THE REVEIVERSE
The Weight of Dominion
Carel, ruler of the Reveiverse, sat slumped on his throne, his fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest. His eyes, tired but sharp, stared past the towering windows at the broken sky outside. The once-glorious spires of his palace now stood against a sky cracked like shattered glass, a reminder of battles lost and won.
Before him stood King Saga, his most loyal friend and advisor. Saga's armor was battered, dented from the last fight, and his face was lined with exhaustion. Yet his stance was firm, his voice steady as he spoke.
"We've tried everything to reason with them, my lord," Carel muttered, his voice rough like gravel. "But they refuse to listen."
Saga clenched his jaw. "I know, my lord. But we must try one last time—before the Meeting of All. If they still deny your rule…" He trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging between them. "We'll have no choice but to destroy them. They can't be allowed to weaken the Reveiverse any further."
Carel let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of centuries pressing down on him. "Do what you must, Saga."
Saga's eyes widened. "Alone? My lord, I don't have the strength for such a fight! Send Azarel—your War Assistant. She's—"
"No." Carel's voice was final, leaving no room for argument. "You know why Azarel cannot interfere."
A heavy silence filled the room. Then, with a stiff bow, Saga accepted his orders, though his face hardened with determination. "As you command. But I'll need time."
"Take it," Carel said, waving a hand dismissively. "But return with results before the Meeting."
Without another word, Saga turned and strode from the chamber, his dark cloak swirling behind him like a storm cloud.
The Crown of the Cronoverse
Far from the chaos of the Reveiverse, in the golden halls of the Cronoverse, Queen Sted lounged on a velvet divan, her laughter bright and carefree. "A queen!" she exclaimed, spinning in place, her gown shimmering like captured starlight. "Not just any ruler, Krelious—the Queen of All Verses! Can you believe it?"
Krelious, her king and husband, watched her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You honor me, Sted. But declaring myself sovereign won't be met with cheers. The other Verses will resist."
Sted rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. She traced a finger down his chest, her touch light but possessive. "Let them try. We rule with strength. What can they do?"
Krelious caught her wrist gently, his grip firm. "Our people are gone, Sted. Only nineteen of us remain."
Her smile faltered. "Nineteen? You forgot—you stripped Nielan of his power. He's rotting in Hell by now."
"No," Krelious murmured, his voice low. "My brother still lives. And he's searching for a way back."
Sted's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Then let him come. Right now, all I care about is you." She pressed herself against him, her breath warm against his neck.
Krelious arched an eyebrow. "I recall you saying I was 'too powerful'—that I nearly killed you. What changed?"
"Hmm," she purred, nipping at his ear. "Maybe I like living dangerously."
With a dark chuckle, Krelious gave in, pulling her onto the silk-covered bed. "Very well. But remember—gentle. The child mustn't be harmed."
"Liar," Sted teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're just tired from fighting Nielan and the Void."
"Guilty," he admitted, flipping her beneath him. "But you asked for this."
Clothes vanished—hers torn away in impatience, his burned to ashes with a mere thought. Their passion was fierce, a storm of teeth and fire, the room filled with gasps, laughter, and the creaking of the ancient bed.
The Forgotten Threat
On a dead planet, forgotten by time, something stirred in the darkness. The Void Creator, a shifting mass of shadows and whispers, pulsed with quiet anger.
"Krelious has forgotten me," it mused, its voice like cracking ice. "No matter. Nielan is the key."
It stretched its tendrils across the emptiness between worlds, searching, probing. "To Hell, then. I'll drag Nielan back… and forge us both into weapons."
Distractions and Omens
Back in the Cronoverse, Krelious paused mid-motion, frowning. "Hmm. Am I forgetting something?"
Sted dug her nails into his back, her voice breathless. "Shut up and fuck me harder."
He laughed, dark and promising. "As my queen commands."
The room dissolved into moans and the scent of sweat—a king's brief escape before the coming storm.
To Be Continued.