The grand ball was in full swing, its opulent surroundings filled with the elite of various empires. Angel moved gracefully through the throng, her every gesture and word captivating those around her. Her cuteness and charm were so overwhelming that even Vermond, hardened by years of villainy, felt a twinge of warmth in his heart as he watched her.

Seeing the effect she was having, Vermond leaned down and whispered in her ear, Vermond: "Call me Father for now."

Angel looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with understanding, and nodded. Angel: "Yes, Father," she said, her voice sweet and innocent.

As she continued to mingle, many guests were drawn to her, unable to resist her charm. Some Prince: "Which empire are you from?" they asked, curiosity piqued.

Angel smiled, a picture of grace and sweetness. Angel: "I am from the Heavenly Empire," she replied.

This answer left many guests perplexed. They exchanged puzzled glances, whispering among themselves. Some Guest: "The Heavenly Empire? Never heard of it," one murmured.

Another Guest: "Perhaps they are from a distant region," another suggested.

Vermond watched from a distance, his sinister smile widening as he observed the confusion and curiosity spreading among the guests. He waited patiently, biding his time until a representative from a large empire approached Angel.

Finally, his patience was rewarded. A tall, handsome man with dark black hair and piercing dark eyes, dressed in fine sci-fi attire, made his way toward Angel. His presence commanded attention, and Vermond recognized him as a potential key to furthering his plans.

Darkness and Lightness, always attuned to Vermond's thoughts, watched eagerly for his next move. Darkness: "Here we go," Darkness whispered.

Lightness: "Let's see how he plays this," Lightness added, smirking.

The dark-haired stranger introduced himself to Angel, his voice smooth and confident. Dark Haired guy: "Good evening, milady. I am Prince Darian of the Obsidian Empire. Might I have the pleasure of your company?"

Angel curtsied gracefully, her smile never wavering. Angel: "It is an honor, Prince Darian. I am Angel of the Heavenly Empire."

Prince Darian raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "The Heavenly Empire? I must admit, I have not heard of it before."

Angel maintained her charming demeanor: "We are a newer empire, striving to make our mark in the galaxy."

Vermond, sensing the perfect moment, stepped forward: "Indeed, Prince Darian," he said, his voice commanding yet respectful. "I am Vermond, ruler of the Heavenly Empire and Angel's father. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Prince Darian regarded Vermond with a mixture of curiosity and respect. Prince Darian: "The pleasure is mine, Lord Vermond. Your daughter is truly enchanting."

Vermond inclined his head slightly: "Thank you, Prince Darian. We are honored by your interest."

As the conversation continued, Vermond subtly guided it towards potential alliances and mutual interests. Prince Darian, clearly impressed by Angel and intrigued by the enigmatic Heavenly Empire, listened attentively.

Darkness and Lightness observed with keen interest, their silent commentary adding to the scene. Darkness: "He's weaving his web," Darkness said.

Lightness, Agreed: "Drawing them in with every word."

Vermond's plan was unfolding perfectly. By the end of the evening, Prince Darian was thoroughly enchanted by Angel and intrigued by the prospects of an alliance with the Heavenly Empire.

As the ball drew to a close, Vermond and Angel bid their farewells, leaving behind a trail of fascination and curiosity. The seeds of potential alliances had been sown, and Vermond knew that his influence was spreading.

Back on their flagship, Vermond turned to Angel. "You did well, Angel. Remember, we must keep our true power a secret. The more they underestimate us, the stronger we become."

Angel nodded, her loyalty unwavering: "Yes, Father. I understand."

With a satisfied smile, Vermond began to outline his next plan. The ball had been a success, but it was only the beginning. With each step, his empire grew stronger, his power more absolute. And with Angel by his side, he knew that no force in the galaxy could stand against him.

Vermond and Angel returned to their planet, the glow of their recent success at the grand ball still fresh in their minds. The journey back had been swift, the fleet moving with precision under Vermond's command. But as they landed and disembarked, something unexpected caught Vermond's eye.

There, in the garden where Kiara often spent her time, stood the Fallen Prince. His regal demeanor was tinged with frustration and confusion as he spoke with Kiara. Sensing an opportunity, Vermond's eyes narrowed, and he approached them with Angel by his side.

Vermond called out, his voice smooth and authoritative: "Kiara, what is happening here?"

Kiara looked up, relief evident in her eyes: "Vermond, the prince arrived shortly after you left for the ball. He has questions about recent events."

The Fallen Prince turned to Vermond, his expression a mix of determination and desperation. Fallen Prince: "I demand to know what is truly happening here. Your empire, this Heavenly Empire appears out of nowhere, and now my fleet is stationed near your borders. Explain yourself."

Vermond regarded the prince with a calm, almost serene expression: "Prince, let us discuss this matter over tea. There is much to explain, and I believe you will find our intentions... enlightening."

The prince hesitated but eventually nodded: "Very well."

Inside the grand chamber, a table was set with a fine tea service. Vermond poured the tea himself, a gesture meant to disarm and put the prince at ease. As they sipped the tea, Vermond began to speak, his voice laced with subtle power.

Vermond: "Our Heavenly Empire is indeed new, but our goals are noble," Vermond said, his eyes locking onto the prince's. "We seek to bring order and prosperity to the galaxy, uniting the scattered empires under a single, benevolent rule."

The prince listened, his initial skepticism slowly giving way to intrigue. Vermond's words were persuasive, each one carefully chosen to sow seeds of doubt and curiosity in the prince's mind.

Vermond: "Join us," Vermond continued, his voice a soft, compelling whisper. "With your strength and our vision, we can achieve greatness together. Imagine a galaxy where peace and order reign supreme, where our people thrive under a just and fair rule."

As he spoke, Vermond's eyes glowed faintly, his hidden powers working to manipulate the prince's thoughts. Darkness and Lightness, ever watchful, observed in silence, their presence a constant reminder of Vermond's dual nature.

The prince's resistance wavered, his thoughts becoming clouded. He began to see Vermond's vision not as a threat but as an opportunity. His will bent under Vermond's influence, the prince found himself nodding slowly.

Fallen Prince: "Perhaps... perhaps you are right," the prince said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Perhaps together, we can achieve something greater."

Vermond smiled, a smile that held both promise and menace: "Indeed, Prince. Together, we will usher in a new era."

With the prince now under his sway, Vermond turned his attention to the small fleet of cruisers that had accompanied him. Using the same manipulative powers, Vermond extended his influence, ensuring that the crews of the cruisers were also loyal to him.

By the time the meeting concluded, the Fallen Prince and his fleet were fully integrated into Vermond's growing empire. Vermond had gained a powerful new ally, and his influence had expanded even further.

As the prince took his leave, promising to return with more support, Vermond turned to Angel, Kiara, and Kiana. Vermond: "Our empire grows stronger by the day. The prince and his fleet are now ours."

Kiara and Kiana exchanged glances, their respect and admiration for Vermond evident. Angel, standing close by, looked up at Vermond with a mix of awe and loyalty.

Angel: "What is our next move, Father?" Angel asked, her voice filled with determination.

Vermond's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Vermond: "We solidify our alliances and continue to expand our influence. The galaxy will soon understand the true power of the Heavenly Empire."

With each passing day, Vermond's plans grew bolder, his power more absolute. The galaxy, still unaware of the full extent of his ambition, would soon come to realize that Vermond and his Heavenly Empire were a force to be reckoned with. And as long as Angel and his loyal followers stood by his side, Vermond knew that nothing could stand in his way.

Vermond stood on the balcony of his grand palace, gazing out at his burgeoning empire. His mind was always at work, always plotting the next move to secure his power and expand his influence. Turning inward, he called upon Darkness.

Vermond: "Do we have enough souls to create a shield system for the entire planet?" Vermond asked, his tone decisive.

Darkness materialized beside him, a shadowy figure with a deep, echoing voice. Darkness: "You have a billion souls, Mr. Villain. The shield system will cost you 600,000 souls. It's a significant expenditure."

Lightness, a contrasting figure of light and warmth, appeared on Vermond's other side. Lightness: "I can decrease the soul consumption to 400,000," Lightness offered, his voice soothing.

Vermond nodded thoughtfully: "That's acceptable. I'll devise a plan to replenish our soul supply later."

Closing his eyes, Vermond began to imagine the intricate design of a planetary shield system. He envisioned a large, futuristic building at the center of his capital, its tall spires emitting a powerful, protective shield that would encompass the entire planet.

As he focused, the image in his mind began to take form in reality. In the heart of the town, a colossal, gleaming structure materialized, radiating with an intense, protective energy. then he said the power word "Awaken." The ground shook as the building anchored itself, its presence undeniable.

The citizens of Vermond's empire were stunned. They gathered around the new structure, awestruck by its size and power. Whispers of amazement spread through the crowd, and soon, everyone was talking about the miraculous shield that now protected their planet.

To conceal the true source of his power, Vermond stepped forward and announced: "This magnificent shield system was created by my daughter, Angel, to ensure our safety and prosperity."

The crowd erupted in applause, their admiration and gratitude directed at Angel. She stood beside Vermond, her beauty and charm captivating as always. She smiled and accepted their praise, playing her part perfectly.

Inwardly, Vermond laughed, his mind reveling in his devious scheme. The praise and adoration were directed at Angel, but he alone knew the truth of his power and plans.

Darkness and Lightness, ever-present in his thoughts, couldn't help but tease him.

Darkness: "Always so cunning," Darkness chuckled.

Lightness: "Ever the mastermind," Lightness added with a grin.

Vermond's laughter echoed in his mind, blending with the silent mirth of his eternal companions. He looked out over his empire, confident that his plans were progressing perfectly. With the new shield system in place, his planet was now more secure than ever, and the people’s loyalty to Angel and by extension, to him was stronger than ever.

Vermond stood in his throne room, the echoes of his empire's achievements reverberating through the halls. His mind was constantly abuzz with plans and schemes. This time, he had a bold idea: to gather an enormous number of souls. Initially, he thought of mobilizing his army and fleet, but then a thought struck him, he would go solo. Or at least, mostly solo.

Darkness and Lightness materialized beside him, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Darkness: "So, Vermond plans a solo mission?" Darkness teased, his voice dripping with irony.

Lightness: "Or perhaps not so solo after all," Lightness added with a smirk.

Ignoring their jibes, Vermond called for Angel. She arrived swiftly, her presence purity and innocence. Vermond: "Angel," he said, "we are going on a mission. It's time you learned how to fight."

Angel's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Angel: "Yes, Father," she replied obediently.

Vermond closed his eyes, his mind conjuring the image of a sleek stealth corvette. Within moments, the ship materialized before them, shimmering in the sunlight. Without notifying anyone, Vermond and Angel boarded the corvette and departed, slipping away unnoticed.

As they settled into the ship, Vermond sat in the captain's chair, deep in thought. Suddenly, he felt a small, warm hand on his. He looked down to see Angel, blushing furiously. Angel: "Father," she murmured, "may I sit on your lap?"

Caught off guard, Vermond hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Of course, Angel."

As she settled onto his lap, her warmth radiated through him. Darkness and Lightness, ever present, couldn't resist making their usual comments.

Darkness: "Vermond is becoming a true villain father," Darkness chuckled.

Lightness: "Indeed, a doting villain father," Lightness added with a grin.

Vermond ignored them, focusing on the mission ahead. They soon detected a fleet in the distance, which Vermond initially believed to be pirates. He imagined an array of space missiles, ready to obliterate the enemy. The fleet was quickly alerted to their presence, but it was too late. The missiles launched, streaking through the void towards their targets.

As the explosions lit up the darkness of space, Vermond felt a rush of satisfaction. However, that satisfaction quickly turned to horror as he realized the fleet he had just annihilated was not a pirate fleet but one of refugees, containing over 10 billion innocent souls. The devastation was absolute, and the realization hit Vermond hard.

Darkness was quick to seize the moment: "Congratulations, Vermond," he said with mock solemnity. "You've just become a true villain."

Lightness: "Indeed," Lightness agreed, "killing innocents with such efficiency."

Vermond's mind raced to rationalize the massacre: "It was the pirates who killed them," he muttered, convincing himself as much as anyone else. Turning to Angel, he said, "We must eliminate all the bad guys, Angel."

To strengthen her abilities, Vermond imagined a device that could summon a fleet of missiles. Saying his power word, "Awaken," he caused the device to materialize within Angel's eyes. Her eyes glowed with a futuristic blue light, signifying the new power she now held.

Vermond: "To activate it," Vermond instructed, "you must say a magic word."

Angel looked up at him, her eyes wide with trust and affection. Angel: "I love Father," she said softly.

Vermond felt a rare blush creep up his cheeks. Around their corvette, a fleet of missiles materialized, all controlled by Angel’s mind. Vermond patted her head, feeling a swell of pride. Vermond: "Good work, my daughter," he said warmly.

Angel beamed with joy, thrilled to have made her father proud. Together, they embarked on a grim hunt, eliminating anyone who crossed their path. Unfortunately, their zeal sometimes led to collateral damage, and many innocent lives were lost along the way. Yet Vermond remained focused on his goal, steadily accumulating souls.

When they finally reached 20 billion souls, an unexpected phenomenon occurred. A pen appeared before Vermond, shimmering with an otherworldly light. Both Darkness and Lightness were taken aback, recognizing its significance.

Darkness: "Do you know what that is?" Darkness whispered, awe evident in his voice.

Lightness: "It's like us," Lightness replied, "but far more powerful."

Curious and intrigued, Vermond reached out and grasped the pen. Instantly, everything around him stopped. Time itself seemed to freeze, yet Angel, connected to him by a bond of pure affection, could still move.

A voice resonated in the silence, introducing itself as Timeness. Timeness: "Greetings, Vermond. I am Timeness, and I grant you the power to control time. Use it wisely, for it consumes a great many souls."

Vermond's initial shock gave way to a thrill of power. A villainous grin spread across his face as he realized the potential of his new ability.

Darkness and Lightness, ever the commentators, were quick to express their thoughts. Darkness: "Timeness, you have outdone yourself," Darkness said, admiration in his voice.

Lightness added: "Indeed, this will make Vermond even more formidable"

With time at his command, Vermond knew no bounds. He experimented with his new power, freezing and unfreezing time at will. The implications were vast, and his mind raced with possibilities.

As they resumed their journey, Vermond decided to test his new power further. He halted time mid-flight, savoring the control he now wielded. Angel, unaffected by the time stop, looked at him with admiration. Angel: "What will we do next, Father?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Vermond smiled, a plan already forming in his mind: "We will continue our mission, Angel. But now, with the power to control time, we will be unstoppable."

Resuming their flight, they continued to hunt, but with even greater precision and efficiency. Vermond's ability to manipulate time allowed them to avoid unnecessary conflict and maximize their soul collection.

As they neared another fleet, Vermond decided to demonstrate the full extent of his power to Angel. He stopped time, moved their corvette into a perfect attack position, and then resumed time, launching a barrage of missiles with pinpoint accuracy.

The fleet had no chance to react. The destruction was swift and absolute. Angel watched in awe, her admiration for Vermond growing with each passing moment.

Angel: "Father," she said, her voice filled with wonder, "you are truly amazing."

Vermond patted her head again, feeling a surge of pride. Vermond: "Thank you, Angel. Together, we will achieve greatness."

Darkness and Lightness, ever the observers, couldn't resist making their usual comments.

Darkness: "He's getting quite good at this," Darkness noted.

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Lightness: "Indeed, the power suits him well," Lightness agreed.

Their journey continued, Vermond and Angel becoming an unstoppable force. With each battle, Vermond's power grew, his influence expanding across the galaxy. The Heavenly Empire was no longer just a fledgling power; it was becoming a dominant force.

Yet Vermond knew that he couldn't rely solely on brute force and power. He needed to continue building alliances and securing his position. As they returned to their planet, Vermond began to outline his next steps.

Vermond: "Angel," he said, "we have gathered many souls, but our work is far from over. We must continue to grow our empire, both in strength and in alliances."

Angel nodded, her eyes shining with determination: "Yes, Father. I will do whatever it takes."

Vermond smiled, knowing that with Angel by his side, there was nothing they couldn't achieve. He turned to Darkness and Lightness, their presence a constant reminder of his dual nature.

Vermond: "Our next move," Vermond said, "will be to solidify our alliances and expand our influence. The galaxy will soon understand the true power of the Heavenly Empire."

Darkness and Lightness, ever supportive, nodded in agreement.

Darkness: "Lead on, Vermond," Darkness said.

Lightness: "We are with you," Lightness added.

With renewed determination, Vermond set his plans into motion. The future was bright, and the Heavenly Empire was poised to become a dominant force in the galaxy. Vermond knew that as long as he had Angel and his loyal followers by his side, nothing could stand in his way.

The galaxy, still unaware of the full extent of his ambition, would soon come to realize that Vermond and his Heavenly Empire were a force to be reckoned with. And as long as Angel and his loyal followers stood by his side, Vermond knew that nothing could stand in his way.

Vermond and Angel stood on the bridge of their stealth corvette, gazing out at the shimmering blue and black shield that now enveloped their planet. The shield was a testament to their power and ingenuity, making their homeworld untouchable to any external threat. As the corvette descended, they marveled at the sight of their burgeoning empire, its cities and strongholds gleaming under the protective barrier.

Upon landing, Vermond and Angel made their way to the palace, where Vermond took his place on the Heavenly Throne. With a deep breath, he called out to Timeness, the new entity he had acquired.

Vermond: “Timeness,” Vermond said, his voice echoing through the grand hall, “how do I wield your power?”

Timeness materialized before him, a shimmering figure that exuded an aura of control and precision. Timeness: “Master Vermond, you can stop time and fast forward it at will. These abilities, however, consume a great number of souls. Use them wisely.”

Vermond: “Can I go back in time?” Vermond asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

Timeness shook his head: “No, Master. The flow of time cannot be reversed. You can halt it or accelerate it, but the past remains untouched.”

Vermond’s heart sank. His old crew, lost to the ravages of time and fate, could not be saved. He stared at his hands, frustration brewing within him. But before he could dwell on it, Angel entered the throne room. Seeing his distress, she approached and gently took his hand.

Angel: “Father,” she said softly, “I will stay beside you forever.”

Her words were a balm to his troubled mind. Vermond: “Thank you, Angel,” he replied, his voice regaining its strength. “Stay by my side always.”

Angel blushed, her face radiating warmth: “Yes, Father.”

Meanwhile, the empire was thriving under the guidance of Kiana and Kiara. Kiara, tasked with recruitment, had been bringing in new followers with remarkable efficiency. Kiana, on the other hand, trained these recruits, molding them into formidable warriors and loyal servants of the Heavenly Empire. Their efforts ensured that the empire’s strength and influence continued to grow.

As Vermond sat on his throne, Angel perched on his lap, he pondered the best use of his remaining 23 billion souls. He needed something grand, something that would solidify his empire’s dominance. An idea began to form in his mind, a colossal metallic ring, equipped with turrets, docking bays, and massive internal spaces. This ring would encircle the planet, acting as both a fortress and a hub for their expanding fleet.

Vermond: “Angel,” Vermond said, a gleam in his eye, “we’re going to build something magnificent.”

Angel: “What is it, Father?” Angel asked, her curiosity piqued.

Vermond: “A colossal ring around our planet,” he replied. “It will have turrets, docking bays, and enough space to accommodate our entire fleet.”

Angel’s eyes widened with excitement: “That sounds amazing!”

Vermond stood, lifting Angel gently from his lap: “Announce to everyone in the city that they must evacuate for now. Tell them it is Angel’s doing.”

Angel nodded and hurried off to relay the message. Soon, the streets were filled with people moving to safe zones, their hearts filled with anticipation and trust in Angel’s power.

With everyone evacuated, Vermond closed his eyes and focused. He imagined the colossal ring in great detail, its towering turrets, its vast docking bays, its intricate inner workings. Saying his power word, “Awaken,” he channeled the immense energy required for such a creation.

The ground trembled as the metallic ring began to materialize in the sky above the planet. It expanded rapidly, encircling the globe with its formidable presence. Turrets sprouted along its circumference, and docking bays opened like the mouths of giants, ready to receive ships from all corners of the galaxy.

The people below watched in awe as the ring took shape, their eyes wide with wonder. They had never seen such a feat of engineering and magic combined. When the construction was complete, Vermond gazed upon it with satisfaction. He had turned his planet into a full citified world, a rare and awe-inspiring achievement.

Darkness appeared beside him, his voice carrying a hint of caution. “You have used a significant portion of your souls, Vermond. You now have only 4 billion left.”

Vermond: “That’s enough for now,” Vermond replied, his tone resolute. “We will find a way to gather more souls.”

Angel, having returned, kissed Vermond’s cheek, her eyes filled with admiration. Angel: “You did it, Father. It’s incredible.”

Vermond smiled at her, though his grin retained its usual villainous edge. Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

Darkness: “You really have become a villain father,” Darkness chuckled.

Lightness: “And quite a successful one,” Lightness added with a grin.

Timeness simply nodded in approval: “You have used my power well, Master Vermond.”

Vermond turned to the crowd, his voice booming across the city. “This magnificent creation is thanks to my daughter, Angel. Praise her, for she is the future of our empire.”

The citizens cheered, their voices rising in a chorus of adulation for Angel. News of this incredible feat spread quickly across the galaxy. Other empires took notice, and many turned their attention to Angel, intrigued by her supposed power and beauty. Some, however, had more nefarious intentions and began to plot ways to capture her for their own gain.

As the celebrations continued, Vermond retreated to his private chambers, Angel by his side. He needed to think about their next move. The galaxy was now aware of their power, and that brought both opportunities and dangers.

Angel: “Father,” Angel said, breaking the silence, “what will we do next?”

Vermond looked at her, his mind racing with possibilities. Vermond: “We will continue to grow our empire, Angel. But we must be cautious. There are those who will seek to challenge us and others who will try to take you from me.”

Angel’s eyes filled with determination: “I won’t let anyone take me away, Father. I’ll fight for you, for our empire.”

Vermond smiled, his heart swelling with pride: “I know you will, Angel. Together, we are unstoppable.”

Meanwhile, in the depths of space, rival empires began to convene. The news of the Heavenly Empire’s latest achievement had spread like wildfire, and now the galaxy’s most powerful factions were taking notice.

On a distant planet, the ruler of a rival empire sat in his throne room, surrounded by advisors. Ruler: “This so-called Heavenly Empire is becoming a threat,” he said, his voice laced with malice. “We must find a way to neutralize them.”

Advisor: “But how?” one advisor asked. “Their planet is shielded, and they have amassed a significant fleet.”

The ruler leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Ruler: “We target their source of power. We capture the girl, Angel.”

His advisors nodded, their minds already working on plans to execute this new directive. The ruler knew that capturing Angel would not only weaken the Heavenly Empire but also grant them leverage over Vermond.

Back on Vermond’s planet, preparations were underway for the next phase of their expansion. Kiara and Kiana continued their respective tasks with unwavering dedication. Kiara had successfully recruited a substantial number of new followers, while Kiana’s training regimen ensured that these recruits became loyal and skilled warriors.

Vermond called a meeting with his top advisors and commanders. As they gathered in the grand hall, he addressed them with a sense of urgency. Vermond: “The galaxy is now aware of our power. We must be prepared for any and all threats. Our enemies will not sit idly by.”

One of his commanders stepped forward. “What are your orders, Heavenly king?”

Vermond: “We must fortify our defenses and expand our influence,” Vermond replied. “Our fleet needs to be ready for any potential attacks, and our ground forces must be vigilant.”

Turning to Angel, he continued, Vermond: “Angel, your presence has become a beacon for our people. But it also makes you a target. You must stay close to me at all times.”

Angel nodded, her expression resolute: “I understand, Father. I will stay by your side.”

With their plans set in motion, Vermond and his advisors worked tirelessly to strengthen their empire. The colossal ring around their planet was outfitted with additional defenses, and new strategies were developed to protect their most valuable asset, Angel.

Despite the looming threats, Vermond felt a sense of exhilaration. The challenge of maintaining and expanding his empire fueled his ambition. He was determined to ensure that the Heavenly Empire would not only survive but thrive.

As the days turned into weeks, the empire continued to grow. New alliances were formed, and Vermond’s influence spread further across the galaxy. Yet, the shadow of impending conflict always loomed on the horizon.

One evening, Vermond and Angel stood on a balcony overlooking the citified planet. The lights of the city below twinkled like stars, and the colossal ring above cast a protective glow.

Vermond: “Look at what we’ve built, Angel,” Vermond said, his voice filled with pride. “This is just the beginning.”

Angel leaned against him, her eyes reflecting the lights of the city. Angel: “It’s beautiful, Father. I’m proud to be a part of this.”

Vermond placed a hand on her shoulder, his gaze steady. Vermond: “Remember, Angel, our strength lies in our unity. As long as we stand together, nothing can tear us apart.”

In the depths of space, rival empires continued to plot. Spies were dispatched to gather information about the Heavenly Empire, and plans were made to exploit any weaknesses.

The ruler who had vowed to capture Angel watched as his operatives reported back with intelligence. Ruler: “We will strike soon,” he said, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Vermond will not see it coming.”

Back on the citified planet, Vermond remained vigilant. His connection to Angel and his newfound power over time gave him an edge, but he knew that he could never underestimate his enemies.

One night, as Vermond was deep in thought, Timeness appeared beside him. “Master Vermond, there is something you must know.”

Vermond: “What is it, Timeness?” Vermond asked, his curiosity piqued.

Timeness: “Your enemies are mobilizing,” Timeness replied. “They seek to capture Angel and use her against you.”

Vermond’s eyes narrowed: “They will not succeed. We will be ready for them.”

The days that followed were filled with intense preparation. Vermond’s forces were put on high alert, and new defensive measures were implemented. Angel remained close to her father, her determination unwavering.

As the rival empires began to make their move, the stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the galaxy. Vermond, with his newfound power and the loyalty of his daughter and followers, stood ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The first signs of an impending attack came in the form of a skirmish on the outskirts of their territory. Vermond’s forces, well-prepared, repelled the attackers with ease. But Vermond knew that this was just a test, a prelude to a much larger assault.

Angel: “Father,” Angel said, her voice filled with concern, “they’re coming for us, aren’t they?”

Vermond: “Yes, Angel,” Vermond replied, his voice steady. “But we will not let them take what is ours. We will fight with everything we have.”

As the enemy forces amassed, Vermond called a final strategy meeting. His commanders, advisors, and loyal followers gathered in the grand hall, their expressions grim but determined.

Vermond: “Our enemies think they can take us by surprise,” Vermond began, his voice echoing through the hall. “But they underestimate our strength, our resolve. We will show them the true power of the Heavenly Empire.”

Cheers erupted from the assembled crowd, their loyalty to Vermond and Angel unwavering.

Kiara stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. Kiara: “We are ready, Master Vermond. Our forces are prepared to defend our home.”

Kiana nodded in agreement: “We will not let them take a single step onto our planet.”

Vermond’s heart swelled with pride. He knew that with such dedicated followers, they could overcome any challenge. Vermond: “Then let us prepare for battle. We will defend our empire, and we will emerge victorious.”

As the enemy fleets approached, the colossal ring activated its defenses. Turrets and missile launchers came to life, ready to repel any attackers. Vermond stood at the center of the command room, Angel by his side, watching as the battle unfolded.

The first wave of enemy ships was met with a barrage of firepower. The turrets on the colossal ring unleashed a storm of missiles, tearing through the enemy ranks. Explosions lit up the sky as the enemy ships were destroyed one by one.

But the enemy was relentless. More ships poured into the battlefield, their weapons blazing. Vermond’s forces fought valiantly, their determination unwavering. Yet the sheer number of enemy ships began to take its toll.

Angel: “Father,” Angel said, her voice filled with worry, “there are so many of them.”

Vermond placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Vermond: “Do not fear, Angel. We are stronger than they realize.”

As the battle raged on, Vermond called upon his power over time. With a command, he stopped time, freezing the enemy ships in their tracks. In the brief moment of stillness, he repositioned his forces, ensuring that they had the upper hand when time resumed.

When time resumed, the enemy was caught off guard. Vermond’s forces launched a coordinated assault, devastating the enemy ranks. The tide of battle began to turn in their favor.

But the enemy commander, a cunning and ruthless strategist, had one final trick up his sleeve. He ordered a squad of elite soldiers to infiltrate the planet and capture Angel.

As the elite soldiers made their way toward the palace, Vermond sensed their presence. He turned to Angel, his expression grim.

Vernond: “They are coming for you, Angel. Get ready for battle.”

Angel nodded, her eyes filled with determination: “I will fight, Father.”

The elite soldiers breached the palace defenses, making their way to the throne room. Angel stood ready, their resolve unshaken.

The battle that ensued was fierce and brutal. Angel's mastery over time gave her an edge, but the elite soldiers were well-trained and relentless. Despite the odds, Angel fought with all her might, using her new power that vermind gave to her.

As the last of the elite soldiers fell, Angel stood victorious. The enemy forces, realizing that their plan had failed, began to retreat. The battle was won, and the Heavenly Empire had proven its strength once again.

Vermond turned to Angel, his heart filled with pride. Vermond: “You fought bravely, Angel. You have made me proud.”

Angel smiled, her eyes shining with relief and happiness. Angel: “Thank you, Father. I will always stand by your side.”

As the galaxy watched in awe, the news of the Heavenly Empire’s victory spread far and wide. Vermond’s reputation as a formidable leader grew, and Angel’s legend as the heart of the empire solidified.

As he stood on the balcony, looking out at the citified planet below, Vermond felt a sense of fulfillment. They had achieved so much, and there was still so much more to accomplish.

Angel: “Father,” Angel said, joining him on the balcony, “what will we do next?”

Vermond’s lips curled into a villainous smile: “It’s time for us to strike back, Angel,” he replied, his voice brimming with malice. “We’ve defended our empire long enough. Now, we go on the offensive.”

Angel’s eyes sparkled with excitement: “Are we going to solo again?”

Vermond nodded: “Yes, my dear. It’s time to teach our enemies a lesson they’ll never forget.”

With that, Vermond and Angel boarded their stealth corvette. As they entered enemy territory, Vermond paused time, freezing everything around them. They moved through the frozen cosmos, locating the enemy planets one by one.

Vermond: “Ready, Angel?” Vermond asked, his eyes gleaming with dark intent.

Angel: “Always, Father,” Angel replied, her smile mirroring his.

Vermond imagined a massive arsenal of bombs, each one capable of obliterating a planet. With a sinister laugh, he released them upon the enemy planets. One by one, they detonated, causing cataclysmic explosions that shattered entire worlds. Angel watched with admiration as her father reveled in the destruction.

Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness appeared, laughing as they watched Vermond’s delighted.

Darkness: “You’re truly becoming a villain, Vermond,” Darkness chuckled.

Lightness: “Look at him go,” Lightness added, shaking his head in amusement.

Timeness simply nodded, a rare smile on his usually stoic face. Timeness: “He’s quite the force.”

When the destruction was complete, Vermond and Angel had amassed a trillion souls. Vermond was momentarily shocked by the sheer number. Vermond: “I didn’t expect there to be so many souls,” he mused. “I thought their citizens had evacuated.”

As he pondered this, a sudden force teleported Vermond and Angel to an unfamiliar place. Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness gasped in unison.

Timeness: “We’re in the realm of the gods,” Timeness whispered.

Darkness: “Be careful, Vermond,” Darkness warned. “This place is beyond even our understanding.”

Before them stood a giant gate, flanked by towering statues of ancient deities. Vermond, with Angel by his side, pushed the gate open and entered. Inside, a trillion gods watched him from all directions, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and judgment.

One of the gods, a towering figure radiating immense power, approached Vermond: “Come with me,” the god said, his voice echoing through the vast hall.

Vermond followed, Angel clinging to his side. They were led to a magnificent throne room, where the strongest god, known as the Creator, sat. Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness were visibly shaken.

Creator: “Vermond,” the Creator said, his voice deep and resonant, “what would you do if you acquired the Power of Creation?”

Vermond smiled villainously: “I would use that power for my own benefit,” he replied without hesitation.

Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness exchanged worried glances.

Lightness: “Vermond, be careful with your words,” Lightness cautioned. “You’re in the presence of one of the most powerful being in existence.”

The Creator laughed, a sound that reverberated through the hall. Creator: “You are honest, Vermond. I appreciate that. I am dying, despite my immortality. The burden of my power is too great. I want you to inherit it.”

The shock on Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness’ faces was palpable. Vermond, however, remained calm. Vermond: “I refuse,” he said, his voice steady.

The Creator laughed again: “It seems I cannot fool you, Vermond. You have passed my test. I will grant you half of my power.”

As the Creator began transferring half of his power to Vermond, Vermond smiled inwardly. Using his trillion souls, he consumed the entirety of the Creator’s power while the god was distracted. The Creator’s scream of fear echoed through the realm.

Darkness: “What have you done, Vermond?” Darkness shouted, his voice filled with horror.

Vermond seated himself on the throne, a dark grin spreading across his face. Vermond: “I have taken what was offered,” he replied coldly. “This power is mine now.”

With a thought, Vermond teleported himself and Angel back to their world. The power of the strongest god coursed through him, making him feel invincible. He looked at his empire, his eyes gleaming with new ambition.

Angel: “Father, what will you do with this power?” Angel asked, her voice tinged with awe.

Vermond: “We will make everything ours, Angel,” Vermond said, his voice filled with determination. “Our empire will expand beyond imagination. Nothing will stand in our way.”

Darkness, Lightness, and Timeness appeared, their expressions a mixture of fear and awe. Lightness: “You have become something else, Vermond,” Lightness said, his voice trembling slightly.

Timeness: “Indeed,” Timeness added. “But remember, with great power comes great responsibility.”

Vermond laughed: “Responsibility? I have no need for such trivial concerns. I will reign supreme. We will make our own Universe and make the entire galaxies our image.”

In the grand citadel of the Heavenly Empire, Vermond called upon Kiana, Kiara, and his loyal servant. Angel, ever his devoted daughter, sat on his lap, her eyes filled with curiosity and admiration for her father. Vermond's eyes gleamed with a newfound power as he prepared to share his latest revelation.

Vermond: "I have become a god," Vermond announced, his voice resonating with authority.

Kiana and Kiara exchanged confused glances, their brows furrowing. His loyal servant, always stoic, showed a rare hint of bewilderment.

Vermond: "Let me show you," Vermond said, and with a thought, he teleported them all to his private god realm. The realm was a vast, ethereal expanse, filled with swirling galaxies and shimmering stars, a testament to Vermond's immense power.

Vermond’s plan was ambitious. He would create his own world, complete with its own people and universe. He envisioned starting with a modern era, where humanity was still developing space technology. This world would be the stage for events that would change its future.

With a wave of his hand, Vermond began to shape the new world. Continents formed, oceans filled, and cities rose. People appeared, living their lives unaware of the divine hand that had crafted their existence.

In one such city, a bustling metropolis filled with towering skyscrapers and humming with the energy of progress, lived Junior, a regular high school student. Junior was an unassuming young man with a mop of dark hair and a curious mind. His days were filled with school, friends, and the typical worries of adolescence.

But Junior was destined for something greater.

As Junior sat in his classroom, staring out the window at the blue sky, a shadow passed overhead. The entire class turned their heads, looking up at the massive object floating above. It was a space battleship, enormous and imposing, casting a long shadow over the city.

Panic and excitement rippled through the world. News outlets buzzed with reports, governments held emergency meetings, and scientists scrambled to understand the technology behind the mysterious ship.

Vermond watched from his god realm, a wicked smile playing on his lips: “This is just the beginning,” he murmured to Angel, who was still sitting on his lap, her eyes wide with amazement.

Countries around the world mobilized, each vying to be the first to claim the alien technology. Military forces were deployed, and diplomatic channels buzzed with frantic negotiations. The world was on the brink of a new era, one that Vermond controlled from the shadows.

In the city where Junior lived, the space battleship floated ominously above. Junior couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. He felt a strange pull, as if the ship was calling to him. Unbeknownst to him, Vermond had chosen Junior to be the second protagonist in his grand design.

That evening, as Junior walked home, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the outskirts of the city. There, in a secluded clearing, he encountered a strange, glowing artifact. It pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and as Junior reached out to touch it, a surge of knowledge and power flowed into him.

Junior’s mind was filled with visions of space battles, advanced technologies, and a future where humanity reached for the stars. He realized that the artifact was a key, a link to the space battleship hovering above the city. With this newfound knowledge, Junior knew he had to find a way to reach the ship.

Back in Vermond’s god realm, he watched with satisfaction as his plan began to unfold. Vermond:“This world will soon know the power of the Heavenly Empire,” he said to his gathered followers. “We will guide their evolution, manipulate their destiny, and shape their future.”

Kiana and Kiara looked at each other, still trying to grasp the enormity of Vermond’s plan. His loyal servant, ever faithful, nodded in understanding.

As Vermond continued to watch over the new world, he began to create events that would push humanity toward the stars. He orchestrated political upheavals, scientific breakthroughs, and mysterious phenomena that would drive the nations of Earth to compete for dominance.

Junior, now imbued with the artifact’s power, became a key player in these events. He found allies among his classmates, forming a secret group dedicated to uncovering the truth behind the space battleship. They called themselves the Star Seekers, and their mission was to unlock the secrets of the alien technology and ensure it was used for the betterment of humanity.

Vermond, with Angel by his side, manipulated events from his god realm, ensuring that Junior and the Star Seekers faced challenges and adversaries that would test their resolve. He watched with amusement as they uncovered hidden truths and battled against forces that sought to exploit the alien technology for their own gain.

As the Star Seekers grew in strength and knowledge, Junior became a symbol of hope for humanity. His actions inspired others to dream of a future among the stars, a future where the technological advancements of the space battleship could bring about a new era of prosperity and exploration.

Vermond’s plan was working perfectly. The modern world was evolving just as he had envisioned, driven by the events he had set in motion. The nations of Earth, driven by ambition and curiosity, were on the brink of a new age.

As Vermond prepared to enact the final phase of his plan, he looked down at Angel, who smiled up at him with unwavering devotion. “We’re just getting started, my dear,” he said, his voice filled with dark promise.

Angel nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation: “Yes, Father. We will make this world ours.”

And so, Vermond’s grand design continued to unfold, with Junior and the Star Seekers at the center of a cosmic game that would determine the future of humanity. As the world raced toward its destiny, guided by the unseen hand of a god, the stage was set for a new era of power, ambition, and ultimate control.