Supreme Judge and the Trial of Mortals

In the boundless expanse of his domain, Beerus, the Supreme Sovereign of All Existence, reclined on his celestial throne, his golden eyes glowing with infinite knowledge. Surrounding him were his six wives—Velzar, Erza, Zerna, Delta, Beta, and Sigma—each of them unique, powerful, and divine in their own right.

Whis, his ever-faithful attendant, stood nearby, observing as the gods indulged in a feast that transcended mortal comprehension. Celestial delicacies, crafted from the very essence of the cosmos, were laid before them. The wine they sipped was distilled from the dreams of entire civilizations, and the food shimmered with the glow of collapsed stars.

Yet, amidst the indulgence, Beerus's expression remained unreadable. His mind—though beyond mortal understanding—was preoccupied.

A disturbance. A mere ripple in the fabric of existence.

But even a ripple, in the presence of The One Above All, was enough to demand acknowledgment.

Whis noticed the shift in his master's aura. Though Beerus had not spoken, Whis had served him for eons, and he understood the slightest change in his demeanor.

"Ah, Lord Beerus," Whis said, refilling his master's goblet. "It appears you have sensed something of interest?"

The wives, mid-conversation, turned their attention to Beerus.

Velzar, the warrior queen, smirked. "Another foolish realm playing with fire?"

Erza chuckled. "Or perhaps another set of mortals that have forgotten their place?"

Beerus leaned back, eyes half-lidded, tapping his clawed fingers against the armrest of his throne. His voice, calm yet absolute, sent tremors through the stars.

"A civilization has begun to believe that gods are unnecessary. That they are the peak of existence."

A silence fell over the chamber.

Zerna's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Arrogance. How… predictable."

Beta and Delta snickered. "Oh, this should be fun!"

Sigma, ever the analyst, sighed. "I assume they are tampering with powers they do not understand?"

Beerus merely nodded.

Before his throne, a rift in space opened, revealing the universe in question. The rulers of this realm—self-proclaimed deities, tyrants, and mortal emperors drunk on their own delusions of supremacy—were devising ways to surpass the very concept of divinity.

They sought forbidden knowledge, played with unstable energies, created weapons designed to challenge celestial forces.

They had no idea how insignificant they truly were.

Beerus exhaled, amused yet indifferent.

"They bore me already."

Zerna tilted her head. "Will you erase them, then?"

Beerus smirked. "No. That would be too easy. Instead… I think it's time one of my subordinate had some exercise."

At the mere mention of the subordinate, the air in the chamber grew heavier.

These were not mere warriors. He was part of Beerus's private army, each of them possessing power that exceeded comprehension. They were stronger than strength itself, beyond the concept of limitations.

And now, one of them would descend.

Whis gave a knowing smile. "Shall I summon him, Lord Beerus?"

Beerus swirled his wine, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Only one is needed for this."

With a mere flick of his wrist, a golden sigil burned into existence before his throne, and in an instant, a towering figure emerged.

A being clad in ornate black and gold armor stepped forward, exuding an aura so overwhelming that even gods would bow before him. His presence alone was enough to warp reality, his golden eyes glowing with untamed cosmic fury.

His name was Azaroth, The Bringer of Finality.

Azaroth knelt before Beerus. "You summoned me, my lord?"

Beerus's voice was calm, yet absolute. "A universe has forgotten its place. You will remind them."

Azaroth nodded. "Shall I erase them?"

Beerus waved a hand lazily. "No. That would be merciful. I want them to understand." His golden gaze flickered. "Show them the truth of their insignificance. Let them gaze into the abyss before their fate is sealed."

Azaroth's golden eyes gleamed with cold amusement. "It shall be done."

The rulers of the arrogant universe gathered in their grand halls, discussing their ascension. They believed themselves at the cusp of becoming supreme beings, ready to seize dominion over existence itself.

And then…

The sky split open.

A rift tore through reality, and from it descended Azaroth, draped in golden radiance, a harbinger of ultimate judgment.

The moment his feet touched the ground, time itself bent beneath his presence.

The so-called "gods" of this realm gasped, their bodies unable to move, their minds barely comprehending the horror before them.

Azaroth spoke, his voice shaking the cosmos.

"You have dared to call yourselves gods?"

His words alone sent waves of divine pressure crashing down, shattering entire mountains in the distance.

One of the mortal rulers, shaking, attempted to respond. "W-We are on the verge of—"

Azaroth raised a hand.

Instantly, the ruler was erased—not just from existence, but from history. As if he had never been born.

The others screamed in terror.

Azaroth took a step forward, and the world trembled beneath his feet.

"Your arrogance has reached its peak. But tell me…" He leaned in, his golden eyes piercing into their souls. "What do gods fear?"

The rulers whimpered. They had no answer.

Azaroth's expression was unreadable.

"They fear me."

And with that, he unleashed his power.

The so-called "gods" of that realm were forced to witness the infinite—true divinity, the boundless power they could never obtain.

Their minds shattered. Their bodies crumbled. Their civilizations, their histories, their ambitions—all undone in an instant.

The lesson was learned.

The universe would not repeat its mistake.

Azaroth returned to Beerus's domain, kneeling before his master once more.

"It is done."

Beerus, lounging on his throne, merely sipped his wine.

"Of course it is."

His wives chuckled.

Delta grinned. "Did they scream?"

Azaroth smirked. "Louder than most."

Velzar nodded. "Then they understood."

Beerus set his goblet down, sighing.

"Mortals always forget their place. It is… tiresome."

Whis chuckled. "And yet, my lord, you still find amusement in watching them fail."

Beerus smirked. "Of course. After all… what is existence, if not my entertainment?"

And with that, the Supreme Being reclined once more, the cosmos nothing more than a spectacle before his golden gaze.

For he was Beerus—The Absolute, The Supreme, The One Above All.

And the game of gods and mortals would never end.