Chapter 1 – The God Who Chose to Fall
The heavenly world trembled. Not with war, not with destruction, but with silence.
The Throne of Eternity stood at the highest peak of the divine realm, carved from the essence of galaxies, glowing with the radiance of a thousand suns. Upon that throne sat one figure—the name that even gods spoke in reverent whispers.
Nirvana.
He was not just a god; he was the God of Gods. The first flame, the final silence, the one who had crushed chaos, bound infinity, and ruled the divine pantheon without challenge for eons. His mere presence bent time, and his breath rippled through dimensions. To mortals, he was myth. To deities, he was an unshakable reality.
And yet, as the stars bowed before him, Nirvana rose from his throne.
The Council of Gods, seated below him in a vast hall of eternity, stirred in unease. For uncounted ages, he had never once abandoned that seat.
"Supreme Nirvana," one lesser god stammered, his voice trembling, "why… why do you stand? The throne is eternal. It belongs only to you."
Nirvana's golden eyes softened, carrying no arrogance, only an immortal weariness. "Eternal," he repeated, as though tasting the word. "Yes… that is what I am. Eternal. But what meaning is there in eternity, when one forgets the fragility of existence? What meaning is there in omnipotence, when one forgets how the powerless struggle?"
The hall shook with murmurs. Gods of war, gods of storms, gods of wisdom—they all whispered in disbelief.
"You cannot be serious," the Goddess of Light said, her radiant figure stepping forward. "Without you, the heavens will fracture. The seat will be fought over. Do you not care what chaos will follow?"
Nirvana gave a quiet smile. "Chaos is the breath of life. And besides…" His gaze lifted to the cosmos beyond the hall. "…I have grown tired of watching from above. I wish to walk the soil once more, to live as they live, to stumble and rise as they do. To begin, and to end. Not as a god… but as a man."
Gasps filled the chamber. Some gods shouted in protest, some begged, others remained frozen in awe.
"Nirvana, strongest of all," rumbled the God of Time, his voice like grinding worlds. "You cannot descend. Your divinity cannot be stripped. If you walk as mortal, your power will remain. Do you intend to let the earth itself tremble beneath your every step?"
"Then I shall learn to tread lightly."
With those words, Nirvana extended his hand. The Throne of Eternity pulsed with unbearable brilliance, as though resisting his will. Yet even the throne, forged from the cosmos, could not deny him. Light surged, then dimmed, and the throne became empty. For the first time since creation, the seat of the supreme god stood unclaimed.
"Let the others fight for the seat," Nirvana said. His voice was soft, but it carried across heavens and worlds. "Let them prove what they believe eternity should be. As for me… I choose impermanence."
His divine body began to fracture, not in weakness, but in release. Like shards of a falling star, his radiance broke apart, scattering across the skies. Each fragment carried boundless power, yet all bent toward one path—toward the mortal plane.
The gods fell to their knees, not from reverence, but from the unbearable weight of witnessing the impossible: the strongest choosing to fall.
As his form dissolved, Nirvana's final words echoed through the divine realm, words that would resound for ages:
"My reign is over. My journey begins anew. Remember my name as you will. In the world of men… I shall be known as Fay."
And with that, the God of Gods vanished from the heavens.
The empty throne waited in silence. The war for succession began with a single heartbeat.
But somewhere, in a humble home of the mortal world, the cry of a newborn child split the night.