Mahoraga in Lord of the Mysteries

*Crack*

With a flick of his wrist, Mahoraga broke the barrier protecting Earth. With his other hand, he reached out to the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Ripping her form off the moon, he threw her to the Earth, and simply waited.

As her madness devoured the life and Beyonder characteristics on the planet's surface, something connected between her existence and what was sealed within the deepest depths of the Earth.

In the unfathomable depths of existence, beyond the grasp of human comprehension, the cosmos trembled as the Original Creator stirred from "His" aeonic slumber. This primordial being, an amalgamation of all contradictions; light and darkness, creation and destruction, male and female, began to awaken, setting into motion an irreversible chain of events.

As "His" consciousness expanded, the very fabric of reality quivered. The Great Old Ones, those ancient deities scattered across the vastness of the universe, felt an insistent pull, an undeniable summons drawing them toward the epicentre of all creation.

The True Gods, embodiments of myriad concepts and forces, found their essences irresistibly attracted, converging toward the source of their own genesis.

On Earth, a planet teeming with life and mystery, Beyonders; individuals who had transcended the mundane through esoteric means, experienced an overwhelming resonance within their beings.

The Beyonder Characteristics they harboured vibrated in harmony with the awakening force, compelling them toward unification. In an event beyond mortal understanding, all these entities; the Great Old Ones, True Gods, and Beyonders, were inexorably drawn into the Original Creator's essence. Their distinct existences merged, dissolving into "His" boundless being, as if they were mere fragments returning to their primordial whole.

Simultaneously, Earth began to disintegrate, its matter unravelling into the void. The planet's destruction was but a prelude to a more profound dissolution. The endless cosmos, with its myriad galaxies, stars, and planets, started collapsing inward, each particle and wave converging toward the singularity that was the Original Creator.

In this cataclysmic convergence, time and space lost all meaning. The boundaries between past, present, and future blurred, folding into a singular moment of absolute unity. The very laws of physics and metaphysics bent and shattered, unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the Original Creator's reawakening.

As the final remnants of the cosmos were absorbed, a profound silence ensued; a void pregnant with potential, a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of a new creation.

In this silence, the essence of the Original Creator pulsed, containing within Him the totality of existence, ready to birth a new reality from the ashes of the old. Thus, in a manner beyond human imagination, the cycle of creation and destruction reached its zenith, heralding the dawn of an existence yet to be conceived.

In the boundless expanse of the cosmos, where time and space intertwine in an eternal dance, the Original Creator stirred from His profound slumber. This primordial being, an embodiment of all contradictions; light and darkness, creation and destruction, male and female, opened His eyes, which shimmered with the weight of infinite lifetimes. A deep sigh resonated through the void, echoing with regret and an insatiable longing.

As He awakened, the very fabric of reality began to unravel. Yet, within this monumental convergence, the Original Creator felt a profound isolation. His existence was a paradox: the source of all that is, yet cursed to obliterate His creations upon awakening, forever denied the experience of their beauty and complexity. As He contemplated this eternal solitude, a sudden, unexpected voice pierced the silence of the void.

"Finally! A worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!"

The words shattered the stillness, reverberating through the emptiness. The Original Creator's gaze shifted, traversing the infinite expanse instantaneously, to behold a diminutive figure radiating an intense, otherworldly energy.

This being, entirely white, possessed a robust, humanoid form. Feathered wings extended where eyes should have been, and an ornate, eight-handled helm adorned its head, spinning slowly with an enigmatic rhythm. From its knuckles, extended formidable swords, their blade exuding a radiant energy that seemed to pulse with life.

The Original Creator leaned closer, bringing this intriguing entity into clearer view. Despite His overwhelming presence, He remained silent, observing the first living being to stand before Him since time immemorial.

The creature met His gaze unflinchingly and spoke with a voice that resonated with unwavering confidence.

"What are you?"

"Me? I am Divine General Mahoraga!"

The declaration hung in the air, imbued with a sense of purpose and challenge. Mahoraga's presence was an anomaly, a being of immense power and mystery, existing beyond the known hierarchies of the cosmos. The Original Creator, for the first time, felt a flicker of curiosity and anticipation.

In this unprecedented encounter, the void seemed to hold its breath, as two titanic forces prepared to engage in a confrontation that transcended the boundaries of existence itself.

Thus, in the heart of the void, began a battle beyond human imagination, a clash that would redefine the very essence of creation and destruction.

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Note: Alright, this was a waste of a chapter… But I guess next chapter will have the fight…