Prologue 0.2: The Three Universes

Eternal universe

It was supposed to be a fragment of the vast Hellenic universe, said to have been shattered during the first great upheaval. But unlike the Hellenic universe, which was rudimentary at a glance, eternal universe prided itself in being one of the advanced divine civilizations.

Although the requirements for external objects decreases as one advances through divinity, yet here could be found every contraption aiding to the development of Gods. It was said that Eternal divine realm took this direction specifically to distinguish themselves from the Hellenic divine realm, hoping to escape their shadows.

At the centre of one of the vast cities stood a tall tower depicting intricate clockwork architecture. The needles of the clock, so massive it would not be wrong to call them pillars, spun in a rhythmic manner. This clock was unlike any, it did not portray the passage of time, as the time itself was but a trivial matter for the residences of the eternal divine realm. Rather the spinning of clock generated a rhythm, that seemed to adhere to the laws of fate.

On the walls of the tower lay countless mystical runic symbols, many of which overlapped each other. Yet, the walls of the tower seemed uncrowded, as if each symbol was carved following the law of the world, completely blending the beauty of the rudiments with the technological framework.

Within the tower, in the space atop, sat the three Parcae sisters. Handling their own works, their hand moved in rythm as they operated a complicated looking Interface that seemed to be formed by a hologram. As the worked the interface a complicated mechanism afront moved, its gears rotating with loud yet rhythmic creaks. Suddenly, they had a premonition, the space they resided within seemed to ripple.

Morta, the eldest of the three turned deathly pale as she fell down her seat, her body limp gradually losing her consciousness. Decima, the middle sister, started to cough blood violently, soon she burst from inside out turning into a pool of blood and pus.

Nona who sat across in the distance was the youngest of the three. But her calm demeanor towards the incident said otherwise. She composedly closed her eyes, trying to peer into the fabric of time and space, hoping to find out the cause and effects that led to this situation.

After some time her eyes opened, looking into the void she sighed, "it seems that despite all the efforts we still cannot escape the shadows of the Hellenic realm." With slightly pale face she too lost her consciousness.

Soon the space where they resided trmbled, the laws of fate within started to decay, the holographic interfaces dimmed till they disappeared and the entire space shattered. Two bodies fell into a room that looked futuristic yet rudimentary at many places, it was an odd combination. Soon the pool of blood splashed down painting the entire room blood red, tainting the serenity brought about by the spatial arrangement within the room.

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Hellenic universe

The dissappearance of the hall of destiny from the divine realm led to an unprecedented commotion, the Gods nearby and afar all sensed the anomaly and came over to verify the situation. Upon arriving they were met with the nightmarish scene, the island where the hall of destiny stood had turned into a boundless abyss. It appeared as if the part of the realm was swallowed by some enigmatic and terrifying monster that could eat up the space itself. Just the notion of such a being was enough to invoke terror in the hearts of these high and mighty Gods.

As more and more divine beings gathered, the venue was bustling. Amidst the scramble of the crowd, the clouds rumbled and the thunder roared, the already distorted sky was soon covered with dark thunderclouds. Just listening to the roar of thunder was enough to express the might of it's originator. Every divine being present below looked up in awe, their eyes filled with reverence.

From beyond the clouds a pair of eyes looked down making it's domineering presence known to all that were beneath. The gods below instantly lowered their heads, incapable to look up. Sensing the presence beyond the thunderclouds the crowd silently diffused.

Atop the mount olympus, a castle spread across, myriad times more massive than the former hall of destiny. Passing through the cradle of passagways, at the centre of the castle stood the main hall, it was a gathering space without any ceiling overhead. The dark thunderclouds rolled about forming the roof of the hall. The long erected pillars passed through the cluods extending to the skies beyond. Here gathered the twelve great Olympian Gods along with the God of underworld Hades, sitting in their respective thrones. The legendary gathering of the Gods was underway.

At the centre of all the figures was a massive throne along which the traces of heavenly lightning passed by, forming beautiful yet oppressive arcs. Here sat a figure, his head covered in a beautiful golden crown with intricate carvings, holding the golden lightning arc with his bare hands, his face reflected with the divine light adding to his might. His beard fluttering with the voilent winds that blowed within the confines of the hall.

Sitting on the throne Zeus looked over at the centre of the hall with a serious expression. Here lay massive bowl, large enough to swallow the earth whole. The container was filled with exceptionally clean water reflecting the part of the realm where the hall of destiny once stood. Beside him sat the other twelve superior Gods, looking towards the incident of chaos with stern expressions.

"How unfortunate, it seems we have lost three of us superior Gods, lets give them a proper farewell." Said Apollo, as he performed a melody that seemed to stir the souls of the listener, causing tears to well up in the eyes of many gods subconsciously, their hearts heavy.

"Apollo, dont jump to conclusions yet" said Athena as she rebuked his claim, cutting of the music abruptly causing him to be rather dissatisfied. Athena then continued, "the fate of the third is yet unknown." She said as she looked over in a corner of the hall where the torches hung, two of which had already lost their flames while the third was flickering on the verge of being extinguished.

"Yes, that is true but I cannot predict her location. It seems her fate too has been affected, I am unable to reach to it." Apollo said, justifying his claim

Sigh...

"Whatever the case might be, two dead and one's fate unknown, our battle power has been impared significantly in this incident. If demons were to catch wind about this they would do everything within their ability to invade our realm. We must prepare with utmost urgency." Ares commented with a grave expression.

Posiedon said with concern, "our greatest loss this time is still the loss of the space where the laws of fate gathered, it would take eternities for it to completely heal itself." Every God seemed to agree to this statement, the island where the Hall of destiny once stood was a rare place for laws of fate and time to gather together, it's significance was second only to the Mount Olympus where the superior Gods resided.

For a moment, there was an unsettling silence in the hall. The losses were huge, a single loss could hinder the developement of a divine realm for an unknown span of time. Added together these losses could lead to significant impact on the Hellenic divine realm. Only losses greater than this they ever suffered might be in the great upheavals before.

"Hmm..." a voice resounded throughout the great hall breaking the silence. It was neither loud nor overbearing, but the impression it brought along with it was In a word terrifying. As if the strings of hearts were stirred, just listening to the voice was enough to invoke terror even among some Gods. The voice directly impacted the soul of the listener, weaker souls might even perish by just listening to the dreadful voice. It attracted the attention of all the Gods within the hall as they looked at it's source.

Among the great Olympian Gods there sat Hades, his ever closed eyes opened slightly as he looked at the bowl reflecting the scene of chaos with scrutiny. For the first time ever since the gathering began he spoke. With a hint of interest in his voice he said, "hahaha, this is rather interesting. The nature of the remnant aura is enough to burn my finger. Now I am curious as to who was it working behind the scenes."

As he finished speaking he withdrew his hands from a dark portal that seemed to connect space, showing the index and middle fingers that were burned on the surface. The fingers were starting to heal as the slight aura of corrosion still lingering on them struggled to oppose the healing process, it's resistance futile.

Seeing this the Gods had somewhat solemn expressions, their faces flashing with worry from time to time as they thought of something. Zeus was sitting quietly all the way through as he saw the entire meeting unfold. It was rather rare for a rambunctious and irritable God such as himself to not burst his temper when someone invaded his territory. Yet, all the Gods present knew very well that behind that calm afront lay seething anger that might burst out at any moment. Whoever the culprit may be, when uncovered it was inevitable for them to face the wrath of lightning.

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Universe of Asgard

The entire universe had taken the form of a tree, it's stature enormous covring all the realms present within. This was the representative tree of the Asgard universe 'The World Tree Yggdrasil'. The colossal tree had an ethereal body, it looked tangible yet could never be reached. It's leaves formed the stars in the sky sorrounded by numerous planets some of which even contained lives, it's canopy covering the entire starry skies.

Yggdrasil contained countless realms connected together by its branches forming the passageways. There were nine major realms contained within the body of the world tree which were connected by the network of complex space and time structures contained within the cosmos of the tree trunk.

Its roots spreading as wide as the canopy above, covering the entire universe. It absorbed the negative energy from within the cosmos as it was purified within the trunk, until it reached the top It was born a new, pleasent and pure. It was as if the universe was the living tree itself, containing within it the countless lives of Asgard residences. Seeing it in person, there was only one way to describe the scene before the eyes 'it was magical'.

Under the Asgard divine realm, that stood atop the canopy, deep below the roots of world tree there was a dimensional space than seemed inverted at first glance. The space was so far away from the divine realm, yet it seemed so close. The almost unrealistic connection between these two parts of space was enough to express the complexity to the spatial overlapping within the world tree realms.

Within the space was a tranquil island, serene and ethereal. It's majesty was not below the Hall of Destiny Within the Hellenic realm. At the centre of the island was a well, it's depth unknown. Looking down one could only see the endless darkness. Here was the location where the laws of fate of entire Asgard universe gathered.

Sorrounding the well was a beautiful scenery, filled with animals and plants that seemed to relate to fate and time. They gathered together on this island, some playfully roaming about, some calmly sitting taking a pleasent nap.

Suddenly the space of the island seemed to ripple, there seemed to be some sort of spatial interference. Sensing the incoming spatial fluctuations a unicorn woke up. Unlike usual unicorns it was not completely white, pristine and clean, representing purity. It had golden hair over it's head and for tail, representing the auspicious golden fate among the varied fates of a being.

It sped towards the source of disturbance only to find a beautiful woman on the verge of death, wrapped in divine light to sustain her life force struggling to preserve her life even while unconscious. Sensing the divine aura that wrapped the intruder and conforming that she was free of any malevolence, it approached her. Carrying her on it's back it sped in a specific direction disappearing from the sight.

Within the tree that stood next to the well was another alternate space that connected directly to the endless space within the well. In it sat the three Norn sisters who governed this island of fate. Suddenly, they opened their eyes together at the same time. Verdandi, the middle of the three sisters said, " it seems we have a visitor, what a rare sight to see."

Urd, the eldest of the three said indifferently, "her aura seem to come from Hellenic divine realm. Eldest of the three fate sisters perhaps, or maybe Narada from dharmic universe, in the entirety of universes they are our only acquaintances capable of predicting our coordinates." Skuld, the youngest of the three, was uncharacteristically quiet at the moment, she looked towards the void infront her eyes dazed.

Then there was a knock on the space, as if someone was hitting the space from outside. Urd waved her hand opening up a portal inviting the unicorn of golden fate within. On his back was the beautiful intruder that he intercepted before. Seeing the intruder the Norn sisters were rather shocked. It was Clotho, the youngest of the three fate sisters. Well, this was a bit unexpected.