The Prime Augustus

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.