THE REVEIVERSE
Chapter I: The Weight of Dominion
The air in Carel's chamber was thick with the residue of war—a metallic tang of blood and ozone clung to the stones. Carel, Lord of the Reveiverse, leaned against the obsidian throne, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm. His gaze was distant, fixed on the fractured skyline beyond the palace spires. King Saga, his most trusted advisor, stood before him, armor still dented from the last battle.
"You know we've tried countless times to bring them to our side," Carel muttered, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. "Yet they refuse reason."
Saga's jaw tightened. "I know, my lord. But we must try once more—before the Meeting of All. If they deny your sovereignty…" He hesitated, the unspoken threat hanging like a blade. "We'll have no choice but to eradicate them. They cannot be allowed to destabilize the Reveiverse further."
Carel exhaled, the weight of millennia pressing upon his shoulders. "Handle them as you see fit, Saga."
Saga's eyes widened. "Alone? I lack the strength for such a battle! Send Azarel—your War Assistant. She's—"
"No." Carel's interruption was final. "You know why Azarel cannot intervene."
A beat of silence. Then Saga bowed, resignation hardening his features. "As you command. But I'll need time."
"Take it," Carel said, waving a hand. "But return with results before the Meeting."
With a curt nod, Saga departed, his cloak swirling like a storm cloud.
Chapter II: The Crown of the Cronoverse
Far from the Reveiverse's turmoil, in the gilded halls of the Cronoverse, Queen Sted reclined on a divan, her laughter ringing like chimes. "A queen! Can you believe it, Krelious? Not just any ruler—the Queen of All Verses!" She twirled, her gown shimmering with starlight.
Krelious, her king and consort, watched her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You honor me, Sted. But declaring myself sovereign won't be met with applause. The other Verses will resist."
Sted scoffed, trailing a finger down his chest. "Let them try. We rule with iron. What can they do?"
Krelious caught her wrist, his grip gentle but firm. "Our people are gone, Sted. Only nineteen of us remain."
Her joy faltered. "Nineteen? You forgot—you stripped Nielan of his power. He's rotting in Hell by now."
"No." Krelious's voice dropped to a whisper. "My brother still breathes. And he's searching for a way back."
Sted's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Then let him come. Right now, all I care about is you." She pressed closer, her breath hot against his neck.
Krelious arched a brow. "I recall you saying I was 'too powerful'—that I nearly killed you. What changed?"
"Hmm." She nipped his earlobe. "Maybe I like living dangerously."
With a laugh, Krelious yielded, pulling her onto the silk-draped bed. *"Very well. But remember—gentle. The child mustn't be harmed."
"Liar," Sted purred. "You're just tired from fighting Nielan and the Void."
"Guilty." He grinned, flipping her beneath him. "But you asked for this."
Clothes vanished—hers torn away, his incinerated with a thought. Their coupling was a tempest of teeth and fire, the bedchamber echoing with gasps and the creak of ancient wood.
Chapter III: The Forgotten Threat
On a lifeless planet, the Void Creator stirred. Its form—a shifting mass of shadows—rippled with irritation. "Krelious has forgotten me," it mused, voice like cracking ice. "No matter. Nielan is the key."
It stretched tendrils across dimensions, probing the abyss. "To Hell, then. I'll drag Nielan back… and forge us both into weapons."
Chapter IV: Distractions and Omens
Back in the Cronoverse, Krelious paused mid-thrust, frowning. "Hmm. Am I forgetting something?"
Sted dug her nails into his back. "Shut up and fuck me harder."
He chuckled, dark and promising. "As my queen commands."
The chamber dissolved into moans and the scent of sweat—a king's respite before the storm.
Epilogue: The Gathering Storm
The threads of fate tightened.
Carel and Saga plotted their final gambit.
Sted and Krelious reveled in fleeting passion, blind to the Void's machinations.
Nielan, trapped in Hell, clenched his fists—waiting.
The Reveiverse trembled on the edge of a blade.
The War Rulers: The Destroyed Verses
A Tale of Redemption, Love, and Duty
Chapter v: The Aftermath of Forgiveness
The air was thick with the scent of magic and exhaustion as the four rulers stood amidst the ruins of the restored verses. The weight of their task—rebuilding two shattered realms and resurrecting the fallen—had drained them to their cores. Yet, gratitude lingered in their hearts.
Dainen, the Chief of Armies, wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed deeply. "I'm grateful that we were not sealed or killed... instead, we were forgiven." His voice carried the weariness of a leader who had borne too much.
Beside him, Deriss nodded, her silver eyes reflecting the fading light of the battlefield. "Yeah, that's true." Her tone was soft but firm, a quiet acknowledgment of their shared relief.
Lenon, ever pragmatic, stretched her arms and glanced toward the horizon. "I also... Now I think it's time to head back home. We're done with our task." Her words were a signal—their duty was fulfilled, but their journey was far from over.
Amiss, the swiftest among them, leaned heavily against a broken pillar, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "Restoring two verses and bringing back their dead... really wasn't easy at all. I'm exhausted." Her voice trembled, the toll of their labor evident in every syllable.
Dainen offered a tired smile. "Yeah, I feel you. I'm tired also. Alright, let's head back and give a report to the king."
But before they could take a step, Deriss held up a hand, her gaze sharpening with sudden intensity. "Hold up, Chief. Before we do that... I'd love to know who you prefer amongst us."
Silence fell.
Dainen blinked, caught off guard. "Hey, Deriss, please—what did you say?"
Deriss didn't waver. "Who would you marry amongst us three?"
The question hung in the air like a blade.
Chapter vi: The Weight of Hearts Unspoken
Dainen's shock was palpable. "Oh... so that's what you mean." He hesitated, his mind racing. "Well, to be honest, I'm not really ready for that. I have other things to do."
Amiss, who had been watching him closely, locked eyes with him. A flicker of hurt passed over her face. "Yeah, I know why you don't have time. It's because you don't love us."
The accusation stung.
Dainen hesitated again, then exhaled slowly. "Yes... it's true. I don't love any of you. I see you all more like close friends and family."
Deriss stiffened, her expression darkening. "Are you certain, Chief? You know we're allowed to reproduce now." Her voice was edged with frustration, a challenge in her tone.
Dainen could see they wouldn't relent. "Alright, let me ask you all this..."
Lenon, who had been silent until now, crossed her arms. "Alright, go ahead."
Deriss nodded in agreement, while Amiss simply said, "Alright, say it."
Dainen took a deep breath, steeling himself. "If you all are so desperate... would you then permit me to take you all as my wives?"
Chapter vii: A Proposal of Necessity
The reaction was immediate.
Deriss gasped, her cheeks flushing. But beneath the shock, a spark of hope ignited. "I was shocked by his words... but still, if I can be with him, then there's no problem." Without hesitation, she blurted, "Yes, Chief!"
Amiss, equally stunned, studied Dainen's face. She saw no deceit—only conflict. "I just wanted to be with him," she admitted softly. "Yes, Chief. I accept."
But Lenon shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. "To be honest, I was never interested in the Chief. I have another ruler on my mind. So... sorry, Chief. You can go ahead and be with the two of them."
Dainen nodded, relieved yet unsettled. The problem was solved—but not truly. He walked over to Deriss and Amiss, his voice low. "Are you both certain you want to be with me?" He almost hoped they'd say no.
Amiss saw through him. Her eyes narrowed. "Chief... why do you want to push us away? We already said we want you. What other answer could you possibly want?" Her voice trembled with sadness.
Dainen's resolve crumbled. "No, it's not that I don't want you both. I do. I'm just afraid... because I don't know how these things really work. And I'm afraid because I'm going to have a child—born directly from me—and I may not be there to watch them grow up. I have too much work as the Chief in charge of all our armies."
Deriss laughed suddenly, the tension breaking. "Are these your reasons, Chief?" She shook her head, amused. "Don't worry. We'll help you out. Right, Amiss?"
Amiss nodded firmly.
Lenon, watching the exchange, rolled her eyes. "Hey, lovers, let's head back home. I'm tired and drained."
Dainen chuckled, the weight lifting slightly. "True. Amiss, round up all our troops. Let's quickly head home."
Amiss saluted and took off, her wings carrying her swiftly across the field. Within moments, the army assembled before their Chief, their loyalty unwavering.
Dainen raised his hands, his voice resonating with power. "Alright, everyone—form up. I'm going to use a very strong spell that will teleport us directly back home."
The troops roared in unison: "Yes, Chief!"
With a deep breath, Dainen focused. The air crackled with energy as he summoned Vorki—a spell without limits, capable of taking them anywhere he could visualize.
And in an instant, they were gone.
Epilogue: The Journey Ahead
The war was over. The verses were restored. But for Dainen, Deriss, and Amiss, a new chapter had just begun—one of love, duty, and the unspoken fears of a leader torn between heart and crown.
And as the teleportation spell faded, the echoes of their choices lingered in the wind, whispering of battles yet to come—both on the battlefield and within their souls.
The End... or Just the Beginning?
NEXT CHAPTER✓
ACT 15: THE GATHERING STORMS.