The Necrosword thrummed with more power as it devoured a part of Knull to heal him. As if that was not enough, the five Celestials he had killed and turned into his symbiotes came back to him and were absorbed into his blade.

"For eons have I pondered on how to make sure I will never lose should a situation arise where I was freed. EONS! And you think, what? That the impressive combined might of your allies will trump me for a second time? PREPOSTEROUS."

The veins around the blade grew into a red pulsating fleshy membrane and spread towards Knull, dressing his wounds and giving him an ominously black armor with red veins around it.

Matching his get up, my axe appeared in my hands glowing red as I tapped into the Null attribute of my powers.

Knull's eyes glanced towards my axe for a brief moment before settling down on me and the two giant Celestials surrounding him.

Scanning the wounds on my body, I found out that it was reacting to Knull's All-black and the areas around it were getting an ash pale looking as if the cells there were dying slowly despite my best efforts.

Knull had to die soon for this stalemate to be broken and for a side to win an advantage. With that directive in mind, I charged at him and clashed our weapons together only for All-black to fizzle out smoke and pulsate violently as if it had been hurt, which it had.

This was a trial for me in regards to me using the Null attribute in battle and I can say the first try was a glaring success.

I sent out a slash mixed with Null, Space and Reality powering it, towards Knull at close range which blocked most of his escape route as he would face Celestials at any turn which left him with the only choice of stopping it head-on, a decision that caused his treasured blade to cry out in agony.

I could see the way his fangs gritted against each other as he stared at me with renewed hate, one I reciprocated without even trying. He howled in a bestial shout and rabidly pursued me only to have Tiamut bar his path with the growing Celestial punching forward with his cosmic-clad fist which seemed to bring down gravity and dim out of the lights around us.

Knull attacked the incoming fist only to have Arishem blindside him the moment his sword clashed with Tiamut's protected fist with a double-fist punch to his skull that sent him flying upwards due to the fundamental law manipulation on my part only for me to appear before him with a space lock that he fell for only to have my axe, with its disproportionate gigantic bladed edge, pierce completely through his body and sent out an explosion of power that sent him tumbling back downwards towards Arishem and Tiamut who were ready for his arrival with cosmic beams on both hands while I complimented them with a Null blast fueled by all the volatile abilities in my arsenal.

The blast was so strong that it completely threw us galaxies away from ground zero but unfortunately for Knull, I wasn't about to give him any kind of respite. Ignoring the pain that bled through the wounds on my body, I layered my course midair and made a complete 180 for Knull. "Don't let up!" I shouted to the two Celestials and started my follow up attack as I dived head first into the raging explosion while firing energy blasts at Knull who was still under the pain of the joint attack.

Knull forwent all forms of reason and thrashed around like a mad dog, attacking anything that came within a specific distance with him, making it a little harder to advance freely.

"Press on, Draul." I heard Arishem's voice and saw him blast ahead of me straight into Knull, suffering deep slashes from the Necrosword but he didn't relent, keeping his momentum until he entangled with him in a fisticuff bout which would have been comical given their varying sizes had this been any other time.

Seeing Arishem tank all Knull's wild attacks with his huge body, Tiamut who had warped directly after Arishem's chase formed a blade of highly condensed pure cosmic energy and severed the hand with which Knull held his Necrosword and pushed the blade towards me only for it to disappear as I banished it into a dead universe bereft of life, the very one Tiamut had used for his emergence.

With the slew of fluid actions and movements that all happened within the span of a few fractional moments, we ganged up on the disarmed Knull and pommeled the living hell out of the Void God.

His strength and attack potency plummeted down a deep trench after he lost his other bladed half and subjected himself as the recipient to the rage fueled and completely apathetic attacks of his three assailants.

[General POV]

It was as if the four of them lost all inhibitions of reason as three of them descended on Knull with every mode of attack that flowed into their movements.

They paid no attention to themselves or the void around them as they crashed through suns and planets, setting a galaxy on fire as they flashed past it. Foregoing every sense of caution in regards to injuries sustained, they punched and hacked at Knull while he did the same to them, fighting them to the bitter end as he struggled to equally dish out whatever he received.

They broke through numerous spatial points in the midst of their fight and laid waste to intergalactic empires but none cared in the slightest.

They had all undergone a transformation during their tumble; Knull no longer looked humanoid as his entire figure had changed to a formless mass of darkness that formed tentacles to attack, while the two Celestials on the other hand, Arishem and Tiamut, had golden cosmic energy cascading their huge form, with Tiamut shining the brightest due to his golden armor.

Draul on the other hand had huge gusts of red flames seeping through the cracks on his body while also being bathed in the purple glow of the Power Stone. None of them looked good as they had numerous injuries on every part of their body but they couldn't care any more less as all their attention was focused on ending the existence of the Dark God in their arm's reach.

Draul's axe dug into Knull's body for the nth time and causes darkness viscous blood to flow out which caused Knull to cry out in pain only for his voice to be muffled as a golden cosmic mace construct covered his entire face and forced it to bend backwards at sharp angles only for another axe hack to completely obliterate his exposed throat.

Whatever screams he wanted to wail were destroyed along with his throat but even that gained him no pity from the trio.

Grabbing Knull by the scruff of his deformed neck, Arishem warped away while Draul and Tiamut followed immediately after, three of them working in one mind as they got ready to vanquish the King in Black once and for all. Following Arishem, they left the territory of the universe they were in and descended into the void only to have Draul's darkness cover them to prevent Knull from pulling any sort of escape.

Arriving at the void, Tiamut then opened his hands and a small pebble in it grew large enough that it grew bigger than them – the remains of Klyntar.

"I've severed whatever link he has with the horde so there's no way he can revive through them." Draul said after throwing Knull's Necrosword towards Klyntar's rubble and moments later his body burst out with power, an action mirrored by the two Celestials, while Arishem threw Knull's body towards the debris of the tainted planet.

Space and reality crackled and split as fissures were ripped through them just by the sheer amount of power radiating from Draul, Arishem and Tiamut.

Knull's disfigured and weakened form tried moving towards the direction where he could sense All-black but it could only form thin threadlike tentacles from its body and even if he could move, both he and every single grain of Klyntar's space dust was held by a tight spatial lock from all three of them.

And then judgment was passed…

"Fallen God, Knull. For your terror against life and its multiversal creation, you are forced to answer Oblivion's call. From this moment henceforth, you, Knull, self-proclaimed God of the Primordial Void, will cease to exist as your existence is rendered null and void… A fitting end."

The energy surrounding them further exploded as traces of multiversal laws could be seen on Arishem's body with Tiamut embodying the same thing, while the energy that overflowed from Draul's body seemed to render everything moot. Returning everything to nonexistence.

Truly a fitting end for one such as him.

They each formed an attack that represented their being and fired it off at Knull's resting place at the same time.

No sound was produced as the void and the nature of their attack destroyed it all.

They couldn't hear Knull's final cry as he perished alongside with his prison in the same place he called home. How ironic.

At the wake of the attack, after the light had subsided, nothing was left as the void remained as peaceful as it always was.

They continued looking at the spot they vanquished Knull despite knowing for certain that he no longer existed. They remained like that for quite some time before one of them, not sure who, released their breaths, and like a domino effect, exhaustion washed over them as the after effect of their reckless fighting came at them with full force, causing them to take in deeps breaths, even though they didn't need it, after they released the one they'd been holding in.

Draul was the first to crash as he assumed a sitting position with a solid platform under him as blood dripped from every part of his body. He hadn't been healing as fast as he would have liked during the longer part of the fight but thankfully he figured out a way to battle against All-black's poison by fighting it with his Null.

It was only as the battle got more ferocious that he started seeing the parts of the ability that made it frankly terrifying. Long story short, he'd seen small success in using it to not only erase just the poison but also in erasing other aspects of people like nullifying a part of Knull's resistance to physical force and cosmic energies and even nullifying, or at least part of it, the damage he received. This was just the first battle and he felt like he'd been fighting for days.

He staggered for a brief moment as he tried standing up as a wave of vertigo hit him before clearing off. "We should get moving. Who knows how much time we spent fighting Knull? There are still quite a few things that needs taking care of back in my universe, and judging from how I can still feel it, it's not been destroyed… yet." Draul said right before he punched a hole through the void and shot back into the universe they came from, leaving the two Celestials to follow behind if they wanted to.

Their alliance was made in order to stop Knull from getting stronger and to kill him at the earliest they could afford, which had taken DAYS! Much more if you count the numerous time dilations they went through.

The only good thing that came out of this entire fight was that Arishem was smart enough not to stop him from leaving as he would have faced the full brunt of whatever Draul was feeling at that moment. As far as Draul was concerned, he still had a mission that just got updated with Knull's erasure – fuck up everybody who barred his way.

...

Witnessing the spectacle happening before them, Odin and Zeus felt great trepidation as they beheld the face of the calamity they were about to face.

From the veil ripped asunder came demonic Gods born from the darkest pits of darkness;

The Lord of the Fiery Pits of Damnation and Harbinger of Souls – Satannish.

The Serpent of the End – Set.

The First Demon and He Who Holds the Darkness – Chthon.

And behind them all was a taboo that shook even the souls of Abstracts, The True End, or at least part of it – The Chaos King.

Never had such a lineup of evil beings converged at one place at the same time.

The chaos that flowed out of them was so wrong that weaker men and minor Gods who gazed at them without the required mental fortitude were reduced to madness and had their souls annihilated.

"H-How?" Zeus couldn't believe what his divine eyes showed him that he had to ask Odin, the One-Eyed God, if his sights had failed him.

"By the fathers." Odin muttered under his breath as his sole eye set before him a truth he would have preferred to be a lie, a forgotten nightmare.

The weakest demon among them was Satannish and even he was a serious threat given the energy that he was emitting. This was Satannish in his truest form, having fully stepped inside the universe without an imposition on him.

And then there were two Elder Gods, Set and Chthon.

Not even Odin knew how long he could fare against one. He fancied his chances were better against the first serpent but not against Chthon. He knew he would lose against either but the difference between the two was how long it would take him before he lost.

Stalemating one was possible, defeating on the hand was…

"Why? Why would they come? There is nothing to gain by doing this and there is no way you can tell me it's all because of a mortal." Zeus was beyond enraged as lighting shot out from his body, its light bathing multiple galaxies over in perpetual daylight.

"This is the result of a chain reaction he started. The only reason why I think that that snake and the demon are interested is because this very battle can drown the multiverse in unending chaos and they are staking their bets with their presence, hoping it'll help facilitate it faster." Odin spoke, not minding as other Gods appeared besides him and Zeus.

"All they needed was a reason. The impetus of a joint cause. They each have a separate agenda for being here, but does it matter? Nay. It matters not." As Odin spoke, the spear he held in his hand, the fabled Gungnir, thrummed to life with power unbridled.

"Let the tales be told;

Olden Gods of forgotten might,

Of demons of hellish whisper,

Vainglory and Valor, on which we hath thrived;

Hear me, O ye ballads of unending myths,

With arms drawn, we charge

Though as Gods we rise, as man we fall:

Hear hear~"

"Hear hear!"

Odin's words roused the spirits of all the Gods present and in response to the brave fronts, darkness and lightning roared and with its wake came a serpent. One so mythical and gigantic that the tip of its tail created gusts of winds that broke down planets to dust.

It sprouted seven heads, each one more vile than the other and in each mouth carried curses that would bind even the most mighty of Gods.

Every hiss that sounded from its mouths mocked the very existence of the Gods gathered.

He was Set, the deceiver; also known as the Serpent God of Death. The fate that finds us. The snake that binds us.

Odin with his Gungnir, Zeus with his Thunderbolts, along with a host of other Gods from other pantheons, each armed with their divine armaments, charged at the greatest representation of death they would ever see with determination bleeding through their hearts.

Satannish growled as hellfire flowed from both his mouth and the scar that ran through them. He didn't care about what the others wanted as all he cared for was reducing this stupid universe to a molten slug.

He also would partake in the feast before him and feed on the souls of Gods to get stronger which was something everyone here was very interested in, except maybe him.

As far as he knew, those two Elder Gods wanted to nourish themselves with the souls of these Gods and then use their newfound power to fan the chaos that was already wrecking the multiverse even further.

And to achieve that, they needed him to truly descend.

The true Oblivion.

"Your soul is mine!" Satannish howled in delight as his fists smashed into the face of the first Goddess and killed her immediately while his other face ripped apart her soul and fed on it.

"You were banished from this reality once before, so it shall be again." Odin's voice boomed with power as he confronted Set while Zeus made his way towards Chthon who just stood still and had nothing from the beginning.

"How foolish of you, Odin. You think this pitiful attempt of yoursss will amount to anything? You think the ssssacrifices that are constantly being heaped on your head will sssuddenly be worth it when you triumph?" Set mocked as his other heads fired cursed breaths at the Asgardian Allfather.

Holding Gungnir with a strong grip, Odin cut a downward slash that shot a crescent energy blast towards the incoming foul breaths of Set.

BOOOM!

Odin charged at Set with a cry. "Standing on this battlefield is no God. Just an old king and a mighty warrior. I will repay their sacrifices by decorating the halls of Asgard with your hide." His mastery and familiarity with Gungnir needed no complexity except the most basic of swings and slashes, cutting down anything that dared bar his path from the snake.

Set let out an amused chuckle as he saw the fire that burned in Odin's eye. From his body, reptilian beings of different types emerged and charged towards the army of Gods and warriors making their way towards their creator.

"Begone!" Power erupted from Odin's voice that vaporized all the scaled monsters that were unfortunate enough to be in the range of his power. "Ha!"

In front of Odin's spear slash, Set let a great hiss and swing his tail to collide with Gungnir with the Allfather being pushed back in the confrontation.

Set's hiss grew in intensity as he saw a little graze on his tail from the Allfather's spear, meanwhile Odin's face became harder as he felt the hardness of Set's skin vibrating from his weapon to his hands.

"I've decided. Sssince you fear the fabled Ragnarok ssso much, how about I reenact it for you? What do you say, Odin?" He snarled and taunted Odin as venom dripped from his mouths.

"Let not the name of mine people slither through your foul tongue, ye serpent." Odin disappeared and appeared above one of Set's heads quicker than the Elder God could react and brought down his spear with rage unto it.

PIERCE!

Half of Gungnir's bladed edge sank into the skull of Set's head making the great serpent hiss out in pain, only for it to increase to a full blown howl as Odin channeled his energy through the spear and blasted it into the head on which he stood upon.

Magic rolled off of Odin as he drew upon the greatest power of Asgard, the Odinforce, and wielded it in a bid to slay this fat assed snake, even if he died doing so.

*Cough cough*

Zeus coughed as blood leaked through his lips as he once again picked himself to face off against Chthon. The demon clad in red with a giant book at his side.

From his connection to his people, he could feel their lives being reaped with every passing moment, both God and soldier. He was lucky they faced off against the threat out in the void of space because had this been Olympus, all of his people would have been massacred, dying meaningless death.

His children were fighting, some alongside him while others faced off against lesser threats and his heart gripped.

Facing off against Satannish was the white haired Goddess of the Sky, Gaea's chosen, alongside the son of Odin, Thor. Their battle was quite personal as he could feel the rage and hate both the Goddess and Satannish held for each other.

The only thing saving them was that he was still yet to step in, mostly likely because of the army of Celestials that were trying to fix the veil as if their life depended on it, because it actually did.

Wielding his authority of Order, Zeus commanded the universe for his people to be healed and it was so while he cackled with divine lightning as he once again prepared to face off against Chthon.

No words needed to be said between the two of them since it was visibly apparent what they thought of each other – a dead God.

Zeus traversed the distance between him and Chthon in but an instant as the world before him changed with every step he took.

CRACK!

God's wrath met the devil's magic, creating a blistering heat that wouldn't lose out to the hottest star out there, obliterating everything that was too close to them.

Zeus punched at Chthon only for his fist to impact against a dark barrier that cracked upon contact but that wasn't enough to stop his momentum.

He channeled more of his lightning through his body and the cracks on the barrier increased until it started giving away.

The moment the barrier fully broke, Zeus wasn't given the time to celebrate his little win before a kick was sent to his stomach that seemed to wring out everything in his stomach as he shot backwards and disappeared into the distance in a flickering light.

"Futility is the only outcome when the weak oppose those above them." Chthon's words never got the chance to fully spread in the void as it was overshadowed by a boisterous shout of thunder before a fist impacted the side of his face faster than he could react to and sent him stumbling back.

Zeus stood with an impassive face as all semblance of an emotion was erased from his mind. This was his authority of Justice taking control of him after he made the decision to vanquish the foe before him at all costs, regardless of any sacrifice he had to make.

Despite the change in Zeus, Chthon remained unfazed as the only thing that was the surge of darkness from him.

"Struggle. Fight. Desire victory. Sacrifice all your limbs even. It will achieve nothing. I had created my first demons before any of your kind emerged from our embers. Maybe I should show you… what despair looks like." Chthon said as another book emerged at his other side and flipped through pages on its own. "Don't die yet, little Zeus."

Zeus didn't grace his mockery with an answer and blitzed himself towards him with his Thunderbolt ready for his strike only for him to slow down as reality around him changed.

He found himself in a red realm of pure destruction and chaos that even his Thunderbolt's resplendent light dimmed.

"Welcome, to the place I set my throne upon. Otherwise known as your deathbed."

Zeus turned fiercely as Chthon's voice reverberated through the entire realm but he couldn't locate him, that was until he looked upwards.

Taller than the highest peak on which Olympus was seated, Chthon's massive form covered the entire red lightning-filled sky which caused Zeus' impassive façade to break like the expression of a hurt child.

"Do you feel it yet? What you feel right now is mostly confusion and a fervent rejection of the current reality. Let me change it to despair for you."