3[Extra: Long time ago]

This is an extra chapter but the main story will be submitted tonight or maybe tomorrow. The new chapter will be available 00:00 a.m UTC+6:30 (Burmese time) or 2:00 p.m UTC+6:30

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300 Million Years Ago...

Amidst the celestial pillars of heaven and the boundless expanse of the omniverse, five omnipotent figures stood in solemn silence. Their towering forms radiated an unfathomable aura of authority, their voices resonating with a weight that could bend the very fabric of existence. Before them knelt two figures—mortals by comparison, yet seraphims chosen for a purpose that transcended the comprehension of ordinary beings.

"You two shall ascend as the Gods of Life and Death," the figures proclaimed in unison, their voices reverberating through countless dimensions.

The two kneeling figures exchanged glances, their youthful faces betraying a mix of awe, fear, and unspoken understanding. One possessed raven-black hair, his demeanor calm yet shadowed by an air of mystery. The other had snow-white hair, a faint halo beginning to shimmer above his head, and a resolute expression etched onto his features.

As the decree was made, the heavens themselves trembled, and the two were granted divine artifacts and powers beyond mortal comprehension.

The dark-haired man's pupils morphed, a glowing green X forming within his irises. In his hands appeared Hades, a scythe exuding an aura of death so profound that even the gods flinched at its presence.

"Your name shall be Mortis," the figures declared.

The white-haired man's eyes shifted as well, taking on a radiant yellow hue with a rectangular pupil and a half-cross pattern. A golden crown of light materialized above his head as Excalibur, a magnificent longsword radiating hope and serenity, appeared in his grasp. Its blade shone with divine brilliance, illuminating the heavens themselves.

"And your name shall be Luxiel," they continued.

"And so," the five omnipotent figures intoned, "you are entrusted with the Circle of Life and Death. The balance of existence now rests in your hands."

In that moment, the roles were defined: Mortis, the bringer of death, and Luxiel, the giver of life. Two opposing forces united by duty yet destined for conflict.

***

200 Million Years Ago...

The darkened halls of the underworld trembled as a shadow materialized before the God of Death. From this void emerged seven figures, their forms kneeling reverently before Mortis, their creator.

"My children…" Mortis muttered, his voice carrying a strange mixture of pride and detachment.

The seven figures knelt lower, their shadows coalescing into distinct shapes.

"The demon race... That is your kind," he declared, his tone resolute. He gestured to each one in turn, naming them with authority. "Your names shall be Asmodeus, Ashiel, Arial, Mino, Espiri, Zarvok, and Vaelzar. Do not forget who I am."

Mortis raised his hand, and the shadows of his creations expanded, emitting an oppressive dark energy. From this energy, a legion was born—seven hundred thousand demons, each a reflection of their progenitors.

"These are your lineages," Mortis proclaimed. "You are the leaders of your kind, the firstborn of the demon race. You shall now be known as the Primordial Demons."

"Asmodeus," Mortis called, singling out one of the seven.

"Yes, my lord," Asmodeus responded, his tone unwavering.

"Take care of the world and the demon continent. Ensure that the balance of death is maintained."

"As you wish," Asmodeus replied before vanishing into the shadows.

Mortis sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. He turned and walked to the edge of the universal bounds, a place where countless multiverses converged. Waiting for him was a familiar figure adorned with a ring-like golden crown—Luxiel.

"Why have you called me here, Luxiel?" Mortis asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

"I simply wish to duel," Luxiel replied, a faint, almost mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Mortis narrowed his eyes. Something was off. Luxiel's behavior was uncharacteristic, and more importantly, his once-yellow eyes now glowed an unsettling blue.

"So, you've received powers from the gods?" Mortis asked, his tone cold.

"Bingo," Luxiel replied, his smile widening.

Mortis scoffed. "You've learned nothing, have you?"

Mortis knew all too well that the so-called powers granted by the Five Pillars of Creation were a double-edged sword. They were not blessings but burdens, designed to ensnare their wielders.

"The powers from the Five Pillars are nothing but a trap," Mortis said, his voice filled with disdain. "They're a bluff, a lie. True strength comes from within, not from some external authority."

Luxiel's smile faltered for a moment. "And what would you know of true power?" he retorted.

Mortis raised his scythe, its deadly aura intensifying. "Let me show you."

*

Without warning, Mortis charged at Luxiel with blinding speed. Luxiel barely managed to dodge, but the scythe's edge grazed his side, sending him stumbling backward.

"Crap," Luxiel muttered, drawing Excalibur. Its radiant blade clashed with Hades, the impact sending shockwaves rippling across the omniverse.

"Your so-called power is nothing but a façade," Mortis growled, his strikes relentless. "Wake up, Luxiel! The Five Pillars didn't create us. They're using you!"

Luxiel gritted his teeth, his blue eyes glowing brighter. "You talk too much, Mortis."

He raised Excalibur high, drawing a circle in the air. Mortis's eyes widened in realization.

"Wait—!"

"This is my own power: Excalibur Blast!" Luxiel shouted.

A massive beam of energy erupted from Excalibur, tearing through the fabric of the omniverse. Entire universes quaked under its might. But Mortis was prepared.

With a swift motion, he swung Hades, absorbing the devastating beam into the scythe's void-like blade.

"This is the power of the Death Commandment!" Mortis exclaimed, his voice echoing triumphantly.

Luxiel's pride shattered. With a swift flap of his wings, he lunged at Mortis, their weapons clashing again and again. Each strike sent shockwaves that rippled across countless dimensions, shaking the very foundations of existence.

*

The duel raged on for what felt like an eternity. Neither Mortis nor Luxiel backed down, their powers clashing with such intensity that even the Five Pillars dared not intervene. The omniverse itself seemed to hold its breath as the two titans battled.

As the fight wore on, Luxiel began to falter. "I'm... losing my strength," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Mortis smirked. "I warned you. Those powers were never meant to last. They'll destroy you from within."

Luxiel's blue eyes began to fade, replaced once more by their original yellow hue. Realization dawned upon him, and with it came regret.

"You're right," Luxiel murmured, collapsing to his knees. "The Five Pillars… they never created us."

Mortis staggered, his own energy depleted. "I've used too much power…" he muttered, his vision blurring.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in their minds, a presence so vast and incomprehensible that it dwarfed even the Five Pillars.

Rise, my children.

Both Mortis and Luxiel froze. This was no ordinary voice. This was the Will of God, a force beyond creation itself.

Luxiel's eyes glowed blue once more, but this time, the energy felt pure, untainted. Mortis's irises turned a deep sea-blue, his scythe pulsating with newfound power.

In that moment, they understood. The Will of God had chosen them, entrusting them with a fragment of its boundless strength.

With renewed vigor, the two charged at each other, their weapons clashing with unparalleled force. The shockwaves from their battle shattered countless universes, their raw power shaking even the most distant corners of the omniverse.

*

The battle lasted for what felt like millennia. In the human realm, 20,000 years passed, but in the heavenly realm, it was merely 200 days. By the end, the omniverse was in ruins, countless universes reduced to dust.

Even though they have powers to alter fate itself. They can't do it to each other. Because both of them are nearly omnipotent.

Finally, both Mortis and Luxiel collapsed, their energy completely spent.

"We're… evenly matched," Mortis admitted, his voice barely audible.

Luxiel nodded weakly. "It seems… we've both lost."

As their forms began to fade, they exchanged one final glance. They knew this was not the end.

They charge at each other for one last time and punched straight into each other face. That punch put shockwave through across all dimensions in the Omniverse.

That punch indicated that this fight have only losers. Losing meaning humiliation in gods realm. If they lose, they would be forced to reincarnate. That's the rule.

Mortis and Luxiel both knew it. They know that they would return, reincarnated into a single being, their destinies forever intertwined.

And so, the two gods disappeared from the omniverse, leaving behind a legacy of destruction and the promise of rebirth.

To be continued...