COTE: UNABLE TO LOSE!

Chapter 8: Failed Negotiations ❤️ (💝)

Alright ! I love plot twists and good fights and reveals and all. I suppose that is why I wrote Maxverse for so long due to my love for those traits but don't assume that I don't love wholesome stuff too .

So let's have a light chapter, shall we? Be sure to comment. I would love to know your thoughts regarding this chapter especially.

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Why was she here? That was all she could ask herself with every glance he directed at her filled with uncanny antipathy....Why would he send her here out of all places? She could clearly see the latter's displeasure. A figure shrouded in black flames with his hands criss crossed sat before her on a throne of satin -needles, relishing with blood.

In this isolated void, whose blood could it but his own? But why would the most powerful being lose blood or even have it in first place? No matter how much she ran her eyes through him, she couldn't detect anything but a deep rope making its way into her heart , as if gushing to pull it out if she dares to stare at him a moment longer . His aura wrapped her around like a sheath , ensnared to kill her but all she could do was capitulate .

Even in her own universe, she had only met creator once and had almost died in his presence before he receded his power. But in this void, she wasn't feeling any pressure at all, no divine aura. No! It was more apt to say that something else entirely was predominant here entirely.

A force she couldn't sense but only feel a deep affright with every passing second, a dark drenching dread , from which she couldn't extricate , eager to soak her in all the mala fide of world.

It was if the being before her was a devil himself reposed as creator and ruler since the beginning, only intended on deriving the utmost pleasure, and to banish all those wary to his desires.

Now it made sense why Hermes was always so cautious even while hacking into feeds of DeathNoteVerse.

Here , there were no divine , no angels . No concept of love , no concept of order for the God himself was an embodiment of evil itself. A controvert in itself .

As if one day, he woke up and ended up creating earth and world along with morals on roll of dice. Unsatisfied by their presence, he had allowed his subordinates Shinigami free reign by granting them death notes while himself reclining to void, abdicating all of his creations.

"Yleiona, was it ? You interrupt my sleep simply to trouble me with such a trivial matter. All you desire is for me to not kill one of your disgusting mortal that you sent from your own world. Your arrogance defies my expectations.

You dare presume I care about your opinion regarding his existence? Every one of those insects, a mere flesh of memories subjected to endless stimulations of nothing but pain , suffering and humiliation served time and time again . Yet what do they cling on? Stupid Love."

"But my lord, isn't love the most beautiful concept despite its irrationality ? Beings who were destined to survive no longer than few centuries started to see procreation as something much more than survival and eventually ended up forging such great civilizations and complex system of regulation .

You haven't gone out for a billion years due to that thinking .I am sure you will find it to your appetite if you simply try out one of the places ....." Yleiona argued before he grabbed her cheeks crushing them.

"Remember your place, little runaway goddess. Neither is your god here to protect you nor are you powerful enough to escape from me shall I decide to execute you right now."

"All their whining about hopes, dreams, endless potentials - I have lost count of how many times they have amused me. You dare presume I have no knowledge of what happens in my own world? With a single blink, I can erase everyone and create it all again. Everything is under my control. You say love is beautiful? Love is nothing more than those fool's last tether of hope to keep themselves rooted to that despondent wasteland I crafted.