Let us turn our attention to a new Space. This Space is larger and grander than any other in the whole Multiverse. In the center lies a humongous orange castle, large enough to fit the ego that resides in it. She sits on her throne of light and looks down upon the whole of Creator society, for she is the overseer, the one who decides what is pure and impure.
Jupiter, the Queen of the Multiverse.
"Venus, Crescent, you've GOT to be joking!"
The Royal Princesses of red and blue cower before their terrifyingly powerful mother. "Forgive us, m-mother...", Crescent barely manages to squeak out an apology. Venus tries to explain their issue, "We looked and there is no data anywhere about that boy! It's like he appeared out of nowhere just to start causing havoc-!" "He was with the fugitive, Red...", Crescent adds in an attempt to back her sister up, "he took her away..." Jupiter is visibly annoyed with them, "...You two are INSUFFERABLE, I give you ONE JOB!"
"F-forgive us", Crescent begs.
"Ugh...just go to your rooms. I will get someone with at least SOME competence to take them both out!"
"...Yes, mother", the girls respond in unison as they gloomily trudge off.
Jupiter leans back and holds her temples, "My girls...what am I going to do with them?" She snaps her fingers. A man teleports into the throne room; he appears to be around the same age as Straus, he has pale skin with pale, green hair and bright, piercing green eyes. Jupiter speaks to him,
"My most trusted mercenary...I need you to hunt down to black-eyed Creators who seem to be causing some trouble as of late. I'm sure you've heard of Scarface Red, but it seems as though she's found companionship in a boy who my girls say is off the grid, as it were. Could you be a dear and take care of them...Synthis?"
The mercenary, Synthis, nods with understanding.
"Good boy~ On your way now!"
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FantasyThis is the story of Straus Kurai, a young man who accidentally finds himself in a position of Godhood. As a Creator he is free to make whatever his heart desires...or so it would seem. The Multiverse is ruled by an iron fist, one that values "Purit...