The thrones seemed to be waiting for their occupants, their presence felt despite being vacant.
An aura of ancient power lingered around them, as if they had once held the weight of mighty beings.
The stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, casting an ethereal glow on the thrones.
Around them stood beings draped in long, dark cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadows, reminiscent of judges' robes in a grand, cosmic courtroom.
They stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the thrones, as if awaiting a verdict that would shake the realms.
The beings in cloaks did not speak, not even moved as they patiently waited.
Then out of nowhere, a crack formed from above the space and a gigantic streak of lightning hit the planet, the blast sent shockwaves even damaging the seats they had, and a massive crater scarred the surface.
There was a lot of dust from the moon as it received the brunt of the impact.
One of them said, "Finally, it is here."
Another said, "The creature with no name."
And then the dust cleared, revealing a man with wild, snow-white hair that cascaded down his rugged, battle-scarred physique.
His body was a map of scars, testifying to countless battles, and his hands and legs were encased in heavy,
ancient-looking cuffs adorned with arcane symbols that seemed to pulse with dark energy.
Blood trickled from his wounds, and his eyes remained closed, as if waiting for something.
The man's chest heaved with labored breathing, and then, slowly, one eye opened, revealing a piercing blue iris that seemed to burn with an inner fire.
The observers trembled at the sight of that unyielding gaze.
The man's gaze swept across the observers, his blue eye seeming to bore into their very souls.
The beings in cloaks stood motionless, their faces hidden in the shadows, yet their collective unease was palpable.
The air was heavy with anticipation, as if the very fate of the universe hung in the balance.
The man took a step forward, his heavy cuffs scraping against the ground, and the sound echoed through the silence.
He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the crater and the devastation around him.
Then, his eye locked onto the thrones, and a flicker of recognition danced across his face.
The observers held their breath, sensing that the moment of truth was drawing near.
The voice boomed through the space, echoing off the crater's walls and resonating deep within the chests of the observers.
It was a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, a voice that carried the weight of divine authority.
The beings in cloaks bowed their heads, their faces still hidden in the shadows, as if acknowledging the voice's supreme power.
The man with the piercing blue eye stood tall, his gaze fixed intently on the thrones, as if awaiting the trial's commencement.
The air vibrated with anticipation, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble with expectation.
The voice spoke again, "The accused, known only by the name whispered in darkness, stands before us, bound.
The man's expression remained impassive, his eye betraying no interest or concern, as if he couldn't care less about the proceedings.
Dame Fate stepped forward, her voice dripping with an otherworldly authority as she cataloged the man's transgressions.
"Crimes against the cosmos, defilement of sacred oaths, and the unbridled destruction of entire realms," she recited, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The man's expression remained impassive, his piercing blue eye fixed on some distant point, as if the litany of charges held little significance for him.
Dame Fate's voice took on a note of gravity as she continued, "Death itself refuses to claim him, for even the Great Reaper fears his power."
The Daemon Lords, rulers of the realms of Chaos, had also declined to take him in, citing the potential for further destabilization of the already-turbulent planes.
The man's audacity knew no bounds, for he had shed the name given to him by the Mother of All Names.
And the last is a personal affront, one that cuts to the very fabric of existence – he dared defy myself.
Dame Fate's gaze seemed to burn with intensity as she pulled out a scroll, its parchment worn and adorned with ancient symbols that pulsed with dark energy.
The scroll unrolled with a soft rustle, revealing the edict of the Celestial Tribunal.
Dame Fate's conclusion was stark: "The only punishment fitting for such a creature is absolute and utter erasure – a complete annihilation of his essence,
leaving nothing but a void where once he stood."
The beings in cloaks stood motionless for a moment, and then, in unison, they spoke in hollow, echoing voices: "I."
The beings in cloaks stood motionless for a moment, and then, in unison, they spoke in hollow, echoing voices: "I."
Their collective affirmation hung in the air, a solemn and foreboding declaration of the man's fate.
Dame Fate's gaze fell upon the man, her eyes burning with an unyielding intensity.
The man's expression remained impassive, his piercing blue eye fixed on some distant point, as if the verdict held little significance for him.
The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was poised to unravel the man's existence.The beings in cloaks stood motionless for a moment, and then, in unison, they spoke in hollow, echoing voices: "I."
Their collective affirmation hung in the air, a solemn and foreboding declaration of the man's fate.
Dame Fate's gaze fell upon the man, her eyes burning with an unyielding intensity.
The man's expression remained impassive, his piercing blue eye fixed on some distant point, as if the verdict held little significance for him.
The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was poised to unravel the man's existence.
Their collective affirmation hung in the air, a solemn and foreboding declaration of the man's fate.
Dame Fate's gaze fell upon the man, her eyes burning with an unyielding intensity.
The man's expression remained impassive, his piercing blue eye fixed on some distant point, as if the verdict held little significance for him.
Dame Fate's voice rose, her words echoing through the crater: "Then with the full support of the Celestial Tribunal, I will call upon Truth to deliver punishment."
As she spoke, a swirling vortex of stars emerged in the vast expanse of space, drawing closer to the crater. The stars coalesced and took form, settling onto one of the empty thrones.
The being that sat upon the throne was a colossal entity, literally composed of stars that shimmered and burned with celestial fire. His form resembled a suit of armor, with stellar material forged into a magnificent and imposing structure. He was massive, easily fitting the planetary throne.
The star-being, Truth, gazed at the nameless creature. "By the order of the trial, I shall bring forth this annihilation," he said. "But I must ask, did you find what you were looking for? No, even after all that, you didn't acquire enough power. It's because you don't even know what you want – so typical."
The creature replied, "I have no reason left to exist. Just end me."
Truth lifted one finger lazily, and a single star detached from his finger, hitting the creature's head. The creature's head was pushed back.
Dame Fate looked up from filing her nails. "Why would you give such a thing a gift?"
Truth replied, "Even creatures should die being embraced by L." And it is his truth I have no right to keep it if he gets erased.
The nameless creature remained silent.
Truth continued, "For your atrocities, you are hereby eras—"
"I invoke my pardon!!!" the creature screamed.
Dame Fate chuckled. "No pardon can save you."
Truth said, "But one."
Dame Fate smiled. "But... don't tell me... no, that's impossible. How could he have gotten that pass?"
Truth answered truthfully, his gaze fixed hard on the nameless creature. "I care not about the possibility, but that he has it."
With a wave of his hand, Truth decreed, "Throw him in the River Kiko (The Source) so he can be expunged of his crimes."
And with that, Truth left shortly afterwards back to the starry sky
Dame Fate's eyes blazed with fury as she approached the nameless creature, her anger evident in every step.
Despite her rage, she was compelled to obey the dictates of the Celestial Tribunal, and with a swift motion, she grasped the creature's arm.
"You're a pitiful being, unworthy of existence," she spat, her words venomous.
The creature listened to her words, his expression unreadable.
"The River Kiko, The Source, will expunge your crimes, but at a price of penance. It will bring you to a different time, in a different body."
The creature's gaze met hers, and for a moment, a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.
"So, reincarnation," he chuckled.
Dame Fate's expression twisted in anger.
"I will make sure your journey will end as soon as I get the chance," she hissed.
With that, she transported them to the River Kiko, the creature still bound.
As they reached the river's edge, Dame Fate's grip on his arm tightened, and with a forceful motion, she propelled him forward.
The creature walked into the river, still bound, the swirling energies of the river enveloping him.
As he disappeared beneath the surface, Dame Fate's anger seemed to simmer, her eyes fixed on the spot where he had vanished.