Villain of my own novel



As soon as his "core" cracked, unrestrained and limitless power surged within him, but he didn't have enough to leisure to relive that feeling since he knew within in a matter of minutes, his existence would cease to exist.

But,

He now possessed the consciousness of his loved one and the will to live with her, hence he wasn't foolish enough to want to sacrifice himself to kill his enemy.

He had a plan.

A plan that would make it so that none were above him.

With that plan within his consciousness, Eshwar disappeared from the spot he stood, and reappeared somewhere that didn't exist within the universe nor did it follow the rules of the universe.

There was nothing in front of him, but he knew that what he was finding was within that nothingness.

There existed another lawless universe where his enemies, the gods, lived.

In his scribbling sketch-like form, Eshwar crouched mid-space as if peering at something small in front of him, as he stretched out his right index finger and pointed at nothing in front of him.

Before,

Something stopped his finger, which continued to push forward until everything around his finger began to ripple as if he had placed his finger on a calm ocean.

There wasn't enough time till he ceased to exist, so

Unceremoniously, Eshwar pressed forward until the point he pressed at cracked and created a small opening into which Eshwar disappeared before the crack was repaired.

Trapping him with his enemies.

No, that doesn't sound right;

Trapping his enemies with him.

Hmm, that's much better.

And soon, he arrived at a golden grass blanketed field that extended out far and wide, until there wasn't anything it could spread into, but even that seemed to be an illusion as the field continued to expand.

In front, welcoming him was an endless army of gods; each and everyone in that endless army had their faces masked by a golden veil which couldn't be peered into, no matter what.

'Luck!!' Eshwar roared within his consciousness as a violent and destructive tremor cruised throughout the space.

Feeling his raging emotions, the veil gained a glowing white eyes which held nothing in them, before an ominous grin crept up on the veils that had occupied each and every God's consciousness, which are said to be absolute consciousness' that could be peered by no power, ability, nor any kind of energy.

Well, the sight in front of him proved that belief wrong.

The veil was none other than the embodiment of Luck, the Divine Laws, itself.

'I don't have much time.....' Eshwar thought and decided to finish everything as fast as he can.

He waved his hand with clawed fingers, tearing apart the space around him and the endless army of gods; the torn space had taken a shape of a beast's claw swing. Through which stars which seemed have been sized to be mere meteorites fell out, onto the army of Gods.

It wasn't the stars, whose sizes have been shrunk, it was just that the his and the Gods' figures were exaggeratedly large.

The golden field didn't even flinch when the stars fell on it, as even the star's blazing glimmer didn't spread out enough to even dimly light the dark space where nothing except for the Gods and the golden field excluded enough light to make a few around them visible.

Eshwar was the only weird one in that space as he could clearly be seen even in that space which was dyed in true, pure darkness.

Noticing his attack did nothing to the golden field, Eshwar landed on it as he continued to summon stars to cull the numbers in the army of Gods.

A black inked spike protruded out his scribbles marred feet and pierced into the golden field; his actions seemed to have made no real significant sense, because nothing changed from it.

It seemed as if he was simply wasting time.

But,

No!

The golden veils on the Gods' faces slightly flinched. It was subtle enough to go unnoticed but, Eshwar, who was observing everything to find such a reaction, could easily spot it.

A scribbling grin crept up his face as his dotted eyes glared at the army of golden sh*ts!

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

With a world shuddering boom, his body exploded into particles as a massive pillar of blazing lightning descended on his figure.

Sea of crimson flames set the golden field ablaze, before a literal sea manifested into reality out of nowhere. The endless sea drown the golden field which continued to burn in crimson hellish flames.

The sea turned green as extreme poison merged with it, amplifying the deadliness of the flames and the sea's pressure. All-while the pillar of lightning continued to descend upon the field.

Reality defying magic spells formed from millions of magic circles were thrown at the spot where Eshwar's scribbling figure was last seen.

The figures of the Gods multiplied in numbers, their divinity surged far greater than what they had been housing in their existences, their godly abilities were amplified and multiplied in efficiency and proficiency in a matter of seconds.

Stars sized weapons, of all kinds, of light and darkness occupied the space, magnified figures of Gods, warships, armoured puppets, ghastly figures, supernatural and mythical being from legends passed down in the Mortal worlds, alternate space species, their technology and weapons, everything that was beyond worldly and unworldly existences and weapons were brought into existence in that space which was crowded by such things.

The golden veil flickered subtly and everything brought into existence was launched at the golden field which turned pure white for a split second, right before the same darkness that occupied that whole space, dyed the previously golden field in itself.

The Divine Laws or Luck thought that its attack was too absurd hence the space lost and regained its colour at the same time. Of course, its thoughts were true.

But,

Only to a certain point.

The golden veil suddenly lost its control over the army of Gods, who had lost all of their divinity, due to using a summoning technique that was considered a taboo, by the one controlling them, since it was none other than the rule creator that had broken the rule, the consequences shouldn't be that dire, except for a few millions of universes ceasing to exist.

Hence, Luck or the embodiment of the Divine Laws was confused as to what had happened.

It began to ponder and wonder if the attack was simply that strong, as it had never tried to estimate the damage its ultimate attack caused.

Within that space which housed nothingness, a golden figure was seen floating. It was none other than the Divine Laws which was the only survivor of its earlier attack.