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Nebulantus Vescari

Home of the Ethereal's

Perpetual Year 0

Giah sat on his Emerald Throne staring out upon the infinite, his chessboard set next to him as pieces moved on their own. Games won, Games lost, it was no stranger to him.

Mortal Life after all was all just a massive Game of Kings, a game of chess to him. He watched as worlds were born and then imploded on death. It was tiresome to watch everything over, and over, and over, and over, AND OVER again. For once he wished he had some measure of entertainment, he opened a window to his wife Kurumi and smiled to himself her beauty was unmatched by her ruthlessness and motherly care for their daughter Mikoto, the Black Rock Shooter. Today, however, not even his beloved wife seemed to bring him any measure of entertainment.

His brothers were no better either as they constantly fought each other, Zefiron fought against Vorkantus, the Sapphire Sultan, repeatedly. As they fought the Cosmo's birthed from their chaos spread far and wide, the shards of Zefiron's hardened skin flying all across to land on new planets to create the land and boiling rock while the strands of Vorkantus' hair became the waters of life and the oceans. They embodied the eternal cycle of birth, death, rebirth, and chaos.

A cycle Giah was beyond.

He knew this very well, he and Kurumi. Their daughter too was beyond the cycle, the Onyx Princess was a living Force of Destructive Nature. Giah laughed at the bodies Mikoto left in her wake, to date she was the only demi-immortal to face off against some of the multiverse's strongest warriors and come out on top, to say that she could take on Warhammer 40k's universes Space Marines may be an overstatement but it would have been entertaining to watch. Giah rubbed his eyes in his boredom, he used to have unrestrained fun amongst mortals he used to be called Loki, Set, Shigorath, and other unheard deity's that it made him belly laugh. Grabbing an old picture of his friends, a set of mortals he had seen through multiple universes, he was drawn to them, amazed by them. They were close to his heart like his Kurumi, he'd bring about the end of all reality to protect them.

Setting the picture down, Giah stretched himself out planning to go down to the world of mortals, maybe cause some chaos for shits and giggles when a golden stream flew past him. Nothing came through his realm, not even Vorkantus' hair, but this strand stunned him, "Unused Chronological energy," he muttered to himself reaching out and grabbing the strand sitting back on his Emerald Throne looking through it. They were anomalies, random creations that shouldn't exist. Worlds were created revolving around one boy, a boy he met before on Terranova after the Convergence.

Izuku Midoriya.

He smiled seeing all the anomaly worlds, normally he would erase them from existence to watch the energy go to his chest board to make new pieces to replace others, but this strand intrigued him.

No, it entertained him.

Different stories for this one boy, millions upon MILLIONS of outcomes. This was glorious and Giah wanted this, he needed this.

Rubbing his chin, Giah thought it over weighing his options, on the one hand, he could have fun and create something for once that wasn't a chess piece. On the other hand, it would mean risking his beloved's wrath. Kurumi had a nasty temper for those who broke her trust, he had seen those moments and the bodies left in her wake spoke for themselves. Even for an Ethereal like himself, her temper made him shudder in fear, he knew well to avoid her wrath, but events like this strand are rare and it would likely never happen again. He sighed and smiled this would be signing a wrath warrant from his wife but it would be worth it to him, "Kuru might be mad at me for this one, but I can't not, can I?"

Giah jumped into the strand right into a newly created world.

MHA Universe 2577

Japan

Year Unknown

It was a cold day in this world, Giah had to summon his long overcoat after putting on his checkered hat, oh how he missed being amongst mortals.

He walked down the street scanning the area looking for the one woman to begin the story he wanted to craft, Inko. In no uncertain terms did he love Inko, no. She was the catalyst, the beginning, and through her, she could create his little piece on a new chess board. Spotting her in the crowd Giah walked his way towards her and tapped her shoulder, "Excuse me miss," he asked grabbing her attention, "I seem to be lost could you direct me to the nearest café?" He did not a coffee nor did he need directions, he just needed direct contact with her. With getting Kurumi pregnant it was more passionate, with Inko it would be less that and more magical, he could weave the story in any way he saw fit. Consequences be many in his case if Kurumi ever found out and boy would she once this child came to look for him, that was inevitable.

"There is a cat café just around the corner sir," Inko said her arm brushing against him and pointing towards the café.

Contact achieved, everything required was taken care of. Giah smiled and bowed his head kissing her hand, "Thank you miss."

Inko felt her ears get hot and nodded her head before leaving as quickly as she met him. Giah smiled as she left his left eye glowing lime green rewriting her memories of meeting him as her meeting Hisashi, he got what needed to be done, done. Now it was the waiting game, to watch his son, his prince be born and become even greater than All Might.

The Jade Prince shall come.