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╫ ♔ Divinum praetorium ♕ ╫
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"So you're the one who wishes to challenge me, are you?" A very subtle yet imposing voice covers the entirety of the god's realm with a quenching fear that is utterly unexplainable for novice gods who have never seen the descender in action.
"That's right! You're nothing but a farce! I refuse to let you destroy our world! Face me, you self-proclaimed god!" A young man with pointy ears and the robes of the elves was none other than the current elf god themselves, who spoke with cunning words with nothing to back him up other than his foolish arrogance.
The elf god defiantly walked toward the descender while pointing their finger at them, talking down toward one of the most unpredictable forces of the multiverses. Had he gone mad? Hardly so. It was just that the elf god was too young to sense the deadly aura from the descender; thus, feeling cocky, he challenged them to an open duel which we all knew the result of without it even taking place.
"So, I'm a self-proclaimed god? Am I? What's the matter, elf boy? I thought you wanted to kill me." The descender, still calm and without even moving, suddenly stops the elf god in their tracks, freezing them in place with her thoughts alone, a true monster when it comes to power.
"What's the matter with my body!? UUUGGHH!! WHAT ARE YOU? AHHHHGG!!" Soon, the short-lived momentum from the elf god vanishes within seconds as the descender stands up from their throne. The elf god is soon crushed and forced down to his knees as soon as the descender stands.
It's only a matter of time before we all soon go down as well, as their aura is unable to be so easily contained, showing a true dominance over the world's pantheon, my pantheon. I can't do anything to help the elf god, nor do I wish to face that crushing power again, yet what good am I if I can't speak?
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"He's young and dumb, your highness. Please spare his life!" That is all I can do to plead for the elf god, who is slowly disappearing as the power of the descender alone is enough to start disintegrating their body. It's like the elf god is made of paper, and the descender is an unstoppable wildfire hurling down their way.
"Is that right?" The descender speaks with such strenght that it crushes the elf god down even more now, placing them against the ground so they can step on them like a doormat or a carpet piece. It's fair to say the Elf god is in so much pain they start crying, but their voice is gone, making for an even more demoralizing scene.
"Please! Let this show be a lesson for them! They don't know what they were talking about, please!" The descender doesn't even look my way, yet I feel how their thoughts start crushing my insides and reminding me of my place, so I stand quietly now.
"If I don't remember wrong, I ordered all of you to stay out of my plans, yet this guy dared to interrupt them, and then right after he did it, he came here and challenged my authority once again. It feels like I have to remind you who you should be afraid of, dear gods."
"Dethrone." With just one simple command, the descender soon strips away the elf god's power for herself, instantly erasing their existence now that he no longer had any divine protection around him. Everyone present soon can stand once more once the elf god is erased from all timelines and all multiverses.
Indeed, it was a too severe punishment for a young god who didn't even get a second chance, showing me once again a good reason to be more careful when choosing what people to ascend to godhood. The elf god died because of my incompetence to choose wisely.
Once the descender erases you, they consume your soul in all their forms and shapes. No matter where that soul might try to go, it will never escape their grasp. There's no timeline, personal space, domain expansion, or multiverse that can save you from their erasure. It's as permanent as it comes.