A New Understanding
Samuel sat cross-legged in the endless void, his newborn daughter cradled gently in his arms. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his own, her presence calming the storm of power surging through him. Across from him stood Reality, the enigmatic being whose mere presence warped existence itself.
"You still have a long way to go," Reality said, his voice layered with countless echoes. "You have only merged with the space of this sector, and this is but a lower sector. The multiverse is infinite, Samuel. There is much work to be done."
Samuel met his gaze, unshaken. "Then I'll do what needs to be done."
Reality gave a rare smile. "Good. But understand this—while you are now Infinity, while you are beyond death and beyond limitation, power without responsibility is meaningless."
Samuel absorbed the words, his mind expanding with newfound clarity. "So, what do I need to do?"
"You must merge with the higher sectors," Reality explained, "but you cannot be in all places at once—not yet. You must create clones, extensions of yourself, and send them across the multiverse. Each clone will merge with the space of its designated sector, and in time, you will attain true omnipresence."
Samuel nodded. It made sense. His power was vast, but to wield it properly, he had to spread his reach efficiently.
Reality continued. "Your siblings, although they support you wholeheartedly, will not intervene until you take full responsibility for your role. When your power has reached a significant height, they will come to you."
Samuel exhaled and closed his eyes. He could feel the infinite expanse of existence, the endless realms stretching before him. Following the method Reality had taught him, he extended his essence outward.
Then—
A thousand clones materialized in an instant.
Each clone was a perfect replication of himself, imbued with his will and knowledge. With silent understanding, they dispersed into the vast unknown, vanishing into countless realms to begin the process of merging.
Reality observed with approval. "A good start. But your duties here are not yet complete."
Samuel opened his eyes, his gaze turning toward the countless supernatural factions that still held sway over this world. Even with his ascension, their conflicts and hidden agendas remained unchanged. That had to change.
It was time for a gathering.
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The Summoning of the Supernatural
Samuel reached out with his awareness, scanning through the hidden dimensions, veiled realms, and secret strongholds where the supernatural factions resided. With newfound mastery, he peered through the illusions and barriers they had carefully crafted over millennia.
Heaven. Hell. The vampire clans. The dragon kings. The eldritch beings lurking in the abyss. And the pantheon of the old gods, long thought to be asleep.
All would answer his call.
With a flick of his hand, Samuel conjured thousands of tiny beads, each infused with a sliver of his power. These beads flickered into existence within the heart of every faction's domain—landing in the halls of celestial cities, sinking into the depths of demonic fortresses, appearing in the hands of slumbering deities.
A single command echoed within the mind of each leader:
"A representative of your faction must attend the Gathering. When the bead begins to blink, crush it, and you will be brought to the meeting place."
The beads radiated with undeniable authority, a power so absolute that none could ignore it.
Across the realms, the supernatural world fell into stunned silence.
The Call That Shook the Realms
Samuel sat in the void, his mind stretching across existence. The thousand clones had already been dispatched, each on a mission to merge with a different sector. Yet, even with his growing power, the world itself remained fractured.
The supernatural factions had always existed in secrecy, hidden from mortal eyes and each other. That time was over.
With a flick of his wrist, a thousand golden beads materialized before him, pulsing with his will. These were not mere invitations—they were decrees, embedded with the undeniable weight of his authority.
He extended his hand.
The beads shot out, tearing through space and time.
A call had been made. Now, he would see who dared to answer.
The Beads Find Their Mark
In the Depths of Hell…
Lucifer sat upon his obsidian throne, his crimson eyes locked on the golden bead floating before him. Around him, the pillars of Hell stood in tense silence, waiting for their king's response.
He reached out, grasping the bead between his fingers. The air around him crackled with raw power.
A slow smile formed on his lips.
"How interesting."
With a simple motion, he crushed the bead.
The King of Hell would attend.
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In the Celestial Heights…
Michael stood before the grand expanse of Heaven, the bead hovering before him. Behind him, countless angels watched, their faces unreadable.
A voice, omnipresent and boundless, resonated through the realm.
"Go."
Michael's grip tightened. He crushed the bead, divine light spilling from his hand.
By the command of the Heavenly Father, Heaven would bear witness.
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In the Lands of the Wolves…
The Alpha King, a being whose presence made even the fiercest werewolves bow, gazed at the bead before him. His golden eyes reflected the glow of the moon as he contemplated its meaning.
Then, with a guttural growl, he clenched his fist. The bead shattered.
The wolves would not be left behind.
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In Asgard…
Odin sat upon his great throne, his lone eye staring at the golden bead before him.
He knew what this meant.
The Allfather let out a deep chuckle before closing his fist around the bead, crushing it effortlessly.
The gods of the Norse would not ignore this summons.
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In the Divine Lands of India…
Shiva, the Destroyer, sat in deep meditation when the bead materialized before him. His third eye opened slightly, glowing with cosmic fire.
There was no hesitation.
With a flick of his wrist, the bead shattered into nothingness.
The cosmic balance would be maintained.
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In the Sands of Egypt…
A golden temple stood beneath the endless sun, and within it, the godking of Egypt studied the glowing bead in his palm.
He smiled. "So, we are called once more."
With a simple motion, he crushed the bead.
The gods of the Nile would not remain silent.
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In the Yoruba Pantheon…
For the first time in centuries, movement stirred within the forgotten divine halls of Orunmila. The god of wisdom, long in slumber, awakened to the glowing bead before him.
The Yoruba gods had once watched over the land with vigilance. Now, they had been summoned back to the world.
Orunmila's fingers curled around the bead. With a sharp crack, it broke.
The old gods would walk once more.
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On Mount Olympus…
Zeus sat upon his throne, the storm raging around him. The bead pulsed in his palm, filled with an energy unlike any he had ever felt.
A grin spread across his face. "Finally, something worth my time."
He crushed the bead.
The Olympians would take their place.
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In the Domain of the Vampires…
Deep in the ancient halls of the vampires, the oldest of them all—Dracula, Elder Blood—stood in eerie silence.
He traced a clawed finger over the bead's surface before crushing it effortlessly.
The First Vampire would heed the call.
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In the Realm of Dragons…
The great dragon Raegon, the largest and fiercest of his kind, coiled within his mountain, his scales shimmering like molten gold. The bead floated before him, humming with energy.
With a single exhale, Raegon crushed the bead between his claws.
The dragons would rise.
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In the Eldritch Void…
A space where logic had no hold, where nightmares were born, and where gods dared not tread.
The Eldritch King, an unfathomable entity of ever-shifting terror, regarded the bead with something close to amusement.
A whisper rippled through the void.
"We accept."
The bead shattered into nothingness.
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The Gathering Begins
Samuel stood in the vast chamber he had created, Reality by his side. One by one, they arrived—each bringing with them a force unlike any seen before.
Lucifer, draped in shadow and flame.
Michael, radiating divine might.
The Alpha King, his presence dominating.
Odin, a storm brewing in his gaze.
Shiva, a force of cosmic balance.
The Egyptian godling, golden and eternal.
Orunmila, wisdom reborn.
Zeus, lightning crackling around him.
Dracula, a living legend.
Raegon, towering and ancient.
The Eldritch King, a being beyond comprehension.
Each had brought a companion—whether an advisor, a warrior, or a chosen second.
The air trembled with power, the weight of countless legends converging in one place.
Samuel stepped forward.
"You have answered my call," he said, his voice carrying across the chamber. "That means you recognize that the time of hiding is over."
His golden eyes burned with an intensity that made even the strongest among them listen.
"The supernatural will no longer be fragmented. A new era begins now."
A silence followed, heavy with anticipation.
Then, Orunmila stepped forward, his deep voice resonating.
"You have the attention of gods, kings, and monsters alike. The question remains—what will you do with it?"
Samuel smiled.
"You'll see."