The God of Underworld

In a realm beyond all existing universe...

Nyx sat upon a throne forged from the womb of night itself—its arms etched in primordial starlight, its frame shaped from the echoes of forgotten galaxies.

Around her stretched a boundless space of myriad colors, a tapestry of living auroras and shifting nebulas, flowing like liquid dreams in every direction.

This place existed outside time, even outside of fate, a sanctum beyond even the comprehension of most gods.

Before her floated a round table not made of stone or wood, but of something ancient, smooth like obsidian yet flowing with faint constellations across its surface.

Around it hovered other thrones, each emanating a different essence: burning suns, holy scripts, serpent coils, and veils of silk or shadow.

Behind her stood Erebus, the God of Primordial Darkness, her guard, acting as her subordinate.

Unlike his usual cheerful self, Erebus now was silent and solemn, his body excluding power that absorbs light, his presence a weight upon reality.

His gaze scanned the the space. It wasn't the first time he was here, but just like the first time, it still filled him with awe.

The two were silent, patient.

Then the void rippled.

A singular presence entered, like a slow wind brushing the cosmos.

The colors around them stilled as an old man with an eyepatch stepped through a tear in space, a pair of ravens sat on his shoulders.

He was tall, broad-shouldered despite age, draped in a cloak of stormclouds and rune-wrought leather.

The weight of unseen knowledge hung from him like a mountain. His one eye glowed like a dying star.

Odin, the All-Father, had arrived.

The representative of the Norse Pantheon took his seat without a word, his throne shaped like the root of Yggdrasil, veins of cosmic ice and fire intertwined.

His ravens circled once and vanished, into space.

Moments later, more arrivals shimmered into being.

The Aztec Pantheon came after Odin, heralded by serpents made of jade and obsidian.

Quetzalcoatl, radiant and feathered, took his throne shaped like a floating pyramid that pulsed with war drums and wind.

Then came the Egyptian gods, led by Ra, whose eyes were molten suns.

He sat on a golden throne inscribed with spells older than language, his form casting radiant shadows across the void.

From the east, the Chinese Pantheon emerged.

Nuwa, serene and noble, stepped gracefully into the circle.

Her lower body was that of a serpent, her upper half clothed in rainbow silk. Her throne hovered as a lotus blooming beneath a sky of calligraphy.

The Mesopotamians appeared next, their half-submerged in a storm of cuneiform tablets, stars, and stone wheels.

Anu, the divine personification of the sky, sat silently on the throne, eyes closed.

Then, like a gleam of sun through Celtic mist, Lugh of the Tuatha Dé Danann arrived—golden-haired, burning with the pride and fury of ancient war gods.

His throne was a chariot wheel that never stopped turning.

The Shinto gods followed, quiet and composed.

Amaterasu, regal and solemn, their representative, sat on a burning throne.

And finally...

The stars screamed silently as a final presence descended.

Shiva, the God of Destruction from the Hindu Pantheon, manifested not in light, but in vibration of reality. The space around him fractured, yet reformed perfectly, as if creation itself bowed to his breath.

His presence eclipses everyone else in this space, as if declaring that before him, no matter god or mortal, all are equal beneath him.

His third eye glowed like an inverse sun, and his body radiated both stillness and annihilation.

His throne was massive, carved from a black hole's collapsed core. It welcomed him as he sat down.

And with a wave of his hand, silence fell across space.

This was the Divine Council.

The summit of supremacy. The convergence of powers that shaped universes.

Each deity present represented the apex of their respective mythos—and none were eager to be here.

It was Lugh, quick to temper, who broke the stillness.

He leaned forward, spear resting on his shoulder, voice sharp and uncaring.

"You summoned us, Night-Goddess. Why? We've no love for your kind, nor debts to repay."

It was no secret that the Celtic gods despised Nyx. Her consumption of the Roman Pantheon, their one-time allies, left bitter blood between them.

In fact, Lugh was not alone on this one.

Others agreed with him, silently.

Odin's eye narrowed.

Quetzalcoatl's feathers bristled.

Even Nuwa's gentle gaze was tinged with caution.

To most of them, Nyx was an anomaly—an "alien" deity, that doesn't belong in this plane of existence. For them, she was no different from those entity who devoured universes.

But Nyx remained unmoved, ignoring their rudeness and hatred.

Her voice was calm, each word etched with cosmic gravity. "An entity, one of the Outer Ones, nearly devoured our universe."

There was a beat. The other gods immediately turned serious.

Lugh, however, scoffed, muttering darkly. "It doesn't belong to us anyway. Let it fall."

No one corrected him. Though, no one dared agree either.

Ra remained silent. His thoughts drifted to the past. Long ago when an entity also tried to devour their universe.

Although they successfully driven it away, it left them severely weakened.

If it wasn't for that event, the Biblical God—who remained as reclusive as ever—wouldn't have a chance to wreck havoc on their domain.

"Those things have started to feed once again. This time, it's my universe, next time, it could be yours." Her eyes glimmered. "That's why I suggest unite. Or we shall all vanish."

Silence.

She received no response. Everyone looked away, not wanting anything to do with her.

It was Nuwa who voiced what they all thought. "We are not strong enough, even together. Those creatures are not like us. They are... beyond what we can comprehend. The best option is to hide. Close our universes, as we've done before."

The others nodded, agreeing with her. In the past, when those beings began to feed, they had always hid their universe to make sure it couldn't be found.

And it has worked so far.

Why change things now?

No one wished to risk annihilation for another's war.

Nyx felt the tide slipping away from her.

And so, she played her final card.

"We can do it. We can fight back. Someone from my universe," she said slowly, "has achieved Transcendence."

The word dropped like a divine hammer.

The council stirred. Even Shiva tilted his head slightly.

Transcendence—the legendary ascent beyond divinity. Beyond even the cosmic laws. Something all of them had dreamed of, but none had attained.

The air filled with suspicion.

"Impossible," muttered Ra.

"Lies," spat Lugh. "If you're desperate, at least make up something believable.

Nyx raised her hand. "I swear on my name as the Primordial of the Night, what I speak is truth, and nothing but the truth."

"...are you serious?" Anu finally spoke, his eyes opened for the first time in this meeting, "If that's the truth, then maybe there is a chance to be freed."

No one wanted to feel like a livestock. As if they are animals raised just to be eaten.

If possible, they wanted to fight back and free themselves from those beings.

They are all gods. They stood above all of existence. Why should they hide and act like it is a sin to live?

"One Transcendent wouldn't change a thing!" Lugh exclaimed, "You know how many of those things exists?!"

Just then, Amaterasu spoke, "It's not like all of them will simultaneously feed. They take turns. Even if we only have one, we have a chance."

"Still too dangerous." Nuwa shook her head.

The whole space erupted into fierce argument. One side wanted to try and fight back, and one side wanted to continue hiding.

Just then...

A single voice cut through it all.

It was Shiva.

"Enough."

Silence. No one dared to make a noise. When a god who can reduce you to cosmic dust tells you it's enough, then it is enough.

You better be damn well sure shut your mouth.

Shiva opened his eyes fully now, all three of them, causing time and space to bend.

"If she speaks falsehoods, we'll see it with our own eyes." He looked directly at Nyx. "Bring this transcended god. Here. To this place."

His voice was firm, and his words were final. "If he exists—and has truly ascended beyond—we will listen. Perhaps then… an alliance will not be impossible."

Nyx smiled, bowing her head.

"You will not be disappointed, Lord Shiva."