In the depths of solemn, inscrutable woods rose a celestial castle, its spires reaching toward the heavens. From a shimmering fissure emerged a wounded being, its otherworldly form collapsing onto the hallowed earth in bewilderment. The eerie crimson light cast by multiple moons overhead signalled the lateness of the hour, further unsettling its senses.

"You're in my realm, squid," Lucidia proclaimed, her arms folded as her crimson eyes ignited. Despite its resistance, the eldritch was compelled to hover in mid-air, irresistibly drawn towards an unconscious figure who bore an uncanny resemblance to Lucidia. Powerless and filled with dread, the eldritch commenced its assimilation of the woman.

On the 3587th floor of the castle, embraced by angelic windows that rose tall like celestial sentinels, the outside world unfolded in a spectacle of pandemonium and malevolence. A demonic panorama stretched to the distant horizon, where serrated peaks pierced the crimson heavens, casting ominous shadows that danced across the desolate plains below. Rivers of molten lava wound through the contorted landscape, their fiery currents illuminating the night with a foreboding glow.

In stark contrast to the infernal vista beyond, the castle's interior radiated an ethereal beauty that seemed almost incongruous amidst the surrounding darkness. Soft red moonlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of hues onto marble floors adorned with intricate patterns. Delicate tapestries depicting scenes of celestial grandeur hung from the walls, their threads shimmering with a divine luminescence. Yet, despite the serenity within, the air hummed with latent power, evidence of the formidable forces concealed within the castle's walls.

It was a juxtaposition of beauty and darkness, a sign of the capricious nature of the realm and its inhabitants.

"Even an eldritch quivers in the presence of the Fallen One's Realm," Morgrath quipped, his warm smile unwavering despite the eldritch's frantic motions. "You truly are a formidable force, my dear."

Lucidia, momentarily breaking from her intense concentration, uncrossed her arms with an annoyed huff. With a glare that could freeze lava, she raised her hand and extended her middle finger in a gesture that spoke volumes, before resuming her focus without a word.

"Consider yourself fortunate to merge with a replica of me, an unparalleled and supreme goddess," she murmured to the eldritch with a seductive undertone, her silken strands cascading around her face, revealing the black cross earring beneath her right earlobe.

Morgrath closed his grimoire, tucking it away inside his Omniversal Pocket before reaching for another tome. "Here's to hoping this experiment yields fruit. Time is a precious commodity, after all. There are countless holy kingdoms relying on my sage advice," he commented casually, his demeanour retaining its laid-back nature despite the gravity of his undertaking.

"You've repeated this refrain countless times, yet you remain here, just as committed to this endeavour as I am," Lucidia countered, her crimson gaze ablaze with willpower, while Morgrath's sombre eyes betrayed a trace of unvoiced melancholy.

A deep, infernal resonance reverberated through the castle chamber, heralded by the piercing gaze of a draconic eye peering through the window. The silhouette of an immense dragon cast its shadow against the backdrop of the night, its form barely discernible amidst the darkness. "Is the living weapon complete?" growled Nihilignis, his voice carrying the weight of aeons of power. Though shrouded in dim light, the faint glimmer of gold-eyed white scales hinted at the monstrous presence lurking just beyond the window's edge.

Morgrath's voice dripped with patronising amusement. "It's rather unfortunate, my dear Nihilignis, that you can't seem to transform into a more diminutive form," he remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Imagine if you could shrink yourself smaller than the mightiest mountains across the omniverses. Then, you wouldn't be brooding out there like an oversized guard dog."

Nihilignis's voice resonated with undeniable power as he issued a stern warning, "Any further insults, and you'll feel the searing heat of my Azure Breath of Oblivion."

Their exchange ground to a sudden halt as Lucidia's clone's eyes widened, shifting to a spectral white glow, while her usually ivory skin darkened into a deep purple hue. With a piercing scream, she unleashed a tumultuous surge of malevolent energy, flooding the room with chaotic power.

As tendrils of power gnawed at his flesh, Morgrath winced, sensing the decay seeping through his typically youthful, olive complexion. "Your powers far surpass mine," he managed through gritted teeth, his voice steady yet laced with urgency. "I implore both of you for assistance. This entity not only menaces my corporeal form but voraciously devours my energy with insatiable hunger."

"Pathetic," Lucidia sneered, her advance slow and menacing. "Despite your rise from mere humanity to a nebular demilich, you cling to divine crutches."

"The weakest hound barks the loudest," Nihilignis interjected, his tone dripping with venom. "And you, Fallen One, must restrain your powers lest they encroach upon mine."

"Funny you should mention that," Lucidia retorted, her fingers adorned with jewellery that shimmered in the dim castle light. With a snap of her fingers, a potent blend of divine and demonic energies erupted forth, sizzling with bloodlust before hurtling toward her clone with ferocious velocity.

Nihilignis followed suit, his colossal form exuding an aura of ancient power as he unleashed a deluge of draconic and demonic might. Outside the castle, his immense presence caused the very air to shiver, while his powers seeped through the angelic windows, staining the once sanctified atmosphere with an even more sinister light.

Caught in the crossfire, the clone was consumed by the overwhelming energies. Initially, her form appeared to ripple and distort, buffeted by the conflicting forces. Yet, with a sudden surge of power, the chaos halted abruptly, leaving the clone ensconced within a crackling sphere of shimmering energy.

"I asked for assistance, not annihilation!" Morgrath exclaimed. His hands ran through his dishevelled black hair. "This was meant to be my magnum opus, my ultimate creation! It took us millennia to reach this apex!"

Sinking to his knees, a grimace of pain contorted his face. He ran his finger over his wounds, channelling his energy to replace the decayed flesh with new, revitalised tissue. Then, with a wave of his hand, his priestly robe was restored to its former glory.

Silence fell heavy upon the room, broken only by the rhythm of Nihilignis's breathing. Lucidia, usually quick with a retort or action, fell into a rare moment of contemplation, her hand pressed against her mouth as she pondered the situation. But then Lucidia's eight scarlet wings began to flicker, a sign of her unease. 'I sensed a presence more ancient than even I, and that overgrown lizard,' she declared, her tone tinged with alertness.

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"I've been watching," echoed a voice from the shadows, filled with primordial might. "This vessel will give me meaning."

Void clouds materialised out of thin air, engulfing the entire room in an oppressive shroud. Morgrath collapsed, his body rendered immobile by the overpowering force. Lucidia, though still standing, felt the weight of the void pressing down upon her, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she watched the swirling void cloud with growing apprehension. Meanwhile, Nihilignis remained a silent observer, his massive form unperturbed by the events before him.

The void smoke coalesced around the corpse, enveloping it in a black mist. With an unnatural movement, the corpse began to rise, its form twisting as if pulled by unseen forces. As the transformation occurred, the clone's once-purple skin faded, gradually becoming fair and unblemished. Simultaneously, its long white hair darkened to a deep black, cascading in wavy strands tied in a low ponytail. The red eyes dulled, replaced by the haunting depths of oceanic blue.

The body shifted, growing slightly taller and more fit, its features morphing into something altogether more imposing and otherworldly. It now resembled a beautifully divine woman, with fair skin, a tall and fit stature, and mesmerising oceanic eyes. The void mantle draped around her form, adding an air of mystery and power. From her back emerged ten black angel wings, their dark feathers contrasting against the ethereal glow surrounding her.

As she extended her hand, the observers noticed the clone's nails, once red, now purple, matching the darkness of her wings. However, the absence of her right arm drew their attention, replaced by an eerie eldritch essence that occasionally dripped, a reminder of her otherworldly nature.

"What in the 72 Hells is going on?!" exclaimed Morgrath, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and alarm.

"Nothing. Empty," declared the mysterious woman, her voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance. As the void power began to stabilise, she continued, her tone hollow yet resolute. "I am the Void Incarnate. And I will begin anew."

With those words, the void pressure dissipated, leaving the woman staring ahead with an empty gaze, as if contemplating the vastness of eternity.

Morgrath stood erect, smoothing the folds of his gown with palpable trepidation. "Is it just me, or did it feel like we died countless times without even realising it? I can't quite find the words to describe it."

"With a modicum of insight, your words ring true," Nihilignis rumbled, his voice a deep, resonant growl akin to the rolling thunder of a storm brewing on the horizon. "Before the tenuous balance of her void energies settles, she unleashes her unfathomable might, rending not only our existence and this plane but shattering the very fabric of all omniverses across time and space. Then, in less time than it takes to draw breath, she weaves reality anew from the depths of oblivion. Yet, even in this infinitesimal moment, her myriad essences writhe in tumultuous instability. We, insignificant beings, merely fade, dwindling with each passing heartbeat," Nihilignis expounded with bone-chilling matter-of-factness, his gaze piercing them like an orb of molten topaz.

"How enlightening," Morgrath retorted with a dramatic flourish, raising both of his arms in the air. "Your explanation is truly enlightening, Nihilignis. Your penchant for the annihilation of omniverses and realms has always been abundantly clear. It appears the prospect of their permanent destruction brings you no small amount of pleasure."

Nihilignis's voice resonated with a deep, demonic rumble that filled the chamber, its malevolent timbre echoing with sinister growls. With a thrill coursing through him, he flexed his massive wings and ascended from Lucidia's heavenly castle. Every beat of his mighty wings birthed razor-sharp tornadoes that tore through the landscape below. Towering trees were uprooted and shredded into splinters, while gargoyles, succubi, wyverns, and other larger airborne demons met explosive ends in his path. With a wild gleam in his eyes, Nihilignis conjured a humongous monochrome rift and soared into it, eager to unleash destruction upon a new realm.

Meanwhile, Morgrath muttered to himself, "Death has been a close companion of mine for quite some time, but this sensation... it's beyond even my intimate acquaintance with mortality."

"We've concocted a monstrosity," Lucidia mused, her crimson dress hugging her curves as if it were a part of her own skin, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. With one hand delicately slithering a tantalising path beneath the fabric and poised on her breast, she continued, "Despite our plan taking an unexpected turn, it's transformed into something beyond our wildest imaginings. With her emergence, judging from the cynical lizard's reaction, we now wield a power that not only rivals but may eclipse even the Throne of Omniverses."

"If I were still a mere mortal, perhaps I'd feel a tad of excitement, despite your predilection for conflict and fervour," remarked Morgrath, his tone laced with a blend of caution and intrigue. He approached the enigmatic woman, his movements deliberate and calculated. "And you, would you cease your vacant stare and offer a coherent explanation?"

"It's not you," Lucidia moaned, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to caress the very air, as if confiding in the universe itself. "Her name is Lumi'Nae. I've just decided." Her words lingered in the air, pregnant with significance, as she conjured a crystal-clear glass brimming with apple juice into her awaiting palm. The other hand remained delicately engaged beneath the folds of her dress, her fingers now gliding techniques known only to her. A playful smile danced upon her lips, almost daring anyone to question her.

"She will obliterate Eloharis," Lucidia declared, her tone initially firm and unwavering, "and ascend to the Throne of Omniverses." Then, a gentle, involuntary exhalation escaped her lips. With a swirl of the juice, she marvelled at the fluidity of her dream, the motion synchronised seamlessly with the gentle caress of her fingers. As she savoured the thought, an unexpected surge of pleasure rippled through her, causing a small droplet to escape the glass, splattering upon her dress. This incidental stain stood as a symbol to the capricious nature of her ambitions and the irresistible allure of her desires.

"And I'll be right there, front and centre," she gasped once more, indulging in a leisurely sip. Her eyes were simultaneously distant yet piercing, as though delving into the very core of fate itself. "Picture me, a vision of splendour, seated upon that revered throne. I can't help but wonder," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye, "how Lumi'Nae will shine beneath my shroud." Overwhelmed with excitement, she sank to the ground, the glass slipping from her grasp, its liquid spilling like an offering at her feet.

She slipped off her empyrean heels and settled onto the hallowed floor. With her legs spread wide and her high heels nestled underneath her, she moved with deliberate intention. "Lumi'Nae!" she panted, each utterance growing more fervent with every repetition. After she had reached her climax, she provocatively lifted each leg in turn and delicately licked the spilled nectar from her feet. Each touch brought a delicious sensation to her lips, savouring its sweet essence with every caress. The cool breeze gently whispered its way into the depths of her bottom and sent shivers shivers down her spine. She stumbled forward, her ample bosom meeting the ground, her rear end lifted with both high heels awkwardly wedged in. Fatigue etched upon her features amidst the aftermath she unwittingly unfurled.

"Your struggle resonates deeply with me," Morgrath confessed, his gaze lingering on Lucidia's boldly exposed, burdened posterior and her weary wings, now flattened with exhaustion. "You've triumphed over Eloharis, only to face rejection from the throne due to your, shall we say, corrupted lineage." He raised his fist triumphantly into the air. "Still, your celestial essence shines undeniably," he declared. His signature gentle smile, perfected over countless rehearsals, graced his face as he followed with a sympathetic shrug. In response, Lucidia, barely managing to push herself up from the floor, her lips still flowing with the residue of her actions, turned her head back to look at Morgrath and offered a half-smile, its subtle arc laced with an aura of peril.

As Morgrath shook his head and turned away, he was startled to find the Dark Lady's face uncomfortably close to his own, her towering height looming over him. He couldn't suppress the undignified cry that escaped him, taken aback by her sudden proximity.

"I don't know," Lumi'Nae simply replied.