Chapter 1: The Revure and the Pokémon Trainer
A man by the name of Kanuroth the Grand was passing by. He had a tall stature with a beautiful body, and if that wasn't enough to grant him whoever he wanted, he was the king of the Primordians - Revure, so he was called - and his empire spanned from the Paradise of Boredom, Berry Bitty City, in the south, to the chill yet utterly useless (unless he needed ice for his head) Penguin Island in the north, and from the Pokémon World in the west to Traverse Town in the east.
Now, a girl noticed him walking by, but she didn't bother him, as many tended to do with the royal strongman (as he was called after he singlehandedly defeated a monstrous being called the Amotish Thurt, which had 30 arms and legs each and at least twice as many sets of teeth.) He, knowing she was kind enough to not bother him, flexed his muscles before the crowd of fangirls and said, "If you don't mind, I must get going." He approached her, and said, "Hey. I saw you earlier. By chance, what's your name?" She was too surprised by the fact that she, a mere Trainer going on a journey, was being talked to by the king of not just Primordia, but also the very world on which she stood: the Pokémon World! She finally mustered the courage to speak, and said "Bianca... Why must you ask, great lord of Primordia?", to which he replied, "I believe fate brought me here: finally, someone who respects my position of awkwardly gawking at my own body!"
She gave her thanks, and this would be the start of a romance known to all the Omegaverse - for their child would be Sephiroth the Bold, mightiest entity in Universe 128, and greatest Revure since Hiko'ota declared himself Revure over 30,000 years ago. That, my dear reader, is none other than me. I shall tell you a tale of a multiverse so vast, no mortal has ever taken it for himself in its entirety, and the beings within it.