This 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
After several hours, Feros and his mech return to his facility, only to find it abandoned. No sign of Koto, the other Cosmics, or the monsters that murdered his Queen. Not to mention some of his equipment was damaged during the battle. It would take weeks, months, even years to build some of this work back up! But there are plenty of Cosmics in the grand Multiverse, surely it will be easy for a genius such as himself to pick himself up and start anew. He pulls up a digital map and starts plotting coordinates while scanning for energy signatures.
"Insubordinate girl...I don't need her...but...ah, traces of her energy? Perfect."
Feros suddenly feels a chilling sensation over his shoulder.
"Apologies, Feros."
"Hm-? Who goes there?!"
Darkness begins to loom over the building, scattering across the sky like cracks through the earth.
"I believe your expiration date is overdue."
"What is this!?", a ghostly hand emerges from the darkness and covers Feros' mouth, "MMM-!?"
"G A M E...O V E R."
The darkness overtakes Feros. After a brief moment, it clears away, and all that's left in the compound is an empty mech.
And a pile of stardust.
"Those with selfish minds are doomed to fail...Nevertheless, that should lift a weight off of your mind, little Koto..."
![[ Creators ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/312782032-64-k388059.jpg)