[ Location: Hogwarts - Gryffindor Dormitory ][ Date: November 13th, 1993 - Late Night ]
Harry and Ron were fast asleep.
I was sitting on my bed in the dark, spinning my wand between my fingers.
I was waiting for the perfect moment to snatch Peter Pettigrew out of Ron's sheets.
To kill time, I opened the Dimensional Chat Group.
Since Aizen had just announced he was going to become the "God" of his world, the chat was having a massive argument about what a God actually is.
Sosuke Aizen: A true God is a being of supreme evolution. A perfect, logical mind that sits on the throne and guides the lesser masses.
Ryomen Sukuna: Wrong, A God is just the strongest creature in the world. The one who can slaughter everyone else without trying.
Makima: You are both acting like children, true divinity is absolute control and if you hold the leash, you are God.
Vivan Frostwell: You guys are all thinking way too small.
Vivan Frostwell: Kings sitting on thrones? Slicing people up? That's mortal stuff, true Gods don't rule reality, I think they eat it and I'm talking about Outer Gods. The ones who live in the Macroverse outside the multiverse. Like the Crimson King.
Ryomen Sukuna: Sounds like a big target. I'd slice his eyes out.
Vivan Frostwell: No, you wouldn't. He's the size of a galaxy and listen to me very carefully: Do NOT say his name out loud and do not picture a giant, burning red eye in your head.
Sosuke Aizen: Why? Are you claiming he can hear us across dimensions?
Vivan Frostwell: Yes. He is a conceptual predator. If you think about him too loudly, or say his name clearly, it acts like a beacon. He will rip a hole in your dimension, step through, and eat your entire world and I'm completely serious. Do not test it.
Lloyd Frontera (Admin): HA! Nice try, Vivan!
Vivan Frostwell: Lloyd, Shut up.
Lloyd Frontera (Admin): 'Don't say his name!' That is the oldest marketing trick in the book! You're trying to build hype to sell us something! Watch this! CRIMSON KING! CRIMSON KING! GIANT BURNING RED EYE! Come to my world! Let's see it!
Vivan Frostwell: Lloyd, you absolute idiot.
I stared at the screen, my blood running cold.
[ Location: The Frontera Estate - Earth-811 ][ POV: Javier Asrahan - The Greatest Knight ]
I was standing in the dirt, watching my Young Master, Lloyd Frontera, aggressively dig a ditch for a new sewer line.
Suddenly, Lloyd stopped digging.
He was staring at the empty air, typing furiously on his invisible Chat Group screen.
' What is it this time?'
"Crimson King! Come get me!" Lloyd shouted to the sky, laughing like a maniac. "Scam artist!"
A second later, the world stopped spinning.
The wind died and the birds stopped chirping.
The blue sky above the Frontera estate suddenly shattered like cheap glass and terrifying, blood-red light poured through the cracks.
The temperature skyrocketed.
The dirt beneath my boots turned to hot ash.
I fell to my knees.
The gravity pressure was so heavy I couldn't breathe and my aura, the pride of the Asrahan family, felt like a single candle against a raging forest fire.
Far away, across the continent, the legendary Dragon King woke up from his slumber, roaring in pure terror.
Deep underground, the King of Hell dropped his pitchfork, staring up at the mortal realm in absolute horror.
An entity far beyond our comprehension was entering our world.
Through the cracked sky, a colossal, burning Red Eye pushed its way into reality.
It was larger than a mountain. It radiated pure, endless malice.
"I SMELL A LOUD MOUSE..." a voice echoed, not in the air, but directly inside our brains.
It felt like my skull was going to split open.
I looked at Lloyd.
Lloyd had dropped his shovel and the arrogant smirk was completely gone.
He finally realized something that he had just summoned the end of the world.
Lloyd panicked.
And when Lloyd Frontera panics, his face does things that defy human anatomy.
His jaw unhinged and his eyes bulged out of his skull. Deep, terrifying shadows covered his sunken cheeks.
He looked like the true devil of hell, a creature born of pure greed and ugliness.
"GAAAAAAAH!" Lloyd screamed, looking up at the sky with his horrific, demonic face. "HE'S REEEEAAAL! MY MONEY IS GOING TO BURN! MY ESTATE!"
High above, the Crimson King looked down to find the mortal who had summoned him.
The massive Red Eye locked onto Lloyd.
The Outer God, the devourer of realities, the supreme predator of the Macroverse... paused.
He looked closely at Lloyd's face.
He saw the sheer, unadulterated ugliness.
He saw the grotesque, demonic expression of a desperate civil engineer.
The Crimson King physically flinched.
The crushing gravity vanished and the burning Red Eye blinked rapidly, looking completely disgusted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?" the cosmic voice echoed, sounding genuinely grossed out. "DISGUSTING."
The Red Eye immediately pulled back.
SNAP.
The red cracks in the sky zipped shut and the blue sky returned.
The birds started chirping again.
The Outer God had literally just gotten jump-scared by an ugly estate developer and ran away.
I stayed on my knees, staring at Lloyd in complete and utter disbelief.
"Young Master..." I whispered, my brain totally broken. "Did you again just... repel something... with your face?"
Lloyd ignored me.
He picked up his shovel, looking annoyed, and started typing in the air again.
[ Location: Hogwarts - Gryffindor Dormitory ][ POV: Vivan Frostwell ]
I was sweating.
I expected a system alert saying Lloyd's world had been deleted.
Instead, a new message popped up.
Lloyd Frontera (Admin): Okay, so he showed up. You weren't lying but he left.
Ryomen Sukuna: He left?
Sosuke Aizen: Impossible, how did you survive an God? Did you use a sacred relic? A barrier?
Vivan Frostwell: Lloyd, what did you do?! How are you alive?!
Lloyd Frontera (Admin): I just looked up and screamed at him and he called me disgusting and left. So rude. Anyway, Vivan, since he didn't eat my world, do you want to buy some premium dirt?
I stared at the glowing blue screen.
I closed the chat, dragged my hands down my face, and let out a long, tired sigh.
"I can't believe it," I muttered to myself in the dark room. "The Crimson King. The terror of the Macroverse. Scared off by an ugly face."
"Did you say something?" Ron mumbled in his sleep from the next bed over.
I looked over at Ron and then, I looked at the fat rat sleeping on his pillow.
My shock faded, replaced by a cold, villainous smirk.
"No," I whispered, pulling my wand out. "Just getting ready to take out the trash."
I slid off my bed.
Because It was time to deal with Peter Pettigrew.
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