Lucien sat upon his throne in the merged primordial void and metaphysical plane, the vast nothingness of infinite potential stretching endlessly in every direction. The glow of his aura mingled with the metaphysical currents, creating waves of light that could have made stars themselves weep if they existed here. He held his nose lightly and closed his eyes, a rare moment of casual playfulness breaking the tension that hung across the multiverse.
"Reader," Lucien said, breaking the fourth wall, his voice calm and deliberate, almost conspiratorial, "I'm not crying. It's just… onions went in my eyes."
He sniffled dramatically, and with a quick swipe of his hand, wiped away a single tear. The light in the merged void pulsed softly, responding to his presence as he extended his hands to summon the spirits of his elder sister and younger brother.
Ellira appeared first, radiant and trembling, her tears sparkling in the void like fractured stars. Kael followed, his small frame emanating an aura of youthful potential, the twin flame of determination and innocence. Lucien stood, eyes soft but unwavering, and drew them both into an embrace that transcended time and reality.
"Don't worry," Lucien whispered, his voice firm yet gentle. "You're living a normal and happy life in another timeline. This one… this one is just a reflection."
Ellira clutched him tightly. "So it's really you… brother," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm… I'm so glad you grew up. And… you broke the family curse."
Kael stepped forward, hesitation replaced by relief, and wrapped his small arms around Lucien. "I'm happy too," he whispered.
Lucien smiled, a rare and radiant smile that stretched across the expanse of the metaphysical plane. "I suffered," he said, his voice resonating like the echo of eternity, "but now I am triumphant. And not only that…" His gaze softened as he looked at the siblings who had endured so much. "You are aunt and uncle from now on. And you have a sister-in-law."
Ellira's lips quirked into a small laugh amid her tears. "I am happy now, to know my little brother is okay… and that he has a family of his own."
Kael nodded earnestly, voice muffled against Lucien's chest. "I'm glad… you're okay too…"
Ellira smiled faintly through the emotion. "I can finally rest in peace now."
Lucien chuckled, his hand resting lightly on Kael's head. "Little brother… I'm sorry you had to go through that. But from now on, you'll be happy. You won't be sick. Not in this timeline. Not in any timeline. I'll make sure of it."
The siblings shared one last embrace, and then Lucien released them. "Go… live your lives. You deserve it."
They smiled, tears still lingering, and slowly faded back into the threads of reality where their happiness awaited, leaving Lucien alone once more.
Lucien rose from his throne and gazed across the merged primordial void and metaphysical plane. The horizon stretched into infinity, light spilling across infinite dimensions, colors that no mortal eye could ever comprehend. Even the harshest criminals, if they glimpsed it, would weep for the beauty they had denied themselves.
Lucien's eyes shifted to the corrupted creator's realm, an aura of dark imbalance brushing against the edges of the void. "Now," he said, voice steady and unyielding, "shall we end the story? The last prologue for the era of Götterdämmerung… begins with your death, corrupted one."
Far across Paraxis, in the Library of Realities, the third page of Götterdämmerung materialized, glowing with the weight of destiny and inevitability.
It read:
The coming new creator knows all things, all the secrets of the omniverse, and is able to influence the entire omniverse. He will enter the corrupted creator's realm on the destined day and will be met with the corrupted creator and its minions. The corrupted creator can make false narratives, rules, stories, and influence all that is—except the domains under Lucien: planet Aetherion and its multiverse, the merged primordial void and metaphysical plane, and the heavens, now the Infinite Palace of the Heaven Void Paradox. The corrupted creator will try to craft abominations to end the coming new creator, but nothing will work, for he is The True Sole Exception: Lucien Dreamveil.
Lucien's aura flared, spilling across the omniverse in a wave of impossible intensity, brushing against the corrupted creator's realm. He smiled faintly, summoning the clarity and authority of his personal laws.
The Laws of the True Sole Exception now burned into existence:
The Law of Non-Supremacy: No system, creator, narrative, or god may claim absolute authority over existence. All supremacy collapses in Lucien's presence.
The Law of Passive Denial: Any attempt to alter, nullify, rewrite, negate, seal, or conceptually affect Lucien automatically fails—without effort on his part.
The Law of Proximity (Passive): Within Lucien's presence: pain cannot be nullified, damage may occur but deals zero effect, and authority-based abilities degrade to meaninglessness.
The Law of Irreversibility: Actions taken by Lucien cannot be undone, reversed, reconned, or corrected by any means—temporal, narrative, or conceptual.
The Law of Authorship Transcendence: Lucien exists outside all narrative structures. He cannot be rewritten, edited, foreshadowed, or constrained by plot, fate, or causality.
The Law of Infinite Genesis: Lucien may birth omniverses, multiverses, realities, concepts, and systems without cost, limitation, or dependency.
The Law of Absolute Mobility: Space, time, distance, and transition do not apply. Void Transition—Lucien does not move; reality simply accepts he is no longer there.
The Law of Self-Definition: Lucien may create infinite abilities, martial systems, magics, authorities, and concepts—each perfectly compatible with himself alone.
He leaned back slightly, the calm of inevitability radiating from him like the death of stars.
"And so," Lucien whispered, voice like the echo of creation itself, "when the new creator releases full aura, the corruption—the corrupted creator—will be overwhelmed. His powers of corrupted creation won't work within my presence. Not now. Not ever."
Lucien's eyes gleamed, infinite depth reflecting the birth and death of countless realities.
The True Sole Exception—Lucien Dreamveil—sat upon his throne, waiting.
The stage was set. The final prologue had ended.
And the era of Götterdämmerung—the Twilight of the Gods—was now inevitable.