Part I — When the Black Sun Spoke
"The Black Sun had opened its eye, and the world forgot how to breathe."
The Dominion trembled. The very resonance of existence bowed beneath the aftermath of my evolution — silver veins threading through the dark, pulsing with the rhythm of creation itself. My Dominion bled light and shadow in equal measure; echoes of shattered gods drifted like ash across an endless horizon.
And then, the silence broke.
The air screamed as the sky cracked open. Something vast pressed against reality, and the Codex within me began to hum.
[Zha'vren… Thæl'kur vrei'nath…]
The words weren't mine. They came from the Void Codex, resonating through the marrow of my being — alive, aware, ancient.
Subject: Azael Voidborn — the Resonant Singularity.
Dominion Status: Forming
Threat Detected: The Watcher.
Origin: Before Light. Before Void.
Something stepped through the fissure.
The world bent backward at its arrival — light inverting, space bowing, resonance screaming as if flayed. It was a thing without form, yet every form at once — a cathedral of bones floating through endless eyes. Every movement sounded like a thousand chimes forged from divine screams.
It looked upon me, and I saw my reflection multiplied a thousandfold — in each eye, a death that had never happened.
[Zhæl'thur vrei'nath Azael'ith…]
The sound was wrong — too many tones, too many meanings. It wasn't language; it was judgment made audible. And yet, I understood.
"You should not exist."
The words sank through my skull like molten silver. My pulse throbbed in resonance, matching the Codex's whisper.
Recognition: Entity classified — "Watcher of the First Void."
Purpose: Assess, Erase, Archive.
Probability of Conflict: 100%.
I smiled.
Not out of arrogance — but inevitability.
"I was born beneath the Black Sun," I said quietly, my voice rippling through the Dominion like a spell. "Not to be judged — but to become judgment."
The Watcher moved.
Reality collapsed between us. Planets shattered like glass around our silhouettes. My Dominion screamed as the resonance of the ancient being collided with mine — its will, pure and heavy as the beginning of time itself.
[Vael'nith zhor-ka'ren]
The alien phrase slammed into me — a command. I felt my body try to kneel, bones cracking under the force. The Watcher's resonance carried dominion of its own — old, absolute.
But the Codex intervened.
Command denied.
Resonance recalibration initiated.
Language adaptation sequence: Evolve.
I roared. Not in rage — but in transformation.
My veins burned white-hot; my resonance twisted around the Watcher's language, dissecting it, devouring it. Every syllable it spoke became fuel.
The black ground beneath us split into rivers of light. The air smelled of burned infinity.
The Watcher recoiled — not in fear, but recognition.
[Azael'ith… Thra'nor… vrei'nath…]
Its tone shifted. Almost reverent. Almost… familiar.
The Codex pulsed again, and new words bled into existence across my mind — not written, but remembered.
Entry: "The Bloodline of the Sunless."
Note: Azael — not first-born. Another exists.
Codename: "The Other."
The words froze me mid-motion.
Something inside my resonance flickered — faint, ancient, uninvited.
I crushed the thought and raised my hand. The Dominion screamed.
"Enough."
My voice broke the silence of creation itself. Every echo became blade, every word a strike. The Watcher raised its thousand wings to shield itself, but I was already moving — silver and black streaks of death.
The battle began — again, and again — in a loop of eternity.