"We have to destroy Radeon — and fast. We can't keep letting him ravage more planets across our universe."
The voice came from Vhorr, the God of War and Fury, one of the Thirteen Primordial Thrones.He sat upon his massive throne of stellar steel, two enormous battle axes crossed behind his back — eternal symbols of his strength and unending lust for conflict.
"I agree with Vhorr," said Arkhos, his voice steady and his gaze sharp. "We must eliminate Radeon. He's a threat to the balance of the universe. And since the thirteen gods of his universe failed to take responsibility, we will do it ourselves. Once it's over, we'll demand an explanation. Their universe owes us an answer."
"Father… is that Radeon a god?" asked Draygon, his son, from the lesser seat beside the throne.
"No. He's a demigod," replied Arkhos without hesitation.
"Then any of you should be able to defeat him," said Draygon confidently.
"I'm not so sure," Arkhos replied, frowning. "He was born of a demon woman. Half god, half demon… that mix makes him more unpredictable than any divine foe. We can't know the full extent of his power."
"Arkhos, we're dealing with a matter of utmost importance. If your son has questions, answer them later," interrupted Velkar, the God of Chaos, his voice rough and impatient.
"You're hardly one to lecture about order," snapped Elaethe, Goddess of Light and Creation — and Draygon's mother. "Half of these meetings, you spend shouting. So do us all a favor and stay quiet."
Arkhos burst out laughing in the middle of the celestial hall, drawing the eyes of every god present.
"That's why I married you," he said between chuckles. "That temper of yours suits my wife perfectly."
Elaethe gave him a sharp, knowing smile."Very well, dear… but don't let weaker gods speak to you as if they were your equals."
"Excuse me? Weaker than Arkhos? Don't insult me! You—"
But Velkar couldn't finish his sentence.
Arkhos's gaze pierced him like an invisible spear. The embodiment of chaos froze, swallowing hard. A chill swept through the entire chamber. There was no need for a gesture or a word — that single look alone revealed the abyss of power that separated them.No battle was needed to prove it.
"…Let's forget it," muttered Velkar, forcing his trembling voice into something resembling calm.
Arkhos smiled faintly, turning his attention back to the other assembled gods."Now then. We need to determine where Radeon is — and who will be the ones to end him."
A figure stood gracefully.
She didn't look physically imposing, yet her very presence commanded respect. The oldest among them all, an entity who had witnessed eras born and die.She was Lira, Goddess of Time and Memory — the one who remembered every cycle of the universe… even those no one else could recall.
"According to my reports, Radeon is currently on the planet Lumirel," said Lira in her serene voice. "A world plagued by endless wars between its people. They're not particularly bright, but their physical strength is remarkable. I recommend striking now while he's still occupied. If he follows his usual pattern, it'll take him a few days to completely destroy that world. Sending three Greater Gods would be the wisest choice."
"Three Greater Gods? That many?" scoffed Therzoth, God of Final Judgment. "I doubt this creature is that much of a threat."
"Lira's right," said Arkhos firmly. "Better to send three and finish it quickly than send one and risk their life — or two without being sure they can win. Three is the most logical and safest choice.Besides, we can't let him continue rampaging. He's already destroyed two planets — this would be the third. This universe is ours, and we won't let anyone trample it without consequences.What would the other universes think if we did nothing? Have you forgotten how weak that would make us appear?"
"I completely agree," added Seraphys, Goddess of Hope and Fate. "Then it's time to decide which three gods will handle this problem."
The hall filled with murmurs as the gods deliberated, debating whether to volunteer or nominate others — until Vhorr's voice cut through the noise.
"I'll go."
"I'll go too," added Velkar, crossing his arms defiantly.
Arkhos rose from his throne, his tone firm."I think it's best we choose wisely. Sending both Vhorr and Velkar together makes no sense — they're both combat specialists, and they can't stand each other. That would only endanger the mission."
The other gods nodded in agreement.
"Then? What team do you propose?" asked Molkran, God of the Abyss, his imposing figure radiating authority.
"My choice is as follows," said Arkhos, his gaze steady on each of them."As our combat specialist — Vhorr.As the second member — Menoth, God of Wisdom and Deceit.And as the third — Ishmara, God of Infinite Life.Without doubt, that's the best combination."
"You must be joking! I want to fight!" shouted Velkar, stepping forward in anger.
"Silence," cut in Noctheros, God of Death, his cold stare dripping with disdain.
Velkar clenched his teeth but said nothing.
"Well then," said Nyss, Goddess of the Void and Silence, her voice calm yet resolute. "If no one objects, and we all agree that the team will consist of Vhorr, Menoth, and Ishmara… this meeting is adjourned."
Everyone agreed — except Velkar.
Draygon, the firstborn, who had attended to learn how the Greater Gods held their councils, realized then that these beings were nothing like the others.Until that day, he had only known his parents, Arkhos and Elaethe, as the ultimate symbols of divine power. But now he had met eleven more deities — each one a force that could rival even them.
As the meeting ended, some gods departed without a word, while others lingered to speak among themselves.The three chosen gods would leave within hours, aboard the fastest vessel in the universe.
Drezhul, God of Dreams and Madness, approached the young god."Hey there, kid. It's an honor to finally meet the son of Arkhos and Elaethe. I expect great things from you."He gestured beside him. "This is my daughter, Sirith."
Draygon turned to her — and froze for a moment. Her silver hair shimmered under the hall's light, and her gaze was both fierce and captivating.
"Don't be fooled by her looks," Drezhul said with a crooked grin. "She's strong — and not exactly friendly."
"Nice to meet you, Sirith. I hope we can get along," said Draygon politely.
She barely looked at him. A simple nod, nothing more.
"Don't take it personally," Drezhul chuckled. "She's just like her mother."
Draygon smiled awkwardly. "No problem," he said.
At that moment, Arkhos's deep voice echoed across the chamber."Drezhul, may I speak with you privately?"
"Of course," Drezhul replied, and the two moved to a distant corner.
Left alone with Sirith, Draygon felt a sudden awkwardness. His eyes instinctively searched for his mother, who was chatting cheerfully with other gods across the room.
"Do I intimidate you?" Sirith asked suddenly, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.
"Eh? No… not at all," Draygon stammered.
She didn't seem convinced. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. He looked away, taking a small step back.
"Yes, I do intimidate you. And you're terrible at lying."
Draygon scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Maybe… a little."
Sirith paused for a moment before saying softly,"You're different from the other children of the gods."
"Is that good or bad?" Draygon asked curiously.
"Just different," she replied flatly.
Arkhos returned then, finishing his talk with Drezhul. With a nod, he called to his wife."It's time to go."
The gods began leaving for their respective worlds. Once aboard their divine vessel, Arkhos turned to his son.
"What did you think of the meeting?"
"It was great. I've always wanted to see how these things work. And… it makes me proud to know my parents are such important figures in this universe," said Draygon with a smile.
Arkhos nodded."One day, you too will become a vital force for the balance of the universe. You'll make decisions that shape the fate of entire worlds — and the cosmos itself will respect you for it."