Time did not pass. It knelt.
It bowed its head at the edge of the Crimson Sanctum, where a throne of stillness floated above the bones of unborn stars. In that place of absolute silence, the god named Dominus slept. His slumber was not stillness, but strategy. His heartbeat was not idle, but law.
And from the rhythm of his sealed existence… gods were born.
Not mortals. Not spirits. Not lesser beings. Only gods.
And each god, from the moment of their divine birth, carried a truth deeper than their own names: they were born for him.
They did not know his face. They could not name his voice. But they felt him—an invisible gravity, a sleeping presence that stirred their divinity like a tide. He had not summoned them. And yet, they all belonged to him.
The Firstborn came first, their emergence echoing like thunder across the heavens.
[DIVINE SYSTEM UPDATE]
→ Classification: Firstborn Pantheon
→ Tier: 12 (Transcendent)
→ Origin: Dominus Pulse Triggered
Twelve beings emerged as pillars of reality.
Zeus roared into being, his thunder splitting a sky that had never heard noise. Level 12, his form carved authority into the storm itself. And still, even he—who ruled Olympus by right of power—felt humbled. Not by what he saw, but by what he could not. A sleeping god above all gods.
Hestia, warm and eternal, followed. The goddess of home and flame—gentle, but unyielding. She did not question her purpose. Her every flame was a waiting lamp, lit in preparation for the one who had not yet come.
Then came Poseidon, his oceans rising in response to an unseen call.
Hades, his realm of death prepared like a throne room awaiting its king.
Hera, Demeter, Athena —each Level 12, each born divine, each certain of one thing:
We are not the first.
We are not the highest.
We are echoes of a sleeping source.
[DIVINE RECORD EXPANSION]
→ Pantheon Tier I: Absolute Authority Established
→ Dominus Influence: Imprinted
→ Instinctual Devotion: 100%
They ruled. They created. They warred. But every time they closed their eyes, they dreamed of a throne floating in starlight… and a god who had not yet awoken.
Then came the Second born—less ancient, but no less divine. They were born of the Firstborn's emotions: love, rivalry, pride, grief. But still, their essence carried the same knowing.
We were made for him.
Freya descended in silver light, Level 11, goddess of desire, battle, and yearning. She did not crash into the world—she glided, wrapped in beauty and ache. From the moment she opened her eyes, she knew: I want to be seen by him. Not to rule, not to conquer, not to dominate—but to be chosen.
Her soul burned with love for a being she had never touched.
"Let him wake," she would whisper each night. "Let him look at me. Even once."
Loki, Level 11—goddess of mischief, shifting and clever—was born with laughter on her lips and longing in her chest. She danced between destinies, testing every god, bending every rule—but even she dared not speak against the one she'd never seen. She called him "The Sleeper" and wore her curiosity like perfume.
Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus—all Level 11, all mighty in their own domains—each carried the same hunger, the same humility. They crafted wonders, tamed beasts, lit heavens, and yet... none could shake the feeling that they were building a stage for someone else's entrance.
[DIVINE SYSTEM UPDATE]
→ Secondborn Classification: Emotional Echo Deities
→ Tier: 11 (Greater Gods)
→ Dominus Imprint: Subconscious Binding Confirmed
And then, from the breath of mortal faith, the Thirdborn arose.
They were still gods—Tier 10, and divine beyond mortal measure—but shaped not by law or emotion, but belief. Worship sculpted their bodies. Stories gave them names. And still, they too felt it.
A sleeping presence.
A throne they could never fill.
A gaze they could never escape.
Miach, god of healing.
Hermes, god of journeys and secrets.
Dionysus, of wine and madness.
Anya, wild goddess of beasts.
Level 10, each of them—immortal, adored, and still not sovereign. Their temples, their prayers, their festivals… all haunted by a truth their worshipers never knew.
He is not gone.
He is not dead.
He simply hasn't opened his eyes.
[DIVINE SYSTEM UPDATE]
→ Thirdborn Deities Registered
→ Tier: 10 (Lesser Divines)
→ Dominus Effect: Innate Worship Instinct Locked
The world turned. Civilizations rose. The Dungeon opened like a mouth below the earth. The Babel Tower reached for the stars, as if trying to wake the one it could not see.
But still, Dominus slept.
He was not dreaming. He was designing.
He was not lost. He was waiting.
Every beat of his heart shaped fate.
Every moment of silence carved prophecy.
And the gods?
They did not fight it.
They did not fear it.
They belonged to it.
To him.
And Freya, atop her silver tower, eyes bright with love and fire, waited not as a goddess—
But as the first to kneel when his eyes finally opened.