There was no world.
No stars.
No sound.
Just Nyx, standing in the void.
Beside him, suspended in absolute silence, floated the immortal girl, her expression frozen between confusion and awe, her regenerative blood unable to comprehend a universe with no context to heal in. Next to her, the sister, the former Arch-Demon now in a shattered, quiet state fragments of her immense Will twitching like dying embers.
Everything else was gone.
Not destroyed.
Not broken.
Just… removed.
By Nyx.
And then something cracked.
Not reality.
Not space.
But the Narrative itself.
A golden tear split the blank canvas. Through it stepped a tall figure draped in glowing parchment robes. His skin was made of letters. His eyes flickered with quotation marks. Every time he breathed, dialogue appeared in the air.
"Well," said the God of the Narrative Bubble, arms open like a host returning to a ruined party.
"That was… entertaining."
Nyx didn't move.
The god walked in circles, gesturing to the nothingness around him.
"Tragedy, rebellion, sacrifice, cosmic escalation… you humans really know how to put on a show. And you…"
he pointed to Nyx,
"…you were supposed to be the wildcard. The chaos. The tragic twist before the curtains closed."
Nyx stared at him. Unmoving.
"You weren't meant to last this long. That power I gave you? That was a joke. A cheat code. Just a little dev command to spice things up."
He snapped his fingers.
Nothing happened.
He frowned.
"No reset? Hm. Maybe a little rewrite?"
He clapped his hands.
The void stayed.
He looked again at Nyx. Realization hit.
"You… kept the code. You permanently bound yourself to it."
Nyx finally spoke.
"You wrote the rules. But I was the loophole."
The God of the Narrative stepped back.
"You shouldn't exist. You're not bound to genre, structure, pacing not even causality. You're a permanent character in a temporary world."
Nyx raised a hand. The void twisted.
A floating text box appeared.
"And then they lost. All of them. Dead. Erased. The story ends here."
The God of the Narrative smiled smugly.
"There. The conclusion. My word is final."
Nyx pointed.
"And then they lost. All of them. Dead. Erased. The story ends here."
The words were crossed out.
Not deleted. Just… overruled.
And beneath the line, something new began writing itself.
"But Nyx didn't accept the ending. The girl, the sister, and the god watched as the final chapter began anew. And this time, it wouldn't be written by anyone else."
The god paled.
"You're rewriting the narrative layer…?"
Nyx nodded.
"I don't need to win. I just have to keep it going on my terms."
With that, the void bloomed into color. Mountains returned in reverse. Stars reassembled in the wrong order. Rivers ran with dialogue, and cities rose with themes.
But there were no rules now. No editor. No ending.
The sister began to breathe again. The immortal girl smiled for the first time in years.
The story didn't end.
It was just… erased from ending.