Throne Room of the Prime Evil: Typhon, Lord of Chaos, Steele, Blood, and Balance

Typhon sat atop his throne in the heart of his realm. Cosmic horrors floated through the space outside his castle—beings that rivaled lesser gods and S-ranks in power and influence. But Typhon paid them no mind, for they couldn’t even leave a scratch on his skin. Today marked the five-thousandth integration of the multiverse. Something called the "Milky Way Galaxy." Typhon didn’t understand why it was called a "Milky Way." Was the basis of their universe... milk? It wasn’t unheard of for golems and elementals to be made of strange materials, but milk? Really?

He shook his head, old thoughts betraying him. Memories that would never be forgotten as long as he lived—and he would live forever. He remembered the eternal crusade led by the other Prime Evils: Father, Mother, Love, Hate, and War. Oh, how he hated War. That man could shuffle off for all Typhon cared.

War, the Prime God, and also the troublemaker, had led a crusade against Typhon’s family, killing all of his children. While Typhon mourned his wife’s death for one hundred integrations, War had schemed with Hatred and Father to wipe out Typhon’s spawn from the multiverse. The reason? In short, Typhon was too powerful, and his offspring had reached a level where they rivaled the war host and the forces of hatred.

Typhon gripped his sword’s hilt so tightly that his castle and divine realm quaked with the waves of emotion that roiled off of him.

After that crusade, Typhon struck back, killing half the pantheons across the multiverse. Everyone who had sided with War, Hatred, and Father was either killed or had their empires destroyed. That had been the last integration he attended—four thousand five hundred integrations ago. He hadn’t left his territory since. There was no reason to. His family was gone, his wife dead and buried. There was truly nothing left to live for... except Kestis, of course.

Kestis was a slave girl on one of the fringes of his domain. He had visited the planet millennia ago, after the crusade, searching for any natural treasures or artifacts that might bring his family back. Spoiler alert: he didn’t find any. He had stood in front of the abyss between worlds, about to jump in and let oblivion take him, when a mere B-grade slave had grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the eternal darkness. She had yelled at him for being so careless and even smacked him on the back of the head. She told him there was no reason to end himself in such a way, showing she had no idea who he was or what he had gone through.

But she offered him tea—and he couldn’t refuse, because she thrust it at him regardless of his protests. He had fallen in love with her that day and offered to buy her from her master. When the man refused, Typhon killed him and his clan when they tried to act against him. He did all of this anonymously. When he finally told her who he was and showed her his true divinity, she smirked and laughed, saying maybe she wasn’t the smartest for smacking a Prime Evil in the back of the head. He laughed too, and they had been inseparable ever since.

He smiled earnestly at the memory. It was the last genuinely good memory he had since the crusade.

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A knock at the door to his throne room interrupted his thoughts. Typhon looked down at himself and realized, I'm wearing the same outfit she saw me in a century ago. He waved his hand, and in an instant, he was wearing a three-piece suit, his sword hanging from his hip and a pocket watch chain threading through his vest. He smiled inwardly. The same suit she had gotten him for one of his billions of birthdays.

"Thank you, Luna," he whispered, touching the pocket watch that housed a picture of his wife and him holding their first child.

"Come in," Typhon said, trying to look majestic and godly on his throne. He couldn’t hide his excitement fully, though, as Kestis walked in, looking as radiant as ever. He also noticed she had advanced to S-rank during their time apart. Her hair had become multicolored, each strand a different hue, just like her eyes—one a bright blue, the other a deep, soothing brown.

"I see you've reached S-rank. Congratulations, Kestis. That is an achievement few can truly say they have reached." He smiled genuinely at her. She looked up from her bow, still greeting him the same way after all these years—a deep, polite bow, not looking up until acknowledged.

"Thank you, Lord Typhon. It means very much coming from the esteemed Lord of Chaos." She bowed deeply again, not looking up from the floor for several moments. Typhon found himself staring at her beauty. He wanted to reach out and hug her deeply, but he held himself back. She was still not a god, and she had made her stance clear eons ago: we could not have a physical relationship until she reached godhood, or else she would still feel like the slave she once was, to the S-grade who had once owned her.

So, he smiled at her instead. "What brings the Elemental Princess to me today? I know you were going to visit after reaching S-rank, but by the looks of it, you have something more to tell me. What is it, Kestis?"

She visibly cringed upon hearing her title, awarded by the system itself. All beings who reached S-rank received a unique title that encompassed their being and path to power.

"You are right, my Lord of Blade and Blood," she used his formal title, and it was his turn to cringe.

"Okay, no more titles. Fair?" he asked playfully.

"Fair," she said cheekily. "I have come today to alert you to a presence in the new universe."

"Is it War? Has he come back for round two?" Typhon asked, gripping his sword as the palace began to tremble. The weight of his emotion was palpable.

"No, my lord. It is not a deity coming back for revenge. It is a human from the Milky Way Solar System." She said curtly.

"Why would I care for a random human in this milk-made universe?" Typhon asked seriously.

"Because, Typhon, he is your great-great-grandson. Great times a few million," she replied.

His eyes bulged, and he appeared in front of Kestis, gripping her shoulders. "You’re sure? There’s no mistake?" His voice was almost begging.

"Yes, Typhon," she said. She gripped him back, and they embraced deeply. Emotions and power flooded out of both of them. After a minute, they awkwardly separated, and Typhon scratched his neck, embarrassed.

"So where is he, and can we get him before the integration fully starts?"

"Yes and no. Unfortunately, he is in the throne room of the gods right now, being offered blessings by the other Prime Evils."

"Oh no." Typhon’s face hardened. "My only living relative is not going to be blessed by one of those fuckers." He said, looking out into space. He pulled out his sword and slashed the air. A rip in space formed a gateway into the throne room of the gods. He looked at Kestis. "Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you."

She visibly blushed and pushed him into the rip in time and space. They traveled the distance in mere seconds, appearing in the throne room of the gods. Five Prime Evils looked down at a barely three-decades-old human, who wielded what looked like a sword with no point or edge, leveled at the god of War.