Shadow Prime

Anarchy reigned everywhere with all the death and destruction as worlds crumbled domains and systems shattered and stars were annihilated in this Apocalypse. Be it mortals or ghosts, immortals and demons, gods and devils non were spared, and they fell like flies as they were slaughtered in this catastrophic war that would end the cosmos.

The Divine world, a place that use to have the most beautiful skies, with the earth covered in lush greenery brimming with vitality as all the creatures roamed the land, swam in the seas and soared in the skies a true Paradise was now a dead land lacking any of its former glory.

There were no more blue skies and a grey smog covered the firmament, the now desolate lands were barren and covered in craters littered with mountains of corpses of different species with most not being whole and only having parts and pieces and rivers of blood flowed while chaotic streams and astral winds blew from massive spatial cracks that with the largest stretching for countless miles and the destroyed powers of heaven and earth continuously failed to heal these wounds due to the terrifying residual will that lingered.

A beautiful and Grand Divine palace stood in the void at the center separated from all the chaos and untainted by the filth of the outside world.

The Grand Hall of this palace. There were five people present with two men seated, a handsome middle aged man dressed in black clothes with serene appearance and a calm smile on his face sat on the throne at the head and the second slightly lower to his side with a sword in his arms its hilt resting on his shoulder his head lowered slightly with his eyes shut resting silently seeming to merge into the shadow of the middle aged man on the throne, while the other three; two men and one woman stood accros the hall facing them.

Of the two men one wore a complete dazzling Golden armor standing gallant like a Divine war god giving off a violent aura of destruction, as if his very presence would destroy existence itself while the other wore black and white dressed like a gentle immortal scholar and gave off an unfathomable unpredictable and illusory air.

Beside them stood an extremely beautiful woman that wore a dress that shone whiter than snow as if made of the purest white light radiating a Holy and pure aura of life, like a Divine celestial maiden untainted by the dust of mortals.

"Mors, are you really going to just sit there and do nothing but quietly watch all this." The vibrant woman stepped forward and complained in her beautiful voice to the handsome middle aged man seated on the throne.

"Sigh, we've had this same conversation countless times already, and I'm going to repeat the same thing I've always said again. There's nothing for me to do." The middle aged man sighed exasperatedly.

"Don't you even care that so many children have already died to this senseless destruction!?" She yelled in complaint.

"I'm the Overgod of Death Vita. What does it matter to me how many people die or are upset from too many deaths? It's part of my job not to care how many die, as long as people die my purpose is fulfilled. There can never be too many deaths." Mors waved lazily at the lady.

"I know you're the Overgod of Death, but this is a little too much even for you right!?" She yelled again in frustration.

Mors frowned slightly. "Can you calm down and stop being so loud?"

But this only seemed to provoke her more. "No I can't. How can you even say that how can you expect me to calm down while my children are getting slaughtered!?" She yelled.

Mors shook his head dismissively while placing a finger to his forehead "Will you please stop yelling? You're the Overgod of life for heaven sake, and even though you consider all creation your children you watch them kill each other every day, so what difference does it make if someone else kills them a little faster than usually, I mean you don't hear me complaining."

This response however displeased her even more. "If they kill themselves when they're competing then fine, but I don't want outsiders doing that, now do something!." she yelled even louder causing the palace to shake.

Mors massaged his temples groaning. "Seriously stop yelling, I don't even know why you keep bugging me with this annoying conversation. Why don't you go bother the others instead they don't seem to be doing anything important just go nag at them."

He was already getting a headache from this particular topic.

"Humph, of course I already tried talking to them but Fate only ever says 'it's fate,' leave it up to fate' and Eversor's even worse he directly made his move but only ended up causing even more destruction than necessary while still failing to accomplish anything, It's really annoying so do something and make them stop killing my children!." By this point her voice was so loud it caused even the void to vibrate.

Mors stood from his seat an walked past her and the other two Overgods. "Alright alright, just please stop yelling. jeez, You women are so unreasonable when you want something." He grumbled under his breath as he stopped at the center of the hall.

Somewhere an unknown number of lightyears away peering through space, there was a great war taking place presenting a scene of soldier versus soldier, General versus General and Battleship versus Battleship. It was a truly grand sight a true Battle between immortals as Divine abilities and colorful explosions crisscrossed covering the void firmament. However if one was to look closely they would notice that it was a complete one sided massacre as one side completely suppressed their opponents who suffered one casualty after another and even though they fought back frantically their morale had already collapsed and as more fell they fell into despair.

Not too far behind the rapidly advancing invaders a Majestic man stood in the void, fully dressed in white he gave off a sacred yet domineering aura as he overlooked the event like a spectator.

However, everyone participating in this battle knew he was no spectator he was the leader of the invaders.

He had been watching quietly when suddenly the void space in front of him rippled slightly and a lifelike middle aged man image condensed in front of him.

"Hello young man." Mors voiced with a gentle smile as his image completely took form.

"Who're you?" he said not turning his indifferent gaze from the Battle.

"My name is Mors. I'm the Overgod of Death." Mors said unhurriedly not minding his indifference.

"Oh, another Overgod, and what pray tell do you want?" He said almost absentmindedly.

"Well you see young man, the thing is this whole parade of yours has really upset someone with the incessant killing, So I'm here to ask that you to please stop." Mors smiled calmly.

"Oh, I upset someone? But I've already upset a lot of people with my little conquest here so it doesn't really make a difference to me. Then again aren't you the Overgod of Death, what does it matter to you how many people I kill and upset?" he turned over to Mors before returning his gaze to the battlefield.

Mors shook his head smiling wryly. "That's what I said. Alas she won't stop yelling unless I move, and even though I have no problem with your work since she does and doesn't welcome you I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to kindly pack up your whole business and leave."

The white clad man chuckled softly. "How Foolish, truly foolish." his gaze suddenly sharpened as his eyes locked onto Mors.

"Hmph, Who do you think you are to think you can show up and tell me what to do? You expect me to leave just because you feel like it just because you're an Overgod?"

"Even the Overgods from my universe dare not make demands of me and they kneel in my presence. Yet not only do you speak to me without kneeling, you even dare make demands of me with such a stupid excuse? Such insolence!" He harrumphed coldly.

"Be careful with your words young man, remember who you're speaking with. I like to consider myself a rather flexible Deity and most of the time I let a lot of things slide, but one thing I cannot and will not tolerate is the callous arrogance of fools who do not give me the basic respect I am due"

"Just because I have no problems about your assault on my world doesn't mean I'll accept disrespect." Mors said emotionlessly.

The man laughed uproariously as if he had just heard the worlds funniest joke "Disrespect? Do you know who I am, do you know who you're talking to?" The man spok mirth and disdain plain in his eyes.

"I am the Sacred creator, even Overgods kneel in my presence, and you dare talk to me about respect ha ha, laughable"

"Soon after I have conquered this world you and all in this world will also fall to your knees at my feet answering to my every beck and call you foolish Overgod." He said condescendingly his face dark.

Mors sighed shaking his head in abject disappointment "Sigh, You really should learn about respect."

"Hmph..!" with a wave of his hand he directly sent an imperceptible energy wave that destroyed the image projection that stood before him.

Back at the Divine palace, Mors shook his head sighing pitifully then turned returning to his throne.

"Sigh I've done my best. It truly is a shame though."

As if knowing something terrible was coming the others stepped back out of his way as he passed between them. They knew how seriously Mors took his respect, he was the most easy going among them and tolerated almost everything like a kind elder, however there was only one thing that he never tolerated and that was disrespect.

The three of them shared a look, then Vita said softly. "Now what?" and just like they thought, even though they had expected it his next words made them shudder.

Mors responded as he walked. "Now well that's easy. Little cub!"

"I've suddenly grown bored of this little charade, put an end to it will you and make it disappear, I don't want to see another outsider." Mors said.

As soon as his words concluded, the man that had been seated time resting all this time opened his eyes. "Yes Sir."

Standing and stepping out of the shadows, he raised his sword to his shoulder and walked past the Overgods with soft yet firm steps exiting the hall under their gazes.

Vita turned back to Mors as he retook his seat. "Isn't that too much?"

"Didn't you want me to do something?"

"Well yes, but did you have to send him?" Her voice quivered, a hint of fear flickered in her eyes.

"I already said it earlier, there's never too much. Anyone that lacks and refuses to learn respect is scum and such trash should be destroyed" Mors added indifferently.

At this she fell silent. she knew he wasn't going to change his mind no matter what she said, even though she was the reason he even bothered to move from his comfort zone, now he had been offended and there was only one consequence for that.

The mysterious scholars voice rang at this time. "Heralds of a new era."

As the words left his lips, the man stepped out of the palace his voice echoed as he vanished

"Shadow world, my heavens my laws."

In that moment it was like the veil of a shadow spread covering the whole world and the battlefield and when it faded everything fell into silence.