Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

The Celestial Court.

An endless land wrapped in thick, glowing white mist known as the Origin Force.

It rolled across the ethereal ground like a slow tide, hiding the floor beneath, making everything look like a dream one might forget upon waking.

Above, the sky shimmered with countless stars, all within reach, each one pulsing softly like a heartbeat in the dark.

The Celestial Court had no edges. No walls. No roof. And yet it was complete. Whole.

In the center of this strange and sacred space stood the thrones of the gods. Each throne was vast and silent, made of divine materials no world could ever recreate.

They shimmered with the power of their owner's domains, casting faint glows in their own colors.

Around each throne were smaller divine chairs—seats of subordinate gods, demigods, and divine avatars who had reached high enough to witness the divine law-making of their pantheon.

One of these thrones belonged to God Raashim.

It radiated the calm and commanding presence of the sea—deep blues, silver tides, and the soft sound of waves.

Around it were five smaller chairs, circling the throne like obedient satellites.

Two of them belonged to Immortals who had once been Raashim's clones, avatars that had broken through and claimed their own divine seats in the Court while still tethered to their origin.

And then, without warning, cracks manifested.

A single sound broke the silence of the Celestial Court. Heads turned. Consciousnesses stirred. Some gods, old and deep in their own divine slumbers, opened their eyes.

God Raashim's throne was usurped. Or rather, it was destroyed in order to establish a new order.

The majestic sea-blue throne gave off a strange groan, as if the weight of the ocean it represented had suddenly turned against it.

More cracks followed. White runes surfaced over its surface, shining brightly before flickering violently. Then the throne shattered.

In a blink, it dissolved into thousands of shimmering runes that scattered through the mist, vanishing into nothing. Gasps echoed across the court. The divine minds that lingered near Raashim's presence recoiled in shock.

But it didn't stop there.

The five celestial chairs around the now-missing throne began to shake. One by one, they crumbled. Some burst into sparks. Others cracked in silence.

The Immortal consciousnesses linked to those seats trembled, their divinity ripped from them like silk torn from flesh.

A few screamed, but there was no sound in the Celestial Court.

Their forms began to flicker. Faint outlines of divine presence thinned until they were swept away by the Origin Force, disappearing completely.

They were kicked out. Their connection to the Celestial Court was severed.

It was not just the destruction of a throne or the five seats. It was the fall of an entire pantheon. God Raashim hadn't just been killed. Even his Immortal Domain had been swallowed whole.

And the shock of it reverberated through the court like a storm.

For a moment, no one said anything. Even the most ancient gods looked toward where Raashim's throne had once stood, the empty space glaring at them like a wound in the court's order.

It had happened too suddenly. A pantheon had been erased from the Celestial Court within a blink of an eye. What kind of joke was this?

Even though very rare, Godfalls had occurred in the past. There were many Immortals who had died at the hands of their enemies. Some were killed after being lured out of their Immortal Domains, while a few others were slain within their own Divine Kingdoms. However, such events always took time.

Even for Immortals, who perceived time differently than mortals, this Godfall was too sudden and shocking. Not only did no one see Raashim's fall coming, but it had also happened far too quickly.

It was almost as if God Raashim never even understood who his mortal enemy truly was before he died. But how could that be? Could someone really assassinate an Immortal?

No matter what kind of tricks the usurper used, they shouldn't have been enough to kill someone of God Raashim's caliber… right?

The Celestial Court trembled, not with force, but with a wave of shock that rippled through the divine consciousnesses seated on their thrones and divine chairs.

A low murmur filled the court.

"How… how did it happen?" someone asked, his voice thin and unsure.

"Did Raashim offend anyone among us?" came another whisper, laced with nervous curiosity.

A third voice rose, tinged with disbelief. "Wait a minute… even his Divine Kingdom closed after his death? How can his Immortal Domain be swept away by the Winds of Assimilation so fast? That usually takes cycles!"

Then a voice broke through the whispers, loud and filled with anger.

"You… you sick bastards!" the Immortal roared.

"Just what I thought. You were planning to target gods with water-related divinities! You ganged up on Raashim, didn't you? He was a good god! He never interfered with anyone's business. I swear it—if any of you dare come for me next, I'll—"

"Shut up, Tano," a calm, mocking voice interrupted. "Nobody's after your puny river divinity. You've got barely active faith in two backwater worlds. Who's free enough to waste time on you?"

Laughter broke out across a few pantheon circles.

"But Raashim… now that's another story."

The room fell silent again.

Everyone understood what wasn't being said. Someone had made an Immortal disappear, almost with an ease of flicking of their fingers.

And the rest of the Celestial Court had no idea who was behind it. Or worse… they did.

And they were too afraid to say it out loud. The Celestial Court fell into an eerie stillness.

Then, something began to stir.

The glowing Immortal runes—the scattered remnants of God Raashim's crumbled throne and broken pantheon—suddenly lit up again.

They floated gently at first, suspended in the white mist of Origin Force like drifting feathers. But then they began to move with purpose.

A current seemed to guide them. One by one, then all at once, the runes turned and flew across the ethereal expanse like an unstoppable tide.

They didn't scatter to unknown corners or disappear into the void.

They moved towards a certain divine throne.