The Festival of Eternity

In the vast expanse of creation, where entire universes flickered like candle flames, a grand celestial event stirred the fabric of existence. Once every ten million years, the Festival of Eternity was held—a cosmic celebration where deities, eldritch entities, and primordial beings gathered to display their might, intellect, and influence.

It was an event that even the strongest beings feared missing, for it was rumored that those who failed to participate risked fading from history itself.

In his grand palace, Beerus, the Supreme One, sat upon his golden throne, listening to his wives discuss the festival.

"Let's go," Erza said, her scarlet hair glowing under the celestial lights. "It's been ages since we've had some fun."

"Fun?" Sigma, the most calculated among them, adjusted her glasses. "Do you consider cosmic warlords, eldritch beasts, and reality-breaking battles 'fun'?"

"Yes," Erza replied, grinning.

Velzar smirked. "Besides, it's not like anything can actually threaten us."

Beerus, resting his cheek on his palm, chuckled. "You assume I would waste my time on such trivialities?"

"But my Lord," Zerna, his stormy-eyed wife, leaned in, "I hear there will be a Tournament of Supreme Destruction. Wouldn't it be amusing to watch some lesser beings struggle before us?"

Beerus closed his eyes in thought. "Hmm... A festival dedicated to flaunting power? Sounds like just another Tuesday for me."

Delta, normally quiet, suddenly spoke. "I heard they also have a Reality-Warping Cuisine Contest."

Beerus' eyes snapped open. Food?

"...Fine. We'll go."

His wives exchanged victorious smirks.

Arrival at the Festival

The Festival of Eternity was held on Zathrilos, the Eternal Plane, a massive floating continent that drifted between dimensions.

As Beerus and his wives arrived, the very fabric of reality trembled at their presence. The moment their feet touched the sacred grounds, time itself seemed to hesitate. Cosmic beings—ancient horrors, forgotten gods, and celestial emperors—turned to gaze upon them with fear and awe.

One unfortunate deity, a dragon-headed warlord, stood too close to their path. His body spontaneously collapsed into dust, unable to withstand Beerus' sheer aura.

"...Oops," Beerus muttered lazily.

"At least he didn't scream," Velzar said, unimpressed.

As they walked deeper into the festival grounds, the air grew thick with cosmic tension.

A golden-skinned Herald of the Festival, trembling but trying to maintain his dignity, approached them.

"M-my Lord Beerus, Supreme One, Creator of the Grand Order, and… esteemed ladies," he stammered, bowing so low that his forehead cracked the marble floor. "We are humbled by your presence. What shall be your pleasure at the festival?"

Beerus yawned. "I'll watch my wives play with you mortals for a while."

The Herald nodded so quickly his head nearly snapped off. "Of course! Please, enjoy our most prestigious events!"

The wives exchanged glances, each eyeing a different contest.

A grand coliseum, larger than galaxies, hosted the Tournament of Supreme Destruction, where only the most terrifying warlords, abyssal titans, and calamity-class deities fought.

Velzar strode into the battlefield, surrounded by creatures that could annihilate entire civilizations with a whisper.

The announcer, a floating mass of eyes and mouths, bellowed:

"Let the first challenger approach—Xal'Gorth, the Universe-Slayer!"

A monstrous figure, composed of screaming planets and living shadows, emerged. "I am the end of—"

Velzar blinked, and Xal'Gorth was instantly erased from existence.

The crowd fell into stunned silence.

"...Was that my opponent?" Velzar asked, tilting her head. "I thought this was supposed to be fun."

The announcer hesitated, then called forth another champion.

"Next challenger—The Devourer of Suns!"

A cosmic serpent, stretching across dimensions, lunged at her—only for Velzar to effortlessly catch its head and rip it apart like a piece of paper.

The audience collectively recoiled in terror.

By the time Velzar had obliterated her twentieth opponent with a sigh, the remaining fighters fled in sheer panic.

Velzar rolled her eyes. "Weaklings."

She walked out, victorious.

Meanwhile, Beerus and Delta arrived at the Celestial Banquet, where chefs from across the Omniverse competed to create the most reality-bending dishes.

One chef, a four-armed celestial being, presented a Starfire Soufflé, made from the dying essence of a collapsing star.

Beerus took one bite.

"...This is mediocre at best."

The chef exploded in shame.

Another chef, desperate to impress, presented Primordial Ambrosia, a dish so divine it could grant infinite knowledge.

Beerus yawned. "Tastes like air."

The chef fainted on the spot.

Growing bored, Delta snapped her fingers.

Instantly, a feast beyond mortal comprehension appeared—an array of dishes crafted from fundamental forces of the universe itself. Time-flavored pastries, gravity-infused wines, and entropy-roasted meats.

Beerus took a bite.

"...Now THIS is food."

Delta smirked. "Naturally."

Meanwhile, Erza and Zerna decided to enter the Trial of the Abyss, a challenge meant to test one's insanity and resilience.

"You know this is meant to break the minds of gods, right?" a festival judge warned.

Erza cracked her knuckles. "Sounds fun."

The challenge? Survive inside the Maw of Madness, a realm where time, space, and reality cease to make sense.

The moment they entered, the sky screamed, and the ground turned into a river of liquified fear.

A twisted voice whispered, "There is no escape. No light. No sanity. You will be consumed."

Zerna laughed. "You clearly have no idea who we are."

The abyss itself recoiled in confusion.

Instead of breaking, Erza punched the fabric of reality, and Zerna overloaded the chaos with her own energy.

The Maw of Madness, a place that had swallowed countless gods, screamed in agony and imploded upon itself.

When they walked out unscathed, the judge collapsed from sheer shock.

The Awakening of the Forgotten Dread

Just as the Festival of Eternity reached its climax, the air shattered like brittle glass. A deafening hum spread through the cosmos, and the very foundation of Zathrilos, the Eternal Plane, began to tremble. Deities, warlords, and eldritch horrors—beings who had ruled countless realities—froze in terror as something beyond their understanding began to awaken.

A voice, one that did not belong to the living nor the dead, resounded across the festival grounds.

"WHO DARES TREAD UPON MY DOMAIN? WHO BREAKS THE CYCLE OF ETERNAL DREAD?"

The sky above tore apart, revealing an endless abyss of writhing shadows, twisting and contorting into a monstrous form that defied all logic. This was no ordinary god. It was a being erased from history, a forgotten terror sealed away before time itself.

Its form constantly shifted—at one moment a colossal titan with a thousand screaming mouths, the next a serpentine horror coiling around the very stars. Beings of unimaginable power fell to their knees, their minds crumbling at the mere sight of it.

The Festival Herald, once so confident, was now cowering in despair. "T-this wasn't supposed to happen…"

Entire sections of the festival collapsed into nonexistence, devoured by the entity's mere presence.

The being's voice rippled through the void, tearing the concept of reality apart.

"YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN MY NAME, BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN MY HATRED."

"I SHALL UNMAKE YOU ALL."

A hush fell over the cosmic battlefield. The gods, emperors, and warlords—beings who had shaped universes—were powerless before this nightmare.

But then—

A yawn.

All heads turned toward Beerus, who stretched lazily, completely unfazed. His golden throne hovered effortlessly above the battlefield, untouched by the chaos.

"Ugh. Another cosmic reject waking up from its nap," Beerus muttered, rubbing his temple. "I swear, this happens every time I go out."

His wives, still lounging beside him, exchanged amused glances.

"Should we handle this, my love?" Zerna asked, her stormy eyes crackling with excitement.

"Looks like fun," Erza smirked, cracking her knuckles.

Beerus exhaled, reclining back on his throne. "Go ahead. I was hoping for a peaceful festival, but I suppose watching you all have fun is entertainment enough."

The entity, witnessing Beerus' complete lack of concern, let out a bellowing roar that sent shockwaves through existence itself.

"YOU MOCK ME? I AM THE PRIMORDIAL NIGHTMARE, THE VOID BEFORE LIGHT. I HAVE CONSUMED COUNTLESS GODS, ERASED ENTIRE HISTORIES—"

"Yeah, yeah," Velzar interrupted, standing up with a playful smirk. "But have you ever fought a pissed-off wife of the Supreme One?"

The air trembled as Beerus' wives rose from their seats, their divine presence eclipsing even the terror before them.

The audience—gods, warlords, eldritch lords—backed away in awe and terror.

The Festival Herald, still shaking, whispered, "They're… going to fight it?"

"No," a lesser god stammered. "They're going to play with it."

The entity lunged, its form shifting into a vortex of screaming shadows, its very presence unraveling space and time. The stars in the sky flickered out as the void expanded.

But before it could reach them—

BOOM!

Erza's fist collided with its core, sending the nightmare hurtling backward through multiple dimensions. The shockwave alone disintegrated lesser gods, reducing them to cosmic dust.

Erza grinned, shaking her hand. "Not bad. That actually felt solid."

The entity shrieked, regaining its form. It lashed out with tendrils of oblivion, each strike capable of consuming entire realities—

Zerna intercepted, raising a single finger. The moment the tendrils touched her skin, they froze, turning into pure crystal before shattering into nothingness.

She smirked. "You're going to have to do better than that, dear."

The entity howled, shifting again, this time into an unstoppable tsunami of entropy, crashing toward them with the force of a collapsing multiverse.

Velzar stepped forward, yawning. "I was hoping for more resistance." She exhaled, and the tidal wave stopped midair—not because it had been blocked, but because Velzar's presence refused to acknowledge it as a threat.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the attack back, forcing the entity to consume its own destruction.

A massive explosion of void energy rocked the battlefield. Entire realms crumbled, the sky itself screamed in agony.

The audience was in pure disbelief.

"...They're toying with it," whispered a celestial warlord, his body trembling.

The entity realized it, too.

For the first time in its existence—it felt fear.

It tried to retreat.

But Delta was already behind it.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked, her usually calm eyes glowing with dangerous amusement. "We're not done playing yet."

She snapped her fingers.

The entity's own power turned against itself. The shadows that made up its body began to unravel, its form twisting, distorting.

It screamed in rage and terror.

"THIS… THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE… I AM THE NIGHTMARE BEYOND NIGHTMARES—"

Delta leaned in, whispering, "No, dear. You're just a bedtime story."

With a final snap, the entity was reduced to nothing—its very concept erased from existence.

Silence.

The battlefield was still.

The Festival Herald, now pale and breathless, collapsed in shock.

The audience, once filled with the most powerful beings in existence, could not speak.

They had witnessed something beyond their understanding.

Beerus, watching from his throne, clapped slowly. "Well, that was amusing."

His wives returned, satisfied.

"That was fun," Velzar said, stretching.

Erza nodded. "I wouldn't mind another one popping up."

Beerus rolled his eyes. "Let's not encourage more interruptions."

The Festival Herald, still trembling, approached cautiously. "My L-lord… Your wives… They…"

Beerus smirked. "Yes, I know. They're terrifying."

The festival resumed—but everyone there knew.

A new legend had been written.

And the Supreme One's wives had once again reminded the cosmos of their place.