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Kaelthar sat alone in the Gremory estate's garden long after nightfall, the moonlight soft against his skin. Rias had fallen asleep earlier, still comforted by his words, but his mind had not quieted. The presence he sensed earlier… it wasn't fading anymore.
It was calling.
Not in sound, not in magic, but in a deep, ancient resonance that stirred the very foundation of his being.
He closed his eyes.
And reached.
Not with touch, not with sorcery—those things were far too small—but with the essence that existed before magic had a name. Through the fabric of dimensions… across the rivers of reality… past galaxies, universes, and the cosmic walls that separated one multiverse from another.
Until—
He found her.
Or rather… he found where she slept.
Far beyond any structured cosmos, in a place where the rules of existence had no authority, a lone figure drifted in quiet, dreamless slumber. Massive. Boundless. Curled within a cocoon of shadowy mist that pulsed with ancient, forgotten energy.
Like a sleeping storm.
Like the night before creation.
Kaelthar breathed out slowly. "So you really haven't changed, huh…?"
He reached toward her presence gently—like tapping a sleeping dragon's snout.
A faint ripple answered him.
Instinct, pure and overwhelming. A reflexive response from an entity whose dreams could erase civilizations.
He stopped immediately.
Even he wouldn't risk waking her by accident.
And then he did something extremely uncharacteristic:
He smiled.
A quiet, knowing smile that carried centuries of memory behind it.
Because if she woke up… the entire multiverse would feel it.
And everything would change again.
He chuckled softly. "Of course you're still asleep. And of course you're still dangerous."
His gaze softened, warmth flickering across his eyes.
"It's been too long… Nyxara."
The name echoed through realities like a whisper across eternity.
And suddenly—
A memory resurfaced.
Not from this universe.Not from any universe.
But from the time before universes existed.
Flashback — Before Time, Before Light
There was no sky.No land.No matter.
Just a vast, infinite emptiness—the Primordial Expanse, where silence had no meaning because sound had not yet been invented.
And in that emptiness, two beings drifted side by side.
One was Kaelthar.
Not in humanoid form, but in his true shape—a colossal dragon, scales shimmering like cosmic dusk, wings folded but infinite, eyes burning with the first spark of intelligence the void had ever seen.
Beside him floated a small figure—though "small" meant nothing here. A woman-shaped being woven from pure shadow, her hair drifting like liquid night, her eyes bright violet slits against the darkness.
Nyxara.The Sleepless Night.The Abyss-That-Smiles.
Older than sound.Older than color.Older even than emotion.
If Kaelthar was the spark of creation, she was the comfort of endless nothingness.
Ahead of them in the emptiness, a gathering of immense, overwhelming presences began to take shape. Massive silhouettes—dragons, giants, luminous cores of light, and shifting masses of energy—Kaelthar's siblings.
The Primordials.The Firstborn.
And in front of them was something that did not yet exist.
Something Kaelthar was building.
Not with hands.Not with tools.
But with intention.
Across the emptiness, swirling shapes took form—currents of raw concept, swirling like molten reality. Geometry that didn't exist yet flickered in and out of place. The framework of existence itself began to crystallize from nothing.
Light.Matter.Time.Space.
Kaelthar worked, directing the flows, weaving the laws, molding the first blueprint of all things.
Nyxara watched for a long moment.
Then—flat, unimpressed—she spoke.
"Why are you doing all that?"
Her voice echoed strangely, because vibration itself wasn't invented yet.
Kaelthar's enormous head turned slightly, one cosmic eye regarding her.
"You ask that every time."
"And your answer is always vague." Nyxara drifted lazily, arms folded. "You're pulling threads from nothing, shaping something that has never existed, and for what? Entertainment?"
Kaelthar rumbled a deep laugh, the first sound to ever exist.
"No. For life."
Nyxara blinked slowly. "Life is… noisy."
"You say that as if noise is bad."
"It is." She tilted her head. "Nothingness is peaceful."
"You like sleeping."
"That's different."
Kaelthar smirked—or the dragon equivalent of one. "I want something more than silence."
"I don't." Nyxara floated closer, nudging one of the newly forming laws of physics with her foot. The rule wobbled like jelly. "This is unnecessary. Why create structures? Why limit anything with rules? Why not leave everything as it is?"
"Because chaos with purpose becomes creation." Kaelthar shaped a star and let it melt back into the void. "And creation becomes meaning."
Nyxara scoffed. "Meaning is an illusion. Nothingness is eternal."
"And yet," Kaelthar said gently, "you stay beside me."
She paused.
Then shrugged. "You're the only one awake who isn't unbearable."
Kaelthar snorted, amused.
The Primordials behind them stirred, their voices rumbling like pre-existence thunder. Creation was coming. Reality was forming. Concepts were being born. He and his siblings would breathe structure into the emptiness.
And Nyxara… simply hovered, watching without interest.
"Are you going to help?" Kaelthar asked.
"No."
"Are you at least going to stay awake?"
"No."
"Then why are you here?"
Nyxara yawned—a yawn that rippled through the void. "Because you're here."
Kaelthar's massive eyes softened.
Even back then, she was like this.
A being who preferred silence but followed him anyway.A creature who could erase a universe with a thought but slept instead.
And someone who, without ever admitting it, didn't want to drift alone.
Back to the Present
Kaelthar opened his eyes again.
The night sky of the Gremory estate looked so tiny compared to what he had just seen.
Nyxara… sleeping.Nyxara… alive.
"Still the same as always," he murmured, voice warm with old familiarity.
Rias stepped outside, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Kael… you're still awake?"
He turned, the remnants of cosmic nostalgia softening instantly.
"Yeah," he said gently. "Just thinking."
She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "About that presence?"
"Something like that."
Rias rested her cheek against his chest. "Will it be a problem?"
Kaelthar looked toward the stars one last time.
"No," he whispered, smiling faintly. "Not yet. She's sleeping."
Rias blinked. "She?"
Kaelthar nodded.
"And when she wakes up?" she asked softly.
He chuckled low, stroking her hair.
"When she wakes up… the multiverse will feel it. But for now?"
He kissed her forehead.
"For now, we have peace."
But as he looked at the stars again, a nostalgic warmth flickered in his eyes.
"Sleep well, Nyxara," he murmured.
"Because when you wake up… everything begins again."
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