A golden Rose withering

Celestia's castle

After months of Searching, Aether has finally ended up in front of the Castle of Celestia.

"Halt! You cannot trespass by the name of Celestia!" A Guard screamed, Holding his spear toward Aether.

Aether stared blankly at the man then walked right past him.

"HEY!" The guard screamed but, Before the Guard could say anything else, 2 big black crystals appeared above his head. And before he could react, the crystals plunged right towards him.

Killing him in mere seconds.

"Honestly, what a nuisance." Aether says, as he turned his head back while opening the huge white pristine doors. Glaring at the man's dead body. Closing the door as to not reveal what had happened before.

While walking around the halls, many incidents happened just like the one from outside. Blood was splattered around the walls of the pristine castle.

Aether reached the biggest door he had ever seen, and he could feel enormous amounts of celestial magic from the other side of the door, indicating the person he wants to see is right behind those very same doors. But he couldn't open the doors, no matter how much strength he placed into his small body to open the humongous doors.

He stared into the door, thinking of many ideas to open it. Then a thought struck him. He placed his hand on the intricate design on the door, Channeling Celestia magic onto it.

The design on the door lit up, then slowly opened the door. To reveal the unknown God, and a frightened servant right beside her.

Before Aether could do anything, the Servant pointed at him. "There he is your Highness! That is the child who keeps killing the others!" The servant screamed, terrified and furious at the boy in front of them.

Aether just looked at the servant with a cold glare, obviously warning the servant to keep quiet.

The unknown god however seemed apathetic to the situation in front of her.

The servant kept pointing at Aether, "Your highness remove this boy from the castle!" the servant said to the god, not realizing the horrible mistake they had made.

The God glared at the servant; the servant immediately kneeled down in response, scared of what was about to happen.

"You dare order me around? Lowly servant." The God growled at the servant.

"N-No! Of course not!-" Black and red cubes impaled the servant right in the stomach, before the Servant could even defend themselves.

Aether stared at the situation unfolding before him in intent, and admiration.

The unknown God stared at the young boy, she notices the boy has no malicious intent, nor any intent to harm her. The more she looked into the boy's eyes the more she realized it looked like he was admiring her, there was no fear in his eyes. Now she had some interest in the boy.

"Young boy, who are you?" she asked, standing up from her throne.

"Aether Viatry."

The god's eyes slightly widened hearing the name, she floated down to the boy. Looking at him with dark golden eyes.

"Why did you come here Viatry?"

Aether's face perked up into an ominous smile. "To meet my other mother of course." Though Aether said it with a seemingly sincere smile, The god knew that it was just an act of course.

"Or has your mother sent you here as an apology gift." The unknown God looked at the boy, coldly glaring at him. Surely anybody who was being glared at by the God would have been frightened, but for Aether, he just kept his sincere smile act up.

"Of course not, I came here by my own accord, not as an "apology gift" by my mother."

The tension in the room was getting thicker every second.

"You do not act as a child, what are you exactly?" The god asked. Aether saw the black cube forming on the God's hand, he of course had no chance against her. And he knew that he couldn't keep this as a secret from the God forever Either.

Aether sighed, before he started explaining his 2nd life, and why he came here.

Though it sounds like the explanation sounded like a story from a children's fairy tale book, The God believed Aether, There was no lying intent in his eyes, nor his voice. And she knew from the minutes she had met Aether that he was a smart child, and wouldn't dare to go against her in his current situation.

The unknown God pondered whether to let this child stay with her, and let him become his successor or throw him out.

She knew that Aether had a long way to go before she could really count Aether as his successor, but she had high hopes for him.

"Fine, I will allow you to stay here, but in one condition. You will undergo intense training."

Aether's eyes that seemed so dull, had a small shine of hope in them.

Aether kneeled down, placing one of his arms on his chest.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Perhaps Aether underestimated what "You will undergo intense training" meant.

The training was harsh, ranging from having to sleep consciously -To be alerted always- to having to learn dodging attacks in milliseconds. And the worst of them all was after that training.

Aether had to fight Asmodas or the Unknown God, and at the very least injure her somehow. But even after fighting for almost thousands of years, and training everyday. Aether wasn't able to even injure her, after every fight he loses in the fights he realizes the huge difference between Asmodas and him.

After 1500 years of training and fighting, Aether once again got ready to fight Asmodas.

He didn't wear his signature clothing like he did, instead he changed his outfit into a white crop top that reached up to his neck, with intricate black and red design on its collar. Black fur was at the shoulders of his back and front, which was attached to a black cape similar to his sister's cape. There were white shorts with designs like Asmodas tights. At his hips was a white cape with red insides, the cape was very similar to the one Asmodas wore. He also wore red gloves, with black crystals on the back of his palm. And white thigh high boots like his sister's, with fishnet stockings on one of his legs.

His shoes clacking was echoing through the hallway. The clacking stopped once he reached another big white door with a similar intricate pattern as the one on the throne room doors.

He, again, channeled Celestia magic into the pattern, the door slowly opening. Inside the room was Asmodas.

"Are you prepared for our battle?"