The cosmos tore itself apart, Stars screamed, gods clashed, and the foundations of all existence trembled. From the chaos came a shape, a new deity unbound and untested, whose destiny would reshape all worlds. His name? Avictus. Lord Avictus.
Lord Avictus was no ordinary god. He possessed immense power and a depth of knowledge that could guide him in wielding it wisely. Yet, in the beginning, he was quiet and reserved-still inexperienced, still learning, and still trying to understand the world and the influence that swirled around him. The elder gods formed their own council, a secluded assembly that rarely acknowledged him. They debated, argued, and deliberated over matters that seemed distant and incomprehensible to him. At first, Lord Avictus paid them little attention, assuming this separation was simply the way things were meant to be. He made no move to involve himself.
It was not until one fateful day that everything changed. Lord Avictus overheard a violent, almost primal argument erupting among the gods. Compelled by curiosity, he approached, standing outside the door and he listened. What he heard chilled him. Of the nineteen gods, nine were openly embracing darkness, advocating for chaos and selfish indulgence. There was no concern for balance, no respect for order, no acknowledgment of law-only greed and unrestrained ambition.
And the most shocking part? RaAvi, the king of gods, stood among them, agreeing with their corrupt vision. He too seemed consumed by desire for control, seeking dominion over all existence with no sense of right or wrong. In his mind, the actions of the gods, no matter how reckless or cruel, were justified. The realization struck Lord Avictus with a cold clarity: the very beings meant to guide creation were themselves a threat to it.
With a sudden force, Lord Avictus burst through the doors, and the room fell silent. Every god turned toward him in shock, their arguments cut short. One voice rang out, sharp and indignant.
"How dare you barge in here without permission or even a single warning?!" It was Lord Plavicius, the god of emotions, his tone trembling between anger and disbelief, his head constantly switching to represent the emotion he's currently in.
"I've heard everything some of you have been saying, and I will not stand by silently! How can any of you think this way?!" Lord Avictus's voice rang with barely restrained fury. "How could you be so selfish? You possess all this power and knowledge-can you not share even a fraction of it? Instead, you hoard it, seeking only more!"
A deep, resonant laugh echoed from the far center of the room. RaAvi, the king of gods, rose, his eyes blazing with authority and disdain. "And what could you possibly know of us, of our views, of existence itself? You were born from nothing mere weeks ago! What right do you have to judge us?"
Lord Avictus met his gaze, unflinching. "You call me born from nothing," he said, his voice firm and resolute, "but within me burns something you cannot extinguish. I carry knowledge of right and wrong-and I will not allow your greed to go unchallenged."
By this point, the room was filled with stunned silence. Some gods stood with mouths agape, others simply stared, unable to process what they were witnessing. And yet, Lord Avictus remained unmoved, standing firm against the king of gods-a deity himself, yet newly born. Such audacity was unheard of.
Lord Plavicius, unable to contain his fury, suddenly rose into the air. His form shifted, his head transforming into a manifestation of pure rage, eyes blazing with unrestrained fury. In his hand, a crackling bolt of lightning coalesced, crackling with raw power. With a roar, he hurled it violently at Lord Avictus.
Lord Avictus twisted and dodged with agility, but the attack was not without consequence. The searing energy grazed his left arm, leaving a painful burn. Inexperience weighed on him; though he understood some of what to do, he lacked the full mastery of combat. Every movement was a careful test, a learning step amidst a battle he had only just begun to face.
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The Beginning after the Last
FantasyThe Beginning After the Last, or "TBaL," is a story I began shaping when I was around twelve or thirteen. My name is Liam, though I write as Author Avictus. I've carried this world with me for years, always hoping to one day share it with others. No...
