The Abyssal Throne Plane lay in perfect stillness. The rivers of silver light, once wild and untamed, now flowed with serene purpose, like veins through the hand of a sleeping titan. The great mountains stood silent, casting solemn shadows beneath a horizon painted in cold flame. Above, the dark suns burned steady and reverent, their light no longer searching—but watching.
At the very center of this divine calm, the Black Throne reigned—unchallenged, unquestioned, undeniable. And upon it, he sat, cloaked in power and silence, the axis around which the entire Plane revolved. Beside him, on a throne forged from silver flame, sat Seraphis—his Empress, his first creation. She knelt, her head forever bowed in unshakable devotion, an eternal vow etched into her very existence.
Then, the system stirred within his mind, clearer than ever before, its voice resonant and heavy with gravity:
[System Stabilization: 9% Complete.][Critical Notification: Host Awakening Incomplete.][Full Authority Detected: Dormant.][To fully awaken Primordial Sovereignty, Host must undergo Cosmic Sleep.][Warning: Sleep Duration — Unknown.][Warning: External Creation Level Will Rise During Host Inactivity.][Recommended Action: Assign Loyal Guardians.]
He listened in perfect silence. Cosmic Sleep. It was no retreat. No death. It was something older than time—a rite older than the Void itself. A sacred slumber in which awareness would fade and only raw authority would remain, drawing strength from the deepest roots of nonexistence.
He closed his eyes and felt it: the pull of the cosmos, the tide of divine inertia gathering to cradle him in rest. But even in that moment of transcendence, he would not leave his Throne unguarded.
Slowly, he rose.
The Plane bowed beneath him. Rivers wept starlight. Mountains trembled. The cold suns dimmed their fire. Seraphis rose immediately, kneeling once more at his feet.
"My King," she whispered, her voice quivering with purpose, "command me. I shall guard your Throne until time itself rots."
He gazed down at her—his Empress, his firstborn—and nodded with regal certainty. She was perfection. Her form, sculpted from luminous void and sovereign flame. Her essence, woven from the marrow of his divine will. She was the first of a bloodline that would one day reshape the multiverse: not born from hunger or ambition, but from authority.
The system acknowledged her legacy:
[New Race Designation: Primordial Ōtsutsuki.][Founder: ???][Firstblood: Seraphis.]
Satisfied, he extended his hand into the mist and summoned creation again. From the marrow of the Plane itself, from silence and stillness, he forged another.
The air cracked and spun, spiraling into storm—and from the chaos emerged a second figure.
A woman.
Tall and formidable, she wore armor forged from dusk and shattered stars. Her silver-fire hair rippled like molten steel, and her eyes burned with a flame that refused to kneel. Her beauty was merciless—a blade in the shape of grace.
She knelt instantly, sword balanced across open palms in silent offering.
He stepped forward, placing a single finger upon her brow.
"You are my Blade," he declared, voice thundering like fate itself. "My Oath. My First Sword."
"I name you… Caelora."
The name rang across the Plane, carving itself into the foundations of reality like fire across fresh stone.
[New Entity Registered: Caelora.][Designation: First Knight of the Void.][Primordial Clan: Primordial Ōtsutsuki — Blood of the King.][Race: Voidborn Guardian.][Loyalty: Absolute.]
He turned back to Seraphis, eyes aglow with divine resolve.
"You are my Empress," he said, "but she shall be your sword and shield—a sister born of my Will, forged to defend our Clan."
Seraphis lowered her head in solemn devotion.
"I welcome her," she said softly, "as my sword, my shield, and my sister—by command of my King."
Caelora rose and stood at her side, blade glinting in the light of unborn stars.
Once more, the system confirmed its readiness:
[Host Prepared for Cosmic Sleep.][Guardians Appointed.][Cocoon of Authority — Initializing.]
Dark tendrils of voidlight rose from the Black Throne, spiraling around his body in a cradle of ascension. He exhaled, long and slow, surrendering to destiny's embrace.
Yet, before yielding to slumber, he opened his eyes one final time.
Galaxies turned within their depths. Ruins of forgotten ages spiraled in their core.
And before him knelt his guardians: Seraphis and Caelora, unmoving, unwavering, awaiting his last decree.
"Before I sleep," he said, his voice steeped in meaning, "you must know the name of your King."
The Plane froze.
The rivers ceased their flow. The mountains bent low. The dark suns dimmed. All of creation held its breath.
He placed a hand over his chest—a gesture sacred, never given lightly.
"I name myself… Veyrath."
The name did not echo.
It engraved.
It tore through existence, branding itself into the heart of all things.
[Name Confirmed: Veyrath.][Primordial Identity Sealed.][All future Clans and Ōtsutsuki shall bow to this Name.]
Seraphis pressed her forehead to the ground, silver tears dripping from her eyes.
"Veyrath," she whispered, voice trembling like prayer.
Caelora drove her blade into the stone and lowered her head so deeply her hair spilled like a river.
"Veyrath," she swore, "by your name, I shall guard your dreams. By your will, I shall slay your enemies."
He smiled then—vast and terrible and kind—and allowed the Cocoon of Authority to rise and seal him inside.
"Remember it," he whispered from within, already half-dreaming.
"Speak it when you call to me. Carry it in your hearts… until the skies fall and the Void itself bows."
The Cocoon closed.
The Black Throne dimmed, sinking deeper into the bedrock of reality.
And at the center of all things, Veyrath, King of the Silent Abyss, slept.
Above him stood two eternal guardians:Seraphis, Empress of the Primordial Ōtsutsuki.Caelora, First Knight of the Void.
Their vows unbroken.Their loyalty absolute.
The stars turned in mourning.The mountains slumbered.The rivers whispered his name through the Plane—Veyrath.
And far beyond the edge of creation, the multiverse stirred.
For even in sleep…Veyrath's existence alone was enough to make worlds tremble.