaked in stillness itself.
Death turned.
And froze.
Rayon stood casually, hands in his pockets.
"Sup," Rayon said.
Death stared.
Only one being had ever walked into this domain without permission. Without ritual. Without summons.
The First Darkness.
Death lowered his head immediately.
"I serve the Monarch of the Endless Abyss."
Rayon nodded. "Good. I need a body."
Death hesitated. "For…?"
"For Erethon. Primordial of Insanity."
Death's composure cracked for a fraction of a second.
"Such a vessel cannot be made lightly."
"I know."
Silence stretched.
Then Death spoke carefully.
"There is one."
Death gestured, and the sea parted.
A corpse lay sealed in black crystal.
"A being from the War of the Primordials," Death said. "Same era as Azelar. His body rejected decay itself. His mind shattered reality before reality shattered him."
Rayon studied it.
Perfect.
"I'll take it."
Before leaving, Rayon paused.
"Tell everyone," he said calmly.
"And when I say everyone—I mean everyone."
Death swallowed.
"The Four Apocalypses of the End," Rayon continued.
"From Hell—Satan and the remaining seventy-one Demon Lords."
"All entities derived from darkness."
"And the mythical beasts."
He turned slightly.
"I need to see them."
Then he was gone.
Back in the Endless Abyss, the body hovered in midair.
Rayon placed a hand upon it.
Darkness poured in—not violently, but deliberately.
Erethon stepped forward, grinning.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
The soul anchored.
The body breathed.
Erethon opened his eyes.
Black. Hollow. Endless.
His new form was tall, elegant, terrifyingly charismatic. Long black hair framed a face too calm for what it housed. Two wings unfurled—darkness shaped into feathers.
A spark ignited in his chest.
Not resonance.
Darkness itself.
Hybrid Primordial: Insanity & Darkness.
His abilities stabilized instantly:
Mind cannot be invaded or influenced Advanced regeneration Dermos: Total Manifestation — fear given form across multiple targets Instant teleportation No pain receptors Physical power capable of shattering mountains Endurance sufficient to tank nuclear-level force
Darkness wrapped his upper body like clothing, moving as if alive.
Erethon exhaled slowly.
"…Beautiful."
Rayon nodded. "Don't go breaking my domain."
"No promises."
Rayon turned to Vorthalaxis and snapped his fingers.
Her shadow stretched, deepened.
She gasped.
A new authority embedded itself within her—
Absolute Shadow Dominion.
Not illusion.
Not concealment.
True shadow authority.
The abyss trembled.
The first to arrive was Gluttony—a massive presence whose hunger distorted reality itself. He knelt, endless mouths closing in reverence.
Beelzebub followed, wings folded, eyes burning with obedience.
The Dragon God descended like a collapsing star, bowing his colossal head.
Then—
Azathot.
The void trembled.
A being so vast it could not be perceived fully began to compress. Shrink. Fold.
Until—
A black raven fluttered down.
It perched on Rayon's shoulder, eyes ancient and knowing.
Rayon smiled faintly.
"That'll do."
Every being bowed.
Not out of fear.
Out of recognition.
The darkness had returned.
And it wore a human name.
Rayon Veynar.
Monarch of the Endless Abyss.