Creation Of All Things

Since the beginning of everything…

Power ruled.

The strong rose.

The weak? They survived by fear.

For ages, three beings stood at the top.

Untouched.

Unchallenged.

They were the Absolute Monarchs—their reign carved into the bones of time itself.

Empires rose, fell, vanished.

Threats came and went, all buried before they even got close.

But then… something changed.

A shadow grew.

Quiet.

Hidden.

And when it finally moved—

The universe shook.

Wraith.

The Monarch of Blood and Shadow.

The fourth.

The anomaly they never saw coming.

But that wasn't the real storm.

That came next.

Him.

The one they now call the Lord of Dominion.

He didn't rise like the rest.

He arrived.

Like he was never meant to follow the universe's rules.

And he didn't.

He rewrote them.

A fifth Monarch—

But different.

A force so raw, so unbound, even the laws of reality bent around him.

Then came Destruction.

A Monarch who didn't just want power—he wanted everything broken.

He took Wraith under his wing, and together they brought chaos to the stars.

Civilizations burned.

Worlds crumbled.

Even the other Monarchs hid.

Until Dominion stepped in.

He fought Destruction to the edge of existence—

Crushed him.

Bound him.

Locked him away in a prison of eternal silence.

And for a while… peace returned.

But peace is never forever.

Now—

A new era is rising.

Not one. Not two.

Seven new Absolute Monarchs have awakened.

Seven.

And with them, something else.

Someone else.

The Supreme Monarch.

Not born to follow the old order…

But to erase it.

This era won't just change.

It'll restart everything.

From zero.

And when it's done—

Only one truth will remain.

"Only the crown matters."

In the fabric of the universe, where the laws of existence are written in cosmic ink, the new generation of Absolute Monarchs has been born. Seven.

Each one represents an aspect of creation, a force so immense, so fundamental, that their very names echo through reality itself.

The Absolute Monarch of Strength — Raphael Williams.

A being forged through the essence of pure, untamed power.

His body is a monument of strength, muscles that ripple with raw force, and a presence that crushes mountains beneath his feet. Raphael's power is unmatched—he doesn't just wield strength; he is strength.

Every blow he lands shakes the very foundation of the universe, and his authority commands the forces of force, might, and raw physical prowess.

The Absolute Monarch of Icy Flames — Freya Dhark.

A chilling and scorching fusion of two opposing forces: Frostfire, the eternal flame of ice.

Freya is the embodiment of paradox. Her flames burn cold, freezing the very air around them, yet their heat sears the soul. She commands the balance of temperature itself—the duality of hot and cold, fire and ice.

Her touch freezes the hearts of her enemies while igniting a storm of unstoppable power that ravages the universe with its unrelenting intensity.

The Absolute Monarch of Flames — Alfred Dhark.

A being born of the eternal fire that fuels the stars, the essence of destruction and rebirth.

Alfred controls the primordial Infernos—the all-consuming fire that has shaped and reshaped the universe. His flames are pure chaos, consuming everything in their path, yet they leave behind fertile ground for new life to rise from the ashes.

His authority is over all things fiery—destructive, cleansing, and ever-consuming.

The Absolute Monarch of Eternal Ice — Aria Dhark.

The timeless keeper of cold.

Aria's presence brings an eternal winter. Glaciara, the infinite frost she commands, is beyond freezing—she has the power to suspend time itself within the frozen expanse. Nothing escapes her grasp.

Her power is the unyielding cold of death and preservation, and she holds dominion over the passage of time, preserving moments as frozen memories, unchangeable and eternal.

The Absolute Monarch of Power — Aurora Ashborne.

A figure of unfathomable might, her presence alone makes the air crackle with energy.

Aurora is the embodiment of Omnipotence, the force that governs the flow of power in the universe. She is the source and the peak, the wellspring from which all other powers derive their strength.

Her authority extends across all forms of energy, manipulation, and dominion. No force can escape her grasp, for she controls not just power, but the essence of what it means to be strong, to be unstoppable.

The Absolute Monarch of Order — Joshua Jeremiah.

The embodiment of structure and law.

Joshua's power is absolute in its application of order—Aeternus, the eternal law that binds the universe. He does not simply impose control over the chaos of existence; he is the law itself.

He governs the foundation of reality—the cause and effect, the balance of fate and destiny. His will is an unshakable decree, and in his domain, even the universe itself must obey.

The Absolute Monarch of Balance — Mael.

A being of perfect equilibrium.

Mael is the Equilibrator—the keeper of balance between all forces. No force too great, no shadow too deep. He walks the fine line between light and darkness, chaos and order, life and death.

His power ensures that neither side ever tips the scale too far. He is the embodiment of neutrality, the constant watcher, ensuring that nothing disturbs the delicate equilibrium of the cosmos.

The Seven Absolute Monarchs and the other Absolute Monarchs.

They are the pillars upon which the universe stands, each a force of nature, each one holding dominion over a fundamental truth of existence.

Cecelia's white eyes glow faintly, staring into the void beyond. Her voice is calm but serious.

"I can see all these things... the shifts, the power moves. But that being—" she pauses, her eyes narrowing, "he's too far above. I can't see through him. He's just... beyond."

She turns to her brother. "We need to change sides, Rael. Even if it means going against the Lord of Dominion. The tide is turning, and the winning side... it's not his."

Rael stands beside her, arms crossed, watching the storm build outside the window.

"...You're sure?" he asks quietly.

Cecelia nods, her eyes glowing brighter. "Yeah. War's coming, and if we stay where we are, we'll be crushed."

Rael exhales deeply, the weight of the decision settling in.

"Alright... if this is how it has to be, then we move."

He looks over the horizon. "But we do it smart. We prepare. We don't rush this."