The God of Underworld

Chapter 347 - 46

The golden throne of the Empyrean, the absolute center of the ten integrated universes, hummed with a frequency that would have vaporized a lesser god.

The air itself was thick, saturated with the weight of billions of prayers and the cold, unyielding pressure of Supreme Law.

At this moment, sitting within the throne of the Empyrean, Hades opened his eyes.

They were like twin abysses of violet-black sovereignty, reflecting the death and rebirth of entire timelines.

Just then, the throne rippled as Hera, Aphrodite, Hecate, and Nyx all appeared in front of him as if space itself bended to their will.

The four Queens did not arrive via chariot or portal like they normally do, but they simply were, like the reality decided that they exist at this moment.

Right now, the four of them, having grown stronger from defeating the Great Outer Ones—Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep, and the Sleeper Tsathoggua—their aura had become completely unrecognizable.

Hera pulsed with the integrated authority of ten pantheons’ queens.

Aphrodite shimmered with the primordial light of the sky and sea.

Hecate vibrated with the secrets of the abyss.

And Nyx... Nyx was like the darkness that existed before the first word was written.

Their power now, even if it was Hades, before attaining the fusion of the ten realms, he would be completely powerless against them.

Hades was sure if that these four were to actually released all their powers at once, the entire Hyperverse would obliterated, even the entire fictional universe would be affected.

"My lord, are you ready?" asked Nyx, her voice a shadow that carried the weight of the Void.

Hades nodded, his gaze steady. "I am. Don’t worry, it is time to finally deal with that abomination."

The atmosphere grew heavy with the realization of what was to come.... Hades is now going to face the being who have brought the end.

Hecate took a step forward, her face showing an expression of tender concern. "Husband, please... be careful."

Hera, the Queen of Ten Worlds, nodded, her regal posture hiding the flicker of fear for the man she had anchored her existence to. "No matter what happens, you must return to us. The worlds are built in your image; they cannot persist without their architect."

Aphrodite, her usual playful nature tempered by the gravity of the moment, nodded bubbly, though her eyes were wet with unshed tears. "I won’t give you a good luck kiss this time. I’ll save it for when you return! It’s a promise, so you have to keep it!"

Hades smiled faintly and nodded, the iron of his expression softening for a brief, human second. "Understood. I look forward to that."

The sentiment hung in the air for a moment before the King’s focus shifted back to the cosmic duty at hand.

He then stared at Nyx and nodded. "Nyx, you can begin."

"Very well, my lord." Nyx waved her hand.

As she did that, the sound of tearing pages resounded throughout the Empyrean, like a sickening, papery rip that vibrated in the teeth of every spirit, and then, moments later, a gap in space appeared in front of them.

This was not a simple wormhole; it was a fracture in the narrative itself, as if tearing apart a small page to see the next one, "This will lead us to the heart of this reality, where the gate to the outside is located."

Hades nodded, then, without any moment of hesitation, he stepped inside.

Nyx turned towards Hera and the others and nodded at them before stepping inside the gap.

As she disappeared, the gap closed instantly, leaving behind the three goddesses who couldn’t help but stare at a distance in worry, their hands clasped together as they maintained the structural integrity of a universe that was about to lose its center.

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On the other side... Hades and Nyx appeared in the heart of the reality.

It was a place beyond form, a churning vortex of raw "Potential" and "Definition", here, the concepts of the ten pantheons were stripped of their myths and reduced to the fundamental code of existence.

It was the source code of the entire fictional reality, gateway leading to the outside.

"Finally back here," said Hades, his boots echoing against a floor made of crystallized logic.

Nyx turned towards him, "My lord, follow me."

Hades nodded at her.

With that, the two of them dove deep within the center of the heart until finally, they arrived at the innermost point.

The pressure here was astronomical; the conceptual weight was so great that any being without the power equivalent to or greater than a Great Outer One would surely have been crushed into a singular point of data.

"Back then, I can only escape from here, but now..." Nyx stared at the center, where a pulsing, translucent membrane separated the "Inside" from the "Outside."

Having absorbed her "father," Yog-Sothoth, Nyx had now become the gateway between the fictional and the real dimensions.

She was the Key and the Lock, the living bridge across the fourth wall.

And if she wanted to, she could escape this fictional dimension and live in the real one, walking amongst the stars of the Author’s own sky.

But her loyalty was anchored deeper than her own freedom.

"Nyx, do it," said Hades.

Without hesitation, Nyx poured out every ounce of her authority—the combined essence of the Night and the Guardian of the Threshold—to open the gates leading to the outside.

Her body flared with a black-violet radiance that defied the light of the heart.

The "Pages" of reality began to curl and burn away, revealing the raw, unwritten parchment beyond.

Finally, after what seems to be an eternity of conceptual struggle, Nyx had created an opening.

It was a jagged, vertical slit of absolute, starless dark.

She turned towards Hades, her form flickering from the exhaustion of the feat. "My lord, it is done."

Hades nodded, his hand resting briefly on her shoulder in a gesture of absolute trust. "Thank you, Nyx."

With that, Hades stepped outside the opening.

Nyx watched as Hades disappeared into the tear, and she couldn’t help but worry.

The silence he left behind was terrifying as she stood there, guarding the gate, her presence a sentinel against the collapse.

As for the war that was still happening on the outer ramparts and the mortal planes? She couldn’t care less about that.

After all, the struggles of the minor gods and the heroics of humanity were insignificant compared to the trial her King was about to face.

If Hades lost, the entire reality would be swallowed anyway.

Just like how if the ship has holes in and cracks in it, the entire thing would sink regardless of how well the crew fought.

Not to mention if something really terrible happened back there, she believes Hera, Hecate, and Aphrodite would be able to handle it.

For now, she needed to make sure no Outer One would return here and come back outside to ambush her Lord, so she decided to standby the gate herself.

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At this moment, Hades appeared in a completely pitch-black space.

It was a place of impossible dimensions, with countless books scattered like stars across a lightless firmament.

These were the "Drafts"—the rejected worlds, the finished stories, and the aborted ideas of the author that the outer ones have completely devoured.

He frowned.

This isn’t what the Author’s library looked like when he last appeared here. When he had first met the Author, it was a place of order, of neat shelves and books.

Now, it was a ruins.

"What happened?"

Just then, countless eyes opened from every direction—not eyes of flesh, but eyes of weeping ink and broken glass.

Along with them, countless mouths appeared, sprouting from the covers of the books and the very fabric of the void, and began mawing the books, tearing the pages of history into confetti of non-existence.

"So, you are finally here."

A shifting, distorted voice resounded from every direction, it was a sound like the grinding of tectonic plates and the static of a dead television.

"Welcome to the real world, Hades. Or what is left of it."

From the center of the darkness, the True Abomination began to manifest.

It was the "Primordial Chaos God," the center of the Black Tide, the primal entropy, the very first being that manifested from the author’s boredom and forgetfulness.

Hades did not flinch, and instead he summoned his spear, Desmos, the weapon reforged and strengthened from the power of the ten underworlds.

The spear hummed with a fierce, violet fire that carved a circle of "Definition" into the surrounding dark.

He let out an arrogant, cold smirk—the look of a King who had seen the end of the world and decided he wasn’t finished with it yet.

"I am here, Azathoth."

Hades raised hus spear, the authority of the Ten Worlds flaring like a sun. "This is the first time we officially meet, isn’t it?"

"Ineed." Azathoth replied. "I remember you stopping my plans in the infinite timelines."

"And I remember you killing me countless times in those timelines as well." Said Hades. "But enough of that, what happened to the library?"

"Still there. This is inside my stomach." Said Azathoth, "See these books? All these are what we have devoured since our creation."

"Is that so?" Hades tilted his head, "So, if I beat you, will I return to the Library?"

"If."

Hades paused, before chuckling. "Alright then, let’s see it, shall we?"

He twirled his spear, his dark purple aura bursting out of his body.

At that moment, the countless mouths of Azathoth curled into a savage grin.