In the deep layers of space, far from the reaches of any normal being, a kaleidoscope of multiple bright, glowing colours could be seen. Each colour originating from an orb of the same colour, some were small others big, some were green others pink, some were black others dark black, some glowed brightly while others could barely glow at all. One thing could be said and that was the fact that every last orb was different, they could be similar but never congruent.
But what did this all mean?
What are these orbs?
Where is this place and why does it matter?
The answer to such questions is still to come, but for now all that you need to know is that these are no mere orbs. For each of these seemingly endless orbs represent a universe. The colours represent the nature of said universe and the brightness of their colour represents their power level. Obviously, this means that the bigger and brighter a universe is the stronger it is.
Most if not all universes decide to rank up immediately as soon as they reach multiverse level, as the space they live can neither provide the necessary resources for their growth nor can it fully support their power level. Such a place is to constraining for such beings, it as though they are constantly submerged under water, always under pressure and never able to freely exert their full strength. Hence why without exception every universe decides to rank up the moment they reach multiverse level, no matter how weak. Yet on the outer reaches of space, far from the perception of any multiverse or multi-level being, there was an orb. This orb was majestic, its size dwarfed that of any universe present, it gave off a brilliant, bright, clear blue hue that glowed with the intention to devour the entirety of the surrounding space. This was clearly a multiverse, displayed in all its majesty.
But it was strange.
What was a multiverse doing here?
If you took a closer look, you would see that its glow was getting dimmer and dimmer and make out what appeared to be fine dispersions of cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of its body. It was clearly injured and quit heavily so. "It seems my end is near" came voice, clear and devoid of any emotion. There was not a hit a sorrow, anger, dread, or relief towards his supposed end. Its voice was reminiscent to that of an experienced Special Ops agent about to commence a mission. Cold, tactical and filled with a nonchalance towards death typical of those that were sure death was not knocking on their doorstep. It let out a deep sigh "Sighhhhhh! Honestly, it's a miracle that I even survived" as it preceded to conjure a holographic image of what appeared to be a universe. This was its universe, or at least what remained of it. Debris lay scattered everywhere, large chunks of land and destroyed planets, that looked as though someone or something took a large a large bite out of them, flouted freely in space. Words alone could not describe the devastation as not even a speck of life remained. The only form of indication that served to suggest life even existed came from the blooded remains of celestial bodies, belonging to elves, humans, beastman, beasts, and any other fantasy creature imaginable, flouting with the destroyed planets. Their size rivalled that of the destroyed planets, some were intact others were either decapitated, mangled, dismembered, cut in half or had their intestines spealing out of their stomach. You could only wonder of the horrific events these beings must have experienced. For the expression on their faces, as they flouted aimlessly in space, was stuck in a perpetual haze of fear and suffering, a trait shared by all except for a unique group of individuals.
Yet this was the least of its worries
On the edge of its universe there appeared to be two lights, one blood red and the other golden yellow, gave out a radiant sheen as they ravenously swallowed the space around their vicinity. Planets, stars, solar systems and any form of matter disintegrated as the lights encompassed them.
IT WAS BEING ATTACKED
NO MORE ACCURATELY IT WAS BEING DEVOURED
In its current state an attack from another universe would mean certain death, much less two rival universes that were all too eager to out compete each other. They were devouring everything at an exponential rate. Yet not a speck of worry could be detected on its voice as it thought aloud "It seems as though two youngins are exploiting my currently critical state for their own benefit. What a precarious situation I seem to find myself in.". As it said that it couldn't help but let out an unsettling, quit, almost robotic giggle "Heehehehe". It contained just the right amount of eeriness necessary to send waves of spine-chilling shivers down one's spine.
'How ironic. I had miraculously escaped death from the hands of those two monsters, at the cost of nearly dying, only to meet meet it at the hands of these two-bit copies. Fine then if you want my universe then you can have it.' it thought as it calmly watched its universe being rapidly devoured. For any normal multiverse such a case would spell certain death. For one its severely injured and can barely muster any form of resistance. It's not much of a stretch to call it a sitting duck waiting to be plucked, considering how vulnerable it is. So yes, to any normal multiverse such a situation would spell certain doom.
But that was that was only applicable to normal multiverses not this one. It had spent hundreds upon thousands of years concocting and initialising its plan. Throughout that entire time span it been faced with a deal of obstacles and setbacks, yet it still managed to steal from the Abyss and Heavenly plane. Through the use of its wit, perseverance, cunningness and unwillingness to give up it had not only cleared all its obstacles but had also to acquire precious information regarding demons of sin and arch angels, species that had existed since the beginning of time. Like hell was it going to die right when it is at the final stages of its plan.
IT WAS GOING TO SURVIVE
EVEN IF IT MEANT STANDING ATOP THOUSANDS OF LIVES
IT WAS GOING SURVIVE
NO IT HAD TO SURVIVE
IT STILL HAD A DEPT TO SETTLE
UNTILL THEN DEATH WAS NOT AN OPTION
After all tiger is still a tiger even at the edge of death, the only time it ceases to be so is when it has died. There is still one last card left to play, that's why it had remained passive throughout this entire process. It needed every ounce of its energy to pull this off. After all what it was attempting to do was no different to severing the tail in order to save the head.
"It seems as though lady luck hasn't forsaken me just yet. While these two are quarrelling over what remains of my universe that'll be the best time the to do it. It seems I'll have to lay low for a while"
As soon as those words were spoken the orb began to vibrate furiously before it proceeded shrink at a visible rate. All the cracks on the surface of its body began to close up one by one and its blue lustre began to slowly fade. Gone was the magnificent orb that had dwarfed those around it and in its place was a colourless orb no bigger than a pebble. Apon the completion of its transformation orb disappeared without a word. It had used the remainder of its energy to revert to its initial form, back when it was still beginning its journey as a universe.