The Evil God strode through the gray lands of the Dark Side of the Divine Realm. This place was a vast garbage dump of reality, imprisoning errant gods or those who dared defy the will of the Supreme God. He slowly observed, searching for a potential pawn to be the first in his grand overthrow.
Suddenly, the roars of grotesque monsters echoed from a cracked rocky valley. The Evil God looked down and found his target. The God of Fantasy—a deity who once held the power to weave dreams and fantastical scenarios—was now gasping for breath, his body riddled with golden wounds as he was surrounded and devoured by a horde of despicable border monsters.
Seeing his opportunity, the Evil God decided to strike to gain favor. He didn't use his ultimate attack, merely a glance. The pressure from his No-body state swept through, causing all the monsters to freeze and instantly vanish into dust. He leisurely approached, extending his ethereal hand before the fallen god.
Using masterful psychological manipulation and seductive persuasive words, the Demon God whispered the sweet nectar of revenge into the ears of the God of Fantasy:
"You possess the power to shape reality, yet you accept lying here waiting to die? Look at those who tormented you in this mire. They sit on their resplendent thrones, bathed in Golden Mana, and mock your helplessness."
The God of Fantasy initially trembled, his eyes showing hesitation and doubt before this dark entity. But as memories of the humiliation in the Divine Realm flooded back, hatred triumphed over reason. He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "Yes... Those wretched souls who were brought down here... they must pay!"
The first alliance was officially established. To assert their dominance, the Demon God and the God of Fantasy joined forces to construct a magnificent but dark and ominous temple in this desolate wasteland. With the Demon God's overwhelming power, even the most ferocious mythical creatures of the Dark Side, such as the ancient nine-headed Hydra and the colossal Draken, were easily defeated, tamed, and transformed into obedient pets, bowing at their feet.
Under the strategic guidance of the Demon God, the God of Fantasy began his next step: venturing into every corner of the Dark Side to recruit more forces. He sought out young gods recently banished and still harboring resentment, Lucifer—the one with wings ablaze with the fires of hell, and cunning old gods who had survived countless ages of solitude. All of them had different origins, but their only commonality was a deep-seated hatred for the supreme gods who lived in luxury in the heavens.
To ensure there was no betrayal, the Evil God forced everyone to forge a supreme soul pact using Darkness Mana. Once signed, anyone intending to betray would have their soul instantly devoured into nothingness.
The Temple of Darkness grew stronger and stronger, becoming an impenetrable fortress. At the main gate, a pack of ferocious three-headed Cerberus dogs were stationed as guards, constantly hissing and roaring with black flames. Any stranger or fallen god wishing to approach or join had to pass through the rigorous scrutiny and approval of the God of Approval—the deity in charge of managing the alliance's personnel.
An army of outcasts had formed, ready to await the Evil God's command to blacken the entire Divine Realm.