The Celestial Sphere stood as the absolute crown of creation, a realm of pure divinity that existed far above the reach of space and time. It was the highest plane, a holy casing that held within it an immeasurable number of other spheres.
These were not the common dimensions of man or spirit; they were celestial realms, holy and untouchable, each nested within the Great Sphere like jewels in a king's vault.
To look downward from this height was to see the true order of the universe. Far beneath the brilliance of the Celestial Sphere lay Mortvold, the middle ground of existence. And further still, far below the weight of Mortvold, sat the Twelve Dimensions, the lower rungs of reality where the laws of physics and the lives of mortals , gods and immortal beings played out.
The Celestial Sphere covered them all, but it remained separate, a kingdom of light that did not mingle with the lower worlds.
At the threshold of this high realm stood the Holy Gatekeeper. An angel of immense power, he guarded the entrance with six long, shimmering wings that seemed to touch the very edges of infinity.
As the gates opened, the interior revealed a world teeming with Angels, their voices a constant harmony that vibrated through the crystalline air.
Erebus stepped into the expanse, his dark presence like an ink drop in a sea of light. He looked upon the River of Eternity, a flowing torrent of liquid crystal that snaked through the Celestial Sphere. This river was the bridge between the holy spheres, connecting every hidden realm within the grand structure. It was a masterpiece of divine power, a sight that even the dark heart of Erebus had to acknowledge.
A moment later, the atmosphere shifted as Helios arrived.
His golden aura didn't just shine; it commanded the space around him. He walked with a heavy heart, bearing the crushing weight of his brother's hatred, yet he remained an unshakable pillar of solar grace.
"Erebus!" Helios's voice resonated through the infinite halls. Their eyes met—a clash of a dying star and an endless void. "You can still stop this madness. We are brothers, born of the same light, not enemies meant for destruction."
Erebus sneered, his voice dripping with centuries of bitterness. "Brothers? Do not speak to me of brotherhood, Helios! You were born into the Creator's favor, given the freedom to walk these holy halls while I was denied. You were given the love I was refused. Today, I do not just fight you, I take back the legacy that should have been mine!"
Before the brothers could unleash their fury, Seraphael, the six-winged herald of the high heavens, appeared before them. His wings wrapped around his body like a shroud of burning silk.
"The duel shall be held within the Smallest Sphere," Seraphael declared, his voice a tremor in the fabric of the high heavens.
He led them toward a tiny, flickering mote of light nestled deep within the Celestial Sphere. From a distance, this sphere appeared as nothing more than a grain of dust,a microscopic point. Yet, as they drew closer, the reality of the divine became clear. The "small" sphere expanded with a roar of energy, growing until it was so titanically huge it could have covered the Twelve Dimensions over and over again without even reaching its limit.
The Eternity Arena
They stepped past the boundary of the orb and entered the Eternity Arena.
This was a place where the rules of the lower worlds were forgotten. The ground was made of living stardust, and the very air was a medium that bent to the will of the combatants.
"This would be your arena," Seraphael's voice echoed through the vastness. "It bends to the will of those who fight. Have your fill of war here."
The silence that followed was the heaviest in the history of the spheres. Two gods stood ready to tear apart the fabric of this holy world to prove who truly deserved the Creator's light.
"You intend to carry on with this madness?" Helios pleaded.
The brothers stood at opposite poles of the Eternity Arena, a space so vast it defied the concept of size. Their energies clashed in the center, creating a storm of static Dio that scorched the living stardust beneath their feet.
"You will regret this, Erebus," Helios said, his voice trembling with a grief that could shatter mountains. "I never wanted this fight Erebus, the creator doesn't want this , we are both seen as equals with different roles"
"And I never wanted to be second!" Erebus roared. His voice was a tectonic shift, a sound that ripped through the silence of the high heavens. He didn't just move; he exploded forward, a streak of absolute darkness.
Their collision was a thunderous eruption that sent shockwaves through the sphere. Erebus swung with fists crackling with dark, chaotic energy. Helios deflected the blow with a shimmering shield of solar light, the impact sounding like the death of a sun.
They traded blows with speed that pushed the boundaries of the immeasurable. Space itself groaned as Erebus landed a kick that sent Helios flying backward across light-years of distance. Instantly, Erebus bypassed the concept of travel, appearing behind Helios to strike again. Helios spun in mid-air, returning a punch that sent Erebus hurtling into the arena's edge.
Erebus smirked, wiping a drop of dark essence from his lip. "Is that all, brother?"
With a violent wave of his hand, Erebus reached into the void and conjured a vortex. He pulled a massive, ancient planet from a distant sphere and hurled it toward Helios with devastating force. Helios didn't flinch. He raised a single finger, unleashing a high-intensity beam of atomic light. The beam sliced through the planet as if it were parchment, splitting the world in two. Before the pieces could drift, Erebus absorbed the molten remnants into his vortex, fueling his dark aura.
"You'll have to try harder," Erebus taunted.
Helios straightened, his golden aura expanding until it touched the sky. He raised both hands, summoning an army of godlike beings from the pure light. "Fight with honor!" he commanded.
Erebus countered by tearing a hole in reality itself, creating Voidworms,monstrous, shifting creatures that erased everything they touched. The two armies collided in a storm of total annihilation, each side canceling the other out until nothing but ash and light remained.
Breaking the Boundaries
The brothers charged once more, their fists colliding with enough force to restart time. The ground beneath them cracked—[CRACK]. The shockwaves were so powerful that for a brief, terrifying moment, it looked as though the entire arena might collapse into Mortvold. But the Celestial Sphere's power was absolute; the cracks were repaired instantly, the stardust knitting itself back together before the echo of the strike had even died.
Helios rushed in, channeling every ounce of his Dio energy into his palm. He struck the ground, sending a wave of golden force toward Erebus. The punch was so strong it nearly bypassed the arena's boundaries, threatening to leak into the spheres below. Erebus dodged, but the pressure sent him crashing into the stardust.
The cracks appeared for mere seconds, then vanished—like they had never existed.
Erebus rose, his eyes burning with a murderous light. He was no longer fighting for a throne; he was fighting to kill. His next attack was a distortion of reality. He struck through the dimensions within the arena, his punch landing before the initial motion had even finished. It was an unavoidable, absolute strike. Helios's Future Self manifested in that micro-second, sacrificing his own timeline to block the attack and prevent Helios's total erasure.
"Back down, brother!" Helios shouted, his voice echoing through the vastness. "Fighting among ourselves is insane! It's not too late!"
Erebus ignored him. He raised his arms, creating what he called the Almighty Hands,a colossal, terrifying statue made of pure, dark Dio energy. Trillions upon trillions of hands extended from the statue, each palm large enough to obliterate entire universes with a single swipe.
Helios met the horror with his own divine light. He created trillions of clones of himself, each wielding the full power of a sun, each one as large as the palms of the statue. The clones multiplied endlessly, matching every hand as they clashed in the air. The resulting shockwave was so violent it nearly brought the arena down, but yet again, the Sphere repaired itself in the blink of an eye.
"Tired already? Father would forgive you!" Helios begged.
"I don't need forgiveness! I need to eradicate you!" Erebus shouted, his voice breaking with agony. "Father never showed me the love he gave you! I tried everything just to make him look at me! Every time I see you together, it burns! I feel a fire inside me that won't go out!"
Erebus blurred the geometry of the arena, striking Helios from a thousand angles at once. He punched beyond the future, breaking through limitless boundaries and traversing multiple dimensions simultaneously. The blow shattered Helios's ethereal defense, nearly erasing his holy body.
The battle reached a fever pitch. Seeing he could not win by force alone, Erebus attempted the unthinkable. He began to forge the Omni Slayer—a weapon designed to end the Creator and all of his works, a weapon the creator had created himself and gifted to azreal for him alone could wield"
But the weapon was an abomination. As Erebus poured his essence into the blade, the strain on his existence became too much. The blade did not serve him; it consumed him. The weapon absorbed his Dio, his soul, and his very name, erasing him from the tapestry of life. In an instant, Erebus was gone. All that remained was the blade, floating in the center of the arena, glowing with a cold, infinite power.
The fight was over. The afterimages of the brothers lingered in a phantom duel for one final second, then vanished.
"Erebus…" Helios whispered, falling to his knees in the silent stardust.
The angel Seraphael voice returned, heavy and final.
"EREBUS'S FATE WAS OF HIS OWN MAKING. THERE WILL BE NO RESTORATION. HIS ESSENCE NOW RESIDES WITHIN THE OMNI SLAYER—A REMINDER OF THE COST OF ENVY."
Helios begged for mercy, but the Creator's word was law. With a heart full of sorrow, Helios took the glowing blade and cast it into the void. It drifted past Mortvold, past the Twelve Dimension, until it landed on a forgotten world.
The fallout was catastrophic. The sacred decree had been violated by Aurora and Aion, and they were erased as they've accepted their punishment. The balance was broken.
Within the Twelve Dimensions, order faltered. But then, Hermes, Erebus's second son, rose to the challenge. He claimed his father's fractured throne, taking dominion over the dark half of the realm. Side by side with his siblings, he began the long work of governing the dimensions, ushering in a new chapter of uncertainty and power.