The celestial pavilion floated at the absolute zenith of the Ninth Heaven. It was a place where time ceased its meaningless crawl, a sanctuary built from the woven threads of conquered galaxies and crystallized starlight.
Within this immaculate domain, three figures waited. They were the undisputed queens of the cosmos, bound to the only man who had conquered the heavens.
Noir lounged gracefully on a throne of polished obsidian. Her six midnight wings draped over the wide armrests, absorbing the ambient light of the room.
She wore a dress woven from the fabric of the abyss, clinging to her curves and radiating a seductive danger. A cynical smirk played on her pale lips.
Next, she tossed a sphere of trapped dark matter between her slender fingers, completely bored by the endless peace they had achieved.
Moon sat a short distance away, hovering in a perfect lotus position upon a spinning mandala of pure silver light.
