The Birth of the Eternal Flame
In the heart of the Teraverse Core, a place of floating islands, rivers of glowing energy, and skies that shimmered with cosmic light, Yamin was born. From the very first breath, his presence was extraordinary. Even as a newborn, the world itself bent subtly to his will.
No force could touch him. No being could harm him. Time seemed to flow around him, as if acknowledging his eternal nature. Energy rivers pulsed brighter when he cried, and the floating islands shifted ever so slightly, welcoming the birth of a being beyond comprehension.
He grew fast. In mere moments, centuries seemed to pass, though Yamin felt nothing of the time. He explored the endless islands of the Core, testing the rivers of energy with gentle touches, feeling the hum of the multiverse in his fingers.
Though he was untouchable, Yamin found no challenge in his powers. Everything around him bowed to his existence: objects floated at his command, energies danced around him, and even the stars seemed to glow brighter in response to his thoughts.
Yet, despite the perfection of his power, Yamin found life… boring. Immortality brought endless days without danger, and no one could match him. Even as he trained, fought imaginary foes, or bent energy rivers to his will, there was no thrill, no excitement.
He sat on a floating cliff overlooking a river of molten light, stretching lazily. "Eternity is long," he murmured to himself. His voice carried softly across the Core, and for a moment, even the floating islands seemed to pause and listen.
To fill the silence, Yamin often amused himself with small indulgences. Floating objects swirled around him playfully, forming shapes and patterns that delighted only him. Sometimes, he created small illusions, projecting beauty into the air — glowing flowers, ribbons of energy, even miniature stars — all to entertain his immortal mind.
Though he was alone, there was a quiet desire in him. A curiosity for connection, intimacy, and companionship. He had the power to shape the multiverse itself, yet even immortals could crave closeness, warmth, and desire. He often imagined what it would be like to share this eternal life with someone — someone who could laugh with him, tease him, or even indulge in forbidden pleasures.
"Perhaps… someone will appear," Yamin whispered, leaning back on the glowing cliff. His golden eyes scanned the horizon. The Teraverse stretched infinitely, but beyond it lay countless universes, full of life, adventure, and possibilities.
A small smirk played on his lips. "I suppose eternity is better when there's something… or someone… worth teasing."
Though today there were no companions, Yamin's mind already wandered. He imagined women with strength, beauty, charm, and wit — companions who could challenge his boredom, delight him, and perhaps indulge in pleasures together. For now, they were only thoughts, fantasies born from centuries of solitude.
The Core itself seemed to hum in anticipation, as if aware of the coming journey. Yamin rose, letting his energy ripple through the floating islands, bending light and gravity as he walked. Today, he would begin his adventure. Today, he would step beyond the safe expanse of Teraverse Core. Today, he would begin the hunt for companionship, love, and desire — the start of a path that would fill eternity with laughter, passion, and endless erotic indulgence.
As he stretched his arms to the skies, energy rivers flowing around him in radiant patterns, Yamin whispered:
"Let the Teraverse watch. Let the worlds beyond witness. I, Yamin, am eternal… and soon, I will no longer be alone."
And with that, the immortal king stepped forward, beginning the journey that would one day bring ten flames of desire into his life, one by one.