JJK:God of Slaughter

The first backstory chapters are a bit trashy (scratch that they are trash) but after that I guarantee you that you won't be dissapointed:)

I HIGLY recommend that you read the info bin ( auxiliary chapter) before this for some background.

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At the End of Time

A void stretched endlessly in all directions,the abyss of nothingness punctuated only by jagged white crack,remnants of a universe torn asunder.

The air, if it could even be called that, was heavy, thick with echoes of destruction. There was no ground, no sky—only emptiness leaving behind the last two beings left within it.

A frail, bloodied figure in flowing white robes hovered in the shattered remnants of existence. His once radiant presence slowly dimmed, his divine glow flickering like a dying candle. Across from him stood another being—tall, covered in shadows, exuding a presence so thick it felt as if it could crush what little remained of the empty universe itself.

"The God of Slaughter, wasn't it?"

The old man coughed, thick streams of golden blood spilling from his lips. Even now, on the edge of death, he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You truly do live up to your name. Not only did you defeat me… even death itself bows before you."

His voice wavered as he continued, "After she died, you—"

*CRACK!*

Before he could finish his sentence, the dark figure's hand shot forward, gripping the old man's throat. A pressure unlike any mortal force bore down on the god, threatening to snuff out what little life he had left.

"Don't," the figure growled, his voice having a fragile undertone with something beneath the rage.

"Don't say her name."

The old god wheezed but still managed a dry chuckle. "Still can't speak of her, can you? Even after all this time?"

He rasped, forcing himself to smile despite the pain. "my old bones still have some fight left in them… Now, now, can't you let an old man have his last words? I promise they'll be worthwhile. We have all the time in the wor—ah, no, the universe one could say." He let out a laugh, one that turned into a dry cough as more blood splattered onto his robes.

The dark figure said nothing, but after a moment, his grip loosened ever so slightly. A silent permission.

The god inhaled shakily before gesturing at the ruined void surrounding them. "Look around you, once it was a universe—full of life, stars, and infinite possibilities. Now, all that remains are these shattered pieces. A pitiful sight, don't you think?"

The figure remained impassive. "And?"

"As its creator, I cannot allow this universe to simply cease. It is my duty to see it reborn." His dimming eyes met the shadowed figure's own. "I must ask of you, what sin has it to warrant such destruction.... At least give it a chance to be reborn... As something better."

The silence that followed was deafening.

"No."

A sigh left the old man's lips, more resigned than surprised. "I thought as much." He wiped the blood from his chin with a shaking hand.

"you've always been like that after all, why should you care for a world that betrayed you? A world that took everything from you?"

The dark figure's hands clenched into fists, the faintest tremor in his stance. "Get to the point, old man."

"You're still as impatient as ever," the god mused, his gaze unfocused as if lost in a memory. "Even after time untold, your nature hasn't changed." He exhaled, his body seeming smaller than before. "Fine, I'll tell you a story—a history lesson, if you will."

He looked beyond the void, as if seeing something long gone. "Before time itself, I slumbered, purposeless, for eons. And then, I created life. Six children—two daughters, four sons—each imbued with a fragment of my divine spark. I divided this emptiness into six universes, letting them shape their own domains. I took the back seat, watching as they created and nurtured life."

He turned back to the figure cloaked in darkness. "Your wife—my daughter—was the guardian of this universe. Her demise, and our battle, have left this place in ruin. But there may still be a way."

For the first time, the dark figure stirred. "…What?"

"The Law of Life," the god continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "The essence of creation itself… it resides within my children, each carrying a shard of it within their universe. If you can gather them, perhaps—"

*CRACK!* The void itself trembled as the dark figure's aura surged. His voice, once controlled, was now desperate. "Is what you're saying true?" His hands balled into fists so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.

"Each and every one of them.bring them to me. NOW."

The old god's expression turned pained. "If only it were that easy," he admitted. "I am but a fragment of what I once was. Even if I had the strength, they wouldn't come."

The figure's jaw clenched. "Then create portals. I'll hunt them down myself."

The old god let out a bitter chuckle. "And why would I do that? So you can kill them too?" His golden eyes bore into the shadowed figure's. "I will open the way for you, but only if you agree to my conditions."

The dark figure remained silent, but his aura crackled with barely contained fury. "…Speak."

The god raised a trembling finger, listing them one by one. "First, from this moment on, you will never again kill an innocent being The only exceptions are those with evil in their hearts."

"Second, you must learn to move on child.... even she wouldn't want to see you end up this way."

"Third, everything you have gained—your power, your strength, your dominance—will be stripped away. The only things you may keep are your mind, your instincts, and your experience. You will rebuild from nothing."

"Fourth, in each universe, you will not take over it by force. You must convince my children to willingly part with their shards of life. Only then will the path to the next universe open."

The old god exhaled, exhausted. "That's it. Now, Kane—do you accept these conditions?"

The dark figure trembled, his entire being radiating barely contained rage. His fists unclenched, then clenched again. A long, suffocating silence passed before he spoke, his voice raw. "Old man… I don't know what you're scheming. But if there's even a chance you're telling the truth—" His fingers dug into his palm again. "Then I accept."

The old god's gaze softened. "I see." He gave a weary smile. "Then you won't be alone. Someone will accompany you—a friend of mine. Be wary… who knows he may be even stronger than you."

A white crack split the void, expanding into a swirling portal, its glow pulsating with untold possibilities.

"Go."

Kane hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward. Just before he vanished into the light, he turned back. "This is the last you'll see me."

The old god only smiled. "Be careful. The void is… quite the rollercoaster." He let out a dry chuckle.

Kane disappeared.

The old man was left alone, his divine body flickering, fading.

"Elissa… I failed you," he murmured. "I couldn't raise him the way you wanted." His voice cracked. "I'm sorry."

Tears fell freely as he pressed a trembling hand to his chest.

"My children… I am sorry. But this may be the last time we meet."

With one final breath, he reached into his own chest, tearing out his heart. As it shattered, a wave of light exploded outward, igniting the ruined universe once more.

Across the multiverse, five beings shuddered, a deep sorrow gripping their souls.

The game had begun.

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