The place radiated an amazing tranquility, a feeling of incredible peace and serenity. The ground was as white as the clouds in the sky. Every detail had been polished, refined and built with such care that it looked like a palace worthy of the gods. This place was called the Universal Convergence. Here, the gods of the entire universe had the possibility to gather and observe, through the cosmic transmission given by the creator of the system, the different worlds and the stories that converged in them. Each god had been born and came from these worlds during what they called a Universal Convergence, a special event where each deity of the universe was invited to a meeting in which the worlds that would participate in the cosmic emission were decided.

During this broadcast, the Earth gods did not want to participate, as they preferred to observe the other broadcasts instead of worrying about their own. However, this decision caused a serious problem at the beginning of the event: the Earth collided with an alternate dimension due to the lack of divine energy in its protective barrier. This caused the opening of cracks on the planet. The gods of the Earth, and all the gods of the universe, had never witnessed anything similar on a world as young as Earth, which aroused their interest. They decided, then, that they should invoke the system to save their world and have a chance against the beasts. The Earth gods had no choice but to accept, allowing Earth to join the event.

Although at first it turned out to be entertaining for many, for the gods of the Earth it was not at all funny, since their divinities and their lives were at stake. Over time, they observed how, in just five Earth years, the planet had almost succumbed to the beings of the rift: 50% of the population had been wiped out, and 20% had been corrupted by dark beings. No one wanted to fight; they were just defending themselves. The gods had already given up that world for lost, but then the system started throwing error windows non-stop, which shocked the deities. Something had happened to the system, which suddenly released a special, somewhat distorted message, saying:

System: "A new candidate for God has been born, increasing the difficulty of the world from Normal to Nightmare mode."

This shocked all the gods, who began to exclaim that it was madness. How could a world survive with such difficulty? They complained and demanded that the administrator do something. The gods of the Earth, incredulous, looked at the screen of their planet and saw humans being guided by someone they had not seen in those five years. These humans began to improve, coming face to face against very strong and difficult bosses for conventional humans, thus earning the hope of the deities. But what surprised them the most was the final battle between the leader of the humans and the first real boss of that area. It was something never seen before, an event that even the universal gods could not believe, as that human began to shed small flashes of divinity in his soul. However, it was also at that moment that the gods could not believe that, in front of their eyes, that same human had died, or at least that was what they believed, since they could barely see or feel his soul. Faced with this, many universal gods stopped looking, others felt disappointed, and some, like Gabriel, coming from the angelic pantheon, wept and paid their respects to the hero of humanity

Determined to observe and protect what was left of humanity's hope, they watched everything closely, even the events in the city against the Pestilence. This attracted the attention of outer gods, who, seeing so many powerful humans gathered, summoned thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of lesser outer and universal gods to witness, alongside the two Outer Lords, the great battle. The initial disappointment at seeing the apparent ease with which humans would be defeated faded away with the entrance of someone who was supposed to be dead: Leon, the hero of humanity. Now, with the appearance of a low-ranking demigod, he faced the Pestilence. Almost everyone present supported the hero, like a crowd of fans, while other gods were upset to see someone overshadow their own prominence, since they had contracts with their own human heroes. After the defeat of the Pestilence, Leon created and built a great civilization that welcomed many races in one place.

While this was happening, an important meeting was taking place elsewhere. The hall seemed to be adorned with luxuries and an abundance of food, as well as having numerous thrones and comfortable seats for the gods. In one of the main seats was one of the three most beautiful goddesses - the goddess Eve, mother of mankind.

In one of the main seats was one of the three most beautiful goddesses: the goddess Eve, mother of mankind

Sitting on the highest throne, sculpted in an ethereal crystal that shone with its own light, a radiant figure stood out. Her skin was luminous, as if bathed by the first rays of dawn, and a translucent armor covered her, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors with every movement. Her hair flowed like a river of liquid gold, and her presence was so dazzling that even the stars seemed to pale in comparison.

A light surrounded her like a divine aura, and under her feet grew resplendent flowers that vanished instantly, only to be reborn in an eternal cycle of life. Her face, of divine perfection, showed serenity and peace, but her eyes, two orbs of an incandescent celestial, shone with the intensity of a thousand suns, reflecting an implacable force. His every move radiated grace and power, as if his mere existence were the personification of creation itself.

In front of her, in an absolute contrast, stood the demon queen Abrahel. His throne was a swirl of liquid shadows that seemed to devour the light. His body, of imposing proportions, was covered by a black armor, forged, apparently, in the depths of an endless abyss. His hair, long and dark, floated around him as if submerged in an invisible current, moving with a life of its own

His hair, long and dark, floated around him as if submerged in an invisible current, moving with a life of its own

Her skin, pale as the dead moon, contrasted with the scarlet flashes emanating from her eyes, two infinite wells that seemed to contain all the horrors of the cosmos. In his hands, a scepter carved from obsidian vibrated with a primal power that distorted the space around him. It was impossible not to feel the overwhelming weight of her presence, as if every breath of her essence absorbed everything that surrounded her, leaving behind an icy emptiness. The shadows at his feet twisted the ground, creating grotesque figures that seemed to moan silently before fading away.

Between her and Eve, on a throne made of intertwined roots, eroded rocks and crimson petals, stood the goddess who embodied the indomitable fury of nature. Her body was wrapped in a dress of living leaves that changed color with every movement, going from vibrant greens to incendiary reds. Her hair, a cascade of dark curls dotted with wildflowers, seemed to be bursting with life, and little creatures of light danced around her in hypnotic synchronicity.

Her hair, a cascade of dark curls dotted with wildflowers, seemed to be bursting with life, and little creatures of light danced around her in a hypnotic synchronicity

Her skin, warm and of a terracotta tone, was adorned with marks that lit up with an emerald glow, pulsating in rhythm with the heartbeat of the earth. Although her lips remained tight in an expression of serenity, her eyes, of a deep green like an ancient forest, contained the fury of storms and earthquakes. Under his throne, giant roots were emerging and twisting, as if trying to escape from the ground to engulf everything within reach. There was a terrifying balance in her, a perfect mix between creation and destruction.

The Three of them seemed visibly upset, since none of them got along well with the others, which made the male gods present in the room uncomfortable, who perceived the palpable tension emanating from the environment. A "friendly chat" was about to begin between the three goddesses.

Lilith: - Just look who we have here. Yes she is my favorite friend, the beautiful Eva. How are you doing with my dear "ex-boyfriend", dear Adam? - he said with a mischievous and malicious smile, clearly intending to provoke her.

Eva: - He's fine. She is with me every night and leaves me quite satisfied—" she replied, with a sweet smile but with a hint of venom. He seemed very needy lately. You can see that someone was not doing their job well...

This comment directly hit the pride of Lilith, who, maintaining her mischievous expression, began to exude an aura of hatred and annoyance in front of Eva, who was just smiling with kindness, emanating in turn a similar energy.

Abrahel: They look like two little girls fighting over petty nonsense. No wonder most of the gods of the pantheon avoid them. They look like two wild cats fighting over food

she said while taking a sip of wine from a thin and delicate glass resting on a nearby table, with the gaze of both goddesses fixed on her, exuding a dark aura similar to that of the other two, as if they were going to launch into the attack at any moment. However, this tense atmosphere quickly dissipated with the arrival of two gods in the hall

The god Thor entered first, radiating an intensity that charged the air around him with static electricity. Her hair, long and dark as the storm, fell in wet strands over her muscular shoulders, framing a face tanned by scars, shadows and the hardness of countless battles. His gaze, deep and dark as the abyss, seemed to pierce the very reality, as if he could see beyond time and space.

Her skin glowed with a fleeting and dazzling flash, evidencing her unbreakable connection with the power of lightning that snaked through her naked torso like veins of light

Her skin glowed with a fleeting and dazzling flash, evidencing her unbreakable connection with the power of the lightning that snaked through her naked torso like veins of light. His robust neck and defiant posture evoked a primal, indomitable strength, while the roar of thunder echoed as his personal chorus.

He did not need to carry a visible weapon, because his very presence was a weapon; a god whose essence summoned the forces of climatic chaos. All around him, the world seemed to bow to him, as if gravity itself recognized his authority. He was a titan of the storm, a god whose simple breath seemed to stir up the winds and awaken fear in those who dared to look at him.

This imposing presence, rather than intimidating them, seemed to embarrass the goddesses, especially Lilith, who showed a clear interest in seeing him so imposing. His masculinity, so direct and palpable, attracted her. After him, someone a little shorter came in. They didn't recognize him until he was completely inside and they saw him directly

It was Hercules, a figure that seemed sculpted in marble by the divine hands themselves, with chiseled muscles that promised infinite strength. His naked torso was adorned with scars, silent testimonies of countless battles, of glory and suffering, while a celestial tattoo on his chest radiated a faint golden light, a constant reminder of his divine lineage. A white cape, frayed at the edges but still majestic, hung from his shoulders, and behind him, a halo shone like an eternal sun, symbolizing the approval of the gods and the immortality of his legacy.

A white cape, frayed at the edges but still majestic, hung from his shoulders, and behind him, a halo shone like an eternal sun, symbolizing the approval of the gods and the immortality of his legacy

His face was a perfect combination of serenity and power. His gaze, a mixture of humility and determination, seemed capable of searching the soul of any mortal or immortal who dared to cross his path.

His right arm, extended in a gesture that conveyed an apparent unconcern, offered an image of sincerity and even naivety, given his youthful appearance. However, his general stance hinted at a clear warning: challenging him would be like facing an immovable mountain.

The earth itself seemed to resent his presence; every step left fine cracks in the ground, as if the place could barely support the weight of his divinity. At his waist, an ornate belt held various weapons, although he gave the impression that he rarely needed them. Hercules embodied not only brute strength, but also sacrifice, perseverance and constant struggle for a higher purpose.

The goddesses, seeing someone so young, focused their gazes on him, which made him deeply uncomfortable. His lack of experience with women, added to the countless hours dedicated to training, made him blush under the attentive gaze of such beauties. Unable to articulate a word, his obvious nervousness was noticed by Thor, who stepped between him and the goddesses, protecting him with his imposing figure. Thor watched them with disbelief, seeing such ancient beings trying to seduce such an inexperienced young man. Embarrassed, the goddesses looked away, trying to disguise their sudden interest.

It was at that moment that the God of the Wild Hunt burst into the room, his presence a blow of icy air in a previously stagnant environment. He is not a deity of light and order, but a primordial force, a predator at the height of his power.

His armor, an amalgam of dark plates and organic elements, resembles a second skin more than a protection

His armor, an amalgam of dark plates and organic elements, resembles a second skin more than a protection. It does not reflect light, but absorbs it, creating a visual void that contrasts with the red flashes of the archaic symbols engraved on its surface. These glyphs, reminiscent of runes or ancient writings, shine with an eerie intensity, as if the energy that runs through your body is manifested through them.

The hunter: Maybe it seems like a good time, it's time for the others to arrive for the meeting.

His face, hidden behind a helmet of bone and metal, is a mask of mystery and intimidation. The eye socket, sunk into darkness, emits a spectral reddish glow, the only clue to the gaze lurking behind. It is not a human gaze; it is that of a hunter, cold, calculating and full of predatory anticipation.

The hair, long and dark as the night, frames his face and extends below the helmet, waving with a life of its own, as if each strand were an extension of his will. The lower jaw, visible through the mask, reveals sharp teeth, not those of a man, but those of a beast.

From its back sprout membranous wings, not those of an angel or a demon, but those of a giant bat or a pterosaur, creatures of the night and hunting. These wings, folded against his back, seem ready to unfold at any moment, promising unparalleled speed and ferocity.

In his hand, he wields a sword not with the grace of a knight, but with the determination of an executioner. The weapon, roughly forged and made of a dark, opaque metal, looks more like a sacrificial tool than a symbol of honor.

The atmosphere surrounding the God of the Wild Hunt is palpable, a mixture of fear and fascination. He is not a deity who inspires devotion, but reverential terror. Their presence is a challenge to civilization, a reminder that nature is unforgiving and that survival is the supreme law.

It was at that moment, in which the atmosphere changed, it became much more serious, the cheerful looks, and the uncomfortable moments, were eliminated by a great and intense atmosphere of tension which, was broken by the entrance of two people.

Being the first to appear, Metatron enters the room and fills it with his imposing presence, a being of light and power whose appearance defies human understanding. He is not an angel of delicate and ethereal forms, but a cosmic entity, an architect of reality whose mere existence shakes the foundations of the mundane.

He is not an angel of delicate and ethereal forms, but a cosmic entity, an architect of reality whose mere existence shakes the foundations of the mundane

Metatron: Sorry you're late, I had to stop at a place and bring a friend.

Her figure is tall and majestic, dressed in an iridescent white armor that reflects light in a thousand directions, dazzling those present. The armor is not solid, but seems to be woven of pure energy, with arcane symbols engraved on its surface that shine with a light of their own, pulsating with ineffable power.

Colossal wings emerge from his back, not two or four, but an innumerable multitude that extend to infinity, each feather a spectrum of light and color. They are not bird's wings, but rather manifestations of cosmic force, capable of traversing dimensions and navigating the very fabric of space-time.

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His face, barely visible under the helmet, is a vision of another world. There are no recognizable human features, only a blinding light emanating from within, a supernova of consciousness that transcends physical form. One senses, rather than sees, a penetrating gaze, an intelligence that encompasses the entirety of the universe.

In his hand, he does not wield a sword or a scepter, but an even more enigmatic object - a translucent glass cube containing inside a labyrinth of complex lines and symbols. This artifact, the Merkabah, is a vehicle of ascension and knowledge, a tool for traveling through the planes of existence and unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos.

The atmosphere surrounding Metatron is electric, charged with an energy that makes every particle of the air vibrate. It is not a warm and comforting presence, but a primordial force that demands respect and reverence. Its entrance is a cosmic event, a clash of worlds that leaves those present in awe and wonder.

In turn, behind him was the current god of angels, the Archangel Gabriel, who revealed himself, not as a ghostly apparition, but as a tangible, powerful presence. His armor, a work of celestial goldsmithing in burnished silver and liquid gold, seemed to merge with the light, every detail engraved telling the story of his divinity. It was not an armor, it was the very essence of his being manifested in metal.

His wings, two colossal extensions of snowy feathers, unfolded with a majesty that encompassed the room entera.No they were simple wings, they were the strength of the wind, the purity of the sky, the might of a celestial being captured in physical form. Each feather, long and perfect, seemed to throb with a sacred energy.

Her face, a sculpture of serenity and power, radiated a light of its own. The eyes, almond-shaped and deep, shone with the wisdom of a thousand suns, the penetrating gaze revealing an understanding that transcended time and space. She was not a human beauty, it was divinity itself imprinted on her features.

In his hand, a sword of pure white fire danced, a blade of golden light that throbbed with immeasurable power. It was not a weapon, it was a symbol of justice, a beacon of hope that reminded that the light always prevails over the darkness.

Gabriel's presence filled the room, not with noise or arrogance, but with an imposing stillness. The air itself seemed to vibrate with his energy, a calm but undeniable force that commanded respect and admiration. He was not just an angel, not even an archangel. She was a force of nature, a being of light and power whose impact transcended the physical. His entrance was an event, a moment that would be etched in the memory of everyone present as a beacon of hope and divinity

After everyone who was expected arrived with the exception of some who seemed that they would not come or would be late for the meeting, so they started by silencing the room by putting a sound barrier which prevented it from being heard outside, exposing the first topic on the table, Metatron being the one who would expose this worrying situation.

Metatron: Azathoth and the higher outer gods have shown interest in this abnormality that happened on earth.The biggest problem is that Azathoth does not seek to look, he seeks to enter the event even if he has to enter by force.

These words worried most of the gods in the room the tension was palpable although the goddesses were skeptical of that revelation they thought to themselves that no one would be so reckless as to spend divinity on something as trivial as an event between mortals and aspiring minor gods so the following statement by Thor left them stunned.

Thor: Several aspirants to the supreme god have been born on earth, they have been born...

With these words the goddesses jumped up from their seats angry at the thought that he would dare to tell such a heavy joke like that since a supreme god had not been born on earth in a long time but now say that there is more than one it was impossible that was something that happened only during the beginning of time during the birth of the first religions even during great moments of change where the gods purged and chose the strongest to help them grow in their domain of divinity.

Hercules: Why does it surprise you so much after all all of us here have been born on earth we were human before "HE" gave us the opportunity to be something more than just simple humans destined to die right?

Those words made the gods more long-lived feel nostalgia for it and the goddesses some shame to remember their childhood human life but they also felt sadness one that only a god who has eternal life can feel they had to see how the mortal friends they had were falling one by one as many of them survived but being mortal they could not get to see them grow up and be deities and although they have the power to revive them or give them eternity those people did not want that they just wanted to see them at the top without having to worry about anything this made understand that the possibility was there but that this would carry a great cost for those aspirants they would have to live what they have lived something that they do not wish on anyone.

Gabriel: Not everything is so good. Among those aspirants there is one who is an aspirant to the supreme dark god or perhaps an apostle.

With that news everyone started thinking about what they should do to solve it since it was something they could not understand because someone would want to be a dark one but their doubts were dispelled the moment someone entered the meeting this was the goddess Athena.

The doors open with a deep, metallic sound, as if the universe itself were giving in to their presence. The light hesitates for a moment before being swallowed up by the majestic shadow cast over the threshold. There she is.

Athena: I'm sorry I'm late but I had to get rid of the upset that I got to know that certain sluts made one of my beloved contractors to take me away in exchange for them

Athena: I'm sorry I'm late but I had to get rid of the upset that I got to know that certain sluts made one of my beloved contractors to take me away in exchange for them

Her silhouette is imposing, a figure sculpted in the purest darkness, wrapped in an armor that seems to absorb light and return it in pale and sharp reflections. The black of her dress is not a simple cloth; it is an abyss, a fragment of the cosmos compressed in the form of a goddess. Every detail of her outfit is a masterpiece of war and divinity: thorns, spikes and reliefs of stormy crusaders adorn her chest, her gloves and the long skirt that slides after her with the heaviness of an unshakable fate.

His eyes, icy and inhumanly red, cross the room like a divine judgment. They are two flames of blood contained in a face that exudes beauty, authority and a coldness that freezes the soul. The hair, silvery and ethereal, falls in cascades on her back, floating in the atmosphere with the lightness of a sacred mist. Each strand seems to move with its own will, as if the wind were kneeling before its passage.

Behind her, a halo glows with a celestial geometry; an aureole of cryptic symbols and abstract spears spinning slowly, as if the war itself were crowning her. It is a dark sun, a perpetual eclipse that follows her, announcing the inevitable destruction.

He carries in his hands the weight of death and justice. His gauntlet, covered with thorns and blackened metals, closes with the firmness of one who does not know doubt. In his other hand, a sword glides with an invisible edge, as if the very shadow of justice materialized in his grip.

When he takes a step forward, the air thickens. The temperature drops, and an invisible pressure pushes the chest of those who contemplate it. It is the feeling of being faced with the unattainable, perfectly turned into terror. He does not walk; he advances like an unappealable sentence, with the grace of a fallen angel and the brutality of a goddess of war.

His presence not only fills the room, it consumes it. He is a walking eclipse, a being forged in divinity and battle. He does not need to speak; his mere existence is a decree of absolute power.

Athena: So tell me do you have something to say Eva, Lilith and abrahel?

She said these words with a kindly macabre smile, the 3 goddesses tried to pretend insanity, in turn that the other gods were uncomfortable about that matter.

It was then that Athena raised her hand, keeping her listening magic, showing that she was listening to everything while she was coming, taking out one of the screens with which it is allowed to watch the event, putting it on so that everyone can see it, starting to talk again.

Athena: They should have paid attention to the event because I think it is obvious to everyone who is the apostle of darkness, which is unfortunate for a soul who was pure kindness and wanted the protection of his own... now he's just looking for revenge.

The gods could see someone they recognized perfectly. He was a person who was one of the first to give hope to humanity on one of the many continents of the planet, but now they didn't see a hero, they saw a human almost turned into a beast, killing people and monsters alike right and left in pursuit of finding his revenge. He lived soaked in the blood of his enemies. The eyes... they were full of anger, grief, pain, sadness. For these, red tears kept falling as she screamed to the sky saying that he had finally returned and it was time to take his revenge.

Athena let them see something worse than just death, looking up with her little chibi at the event, showing a whole city no... an entire province consumed in the flames of destruction! Being not only one, but hundreds of people forced to follow him, being many of the guardians of that province plunged into curses and mental controls by 2 other apostles who were next to the major. These images were heartbreaking. The entire province of Buenos Aires has been wiped off the map!

Supreme Apostle: You filled my heart with hatred... all of you... all of you who have taken from me what I loved... NOW THIS WILL BE YOUR DESTINY!

The images began to become blurred and unstable as the apostle let his power shoot out, destroying everything in his path, turning off the image on the screen. This not only worried the gods, but the people on the continent saw this. Every province knew that it was happening, except the province of Cordoba that did not get into other matters because they were busy at that time with the war between the dragons and the fallen angels, helping in the rear as they could, so the gods were worried.

It was then that someone in the darkness spoke with a soft and warm tone, but at the same time gloomy and dull, like a pure soul walking in the deepest darkness.

Nix: You shouldn't be afraid of the dark.. for just as the apostle of darkness was born.. the apostle of light has been with us since the beginning of the event...

The gloom came before her presence, as if reality itself contracted to receive her. There are no footsteps announcing his arrival, just a silent murmur that sucks in the light and plunges the world into an ethereal void. And then, there she is.

Nix glides into the scene with the solemnity of a total eclipse

Nix glides into the scene with the solemnity of a total eclipse. Her skin, pale as the moon at its zenith, contrasts with the unfathomable blackness of her dress, a work of living shadows woven with the very essence of the night. Dark lace adorns her torso, outlining a figure of ethereal perfection, while a ghostly glow seeps between the delicate slits of her outfit, as if the universe conspires to frame her silhouette in an aura of absolute mystery.

Her hair, black as the abyss between the stars, falls in soft waves that seem to float in a rarefied air. There is no wind, but its strands move with a purpose of their own, as if the night itself were dancing in their presence. Among her locks, small pale flowers and silver ornaments capture the little light that dares to exist in her domain, shining with a melancholy brightness.

Nix's eyes, golden as the last spark of a consumed sunset, watch with devastating indifference. His gaze is unfathomable, a reflection of eternity, where time and existence are mere whispers trapped in its abyss. There is no cruelty in his expression, but also no mercy. Only the certainty that she is the end and the beginning of everything that is hidden in the darkness.

In her hands, suspended in the air with an impossible gravity, she spins a sphere of darkness in perpetual expansion. Its center is a pit of absolute blackness, surrounded by slowly rotating rings of energy, tracing arcane symbols that fade and reappear in an endless cycle. Small sparks of a spectral brightness are detached from its edge, consuming themselves in nothingness before touching the ground.

The atmosphere that accompanies it is suffocating, an invisible pressure that oppresses the soul and silences the breath. It is not only darkness that he brings with him, but an emptiness that drains the color from the world, reducing it to a forgotten dream. The moon shines with a dimmer light after its arrival, as if even the night star bends before its presence.

Nix doesn't need to talk. His mere existence is a decree of absolute dominion over the night, the darkness and all the secrets that are hidden in his eternal embrace.

Nix: Everyone should already know who I'm talking about.. isn't that so?..

The gods, the instant he finished speaking, paid their respect by making a slight bow to Nix, one of the daughters of chaos, mother of pure and cruel night at the same time. She was a woman whose presence commanded respect among those around her, born before the birth of the Earth, builder and founder of the planet. That same woman was in front of them to give hope to the darkness that was on Earth.

But at Nix's words, the doubt grew as he did not understand who he was talking about, daring one of the youngest and dumbest to speak.

Hercules: Miss Nix, tell me who exactly are you talking about, I'm kind of confused, could you explain to us about it?

Hercules' words made the others tremble, because although it was respectful to ask a star god for explanations it was almost an insult, expecting the worst, they just looked elsewhere. But to their surprise, Nix just stroked Hercules' hair and just started talking softly.

Nix: Hope was something that was born due to the intervention of someone between the timelines, I have seen the Earth perish many times and it has been difficult to find a way to save it, to create the apostle of light and darkness...

This scared and confused everyone, was he trying to say that this is just a rebooted timeline? This didn't surprise them so much, but it made them confused because this meant that their fate was sealed, but was Goddess Nix saying that fate would change this time? How would that happen? Who would make it? It was then that, faced with so many doubts, she took her event screen herself to show them someone that perhaps everyone already knows.

Upon seeing him, the elder gods laughed as they were expecting something like this, but they didn't think they would come to see him in person, as it had been a long time since they saw a supreme aspirant and apostle at the same time. Some were a little incredulous since he did have incredible feats, but they did not believe that he was worthy of that title, instead the goddesses thought about whether they should have their contractor help him more. But it was at that moment that most of the gods present saw that he was not alone, but that most of his contractors were next to him, they were his friends and now they finished realizing that maybe he was the one, so Nix turning off the screen.

Nix: These images are from many months ago, but everything remains the same, remember that time on Earth passes differently than here, while we are talking on Earth time continues to pass like this q-

Her words were interrupted, as a great rumble made the celestial realm of the event shake, everyone falling to the floor because of the tremor that was felt, so instantly using her divine powers to teleport to the gathering area of gods of the event, noticing that the barrier had been broken by someone, which annoyed Nix since she had made that barrier with a lot of effort to then notice that those who entered from the break were dark gods which were not hostile since they did not attack, but they didn't speak either and it wasn't until one of the dark supremes stepped forward that everyone became tense.

Erebu enters the room without the need to announce himself; his very presence is a cataclysm of living darkness. The light retreats, smothered by a blackness that spreads out like an infinite sea, and reality seems to give in to its domination. Every step he takes, although silent, leaves a trace of liquid shadows that expand with a will of their own, as if the ground itself begged to be consumed by his essence.

Erebu: Hey hey hey.. there's no need to get so tense, I just came to chat..

Her body is a monument to infernal elegance. A black suit, fitted with supernatural precision, envelops her figure with a texture that seems to absorb the little luminosity that dares to exist in her presence. The reflection of her clothing glows dimly, but not with the light, but with a lurking opacity, as if it were the very skin of the night. The fabric moves with him like a living being, adapting to his every gesture, with a fluidity that suggests that it is not made of ordinary material, but of the very substance of the abyss.

His face is an absence. There are no eyes, mouth or features that denote humanity; only a smooth surface, white as a total eclipse, without any expression. And yet, his presence screams with a terrifying intensity. He is a conscious void, a being whose existence does not need factions to inspire dread. The feeling of being watched by him is overwhelming, as if every thought, every deepest fear is exposed to his unfathomable invisible gaze.

From his back emerge appendages of pure darkness, tentacles that twist like limbs of a forgotten deity. They are not mere extensions of his body; they are entities of their own, throbbing with a primordial malevolence. They move with a mixture of predatory slowness and jerky movements, as if the air itself were tearing in their path. Every time one of them glides through the environment, it leaves a trail of scarlet liquid that bubbles as if it were boiling, disintegrating into a crimson vapor that slowly dissipates.

Around them, the environment becomes dense, heavy, as if the air has been transformed into a viscous, icy fluid that clings to the skin and restricts the lungs. It is not only his presence that oppresses, but the absolute certainty that everything that comes within his radius of influence ceases to belong to the world of the living. Time itself seems to be slowing down, trapped in a prison of gloom with no beginning and no end.

Erebu does not need to speak, or make a single gesture to convey his message. Its mere existence is an omen that the darkness has not only arrived, but was always there, waiting for the moment to claim what belongs to it.

Nix, upset by the way Erebu broke his barrier, advanced by putting herself in front of him. She stared at his non-existent white face and the argument began.

Nix: What have you come for, unfinished drawing?

Erebu: Let's see if I could chat for a while with some friends, you spoiled little girl.

Nix: Walking sperm.

Erebu: Dwarf easier than the table of one.

Nix: Why don't you smile more? You look like you have a bad face.

Erebu: I don't know, do you tell me why you tilt your face so much to look at me?

The discussion turned funny and somewhat anticlimactic, but to no one's surprise, the aura imposed by both was so strong that almost everyone, except the outer gods, were kneeling due to the pressure exerted by both, so they stopped arguing when they noticed it. That's how Nix asked first:

Nix: What have you really come for, Erebu?

Erebu was silent for a while until he finally said what he wanted.

Erebu: I've come to make a bet with you.

Nix, somewhat confused, asked: A bet, did you say?

Erebu: Exactly, your apostle of light against our apostle of darkness. If you win, we will give you half of our divinity and we will not interfere in the affairs of mortals, but if you lose, you will do the same.

This was a risky bet. All the gods started arguing, some couldn't accept, others wanted them to accept to get an advantage, others just wanted a good show, but these arguments irritated Nix who couldn't think clearly. It was then that an outer god in a mask said the following:

Ex: Let's make a vote, the one who wants to accept the bet raise his hand and the one who does not want to just stay silent.

Nix liked the idea, so she was the first to accept the bet, she fully trusted her apostle and so the majority of gods, but it was a minority of high-ranking gods who despised mortals who voted against, so this bet has been accepted, so the dark gods and the gods of the event just watched the screen and asked in unison to the creator of the all-observing system to heed their request, to which after a while without any response the screen lit up showing the new mission for Earth.

Mission: To remove the apostle from darkness

Time: infinite

Reward: divinity

Punishment if they fail: absolute death