In an unknown corner of the universe, there existed a plane where only certain beings can step into. That place wasn't bound by time or reality. It existed, and it didn't. It was beyond those of normal constitution to even think about such a place forging about looking at it or finding about it.
It was a place where the Fallen Gods were sent to as prisoners of war since they can't exactly be killed or destroyed. It was a place where the fallen Gods' power was sucked out of their unlimited life force, making them weaker than insects, and turning them into something that lives on the mercy of the 'Guards' of that prison.
To live as a mere lower being despite being a higher one. That was the judgment delivered to them when the Creator of Existence asked for Mercy from the scariest being of the Universe, Aether Rodriguez, instead of killing them once and for all.
But all that happened eons ago. Aether was already dead and many generations of various races had taken over his position to take care of this place. And the current watcher of this place…
"You are back Milord,"spoke a gray-haired girl wearing a white robe that covered her entire body from neck below. She had a serene face and a charm that you find in the most beautiful of the beautiful females.
"Aila. How are things here?" the man with the silver hair spoke as he looked at her place around. His three golden eyes that had a Blue coloured trident inside them, observed each and every being present in the area with a clear conscience. His eyes searched for a particular being before he found out the person he was looking for.
"Everythings is going smoothly without any problem milord. All the prisoners are within their homes as they should be, spending the eternity of their life living like a mortal wound,"Aila spoke with her eyes opening up. Her eyes were gray like her hair, with a similar trident within them like the Watcher, but silver.
"Take me to him,"the watcher spoke as Aila nodded before the floor where they were standing started floating in the air and taking them towards a very specific part of this plane. The circular floor floated towards a house on the other side of the place where the air was heavier and the man constraints were quite high. It was one of the high density areas where stronger prisoners were kept.
Not long after, a house appeared in front of their eyes made up of white wood. Like a sore thumb, this white wooden house was sticking out in this high-tech city. But that didn't degrade the beauty of the house, which it was showing off.
Aila moved towards the door of the house and gave three knocks before she spoke,"Razor. It's Aila… the lord has woken up." After waiting for a couple of seconds, the door opened as a man with burnt flesh opened up the door. He was a bulky man, with his size twice as much as Aila. His uncombed golden hair and those blue swollen eyes didn't hide his beauty even a percent as he looked at the Watcher before sighing as he spoke,"Persius. Come in."
Persius, the Watcher of this plane, entered the room with a nod as he looked around the house. His eyes observed the old items placed that were one of the cheapest objects available on this plane.
"Razor… you should buy something more expensive than this. You are the last one among us who is supposed to live like this," Persius spoke with a sad voice as he observed Razor, while Razor ignored his words as he sat at the table and asked,
"So. What happened this time? What did Aarick do this time?"
"It's not your brother this time… it's about him… that traitor,"spoke Persius, as a glint of hatred entered his eyes. Even Razor was shocked to hear this as he answered,"so… he isn't dead, huh?"
"I heard from the Lord of the Fate that there is going to be a war. Something that is going to engulf all the planes from the netherrealm to the heaven realm. Even this place won't be spared," Persius answered as he sighed in deep thought.
"And that traitor… Cronos is going to be at the center of all this chaos? Doesn't surprise me to be honest… though I wonder what he is trying to achieve with all this," Razor spoke as he looked at Persius.
Aila, who was listening to the conversation, was quiet as she sipped tea from a cup that was created out of nothingness. Her face was quite serene as she was hearing all this. But she fazed when Persius continued speaking,
"We also found the whereabouts of your sister, Aila,"Persius spoke, making Aila shocked a little as he added,"Rhea has been found in Sector Azeroth of Planet Earth… but in a timeline that no longer exists."
Aila looked as if she wanted answers, but Persius looked at Razor and continued,"and it's not Cronos who is going to be the center of the war."
This made everyone quiet for a couple of seconds before Razor asked,"then… who?"
"There are two people actually… One is your illegitimate son… Leeway Rosalyn-" "Wait! Wait! Wait! What are you talking about, Watcher? All my sons are supposed to be dead in all the timelines for the crimes that I have committed!!" Razor was confused, shocked, and really wanted to know what was going on. Nobody could rule out the punishments which Aether has placed upon the evildoers.
"I am afraid I do not know how did it came to this… All I know that is someone played with reality and time to create an ideal world for himself. And somehow… that created a reality where your son didn't die. However… that was actually the main catalyst of the war," spoke Persius with a long sigh.
"Wait! What do you mean by that being the catalyst? Did the Lord of Fate interfere or something? I will go talk to him if that's the case. Can you arrange-" Razor was agitated. He was already worried about the son that magically survived a punishment that was thought to be impossible to get out of.
"It wasn't the Lord of Fate… it was the other being that stood at the center of the War… the one who actually is going to start the war… That traitor's envoy… his name is Michael Aroa. He is the one who is going for a war not only against your brother, Aarick, the King of All Zombies, but also his own God, Coronus,"Persius spoke with a deep sigh, making Perseus look at him with a complicated expression.
"And his reason… for going against his own God?" Persius asked.
"It will be for a woman that he cares about… somebody that will be erased from existence… or more like… destroyed from all the timelines…" spoke Persius with a deep sigh.
Everyone fell silent as they looked at each other for a couple of seconds. Before Razor added,"is history going to repeat itself?"
"That I do not know… that is the reason I came here to seek your help, Razor,"Persius spoke before adding,"which side should we take here? Your brother, the Zombie King, the current Emperor of the universe, Aarick, the one who is h. That traitor, Cronos, who sacrificed his entire brethren to save his tail. Or that envoy of his, that is going to go on a rampage?"
And then… a silence engulfed the area as the three of them went into deep thought.
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