Omnipresent Watcher: The Eye Of The Multiverse

CH1VIII: The Ultimate Creation

VIII. The Ultimate Creation

Three Days Ago.

The dark sky above the Collegium of Medeisurb crackled with a sinister energy, its stormy clouds swirling in a dance of chaos. The sudden arrival of Cluster, the masked man, had shattered the fragile balance of their world. He returned, but this time with a gift.

Inside the mythical collegium, Light—no, Caerus—stood, his body tense, wings unfurled as he faced his perfect replica. The air between them sizzled with latent energy, the power of the universe itself, and the echo of their shared essence. Cluster had done the impossible: he had created The Ultimate Creation, a copy of Caerus so perfect, so complete, it mirrored not just his appearance but his essence—his angelic and demonic nature.

"You really thought I wanted your power?" Cluster’s voice taunted, echoing through the air. He stood at the center of the chaos, his silver mask gleaming as he observed his masterpiece. "I never needed to steal it. I just needed to understand it. And now I do."

Caerus clenched his fists, fury coursing through his veins. His clone, a twisted version of himself, stood only a few paces away—its dark eyes gleaming with the same demonic light that had haunted him in the mirror days before. But the clone was more than just a reflection of his darker half. It embodied his complete duality—angel and demon, light and shadow.

Cluster's voice dripped with satisfaction as he continued, “What I’ve created is not just a copy. It’s a being greater than you. It doesn’t carry your doubts, your weaknesses. It is the ultimate form of you, Caerus Divinus-Celeste.”

Without a word, the clone lunged forward, wings snapping open in a flash of movement. Caerus reacted instinctively, summoning his golden shield, but the clone’s strength was terrifying. With one blow, the shield cracked, sending a pulse of energy reverberating through the room. Caerus staggered back, eyes wide. His own power was being used against him—stronger, faster, more lethal than he could have imagined.

Heid gritted his teeth, eyes flashing as he prepared to join the fray. “We need to take Cluster out. He’s the key to stopping this.”

“No.” Caerus’ voice was tight with concentration as he blocked another powerful strike from his clone. “This is my fight, Heid. If I don’t stop it now, we’ll never-”

Before he could finish, the clone struck again, this time bypassing Caerus’ defenses. A blinding light filled the room as the clone slammed him into the ground, the sheer force of the impact shaking the library to its foundations. Caerus groaned, his wings trembling under the strain.

“Do you see now?” Cluster’s voice cut through the chaos. “You cannot defeat perfection. Your creation is a shadow of what you could be, but my creation—your clone—is flawless.”

Caerus struggled to his feet, his golden eyes flickering as he summoned every ounce of his power. He could feel it—the divine energy of his angelic side and the dark, overwhelming force of his demon half. For so long, he had fought to control both, to keep them in balance. But now, they felt unstable, ready to tear him apart from within.

With a roar, Caerus lashed out, his wings exploding in a wave of golden light, but the clone matched him blow for blow, effortlessly absorbing the attacks, deflecting each strike with cold precision. The battle raged on, the two identical beings locked in a deadly dance of power and destruction.

But despite his determination, Caerus was losing. The clone was too strong—too perfect. Every strike he landed drained him more, while the clone remained unshaken, relentless in its assault. The demon side of him, the dark power, screamed for release, but even that wasn’t enough.

Heid, watching in horror, couldn’t take it anymore. He charged forward, eyes blazing with demonic energy as he raised his power take a shot at Cluster, who stood smugly at the center of the storm. But just as Heid’s power released, Cluster vanished, slipping into the shadows as if he were never there.

“Heid, don’t—” Caerus gasped, but it was too late. With one final, devastating blow, the clone struck Caerus down, his body crashing to the ground, his wings crumpled beneath him. The world seemed to still for a moment, the weight of defeat pressing down like a suffocating shroud.

The clone, its eyes cold and emotionless, turned toward Heid.

“Caerus!” Heid shouted, rushing to his fallen friend’s side. But before the clone could advance, a sharp blast of energy shot through the air. Heid had unleashed a wave of dark fire, forcing the clone to retreat momentarily. He didn’t have much time.

“Heid...” Caerus struggled to speak, his breath ragged. “You... you need to get out. We can’t win like this.”

“No,” Heid growled, gripping Caerus by the shoulder. “I’m not leaving you behind. We fight together, remember?”

But as they struggled to regroup, a low, mocking laugh echoed through the room. Cluster reappeared, his silver mask gleaming in the darkness. “I’ve won. I know everything about you now, Caerus. The clone is just the beginning. You are not the destroyer anymore—he is.”

Before Heid could strike again, Cluster snapped his fingers, and a portal tore open behind him. “You can run, but this world... it’s already mine. The creatures from my universe will soon spill into yours. And when they do, not even your prophecy will save you.”

With a final, chilling smile, Cluster and the clone vanished into the portal, leaving only a rift in their wake.

Breathing heavily, Heid hoisted Caerus to his feet. “We need to go. Now.”

Caerus, weakened but alive, nodded, his eyes filled with a grim determination. They fled the school, the demonic creatures from Cluster’s universe already beginning to crawl through the cracks in reality.

For now, they had escaped. But the battle was far from over. Cluster’s words echoed in their minds, haunting them with the knowledge that the ultimate creation had been made. Caerus had been defeated by his own dark reflection, but this wasn’t the end.

As they retreated into the shadows, Heid knew one thing for certain: the fight for their universe had only just begun. And it was a fight they couldn't afford to lose.