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> Before the stars had names… before time bled into motion… there was only Silence.
In that endless silence, mortals were dust — born to die, forgotten by the gods who toyed with fate. But from among the dust, a mortal rose. Not by prophecy. Not by divine grace. But by refusal.
He defied pain. He defied death. He defied the gods themselves.
Through slaughter and sacrifice, he climbed the impossible peak of divinity, tearing through the thrones of heaven. He crushed Thanatos, the god of death, beneath his mortal heel. With each god that fell, he grew stronger — until he conquered the Absolute Law of Death.
And then… he rose above it.
His body became eternal. His blood turned to gold — thick with life so potent, it could ignite dead universes, birth cosmic realms, and breathe sentience into the void itself.
The pantheons named him a Concept — the first of his kind.
> The Everblood.
From him came a lineage untouched by time, untouchable by death. His blood birthed life where there was none. Even the gods of oblivion whispered in fear. And those who bore his descendants called themselves the Mothers of Life — sacred vessels of his eternal line.
But eternity breeds envy.
From the dark folds of the infinite nothing, a new Concept was born — not from defiance, but from hunger. It did not create, nor breathe life. It only devoured.
> It was called the Void Concept.
Where the Everblood gave, the Void consumed. Where golden blood nourished, black hunger starved. The two Concepts clashed, and the heavens shook.
Their battle was timeless. Unseen by mortals. Unrecorded by gods.
And in the end…
The golden blood spilled across the stars.
The Everblood Concept fell.
Or so the divine believed.
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But far from the eyes of gods, in a world still mid-tier in the cosmic scale of power…
In a city ruled by lies and betrayal…
A boy, barely sixteen, lies broken and bleeding — abandoned, dying, forgotten.
Yet something stirs in him.
Not fate. Not mercy.
Just a raw, furious refusal to die.
And in the far reaches of a forgotten pantheon, something ancient awakens once more.
> The Everblood stirs.
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