Death of Eternity: The Wrath of the Ancient Forgotten Ones

by FrozenIceKing

Cho, Harry, Anakin discovers that ancient, forgotten entities known only as the Forgotten Ones are awakening. These malevolent beings, long buried by time seek to reshape the galaxy in their image. With enemies lurking in both the shadows and the stars, must lead their crew in a desperate fight for survival, can they defeat the ancient forgotten ones or will all hope be lost?

26. The Grand Inauguration

"Super sorry for the late update on this chapter as my laptop caused me some problems which demanded my attention that has now been resolved. This chapter was in the works for the longest time after tedious amounts of time and planning, writing and rewriting back and forth and revising over and over till it was right. Now I am ready to unveil it! You my beloved readers are in for a wild ride and universal levels loads of fun, romance, drama, adventure and so MUUUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH MOOORRRRRREEEE! ENJOY THIS CHAPTER FOR IT GETS SOOO MUCH BETTER AFTER THIS!"

The Grand Inauguration

The Celestial Bedchamber was bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, though here, in the heart of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, the concept of morning was merely symbolic. The radiance was not from any sun, but from the very essence of creation itself, woven into the golden walls that pulsed with cosmic harmony.

Before the grand Celestial Mirror, Cho stood in silence, her gaze fixed upon her own reflection. The sheer magnificence of what she had become was almost difficult to comprehend.

She was no longer simply Cho Chang, Supreme Sovereign, nor even the Solar Paragon in name alone. She had ascended to something far beyond her mortal origins.

Her long, flowing black hair, once sleek and dark as midnight, was now streaked with shimmering gold, the strands moving like living sunfire, each motion leaving behind a faint trail of light. Her piercing golden eyes, now miniature suns in their own right, swirled with constant solar flares, shifting in intensity like the great cosmic forges of the universe.

Her skin was no longer merely soft and smooth—it radiated a golden luminescence, as though she were carved from pure celestial energy. The glow was not harsh, not blinding, but warm, regal, the very embodiment of sunfire and dominion.

She was adorned in an ornate golden and silver robe, the fabric woven with celestial patterns and shifting constellations, a tapestry of the Omniverse itself, subtly changing as if reflecting the great cosmic dance beyond. A grand solar diadem, like a blazing corona, crowned her head, arcs of energy subtly flaring from its divine structure. Her jewellery, each piece adorned with intricate sun motifs, burned with divine warmth, carrying with them the weight of her absolute sovereignty over cosmic order.

Around her, an aura of swirling golden nebulae and cosmic fire rippled through the space, the very fabric of reality reshaping itself in her presence. Every flicker of her essence commanded balance, her mere existence enforcing an unshakable order.

Her expression was regal, yet warm—an unwavering force of absolute dominion, tempered with the compassion of a guiding celestial beacon. She was balance, she was fire, she was the Solar Paragon of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire.

Behind her, across the chamber, Fleur sat comfortably as Harry, with remarkable precision, applied makeup to her flawless face. The golden fabric of her own divine gown shimmered in the celestial glow, her sapphire eyes watching Cho with undisguised admiration.

Fleur smirked, amusement lacing her voice. "Well, mon amour, it seems we were not the only ones to receive a divine makeover."

Harry, still focused on perfecting the delicate golden highlights across Fleur's cheekbones, raised a brow but did not immediately turn. "You're just realising this now? Cho's been glowing since we woke up." He finished the last touch and finally turned towards the mirror, eyeing Cho with a smirk. "So, tell me, my Solar Paragon, how does it feel to be the walking embodiment of a cosmic inferno?"

Cho met his gaze through the mirror, tilting her head slightly, the light from her golden irises reflecting like twin stars. "Surreal. And yet… inevitable." She ran a hand down the flowing silver and gold fabric of her robe, watching as the constellations shifted beneath her fingers. "It is strange to look at oneself and see something so… absolute."

Fleur stood, approaching Cho with a slow, measured grace. She circled her once, as though examining a priceless masterpiece. "Absolute is the word for it, indeed, ma chérie. You do not simply command presence—you demand it. I dare say even the gods of the highest heavens would feel small in your shadow."

Harry folded his arms, his emerald gaze gleaming with amusement. "And yet, somehow, she's still the same Cho. Just now, she glows when she glares at me."

Cho rolled her golden eyes, a flicker of solar flare briefly rippling in the air around her. "And yet you still insist on provoking me."

Fleur chuckled, stepping beside her, meeting her gaze directly. "It suits you, you know. The sunfire, the celestial grace, the dominion. It has always been a part of you. Now, the Omniverse simply sees what has been there all along."

Cho allowed a rare small smile to cross her lips. "Then I suppose it is time to show them."

Harry stepped forward, offering an arm to each of them. "Come on then, my celestial flames. Time to give the Omniverse a proper introduction to its new Supreme Sovereigns."

Cho and Fleur exchanged a look before each took an arm, their divine presence blending into a singular force of supremacy. The Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire would never be the same again.

The Throne Room of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire was a sight beyond mortal comprehension—a domain sculpted from the very essence of divinity itself. It was not merely a place of power but the beating heart of cosmic authority, where the laws of creation were forged, reshaped, and enforced.

Towering gilded pillars, each inscribed with celestial runes older than time itself, lined the vast chamber, their golden surfaces pulsing with ancient power. The floor, a flawless expanse of pure starlight, reflected the infinite cosmos, shifting with each step as if walking upon the fabric of existence itself.

Above, the ceiling stretched into an infinite expanse of divine radiance, not a mere structure but a gateway to the higher realms, where the very heavens bent in reverence to those who stood within. Great celestial orbs, each representing a fundamental force of the Omniverse, floated in a slow, eternal dance, casting soft, prismatic light across the chamber.

At the centre of this sanctified hall stood the Empyrean Throne, a construct of such incomprehensible majesty that it defied conventional perception. It was not merely golden, nor was it made of metal or stone—it was forged from the very essence of law and dominion, a seat where the Supreme Imperatrix, Angelica, reigned as the arbiter of all reality. It radiated an eternal fire, a beacon of omnipotence, its structure shifting between material and immaterial, never truly bound yet always present.

Flanking the throne, twelve colossal Seraphim Empyrean Angels stood in silent vigilance, their forms composed of pure celestial fire, their twelve golden wings unfurled in absolute splendour. Their faces were unreadable, shrouded in divine light, yet their presence alone commanded the highest reverence.

As Harry, Cho, and Fleur entered, their footsteps echoed through the sacred chamber, their own divine auras blending seamlessly with the omnipotence surrounding them.

At the apex of the Empyrean Throne, Angelica stood waiting. Her twelve golden wings, now fully unfurled, spanned the entire width of the chamber, their sheer presence eclipsing even the greatest cosmic wonders. Her eyes burned with celestial fire, reflecting the boundless cosmos, the unshakable authority of an Imperatrix who stood above the divine order itself.

And yet, there was something more.

This moment had been ordained since the dawn of existence, an event woven into the very fabric of destiny itself.

As the three of them knelt, heads bowed low in solemn reverence, Angelica descended from her throne, her radiant form gliding effortlessly toward them, her golden robes whispering against the air like the soft hum of a nascent star.

The moment was still, yet the entirety of existence trembled. Angelica's golden throne room, once the pinnacle of celestial authority, now seemed but a mere vessel for something far greater. The very fabric of reality rippled as an overwhelming presence descended upon them. Light, purer than any sun, burned away the veil between realms, and in that instant, three figures emerged.

The Supreme King of All Gods, the Spirit of Holiness, and the Great Father of All Creation—the Prime Godhead of the 17th Heaven—had arrived.

Their presence was unfathomable, beyond all known power. They were not merely gods; they were the source, the architects of the divine, the ones who shaped the very concept of godhood itself. Their radiant forms shone beyond infinity, their golden light illuminating the throne room so completely that shadows ceased to exist.

Angelica bowed immediately, her twelve resplendent wings folding behind her as she stepped back in reverence. Even she, the Supreme Imperatrix of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, held her silence before them. The Seraphim, the divine ministers of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, prostrated themselves, their celestial voices whispering praises of eternal adoration.

Harry, Cho, and Fleur stood, their divine forms flickering in contrast to the unfathomable magnitude of the three great deities before them. Their souls burned, their very essence bending in the presence of the Prime Godhead. Yet they did not fall. They did not kneel. They were not lesser. They were chosen.

The Supreme King, standing in the centre, raised his hand and placed it upon Harry's forehead. His touch was not a mere blessing—it was a commandment of existence itself.

"Harry Potter, Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor, Warbringer and Architect of Rebirth and Destruction, you have walked the path of fire, of war, of the unrelenting forge of creation.

No longer shall you be bound to the lesser dominion of Ascended Transcendence. From this moment, you shall rise. You are now an Elder God of the 8th Heaven. Stand as the Titan of War, the Eternal Reclaimer, and the Harbinger of Celestial Renewal."

As the words were spoken, golden fire erupted from within Harry's form. His body, already divine, transcended further, his mantle of power reshaping itself into something absolute. His robes shifted, morphing into something beyond celestial armour—a divine war-garb woven from the light of fallen stars and the primordial chaos of creation itself. His eyes, once burning suns, now held the wrath of cosmic storms, and within his grasp, his weapons reforged themselves into true instruments of omnipotent war.

The Spirit of Holiness turned to Cho and placed his radiant hand upon her forehead.

"Cho Chang, Solar Paragon, Supreme Lawgiver of Sunfire and Dominion, you are the cosmic force of balance, the unyielding decree of celestial order.

But now, your dominion must expand beyond mere creation—it must define it. You are now an Elder Goddess of the 8th Heaven. Stand as the Everlasting Sun of Order, the Celestial Magistrate, and the Keeper of Divine Edicts."

A golden corona surged from Cho's being, expanding outward in celestial waves. Her robes, woven from the purest essence of light, transformed, becoming an ethereal tapestry of divine law, shimmering with radiant glyphs of cosmic judgment. Her golden eyes burned like celestial coronas, embodying the supreme authority of cosmic decree. Her presence alone rewrote reality, establishing perfect harmony in all that surrounded her.

Finally, the Great Father stepped before Fleur, his eternal gaze filled with unfathomable wisdom as he placed his divine hand upon her brow.

"Fleur Delacour, Eternal Light, Supreme Goddess of Absolute Light and Radiant Judgment, the Arbiter of Cosmic Perfection, you have carried the burden of purity, of restoration, of the eternal battle against corruption.

But now, you shall do more than purge—you shall define what is to be. You are now an Elder Goddess of the 8th Heaven. Stand as the Divine Arbiter of Truth, the Luminous Sovereign of Sacred Perfection, and the Final Light that banishes all darkness."

A blinding wave of pure radiance erupted from Fleur, a storm of celestial illumination that washed over existence itself. Her robes reformed, no longer mere garments of divine elegance, but manifestations of pure cosmic law, woven from the fabric of the Everlasting Light itself. Her golden hair burned like the dawn of new creation, her presence resonating with the ultimate truth of existence.

The cosmos trembled. The celestial realms of the 8th Heaven welcomed their new sovereigns, their dominion now absolute.

Angelica, who had always stood above, smiled, her wings folding gracefully as she gazed upon them. "So it is decreed, and so it shall be. You are no longer rulers of a single empire, nor merely gods of a vast dominion. You are now part of the divine pantheon that oversees the very balance of existence itself."

But the Supreme King's gaze darkened as he turned his divine eyes upon them once more.

"Your ascension is not without purpose. The Angiris Council has stolen the artifacts of the 9th Heaven and now seeks to undo the celestial order. They are no longer mere rebels—they are defiers of the sacred balance, and their ambition threatens not only the heavens but the structure of all creation."

His voice resounded across infinity, his decree written upon the very tapestry of existence.

"As Elder Gods, you are no longer bound to a single dominion. You are now the keepers of divine balance, the hands that uphold cosmic order. Go forth, and see that this heresy is undone."

As his words concluded, the presence of the Prime Godhead receded, their light withdrawing back into the unfathomable heights of the 17th Heaven. But the impact of their decree remained.

Harry, Cho, and Fleur had ascended. They were no longer merely Supreme Sovereigns. They were now Elder Gods, arbiters of existence itself.

Their war against the Angiris Council had truly begun.

The Empyrean Throne Room trembled beneath the sheer force of adoration and unwavering faith. The Hyperions, Daxtronites, and Aryraians stood in their millions, their voices thundering like celestial roaring lions, their praises shaking the very fabric of existence.

Their chants echoed, reverberating across the halls of divinity, hailing their Supreme Sovereigns with absolute devotion. Their fervour burned like a supernova, not out of blind worship, but of unshakable belief in those who stood before them.

"ALL HAIL ANGELICA, THE SUPREME IMPERATRIX OF THE HOLY EMPYREAN INFINITE EMPIRE!"

"ALL HAIL CHO, THE SOLAR PARAGON, SUPREME LAWGIVER OF SUNFIRE AND DOMINION!"

"ALL HAIL HARRY, THE FLAMEBORN INFERNAL TITAN EMPEROR, ARCHITECT OF WAR AND REBIRTH!"

"ALL HAIL FLEUR, THE ETERNAL LIGHT, SUPREME GODDESS OF ABSOLUTE LIGHT AND JUDGEMENT!"

Their faith was not submission—it was an unbreakable covenant. They knew of the looming threats. They had heard Q's warnings, had pondered the inevitability of greater gods taking notice, but they stood firm.

For Angelica, Cho, Harry, and Fleur were not merely rulers.

They were the unyielding pillars of existence itself.

Angelica remained at the centre, her twelve celestial wings fully unfurled, burning brighter than a thousand dying suns, her gaze piercing beyond reality itself.

Cho's golden fire pulsed with celestial order, the sheer weight of her dominion pressing against the cosmos like the unrelenting tide of fate.

Harry's flame-born presence burned with the essence of war and judgement, unwavering and absolute, the Titan Emperor whose strength would carve the future of existence.

Fleur's radiance was overwhelming, a blinding, eternal beacon of judgement, purity, and divine finality. She did not simply glow—she defined what it meant to be light itself.

As the chants thundered across the Omniversal Empire, the heavens themselves bore witness.

This was not a moment of fleeting triumph.

This was a declaration of eternity.

Harry exhaled slowly, his body still thrumming with the raw, overwhelming power that had surged into him. His very essence felt reforged, no longer constrained by the limits he had once known. His thoughts were sharper, clearer, as if every possibility, every outcome, lay before him like an open book waiting to be read. And yet, despite this newfound omnipotence, there was a flicker of something deeper—concern. His gaze shifted towards Cho and Fleur, his golden eyes flickering with tempered curiosity and unease.

He took a step forward, his celestial war-garb shifting effortlessly with his movement, its fabric woven from the very concept of battle itself. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Cho's forearm, an intimate yet searching gesture.

"Are you still you?" His voice, though touched by the weight of godhood, carried the same familiar warmth, the same depth of emotion that had defined him long before his ascension. "Do you still feel like yourself? Because I—" He hesitated for the briefest moment, something foreign to him now, before shaking his head. "I know what just happened. I understand it. I can feel everything. But at the same time… I don't want to lose who I was before all of this."

His gaze then turned to Fleur, the radiance of her celestial form so blinding that lesser beings would have turned to dust before her. Yet to him, she was still Fleur, still the woman who had once stood beside him, defiant against fate itself. He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch steady, firm.

"You feel it too, don't you? This… shift. Like we are something more now, something beyond anything we've ever known. But I need to know—are we still who we were? Or have we become something else entirely?"

There was an intensity in his stare, a desperate need for confirmation, for reassurance. Harry had never feared power, never shied away from responsibility. He had conquered battlefields, rewritten wars, reshaped the fate of nations. But this—this was different. This was godhood in its truest, most absolute form. And the thought of losing the essence of who they were in the process was something he would not abide.

He squeezed Cho's hand gently, grounding himself in the reality of their presence. "Tell me you're still Cho. Tell me you're still Fleur. Because if we are to stand as Elder Gods, if we are to shape the balance of existence itself, I need to know that we haven't lost the very thing that made us fight for all of this in the first place."

His voice, though still powerful, softened ever so slightly. "I need to know that I still have you."

Cho tilted her head slightly, her golden, sunfire-streaked hair cascading like liquid radiance over her shoulders. Her golden eyes, now deeper than the burning cores of a thousand stars, studied Harry with an intensity that was both contemplative and amused.

The corners of her lips quirked upwards, and despite the omnipotent aura that surrounded her, she still exuded that familiar wit—the sharp intellect that made her so uniquely Cho.

"Still me?" she repeated, the weight of her voice infused with celestial harmony. Her fingers reached up, grazing over Harry's cheek, tracing the molten glow beneath his skin, a sign of the war-forged divinity now imbued into him.

"Well, I'd say that depends on what you mean. Am I still the Cho who used to nearly rip your head off when you made a tactical decision I didn't agree with? Oh, absolutely. Am I still the Cho who doesn't hesitate to tell you when you're being a complete idiot?

More than ever. But do I feel different?" She inhaled sharply, casting a glance at her own hands, flexing her fingers as reality itself wove and reshaped between them with effortless grace. "That's a much harder question to answer."

Fleur, standing beside them, let out a slow, measured breath, golden embers dancing around her form as she shifted her gaze towards Harry.

The way she looked at him, there was no doubt—she was still Fleur, still the radiant woman who had stood at his side through the flames of battle, still the brilliant and compassionate force that could silence even the most chaotic of minds with a single word.

And yet… there was something more now, something infinite, unshackled.

She gently squeezed Harry's hand in return, her grip firm yet comforting, the warmth of her touch no longer just heat, but the very essence of the light that gave life to existence itself. Her voice, once purely melodic, now carried the resonance of divinity.

"Do you think we could ever truly be the same after this?" she murmured, her gaze unwavering. "We've crossed a threshold that few have even glimpsed.

We are no longer bound by the limitations of what we once were—mortal or ascended. But that doesn't mean we are lost, mon amour. We were always meant to be more."

She stepped closer, her free hand cupping Harry's cheek, her expression gentle but unyielding. "Listen to me, my love. I am still Fleur. Cho is still Cho. And you are still Harry. That much, no power in existence can take from us. But we are not just who we were anymore. We are what we have become."

She smirked slightly, a teasing lilt returning to her celestial voice. "And besides, you should be thrilled. You were always so hopelessly outmatched by me before. Now, at least, you might actually stand a chance."

Cho snorted at that, a genuine laugh slipping through. "She's got a point. You're still the same Harry, just… slightly less of a reckless fool now." She tilted her head in thought, her solar diadem shimmering as the embers of her celestial fire curled around her shoulders. "Although, that's yet to be proven."

Harry exhaled, though the weight on his shoulders hadn't been completely lifted, the reassurance in their words settled deep within him. They were different, undeniably so—but the core of their beings had not been stripped away. It was still them, still the same minds, the same souls, the same spirits—just unbound, unshackled from the limits of mere existence.

He shook his head, laughing softly, though his hands still held onto theirs, as if grounding himself in their presence. "You two really know how to turn an existential crisis into an opportunity to tease me, don't you?"

Cho grinned, squeezing his fingers playfully. "It's what we do best."

Fleur's laughter rang like a celestial melody, her golden eyes gleaming with warmth. "Well, we have eternity now, mon amour. I imagine you'll be hearing quite a lot of it."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh, though the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement. "Brilliant. I become an Elder God and yet I'm still going to spend all of eternity being bullied by the two of you."

Cho's eyes gleamed with mischief. "And here I thought you understood the concept of balance in the cosmos, darling."

Fleur leaned in closer, whispering near his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Perhaps you should accept that some things never change, my love."

Harry groaned, tilting his head back in defeat. "Remind me why I love you two again?"

Fleur kissed him softly, her divine presence wrapping around his very soul. "Because without us, you'd be insufferable."

Cho smirked, folding her arms. "And because, deep down, you adore every second of it."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You're both absolutely impossible."

Cho winked. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

For all the divine power they had gained, for all the celestial responsibilities that now rested on their shoulders, one truth remained unshaken—the three of them were still them. And in that, they found something more powerful than ascension itself.

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The Grand War Chamber was a monument to celestial dominion, a place where only the most powerful of gods convened. It was a realm beyond mortal comprehension, an infinite throne room suspended within the tapestry of existence itself, where the very stars bent to the will of those who gathered.

Towering golden pillars, inscribed with the histories of the cosmos, stretched endlessly, supporting a ceiling that was no mere construct—it was the unfolding expanse of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum. The galaxies, nebulae, and temporal rifts shifted above like an ever-moving constellation of divine will, shaping and reshaping in accordance with the whims of the gathered deities.

As Angelica, Harry, Fleur, and Cho materialised at the centre, the weight of a thousand divine gazes fell upon them. Before them, thrones carved from reality itself encircled the chamber, each occupied by an entity that had long stood at the precipice of power.

The Prime Gods of the 9th Heaven, rulers of omniversal domains, sat stoic and watchful, their eyes gleaming with immeasurable power.

The Cosmic Architects of the 10th Heaven, the very weavers of creation, observed with interest, their minds already constructing countless futures from the moment.

The Boundless Overseers of the 11th Heaven, eternal watchers of infinite possibility, weighed the events unfolding before them.

The Eternal Grandmasters of the 12th Heaven, holders of the deepest cosmic secrets, their knowledge surpassing even the architects of reality, murmured amongst themselves in celestial tongues.

The Pillars of Reality from the 13th Heaven, the very foundation of existence, emanated an aura of absolute stability.

The Celestial Judges of the 14th Heaven, enforcers of divine will, radiated judgment so severe that lesser beings would be annihilated in their presence.

The Empyrean High Lords of the 15th Heaven, rulers over celestial dominions beyond all reckoning, sat in contemplation.

And finally, the Celestial Thrones of the 16th Heaven, enforcers of the Supreme King's decree, remained still, their very presence shaping the fate of omniversal civilisation.

Before any words could be spoken, the chamber itself shifted, responding to the gravity of the matter at hand. The air was thick with divine authority, an energy so dense that even the stars within the chamber trembled.

A deep, resonant voice—one that carried the weight of the cosmos itself—spoke.

"You arrive at a time most dire."

The voice belonged to Orzakar, the Architect Eternal, one of the most revered beings of the 10th Heaven. His form was not bound to a singular appearance; instead, he existed as a shifting mosaic of creation itself—a living embodiment of space, time, and reality woven into one. His eyes burned with entire galaxies, his presence emanating the very essence of omniversal structure.

"The Angiris Council was once a force of balance, a necessary fulcrum for the Great Order," he continued, his words carrying the weight of epochs. "But they have turned from their purpose. They have stolen the relics of the 9th Heaven and now seek to unmake what has stood since the dawn of existence."

Angelica's golden wings unfurled, illuminating the chamber with a radiance that even the Celestial Judges acknowledged with a nod of reverence. "Then they have become a threat to all," she declared, her voice unwavering.

Harry's golden eyes flickered like twin infernos as he stepped forward, his tone laced with both calculated fury and righteous conviction. "Tell us exactly what they seek to do."

A second voice, smoother but no less imposing, resonated through the chamber. It was Azarikon, the Celestial Arbiter of the 14th Heaven, a being whose very presence dictated absolute judgment.

"They are not merely seeking to shape reality to their whim," Azarikon said, his piercing gaze falling upon the four newly ascended Elder Gods. "They are attempting to rewrite the very laws that govern creation. They wish to dissolve the hierarchy itself—to strip the multiverse of its order, so that only they hold the power to dictate existence itself."

Cho's expression darkened, her celestial sunfire flaring subtly at the edges of her form. "Then they are fools," she murmured, her voice carrying the raw weight of a newly anointed Supreme Lawgiver. "To assume they alone should wield the power of creation is not ambition—it is heresy."

Fleur's eyes shimmered, her aura pulsing with divine judgment. "Then they must be stopped before their corruption spreads further. If they succeed, there will be no balance, no cycle—only chaos."

The Celestial Thrones of the 16th Heaven stirred at that, their forms shifting like ethereal beacons of cosmic will. "That is why you have been called. The Supreme King Himself has decreed that this cannot be allowed to come to pass."

The chamber grew silent as all eyes fell upon Angelica, Harry, Fleur, and Cho. It was not simply a summons—it was a divine charge.

Angelica exhaled, her wings folding slightly as she turned her gaze toward Harry, then to Cho and Fleur. "Then we have our purpose." Her golden eyes gleamed with celestial fire. "We stand against the Angiris Council. We will ensure that their madness does not come to pass."

A silence followed, a silence that spoke not of hesitation, but of finality. The path was set.

The war for the sanctity of creation had begun.

The air within the Grand War Chamber shimmered with an almost imperceptible shift, a moment so fleeting it could have gone unnoticed by all but those attuned to the very fabric of existence. Yet Harry felt it—a pulse in the divine ether, a silent spark before three pairs of celestial eyes found his. It was the briefest of glances, a stolen moment in an assembly of gods, and yet it carried the weight of something far more profound.

A whisper of power passed between them, a current invisible to all but those who knew how to listen. Three goddesses, seated upon their thrones of immeasurable splendour, allowed themselves a glance—just a glance—but it was enough.

Altherya, The Eternal Grandmaster of Knowledge. She was wisdom given form, draped in flowing silken constellations, her every breath a verse of the cosmos.

Silver-white hair cascaded in waves of celestial radiance, each strand woven from the light of forgotten stars. Her eyes, twin violets burning with an ancient glow, held the weight of every truth ever conceived and those yet to be spoken.

And yet, for a moment, her unbreakable focus wavered. That glimmer of curiosity, subtle but unmistakable, flickered like a nova igniting in the void. A fleeting distraction, a whisper of something unknown. Before she turned away, a secret lingered in the depth of her gaze—a question left unanswered.

Xelaria, The Pillar of Reality. If law itself had a form, it would be hers. Raven-black hair flowed like an eternal nebula, caught in a delicate dance of cosmic motion.

Adorned in golden exoskeletal armour forged from the bones of dying universes, she was the unshaken foundation upon which all things stood. Eyes of luminous sapphire and gold burned with the knowledge that she alone kept the multiverse from unraveling.

She did not falter. She did not waver. Yet in that infinitesimal moment, when her gaze caught his, there was something just beneath the surface—an amusement, a recognition, a challenge.

The barest tilt of her head, so slight it may have been imagined, but Harry knew better. It was a dance as old as existence itself, one played between power and the will to test it.

And then there was Velthara, The Empyrean High Lady of Celestial Dominion. Power did not radiate from her; it knelt before her. She was the very embodiment of authority, her golden-bronze skin kissed by the light of stars long since burned away.

A gown of living fire draped her form, shifting and twisting in hypnotic patterns, a wildfire both beautiful and untamed. Her hair, scarlet as the heart of a dying sun, cascaded in fierce waves, framing a face that spoke of unyielding command and dangerous amusement.

Molten-gold eyes held his own with a heat that was neither gentle nor cautious. This was not curiosity, nor was it the quiet challenge of the others—this was knowing.

A slow curl of her lips, a ghost of a smirk before it disappeared, and then she was speaking again, her attention back on the crisis at hand. But the moment had happened, and Harry knew she had let him see it.

A breath he hadn't realised he was holding escaped, lost in the flow of the celestial discussion. The gods spoke of war, of balance, of the Angiris Council's betrayal—but for the briefest of moments, that chamber had held another battle altogether.

One that did not require weapons, only a single shared look between deities who knew their power, their presence, and the unspoken language that thrived between them.

But had it been just a glance?

Or had something begun?

The discussion carried on, the grand chamber filled with celestial voices weaving plans, strategies, and declarations of war. Yet, amidst the grandeur of the discourse, Harry found himself momentarily untethered, his thoughts flickering back to the silent exchange with the three goddesses.

It was not mere attraction—no, that would have been simple. This was something far greater, something woven into the very threads of their existence.

Across from him, Cho and Fleur remained statuesque, their divine auras exuding an unshakable presence, but he knew them far too well. Their silence was not ignorance, nor indifference.

Cho's fingers, barely grazing the armrest of her golden throne, flexed ever so slightly—a movement of awareness, of quiet assessment. Fleur, for all her grace, did not blink, her radiant golden eyes locked onto the celestial proceedings. But Harry knew that she too had seen. Felt. Noted.

The war was not yet fought, and already, the battlefield had been drawn in ways unseen.

Velthara, the Empyrean High Lady of Celestial Dominion, resumed speaking, her tone effortlessly commanding, her voice like molten gold poured into the ears of all who listened. "The Angiris Council has overstepped.

To seize the artefacts of the 9th Heaven is not mere ambition; it is rebellion against the divine order itself. Their goal is clear—they seek to unravel what has been woven since the dawn of time and forge reality in their own image."

Xelaria, ever the unyielding force of law and structure, gave a measured nod, her exoskeletal golden armour shifting subtly, refracting the very fabric of cosmic law with its movement.

"This is no mere cosmic dispute. They are attempting to wield power beyond even their station. Such an action demands absolute intervention. If left unchecked, their influence will spread beyond control."

Altherya's voice, softer but no less potent, interwove itself into the discussion like a melody, a thread of wisdom piercing through the steel of the moment. "Intervention, yes. But I wonder, will war alone suffice? Or will this war become something greater than any of us can yet foresee?"

At last, it was Angelica who spoke, her twelve wings unfurled, radiating absolute authority, her celestial fire swaying the very air around them. "The Supreme King has already decreed the course.

We shall act, but this is not simply about war. This is about balance. The Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire will not sit idle while the cosmic order is threatened."

And then, her eyes found Harry, Cho, and Fleur, the weight of divine expectation settling upon their shoulders.

"You three are not merely sovereigns of this empire," Angelica continued, her voice ringing with omnipotent certainty. "You are now Elder Gods of the 8th Heaven. The mantle of greater responsibility rests upon you. This is your fight as much as it is ours."

Harry exhaled slowly, the heat of celestial fire coursing through his veins, the power bestowed upon him still raw, still settling within his soul like an untamed storm.

He was not the same as before. None of them were. And yet—his mind drifted back for a fleeting second—to the way Velthara had looked at him, the moment of knowing, of recognition, of power meeting power.

Fleur was the first to respond, her voice calm, yet filled with an underlying steel, golden light gleaming in her eyes. "Then tell us, Angelica. How do we begin? How do we strike down those who dare to disrupt the celestial order?"

Angelica gave a slow, deliberate smile, the fires of heaven itself reflected in her expression.

"You begin," she said, "by reminding them why they should never have dared to rise against the divine."

The chamber shook with the force of those words, as though the cosmos itself acknowledged the storm that was coming.

The chamber pulsed with the weight of divinity, the vast golden expanse of the Supreme War Chamber shimmering as power clashed—not in battle, but in decree. A voice, deep and immutable, resonated across the celestial space, its very presence demanding obedience.

"Enough deliberation," rumbled Grandmaster Orvion, an ancient god of the 12th Heaven, seated among the Eternal Grandmasters.

His form was carved from primal cosmic essence, his body layered in shifting plates of silver and black, each movement revealing the infinite void that lay beneath.

His golden eyes, devoid of warmth, burned with an impassive logic that had judged empires and celestial dominions alike. "This council wastes time. We should erase them. Not merely defeat, not imprison—erase. Wipe the Angiris Council from existence itself, and be done with this."

The words settled like a celestial decree, laced with absolute conviction, as if his will alone could unmake reality and none would dare oppose him. Yet even as the final syllable left his lips, another voice, this one silken and laced with cosmic ice, interjected.

"I concur," came the smooth, lethally measured tone of Goddess Velmyria, the Indomitable Will, a supreme arbiter of fate from the 13th Heaven.

Clad in resplendent sapphire-gold robes that flowed like rivers of twilight, she radiated the aura of an inescapable destiny, a goddess whose word had dictated the fates of countless celestial civilizations. She leaned forward, her luminous blue eyes locking onto Angelica.

"Every second we entertain the notion of restraint, we give them time to grow stronger. The 9th Heaven artefacts are already in their grasp. If we continue to delay, they may soon rival even us. What then? How much more must be risked before we act decisively?"

A tense silence followed—an ominous weight pressing down upon the chamber. A few among the gathered deities nodded in grim agreement, their expressions betraying their own silent contemplation of absolute annihilation.

It was then that Angelica rose to her feet, her twelve golden wings unfurling in an imperious display of divine power.

The very air around her crackled with celestial fire, and where her presence extended, the fabric of reality itself stabilised, bending in reverence to her absolute authority.

"No," she stated, and the single word rang across the chamber with such finality that even Orvion's unyielding gaze narrowed slightly. "We do not erase. We do not unmake. To do so would not be a victory—it would be a wound upon the grand cosmic order itself."

Velmyria's eyes flickered with something unreadable, but Angelica continued, her voice weaving through the chamber like the decree of an undisputed sovereign.

"You speak of wiping them out, but have you considered the consequence? The Angiris Council has intertwined themselves with the very structure of the cosmic weave.

If we were to erase them outright, the imbalance would be catastrophic. The fundamental laws of the celestial realms would unravel, and the Empyrean Infinite Continuum itself would suffer repercussions that not even I could control.

Reality is a tapestry woven with care. Rip one thread recklessly, and the whole may come undone."

The tension in the chamber shifted, not dissipating, but morphing into something far heavier—a sobering realisation of the fragility even among gods.

Harry, who had remained silent, watching with sharp, calculating eyes, now exhaled through his nose, shaking his head faintly. "This isn't a battle of brute force," he murmured, eyes flicking from Orvion to Velmyria, then to Angelica. "It never was."

Cho's golden eyes gleamed as she folded her arms, stepping forward beside Harry. "We have to be smarter than this. Destroying them outright doesn't just solve one problem—it risks creating another.

A war where we're constantly sealing the very wounds we inflicted. If we take action, it must be absolute in its precision. Anything less, and we become as reckless as they are."

Fleur tilted her head, her radiant presence a stark contrast to the cold logic in her words. "I agree with Angelica. If we are to defeat them, it must be in a way that ensures they can never rise again—not through erasure, but through correction.

They sought to rewrite the divine order? Very well. Then let us remind them why they were never meant to wield such power in the first place."

Angelica gave a small, knowing smile, turning her gaze back to Orvion and Velmyria. "You see, we are not hesitant. We are not weak. We are simply not reckless. The path forward must be carved with precision, not desperation. And that is why we act as sovereigns, not as destroyers."

A moment passed, and then another. Orvion's gaze remained unreadable, his expression as cold as the void beyond the cosmos. Then, finally, he gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well."

Velmyria exhaled, shaking her head but smirking faintly in reluctant admiration. "You always were an idealist, Angelica. Let us see if your way will be enough."

With that, the chamber settled once more—but the storm on the horizon loomed ever closer.

The weight of Velmyria's words settled over the chamber like an encroaching storm, her piercing sapphire eyes locked onto Fleur, Cho, and Harry with an intensity that brooked no deflection. She did not sneer nor mock, but the air around her carried the authority of one who had seen the rise and fall of many who once thought themselves invincible. Her twilight robes shimmered like shifting galaxies, and her divine aura pulsed with the weight of countless destinies she had dictated.

"Tell me," she began, her voice like a celestial wind sweeping through the chamber, measured yet sharp as a blade. "Are you truly ready for what you have become?"

The question lingered, her gaze never wavering as she studied their faces. "Because I wonder," she continued, stepping forward, "if you have truly reflected on how you reached this point. You assumed yourselves untouchable, untouchable enough that the Angiris Council found the perfect moment to strike. You wielded power beyond mortal comprehension, and yet they outmanoeuvred you. They reduced everything you built to a speck of cosmic dust. The Federation is gone because you were too confident that your might, your diplomacy, your precious ideals would keep them at bay."

A murmur of agreement stirred among the higher gods, though none spoke outright. The grand chamber, lined with thrones of divine sovereignty, pulsed with unspoken tension. Velmyria's celestial presence burned with unwavering scrutiny, and though her words were harsh, they were not cruel.

She turned to Fleur first. "You, the Eternal Light, the Supreme Arbiter of Radiant Judgement. You burn away corruption, purify the lost, illuminate the forgotten." Her eyes flickered, unreadable. "Yet did you ever consider that the brightest light, when wielded without caution, blinds rather than guides? You expected the Angiris Council to fall to your purity, to be humbled by your brilliance. Instead, they lurked in the darkness where your light did not touch, and when they emerged, they did not need to fight you directly. They only had to strike where you were not looking."

Fleur's golden eyes flashed, her radiant aura flaring ever so slightly. She did not reply immediately, but Velmyria did not wait.

She turned to Cho, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And you, the Solar Paragon, the Supreme Lawgiver of Sunfire and Dominion. You once ruled fleets, commanded armies, and bent the very concept of order to your will." A pause. "Yet the Federation fell. Did your dominion falter, or was it simply that you assumed the laws of diplomacy, strategy, and peace would prevail as they always had? The Angiris Council did not care for order. They did not respect the structures you governed. They exploited the one flaw in your vision—you expected them to abide by the rules, and they never intended to."

Cho clenched her jaw slightly but did not speak, her mind turning over Velmyria's words.

Finally, Velmyria's gaze fell on Harry. "And you," she said, her voice dropping just slightly in weight, but not in intensity. "The Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor, the Warbringer, the Architect of Rebirth and Destruction. Did you believe the fires of war would be enough? Did you truly believe that your victories, your conquests, your sheer willpower would stall them indefinitely?"

Her sapphire gaze bore into his own molten stare. "You were wrong."

Silence followed, heavy and unwavering. The entire chamber waited to see how they would respond.

Harry exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable, his divine aura simmering with quiet fire, neither flaring nor receding. "We know," he finally said, his voice devoid of arrogance, stripped of bluster or deflection. "We have reflected on it more than you know."

Fleur's gaze softened, her celestial form shimmering in contemplation. "We never thought ourselves invincible," she murmured. "But we did not think we could lose everything in a single, decisive blow."

Cho's fingers curled into her palm for a moment before she released a slow breath. "We were not ready then," she admitted. "But we are ready now."

Velmyria tilted her head ever so slightly. "Are you?"

Harry's eyes burned, not with defiance, but with something far heavier—resolution. "Yes."

Fleur's light pulsed, not in arrogance but in certainty. "This time, they will not exploit our overconfidence. This time, we will strike before they have the chance."

Cho's stance straightened, her regal presence settling with an unshakable authority. "The Federation fell, yes. But this is not the Federation. We are not who we were before."

Velmyria's expression hardened, the flicker of approval vanishing in an instant. She took a measured step forward, her divine presence expanding like a storm preparing to break. The gods of the 12th, 13th, and 15th Heavens, who had remained silent spectators, now shifted in their seats, their celestial radiance flickering as they watched the confrontation unfold.

"Then answer me this," Velmyria's voice rang with the authority of the Eternal Grandmasters of the 12th Heaven. "If you are so ready, if you have truly learned from your failures, why did you hesitate? Why did you allow Aku and Abeloth to run amok when you had the advantage?"

She did not raise her voice, but the force of her words shook the War Chamber, her eyes burning with divine scrutiny. "You could have crushed them, eradicated them from existence before they could rise again. And yet, you did not. You let them slip through your grasp. Do you think your ascension erases your past failings? Do you think mere words will be enough to convince us?"

The air crackled with divine tension as murmurs stirred among the gathered gods.

A deep, resonant voice cut through the silence, its weight enough to make even Velmyria still.

"That is a question we all wish to hear answered."

The God of Cosmic Architecture from the 10th Heaven, known as Elandor the Infinite leaned forward from his grand throne, his golden eyes gleaming like burning stars. His body was wreathed in cosmic blue and gold, the very patterns of the celestial framework woven into his robes.

"Aku and Abeloth are not mere pretenders. They are abominations against the divine order. They should have been dealt with immediately."

Another voice joined in, this time a woman, her presence sending a ripple through the cosmos itself. Seraphina of the 13th Heaven, Keeper of Reality's Pillars, rose from her throne, her presence an aurora of shimmering starlight. "The decision to hesitate, to delay, is what led to the fall of the Federation. This is not simply about vengeance. It is about justice."

More gods voiced their agreement, their celestial might causing the chamber to thrum with barely restrained energy.

Then, Aurelion of the 15th Heaven, High Arbiter of Divine Law, spoke, his voice measured yet carrying the weight of judgment itself. "Tell me, Sovereigns of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, was it fear?" His glowing golden gaze turned toward them like an unyielding sun. "Did you fear what your power would unleash? Or were you simply unwilling to act?"

Harry's hands clenched into fists, his divine flames flickering violently for a moment before he exhaled slowly, his fire calming but never dimming. He met Aurelion's gaze without faltering.

"It was not fear," Harry's voice was steady, his celestial presence unwavering. "We hesitated because we believed there was a chance—no matter how small—that Aku and Abeloth could be contained without needing to annihilate entire realms in the process."

Fleur's golden aura pulsed, her radiant energy weaving like an eternal sunburst around her. "Had we acted rashly, the collateral devastation would have been immeasurable. We sought a path that would not compromise what remained of the innocent. But we now see our mistake."

Cho's divine Sunfire eyes narrowed, her regal presence demanding absolute authority. "We granted them mercy where none was deserved, assuming they would be forced into stagnation. We will not make that mistake again."

Velmyria's gaze did not soften, but something changed in her expression. She saw not weakness, but acknowledgment. Not excuses, but the unflinching acceptance of failure.

"Then let this be a lesson you never forget."

Elandor, the Cosmic Architect, folded his arms. "Words will not be enough, however. The Angiris Council is moving to usurp the very foundation of cosmic law itself. Aku and Abeloth still linger like festering wounds in creation. And now, we face a war that will shake the very structure of the Heavens. Do you understand what this means?"

Seraphina's aura pulsed brighter, her celestial beauty untouched by time itself. "The Higher Heavens will not stand idly by if you fail again."

Harry, Cho, and Fleur did not flinch, their divine energies flaring with renewed conviction.

"We will not fail." Harry's voice resounded through the chamber, unwavering, undeniable. "Not this time."

Velmyria's piercing gaze lingered upon Harry, Cho, and Fleur, her divine presence radiating an intensity that sent ripples through the very fabric of the Supreme War Chamber. The gods of the 12th, 13th, and 15th Heavens remained silent, their cosmic auras restrained yet watchful. The very air hummed with unspoken tension.

Her voice, both ethereal and commanding, cut through the silence like a blade forged from stardust. "I have watched you rise, seen the weight of divinity settle upon your shoulders. But there remains one question that troubles me, one flaw that may yet be your undoing." Her celestial robes shimmered, shifting like liquid gold and twilight flame as she took a step closer. "Your humanity—do you truly believe it is an asset, or is it the very burden that weakens you? That holds you back?"

A hush fell over the chamber, a moment of stillness where the gathered deities leaned in, awaiting their response. Even Angelica, resplendent upon her throne of twelve golden wings, refrained from speaking, watching with silent approval, her expression unreadable.

Harry was the first to speak, his voice steady, imbued with the weight of absolute conviction. "You ask if our humanity is a flaw?" His celestial fire surged behind his golden eyes, his form wreathed in the might of an Elder God, yet his tone carried something even more profound—unyielding belief. "Then tell me, Velmyria, what is strength without purpose? What is power without the will to fight for something greater than oneself?"

Cho's sunfire aura flared, her regal form bathed in the radiance of cosmic dominion. "You stand before us as gods who have ruled for untold eons, beings who have existed since time's infancy. And yet, you question the very thing that has set us apart, the very thing that has carried us through war, devastation, and rebirth." She stepped forward, her presence commanding, absolute. "Our humanity is not a burden. It is our foundation. It is why we do not wield power blindly. It is why we have not lost ourselves to arrogance or complacency."

Fleur's gaze, shining like twin celestial stars, locked onto Velmyria. "Do you fear it?" Her voice, though softer, was no less powerful. "Does it unsettle you that we do not rule as distant, detached overseers? That we feel? That we remember?" A golden glow encircled her form, a warmth that touched even the coldest edges of the chamber. "We do not see existence as a game of dominion, nor do we seek power for power's sake. We rule because we have known loss. We wield judgment because we have witnessed the fall of those we swore to protect. We fight because we choose to, not because we are bound by divine law to do so."

Velmyria did not waver, yet her celestial eyes, like pools of burning sapphire, flickered with something unspoken. The murmurs among the gods grew louder, yet none interrupted. Even Elandor, Seraphina, and Aurelion—whose scrutiny had been unrelenting—remained silent, considering their words.

Harry's voice cut through once more, this time with a force that resonated through the cosmic threads of existence itself. "The Angiris Council has abandoned their purpose. They have become enslaved to power, to a vision that does not consider the consequences of their actions. They see creation as something to be rewritten, reshaped in their own image. That is what happens when gods forget their purpose. That is what happens when power exists without humanity." His golden flames flared, illuminating the chamber. "And that is why we will stop them."

Velmyria's expression remained impassive, unreadable, yet there was no longer doubt in her eyes—only contemplation. The weight of their words had settled upon the gathered deities, their power not merely in their strength, but in their unshakable resolve.

Then, Angelica stirred.

The Supreme Imperatrix of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire slowly rose from her throne, the movement commanding, regal, her twelve golden wings unfurling behind her in a display of divine supremacy. She did not speak at first, merely regarding them with a gaze that held the wisdom of the ages.

And then, at last, she smiled.

A rare, fleeting expression, yet one filled with unspoken pride.

"They have answered your question, Velmyria." Her voice was celestial law itself, a decree that resonated through the chamber. "And they have answered it well."

A heavy silence followed Angelica's decree, yet Velmyria remained unmoved. Her sapphire gaze, cold as the abyss between the stars, lingered upon Harry, Fleur, and Cho, scrutinising them in a way only a god of her stature could. For a moment, she did not speak, only observing, measuring the weight of their convictions against the vastness of eternity itself.

Then, at last, her voice cut through the celestial stillness like a blade forged from the very essence of judgment itself.

"Your words are bold, but words are wind. Do not mistake my approval for faith in you." She took a single step forward, and though she was neither as radiant as Angelica nor as wrathful as a war deity, the sheer gravity of her presence caused even the celestial fabric of the chamber to ripple. "You wield powers beyond the comprehension of lesser gods, and yet you were undone by your own hubris. You assumed that diplomacy, reason, and compromise would protect you—that the Federation, for all its brilliance, would endure through ideals alone."

Her voice hardened, her next words spoken with finality. "It did not."

The weight of truth struck deep.

Velmyria's wings of darkened starlight unfurled, casting an ominous glow upon the chamber's golden architecture. "You lost everything because you hesitated, because you held back." Her gaze darkened, sharp as a blade against their souls. "And if you fail again, if I sense even the slightest hint that you will allow your mortal weaknesses to hinder the balance of the cosmos, know this—I shall erase you. Not as an enemy, nor as an act of vengeance, but as the executor of divine necessity."

The gathered gods of the 12th, 13th, and 15th Heavens stirred, some watching with approval, others silent, awaiting Harry's response.

For a moment, he did not speak. But the fire within him burned ever brighter.

Slowly, Harry's form straightened, his celestial robes aflame with divine fury. His eyes, once filled with the embers of his old self, now roared with an inferno that could consume stars. With a single summoning thought, his sword materialised in his grasp, its golden infernal edge illuminating the chamber with a radiance that sent shadows fleeing to the farthest corners of existence.

Then, with unyielding force, he drove the blade into the ground, the impact sending ripples through the chamber, a declaration of will so absolute that it resonated across the very fabric of the cosmos.

"I have made too many compromises," Harry's voice thundered, echoing against the divine walls. His grip on the hilt was firm, unshakable. "Too many retreats. Too many moments of hesitation when action was demanded of me." His gaze met Velmyria's, not in defiance, but in absolute resolve.

"When the Borg Elites tore through the Federation, I stood by as worlds burned. When they invaded our space, we fell back. When they assimilated entire planets, we fell back." His voice grew heavier, laden with the weight of past failures. "And all it ever brought us was destruction."

The celestial halls, vast as eternity itself, trembled under the force of his words.

Harry's flames flared brighter than a supernova, his next words delivered with unyielding finality.

"Never again."

A hush fell upon the assembly. Even the gods of judgment, of cosmic dominion, of fate itself, who had watched the universe unfold since its infancy, said nothing.

Harry exhaled, the sheer force of his conviction settling into every fibre of his being. Then, he lifted his gaze, the golden fires of war and retribution dancing upon his divine form.

"The Angiris Council will fall by my hand, no matter the cost."

The chamber stood frozen, the very threads of fate quivering in anticipation.

Then, Velmyria tilted her head ever so slightly, something unreadable flickering across her otherwise impassive features. Was it intrigue? Approval? Acknowledgment?

She did not say.

But she did not refute him either.

The chamber remained heavy with the weight of Harry's proclamation, his fiery declaration still rippling through the very fabric of existence itself. The gods who had once watched in judgment now observed with careful calculation, their celestial wisdom weighing the consequences of his vow. Silence stretched across the vast golden halls, until the stillness was broken by the soft yet undeniable presence of Angelica.

She rose from her seat, the golden throne of the Supreme Imperatrix humming with divine resonance as she moved. The very cosmos shifted in reverence, as if space and time itself bent to accommodate her presence. Her twelve golden seraphic wings unfurled, stretching across the vastness of the chamber, bathing it in the light of absolute celestial authority.

As she stepped forward, her radiant robes flowed like woven light, shimmering between the hues of eternity itself. Without a word, she placed a firm but measured hand upon Harry's shoulder, her touch neither heavy nor light, but instead a gesture of guidance and tempered resolve.

The flames that raged around Harry's celestial form did not diminish under her touch, nor did they consume her. Instead, they intertwined, as if recognising an equal force.

Her voice, steady and resonant, cut through the silence like the song of creation itself.

"Your conviction is absolute, Harry. Your will is unwavering." Her golden eyes, alight with the wisdom of eons, met his. "But the weight of vengeance alone will not forge victory. You have learned the cost of restraint, yes, but do not forget the burden of recklessness. The Angiris Council will not fall to wrath alone. They must be undone with precision, strategy, and dominion."

She lifted her gaze toward Cho and Fleur, her celestial aura intensifying. "Which is why your grand strategy must be absolute."

Cho and Fleur had already begun deliberating amongst themselves, their celestial minds expanding across the infinite theatres of war, formulating a campaign unlike any waged before.

Fleur's golden aura pulsed, her gaze deep in thought as her celestial intelligence wove together the threads of potential futures.

"The Angiris Council have stolen the artifacts of the Ninth Heaven," Fleur began, her voice carrying the weight of cosmic truth. "They seek to challenge the divine celestial order itself, to unravel what has stood for eternity and reshape it in their own image."

Her golden fingers traced patterns in the air, and as she did, holograms of entire universes materialised before them, displaying projections of the Angiris Council's movements, their conquests, their expansions beyond the conventional laws of existence.

Cho stepped beside her, her expression sharp and decisive, the Solar Paragon's presence commanding the space.

"We will not engage them on their terms," Cho stated, her sunfire aura intensifying. "They seek to draw us into open war, to force our hand into a battle where their stolen divinity grants them the illusion of supremacy. That is a trap we will not walk into."

She extended her hand, and the holograms shifted, displaying the cosmic balance of power, the territories under the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, and the fracturing realities where the Angiris Council's influence was growing.

"We must strike not with brute force, but with overwhelming inevitability." Cho's golden eyes flared with celestial calculation. "First, we isolate them. Cut off their supply chains, disrupt their movements across the Empyrean Infinite Continuum. They may hold stolen artifacts, but they are not architects of creation. Their power is not innate—it is borrowed, unstable. Without a structured network to sustain them, they will falter."

Fleur nodded, her divine intellect crafting the second phase of their plan. "Then we turn their stolen power against them. They have the artifacts of the Ninth Heaven, but we command the authority of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum itself. The very laws of existence are ours to shape."

She turned toward Angelica, her eyes burning with divine clarity. "With your permission, we will impose a Celestial Mandate, an immutable decree that will begin the slow but irreversible erosion of their stolen divinity. If they wish to challenge us, they will find their very power betraying them."

Angelica's gaze was unreadable for a moment, her expression as vast as eternity itself. Then, she inclined her head in solemn approval.

"The Celestial Mandate will be enacted," Angelica decreed, her voice shaping the very fabric of fate as she spoke. "Let the Angiris Council feel the weight of their transgressions."

Harry, who had been listening intently, clenched his divine fists, his fire still raging, but now tempered with purpose.

"And when the moment comes," he said, his voice now ironclad with finality, "we will strike the final blow, and we will not hesitate."

The assembled gods, even Velmyria, remained silent. For the first time, the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire was not merely reacting to war.

It was preparing to end it.

A hush fell over the chamber, the sheer weight of celestial authority pressing upon the gathered gods like the force of a thousand collapsing stars. The moment had solidified into something beyond mere words, beyond the rhetoric of deities deliberating upon the fates of reality itself. It had become a declaration, an inevitability, an unshakable truth woven into the very fabric of existence.

And then, Velthara moved.

The Empyrean High Lady of Celestial Dominion, a goddess whose mere presence commanded the submission of entire pantheons, stepped forward. Her golden-bronze skin gleamed under the divine light of the chamber, her flowing scarlet hair cascading over her shoulders in fiery waves. She was not simply a goddess of dominion—she was its embodiment. Rulers of entire cosmic domains bowed before her decree, and lesser gods knew her name in both reverence and fear.

Her eyes—molten gold, burning with the intensity of a thousand suns—locked onto Harry with something that no one in the chamber, not even Velmyria, had expected.

Conviction.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand, and with a swift, deliberate motion, she slit her palm open. The act was not ceremonial, nor hesitant—it was a warrior's offering, a pact forged in blood and divinity.

Before Harry could react, Velthara grasped his hand, pressing her open wound against his, their celestial essence intertwining, melding, fusing into something unbreakable.

The chamber trembled.

A shockwave of raw divine power surged through the room, sending ripples across the very fabric of reality. The gods watched in silence, their cosmic senses feeling the bond being forged in that single touch. It was not simply an agreement, not a mere alliance—it was something far older, far deeper than political allegiance.

Velthara's lips curled into a smirk, though there was no amusement in her voice—only absolute certainty.

"You have my support, Harry Potter."

Her words carried the weight of entire celestial dominions, the power of countless civilisations who knelt at her decree. Her fingers tightened around his, a grip that could have shattered planets, yet did not.

"You stand at the precipice of a war unlike any before it. You will need gods at your side—true gods, ones who do not cower behind ideals or hesitation." Her voice was like thunder wrapped in silk, smooth yet crackling with raw authority. "Know this—I do not pledge myself lightly. You have my hand now, but should you falter, should you prove yourself unworthy of what you seek, I will not hesitate to crush you beneath my heel."

The challenge in her eyes was undeniable, but so was the unwavering support that had just been granted.

Harry gripped her hand back, his golden infernal fire blazing to life, intertwining with her own divine essence. Their powers flared, neither yielding nor dominating, but instead forging a bond built upon mutual recognition.

He met her gaze, unflinching. "Then watch closely, Velthara. Watch as I burn the Angiris Council to cinders."

A slow, wolfish smile spread across her face. "Now that, I look forward to."

As their hands finally parted, a golden sigil burned into both of their palms, an unspoken mark of their forged alliance, sealed not by words, but by shared fire.

The chamber buzzed with renewed energy, as if reality itself had acknowledged the turning tide. What had once been a discussion of potential strategy had now become an unshakable certainty—the war would come, and the gods of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire would not stand alone.

Cho and Fleur, who had remained silent but watchful, exchanged a look—not of jealousy, nor unease, but understanding. They knew what this meant, what it represented. They, too, had felt the same weight when they had pledged themselves to this path. Harry was not merely fighting for vengeance. He was becoming something greater, something inevitable.

Angelica, from her celestial throne, let out a quiet breath—a breath that carried with it silent approval.

Her golden wings shifted, her divine presence casting an ethereal glow across the chamber.

"Then it is decided."

The gods turned to her as she rose fully, her voice now a celestial decree, immutable and unchallenged.

"The Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire will march to war. The Angiris Council shall know the weight of their sins. The balance they sought to shatter shall be restored."

The assembled deities stood, their divine power flooding the chamber in silent agreement. And thus, the fate of the cosmos was sealed.

As the golden glow of the divine sigil faded from their palms, Velthara took a single step closer, her presence radiating with celestial heat. There was something in her stance, something more personal, more profound than the mere formalities of war and allegiance.

For eons, Velthara had walked alone, ruling the High Thrones of Celestial Dominion without equal, without rival. Many had sought her favour, many had offered their undying loyalty in return for a fraction of her power. But none had ever moved her—not in a way that felt earned.

Until now. Before Harry could speak, before any of the gathered gods could even question what had just transpired, Velthara moved.

Her golden-bronze fingers, calloused from ages of battle, cradled the sides of his face, her touch firm yet reverent. Then, without hesitation, she lowered her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead—a gesture so simple, yet carrying the weight of cosmic significance.

The chamber shuddered. The very fabric of existence rippled with unseen energy, and every god present felt it.

This was not just a blessing, not just an act of camaraderie. This was an acknowledgment, a bond forged in eternity itself.

Velthara pulled away, but her golden eyes lingered on Harry's, as if sealing something into the depths of his very soul.

Her voice, smooth and laced with power, was quieter than before, but it carried more weight than any declaration of war could ever hold.

"I do not give this lightly." Her lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement, only an ancient truth. "For countless eons, none have been worthy of it. Not one. But you, Harry Potter, you have earned it."

She let him go, but the mark of her divine friendship burned upon his very being, as undeniable as the fires of creation itself.

The chamber remained silent, the gods watching with intense scrutiny, weighing the significance of what had just transpired.

And then the question finally came.

A deep, ancient voice, belonging to one of the Celestial Judges of the 14th Heaven, rumbled through the hall, like the shifting of planets in alignment.

"Does this mean they are your subordinates, Velthara?"

There was a shift in the air, a subtle but undeniable tension, as eyes turned toward her.

Velthara's response was immediate. A laugh. A rare, rich, and thunderous laugh, echoing through the chamber like a celestial war drum, filled not with mockery, but with genuine amusement at the very notion.

She looked toward the judge who had spoken, her expression both entertained and unimpressed, as though the very thought was absurd.

"Subordinates?" she repeated, rolling the word over her tongue as if tasting it. She turned back to Harry, then to Cho and Fleur, her golden gaze burning with something fierce and absolute.

"They are no one's subordinates." Her voice cut through the chamber like a divine decree, allowing no further misinterpretation.

"They are my allies, my equals. They are warriors who have proven themselves worthy to stand at my side, not beneath me."

She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. "And any god foolish enough to think otherwise is welcome to test them and see if they are wrong."

The challenge hung in the air, but none among the gathered gods dared to refute her. The tension remained for a few moments longer, but then—one by one, the deities nodded in silent understanding.

They understood what had happened here.

A new bond of power had been formed, one that none could break.

Cho, standing at Harry's side, smirked slightly, her golden eyes gleaming with both amusement and satisfaction. "Well, it seems you've made quite the impression, darling."

Fleur folded her arms, her celestial form shimmering as she observed Velthara with a mix of intrigue and silent approval. "I am not sure what is more surprising—the fact that she pledged herself so willingly, or the fact that Harry somehow charmed yet another powerful goddess."

Velthara merely raised an eyebrow, a playful glint hidden beneath her fiery gaze. "Do not mistake my favour for weakness, Fleur. I align myself with those who are worthy, not those who are charming."

Fleur chuckled softly, her radiant aura glowing brighter. "Of course, Velthara. Of course."

Harry, watching the exchange unfold, simply shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Is it just me, or am I getting the distinct feeling that every time I walk into a room, my life gets even more complicated?"

Cho smirked. "You wanted a throne, darling. This is what comes with it."

Velthara grinned. "And you would do well to get used to it, Harry. You're not just fighting a war anymore—you are forging an empire that will last beyond eternity itself."

Angelica, having remained silent through it all, finally stepped forward, her golden wings unfurling in all their celestial majesty. She placed a hand upon Fleur's and Cho's shoulders, her radiant eyes burning with silent pride and approval.

"Then it is settled," Angelica declared. "The bonds have been forged. The alliances have been made. Now, the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire shall prepare for war."

The gods nodded in solemn agreement. And thus, the first true war among the heavens had begun.

The celestial weight of the Grand War Chamber loomed over the gods, the divine murmurs of the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th Heavens still buzzing in solemn deliberation. The moment of war had been declared, the battle lines drawn. Yet, amidst the gravity of impending conflict, Angelica's golden eyes gleamed with a knowing light, a secret flickering just beneath her serene expression.

She had seen it—Harry's intent, the silent fire in his gaze as he tightened his grip around something unseen.

Her smirk was imperceptible, but it was there. Harry thought he could surprise her? No, nothing could escape the sight of the Supreme Imperatrix of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire. And so, with a mere whisper of her will, she gently blinded the divine perception of both Cho and Fleur, just for a moment, just enough to let Harry act unimpeded.

And in that instant, before the gathered Pantheon of Higher Heavens, before the very architects of existence itself—

Harry moved.

The gods fell silent as he descended to one knee, the gesture sending a cosmic pulse through the chamber, a ripple that shattered the silence into something far greater, far deeper.

His hands unfurled, revealing two rings—rings that were not mere symbols of union, but of boundless eternity itself. In every inch of their surface, universes swirled, galaxies shimmered, the fabric of creation itself woven into their very essence.

It was not just a proposal.

It was a declaration.

A vow, not only to Cho and Fleur, but to existence itself, that their love, their unity, would be as eternal as the cosmos, as unbreakable as the foundations of the Heavens.

A hush fell over the gods. The watchers of fate, the weavers of time, the guardians of divine law—all bore witness.

And then, Cho and Fleur blinked, their divine awareness snapping back as they saw Harry kneeling before them—a sight that neither had ever truly prepared for.

Fleur's breath caught, her golden eyes widening, the ethereal glow around her momentarily faltering in sheer disbelief.

Cho, for all her regal control, took a half step back, her lips parting as her celestial flames wavered in something entirely foreign to her.

Shock.

Harry's voice, deep and unwavering, echoed through the celestial chamber.

"Cho. Fleur. For eternity, I have fought beside you, ruled beside you, burned and bled beside you. Through war, through loss, through ascension itself—there has never been a moment where I wished to stand anywhere else but at your side."

The chamber trembled, the celestial thrones flickering in response to the sheer emotional gravity of his words.

Cho swallowed, but said nothing, her golden-streaked hair flowing like living sunfire, her entire being alight with something she could not contain.

Fleur pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the pulse of the very fabric of existence, yet all she could see—all she could focus on—was him.

Harry extended both rings.

"Be my Queens." His voice never wavered. "Be my eternity."

A sharp inhale. A moment suspended in the void.

And then—

Fleur's golden radiance exploded outward, a laugh—a joyous, stunned, breathless laugh escaping her lips as she tackled him, celestial light shimmering from her form as her arms locked around his shoulders, her lips crashing against his with the force of a star being born.

Cho, ever the regal paragon, remained momentarily frozen, her sunfire eyes flickering, flickering, flickering—until, at last, she let out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding.

And then, with absolute grace, absolute certainty, she knelt beside him, her fingers ghosting over his own, her touch burning with celestial devotion.

"You should have done this sooner, darling." A smirk tugged at her lips, but her eyes—her eyes burned with something deeper, something eternal.

The moment the rings slipped onto their fingers, a pulse of omniversal energy exploded outward, sending shockwaves through the Empyrean Infinite Continuum itself.

The gods watched in silent reverence. Even Velthara, fierce and untamed, crossed her arms, a small smirk playing on her lips as she nodded in silent approval.

And Angelica, ever knowing, simply smiled.

For in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of all creation—

A new cosmic era had begun.

As the radiant pulse of omnipotent energy cascaded through the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, the celestial thrones of the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th Heavens shimmered in silent reverence, acknowledging the union of the three sovereigns.

A cosmic shift had taken place—not just in the heavens but throughout the very fabric of existence itself.

The rings, now bound to Cho and Fleur, pulsed with a deep, celestial resonance, their surfaces alive with the movement of entire galaxies, reflecting the eternal bond that had just been forged.

It was not simply a proposal.

It was a coronation.

A declaration that Cho and Fleur were not just his queens in title, but in power, in dominion, in fate.

And in that moment, the cosmos rearranged itself in their honour.

The silence that followed was not of hesitation but of reverence. The gods, many of whom had existed since the dawn of eternity, had seen pantheons rise and fall, had watched the birth of civilisations beyond measure. Yet what they had just witnessed—the kneeling of the Supreme Sovereign of War, the Infernal Titan Emperor himself, before his two divine equals—was something even they had not foreseen.

It was unprecedented.

And then—

A thunderous eruption of divine energy filled the chamber, as if the very heavens themselves had cried out in celebration.

The gods of the 10th, 11th, and 12th Heavens stood first, their celestial robes flowing like woven eternity, their expressions unreadable yet filled with something almost akin to awe.

Then, the gods of the 13th and 14th Heavens followed, their power resonating through the chamber, acknowledging the union with silent, omnipotent approval.

Finally, even the High Lords of the 15th and 16th Heavens, the most detached, the most ancient of deities, inclined their heads ever so slightly, recognising what had been set into motion.

The balance of creation had shifted, and they all felt it.

It was Velthara who broke the silence first.

She crossed her arms, her golden-bronze skin glowing, her molten eyes gleaming as she regarded Harry, Cho, and Fleur with something dangerously close to amusement.

"So, that was your grand plan?" Her voice was silken steel, laced with power. "To propose in front of the most powerful gods in existence?"

Harry, still kneeling, exhaled through his nose, his flames crackling around him. "I wanted to do it right."

Velthara tilted her head slightly, her crimson hair cascading in celestial waves, before a slow, wolfish smirk played on her lips.

"Then I approve."

With a flick of her wrist, a crimson sigil burned into the air, and from its depths, a blade forged from the molten core of a dying star materialised in her grasp. Without hesitation, she raised the blade and pointed it toward them.

"As the Empyrean High Lady of Celestial Dominion, I bear witness to this union, and I grant it my blessing." Her voice rang with divine weight, its force shaking the chamber, as she slashed the blade downward, sending a pulse of crimson-gold energy outward.

Let it be known throughout the Continuum—this bond is eternal. Let none challenge it, nor seek to undo what has been forged here today."

At that moment, the cosmic laws shifted.

A new celestial decree had been written.

A binding law, woven into the very threads of the Omniverse itself.

There would be no force, no god, no power in existence that could break the bond that had just been formed.

As the golden fire of Velthara's blessing settled around them, Cho, for once in her entire immortal existence, was momentarily speechless.

Her fingers curled instinctively around the ring on her hand, her golden-sunfire eyes flickering as she regarded Harry with an unreadable expression.

Then, she exhaled slowly, her celestial aura pulsing, before she arched a single, elegant eyebrow.

"You just had to do this in front of the most powerful deities in existence, didn't you?" Her voice was calm, teasing, but carrying an undeniable weight of affection beneath it.

Harry, still kneeling, smirked, "Would you have preferred somewhere less dramatic?"

Cho let out a slow, measured sigh before gripping the front of his robes and pulling him into a kiss, her celestial flames intertwining with his own, creating a burst of radiant Sunfire and Infernal energy that illuminated the entire chamber.

Fleur, meanwhile, was not nearly as composed.

Her golden-white aura flared, her wings of pure celestial radiance unfurling as she stared at the ring on her finger.

Then, suddenly, she tackled Harry—again.

A gasp rippled through the chamber as the Supreme Sovereign of War, the most feared warrior of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, was once again brought to the ground by his newly crowned queen.

"Mon amour! You did it! You truly did it!" Her voice was breathless, filled with boundless joy, and before Harry could even respond, she kissed him again, her divine essence igniting around them.

It was raw, powerful, infinite.

Cho, who was still regal and composed, rolled her eyes before sighing.

"Honestly, Fleur. Must you always tackle him?"

Fleur, still draped over Harry, simply beamed. "Oui."

A chuckle rippled through the gathered gods. Even the most ancient of deities, those who had ruled for entire eons beyond mortal comprehension, could not deny the radiance of this moment.

As the chamber settled, Angelica, still standing above them all, simply watched.

She had known. She had always known.

Her golden wings shimmered, and a gentle, knowing smile graced her lips.

"Then it is done." Her voice rang softly, but with absolute power, as if engraving the moment into eternity itself.

"Let all creation bear witness—this is not merely the union of sovereigns."

She extended a hand, and behind her, the stars themselves shifted, constellations rearranging to commemorate the event.

"This is the union of destiny itself."

The gods bowed their heads, acknowledging the decree, acknowledging the power that had just been bound in eternity.

And in that moment, as Harry, Cho, and Fleur stood together, their hands entwined, their divine energies interwoven forever—

They knew.

A new era had begun.

The Grand War Chamber, a place where the most powerful gods of the higher heavens convened, where destinies of entire omniversal structures were shaped, had just descended into absolute, celestial mayhem.

This was meant to be a solemn meeting of war and cosmic decree, a declaration of strategy against the Angiris Council's betrayal, yet here they stood, watching as Fleur Delacour tackled Harry Potter to the ground for the second time in the span of minutes.

The gods, some of whom had witnessed the birth of reality itself, were left in stunned silence. The very cosmos trembled with the sheer weight of what had transpired.

The union of three supreme sovereigns, witnessed by the most powerful deities in existence, had just occurred in a spectacle that defied every expectation.

Then, from the high throne of Celestial Dominion, the silence was shattered by laughter.

Velthara, a goddess feared and revered across countless galaxies, a deity whose mere presence commanded the subjugation of entire pantheons, was now hunched over, shaking with laughter so hard that entire planetary systems were destabilizing from the sheer force of it.

She was no stranger to war, nor to diplomacy, but this? This was beyond even her wildest imaginings.

"You—," she wheezed, trying to suppress her amusement, but failing miserably. "You proposed in front of every ruling god of the highest heavens and then got bodyslammed by your wife-to-be!" Her molten golden eyes flickered with unrestrained mischief as she collapsed back against her throne. "Harry Potter, I will never let you live this down."

Harry, still sprawled on the divine floor, groaned as he attempted to pry Fleur off him. "Velthara," he grunted, "if you breathe a word of this to the Empyrean military, I swear—"

"Oh," she interrupted smoothly, grinning like a wolf who had just caught its prey, "I already did." She tapped her temple, and Harry's soul nearly left his body. "I might have sent a telepathic image to my generals, the Hyperions, the Aryraians, the Daxtronites—oh, and Angelica's entire seraphic host."

Harry went completely still. Cho, who had been watching with a mix of deep amusement and profound exasperation, brought a single hand to her temple and sighed long and slow.

Fleur, who was still very much settled on top of Harry, beamed at Velthara like she had just won the cosmic lottery. "Merci, Velthara! You are a true friend!"

Velthara grinned, arms crossed, utterly pleased with herself. "I aim to please."

Seraphina of the 13th Heaven, the Keeper of Reality's Pillars, a goddess who had spent millennia ensuring that the very foundations of existence did not collapse into entropy, stood utterly frozen, her celestial aura flickering erratically.

This was not how divine unions were supposed to unfold. This was not how prophecies were written.

She turned to Angelica, expecting her Supreme Imperatrix to at least restore order, to bring discipline back to this momentous event.

Angelica, however, was smirking.

Seraphina's divine composure cracked slightly. "You… planned this?"

Angelica simply sipped from a golden goblet that had materialized in her hand, her twelve golden wings elegantly shifting as she leaned on her throne like a queen thoroughly enjoying her favorite entertainment.

"Planned? Oh, Seraphina, my dear, I simply… let nature take its course. We are witnessing the birth of a celestial dynasty, after all. How could I possibly deny them their moment?"

Seraphina stared at her, completely and utterly betrayed by the cosmic order.

Elandor of the 10th Heaven, the Cosmic Architect, buried his face in his hands.

Aurelion of the 15th Heaven, the Most Stoic and Unyielding Judge of Cosmic Law, blinked very slowly, before rubbing his chin. "Well. This is a first."

Velmyria of the 12th Heaven, who had spent the entire meeting questioning Harry, Cho, and Fleur's ability to rule, sat back against her throne, her fingers tapping against the armrest in deep contemplation.

She watched the three of them closely, observing how—despite the absurdity, despite the humor—they still radiated absolute cosmic authority. The chamber trembled beneath them, not from war, not from destruction, but from pure, unrestrained celestial power.

She narrowed her eyes, her lips pressing together before she finally muttered, "If they can handle *this level of madness and still hold dominion over creation, perhaps they truly are worthy…."

Harry, finally managing to roll Fleur off him, stood, dusting off his celestial robes. His infernal divine flames still flickered wildly, his dignity in tatters, and his reputation as the greatest warlord in existence now slightly questionable.

"Alright," he exhaled, standing straight, attempting to restore some sense of regal composure. "Now that my humiliation has been broadcasted to every empire in the Continuum, can we get back to discussing the war?"

Cho, still graceful, radiant, and composed, raised a delicate eyebrow at him. "Oh, darling, I'm afraid it's far too late for that."

Fleur, ever mischievous and unapologetically herself, grinned, golden light dancing around her. "Oui, mon amour. You started this. Now you must deal with the consequences."

Velthara stepped beside him, patting his battle-scarred shoulder, her eyes gleaming with merciless amusement. "Cheer up, Warbringer. At least you got two wives out of it."

Harry deadpanned, his celestial flames crackling in frustration. "Yes. That's exactly the part I regret most."

Velthara's grin widened. "Liar."

At that moment, Angelica stood from her throne, her golden aura cascading over the chamber, instantly returning the air to one of sovereign importance.

She placed a hand on Fleur's and Cho's shoulders, her gaze full of something soft, yet endlessly powerful.

"Enjoy this moment," she murmured, her voice filled with wisdom and something ancient, something final. "For soon, war will come. And when it does, the Angiris Council will not be laughing."

Harry, Cho, and Fleur all turned their gaze forward, the weight of the future settling upon their shoulders once more. The joy of the moment did not fade, but it was accompanied now by the cold certainty of what lay ahead.

The gods who had once laughed now straightened, understanding that what had just been witnessed was not merely a proposal.

It was the birth of an era.

And as the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire stood on the brink of war, one truth remained unshakable, written into the very cosmos itself—

Harry, Cho, and Fleur would not falter.

And when the time came, the Angiris Council would burn.

The golden radiance of the Grand War Chamber shimmered in quiet reverence as the gods slowly composed themselves after the unexpected spectacle of Harry's grand proposal.

Laughter and amusement still lingered in some corners of the celestial assembly, while others had returned to their solemn contemplation of the war that loomed on the horizon. Yet amidst the shifting atmosphere, one presence remained perfectly still, regal, and unreadable. Angelica.

The Supreme Imperatrix of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, the divine ruler of a dominion beyond comprehension, sat poised upon her radiant celestial throne, her golden wings drawn close in a manner that only the most observant gods would recognise as contemplative restraint.

She should have been entirely at ease, victorious even, as everything had unfolded just as she had foreseen.

And yet, something nagged at her, something small, something she had long buried beneath the weight of duty and the responsibility of overseeing the Continuum.

She had felt it the moment Harry knelt before Cho and Fleur—a flicker of something sharp and warm, something she should not have felt. The moment his golden fire intertwined with theirs, the moment he spoke of eternity, something in her celestial core trembled. Jealousy.

It was subtle, so faint that not even the gods nearest to her could sense it, but Angelica felt it like a whisper of a forgotten truth. She had never allowed herself to consider such things, not with the weight of universal law and divine dominion upon her shoulders.

But now, as she watched Harry—her most trusted warlord, the infernal emperor, the flameborn titan who stood by her side when the Continuum itself trembled—that buried longing stirred once more.

She had always admired him, of course. His unyielding will, his power, his defiance against the very gods who would seek to control him. And yet, it was not merely admiration, was it? No, that would have been far too simple, far too easy to dismiss.

Angelica's golden fingers curled slightly, the faintest tension appearing in her otherwise composed frame.

She watched as Fleur beamed at Harry, as Cho's piercing sunfire eyes softened in a way that only he could make them, and a single thought took root in her mind.

When?

When had she let herself fall into this?

When had she allowed him to occupy a space in her thoughts beyond mere strategy, beyond duty, beyond empire and law?

And more importantly—when would she make her move?

She would not act rashly. No, she was far too calculated for that. This was not a mere fleeting impulse, nor an immature whim of mortal infatuation. No, if she were to claim Harry for herself, it would be when the moment was right, when there was no denying what she already knew.

She exhaled slowly, the tension in her fingers releasing, the faintest flicker of amusement returning to her expression. She was patient. She had ruled for longer than most stars had burned.

She had watched civilisations rise and fall, and she knew the tides of fate better than any being in existence.

There would come a time, a moment where Harry would see her—not as his Supreme Imperatrix, not as his ruler, not even as his ally—but as something else.

As a woman, as a goddess whose power rivaled his own, as someone who had stood by his side from the very beginning.

And when that time came, she would not hesitate.

For now, she would watch.

She would wait.

And when the moment arrived, she would not let him go.

Angelica sat upon her radiant celestial throne, watching with a carefully maintained expression of regal composure as Fleur once again tackled Harry to the ground, her golden-white wings unfurling like a celestial hurricane.

The gods burst into laughter, their voices shaking the very fabric of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum. Even the stoic and ancient deities of the 15th and 16th Heavens couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Harry groaned from beneath Fleur, his divine flames flickering in exasperation, but there was no true annoyance in his eyes—only resignation and warmth. Fleur, entirely unapologetic, locked her arms around his shoulders, kissing him so deeply that some of the younger gods had to avert their gazes in modesty. The older gods, however, were thoroughly entertained.

Cho, on the other hand, was done.

Her golden eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, radiating the unimpressed energy of a queen whose patience had been tested one too many times. "Fleur," she sighed, rubbing her temples, "must you behave like an overexcited phoenix every time Harry so much as breathes in your direction?"

Fleur pulled back slightly, her lips still glowing with divine warmth, her expression shamelessly delighted. "Oh, Cho, mon amour, don't be jealous!" she giggled, her wings flicking playfully. "You had your turn, let me have mine!"

Cho pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long-suffering sigh. "Fleur, we are literal gods now, and yet, you still behave like a lovestruck teenager who just discovered kissing."

Fleur tilted her head, her golden eyes twinkling mischievously. "Perhaps, but did you see the way Harry melted in my arms?" She grinned, leaning down to nuzzle Harry's cheek, completely ignoring Cho's dramatic groan. "I do think he enjoys being tackled, non?"

Harry, still pinned, let out a muffled, "I refuse to answer that."

Velthara, the ever-amused, wiped a fake tear from her eye, her molten gaze flashing between Cho and Fleur. "I cannot decide who is funnier—Fleur for being utterly shameless, or Cho for acting like she's above this when we all know she's just as smitten."

Cho's golden flames flared, her regal posture unshaken as she gave Velthara a warning glare. "If you wish to be struck down today, Velthara, by all means, continue."

Velthara laughed, utterly unfazed.

As the divine chaos unfolded, Angelica watched, silent, calculating. This was her chance.

For eons, she had ruled with absolute sovereignty, never once needing to scheme to gain the attention of anyone. But now? Now, she had a clear objective, and for the first time in an eternity, she was going to play the long game.

She needed a subtle approach, something that would turn Harry's gaze towards her in a way he had never looked before. She could not simply command his affection, nor could she declare her interest outright—not yet. No, this had to be precise, elegant, undeniable. She would start small.

A soft whisper in his mind when he least expected it, a passing touch that lingered just long enough to be felt but not questioned. She would draw his attention slowly, methodically, until he started noticing her in ways he never had before.

Fleur might have been loud and passionate, Cho might have been calm and commanding, but Angelica? She was inevitable.

Her golden eyes gleamed, her wings folding inward just slightly as a small, knowing smile touched her lips. She was patient.

And soon, Harry Potter would not be able to look away.

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After the celestial war council had adjourned and the echoes of divine laughter had finally faded from the Supreme War Chamber, Fleur and Cho found themselves in one of the many opulent sanctuaries within the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire—a secluded balcony overlooking the vast, radiant expanse of the cosmos itself.

The air shimmered with golden light, nebulae and entire galaxies swirling in the distance, casting a warm celestial glow upon the marble-like flooring beneath their feet. The divine hush of the universe stretched before them, offering them solitude—a rare moment of privacy amidst the chaos of their newfound responsibilities.

Fleur, arms folded against the golden balustrade, let out a deep breath, her expression unreadable. "Mon amour…" she murmured, voice light yet contemplative. "He actually did it. He proposed. Just like that."

Cho, standing beside her, gave an incredulous huff, rubbing her temples as if trying to process the sheer audacity of it all. "In the middle of a war council. In front of every divine entity in the Heavens. By the stars, I swear, that man…" She turned sharply to Fleur, her golden eyes burning with a mixture of exasperation, fondness, and something dangerously close to flustered amusement. "I don't know whether I want to strangle him or kiss him senseless."

Fleur let out a soft laugh, the kind that spoke of disbelief and delight all at once. "Why not both? I am certain he would enjoy either."

Cho groaned. "That's the problem."

For a long moment, they stood in contemplative silence, gazing upon the endless cosmos stretching before them. Despite their divine ascension, despite the battles they had fought and the omnipotence that now coursed through their veins, this moment felt profoundly human—a flicker of the lives they had once lived before they had risen to the thrones of gods.

Fleur was the first to break the silence. "Do you remember… when we were just admirals? When our biggest concerns were fleet engagements and Federation politics?" She turned to Cho, her golden eyes reflecting the cosmic horizon. "Did you ever think we would end up here? Not just as gods, but as… this?"

Cho let out a slow exhale, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the railing. "No. Not in my wildest imaginings." She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Back then, I thought love was a liability. An indulgence we couldn't afford in the middle of war. And yet… here we are." She glanced sideways at Fleur. "And you? Did you see this coming?"

Fleur tilted her head, lips curling into a knowing smile. "Perhaps not exactly like this… but I always knew there was something inevitable about the three of us. Even before we knew what we were, before our ascension—there was always something… pulling us together."

Cho nodded slowly, contemplating Fleur's words, before huffing a quiet laugh. "And now he's thrown us completely off balance. Again."

Fleur's lips quirked. "Would you expect anything less?"

A shared look passed between them—one of understanding, amusement, and the quiet, unspoken realisation that this was no longer just a choice, but an inevitability.

"So… what do we do?" Cho finally asked, voice measured yet laced with something deeper—anticipation, excitement, maybe even a hint of nervousness.

Fleur let out a slow, amused breath before turning fully to face her. "We make him work for it."

Cho smirked, golden fire dancing in her eyes. "Oh, absolutely. We make him suffer."

Fleur and Cho lingered on the balcony, the weight of Harry's grand and utterly reckless proposal still settling within them. The celestial winds of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum whispered around them, weaving through their flowing divine robes, carrying the silent echoes of distant stars. For all their newfound omnipotence, this moment felt raw, real—something deeply personal that no godhood could overshadow.

Fleur, always composed, tilted her head thoughtfully, her golden diadem glinting under the cosmic light. "You know, mon amour, for all our power, I don't think any of us expected this."

Cho exhaled sharply, running a hand through her raven-black, sun-kissed hair, the celestial streaks of gold shimmering with her movements. "Expected? No. But we should have. This is Harry, after all. The man who has made a habit of throwing us into absolute chaos before we can even prepare."

Fleur smirked, resting her chin delicately on her palm, eyes twinkling mischievously. "And yet, it is rather thrilling, no? The unpredictability. The sheer audacity. I mean, to kneel before us, before the gods of the High Heavens, with rings that hold entire universes in them? How do you even respond to that?"

Cho narrowed her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching despite herself. "With ruthless efficiency, obviously. We make him sweat. We make him beg. We ensure that by the time we accept, he knows the full weight of what he has asked for."

Fleur chuckled, her golden gaze warm yet wicked. "You do realise that he would enjoy every second of that suffering, non?"

Cho groaned, leaning heavily against the balustrade. "That's the problem! He's insufferable, Fleur. The moment he sees us plotting, he'll know exactly what we're up to, and he'll lean into it. He'll make it worse! He'll turn it into some grand challenge, and you know he thrives off challenges!"

Fleur sighed in mock defeat, raising a delicate hand to her chest. "Then, mon amour, we must ensure that our game is more elaborate than his. We shall be cunning, patient, and absolutely relentless."

Cho shot her a sideways glance, smirking despite herself. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Fleur's grin was pure radiance, her celestial aura glowing even brighter. "How could I not? Love should never be too easy. It must be earned. And he has given us the perfect opportunity to make him earn it."

Cho shook her head, laughing softly, before falling into a thoughtful silence. The stars above seemed to twinkle in amusement, as if the cosmos itself was listening in on their deliberations.

"But… do you truly think we are ready?" Cho's voice was softer now, a rare trace of vulnerability slipping through the divine authority she usually carried so effortlessly.

Fleur turned to face her fully, reaching out and taking Cho's hands in hers. Her touch was warm, filled with the radiant light of creation itself, a reminder of their ascended nature, yet grounding in its tenderness.

"Cho," Fleur said gently, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, "We have walked through war and fire. We have ruled. We have led fleets, armies, entire civilisations. And yet, what Harry has given us… what we have given each other, it is something greater. It is not about readiness. It is about choice. And I choose him. I choose us."

Cho inhaled deeply, golden fire flickering in her eyes, before she gave a slow, knowing nod. "Then I suppose we must make him suffer just a little first."

Fleur's laughter rang out, bright as starlight, as she pulled Cho into an embrace, the two of them sharing a moment of unity—not just as goddesses, not just as rulers, but as two women who had found something rare, something eternal.

And in the distant halls of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, unaware of the deliberate torment that awaited him, Harry Potter suddenly sneezed.

As the celestial winds of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum whispered through the grand balcony, Cho turned to Fleur, arms crossed, her golden-etched robe shimmering under the infinite starlight. The weight of their new reality—not just as Elder Gods, not just as sovereign rulers, but as Harry's fiancées—pressed upon her in a way that even cosmic dominion had not.

Fleur, ever the composed one, leaned elegantly against the balustrade, her divine aura flickering like a thousand radiant suns, her golden eyes dancing with mischief. "So, mon amour, how does it feel? To be engaged to the most unpredictable, battle-hardened, utterly insufferable man in the entire cosmos?"

Cho let out a long-suffering sigh, her celestial fire momentarily flickering with exasperation. "Like a strategic disaster waiting to happen. We are supposed to be cosmic paragons, Fleur. We are supposed to be untouchable. And yet, here we are, bound to a man who has the uncanny ability to turn anything into a personal challenge."

Fleur laughed, light and melodious, shaking her head as she gazed out over their vast empire. "Ah, but that is why we love him, is it not? He does not cower before the heavens, nor does he kneel to fate. No, he grabs fate by the throat and dares it to defy him."

Cho narrowed her piercing golden eyes, lips twitching slightly. "I don't recall agreeing to love him, yet. He did rather ambush us in front of the High Heavens, if you recall."

Fleur arched a delicate brow, her golden diadem glinting. "Oh? Is that what this is? A negotiation? Shall we summon the gods once more, draft a celestial treaty on marriage terms? I am certain the 11th Heaven would be delighted to oversee such proceedings."

Cho groaned, dragging a hand through her cascading raven hair, the golden streaks glowing with exasperation. "Fleur, this is serious. Our lives are no longer our own. We are bound to him in a way that transcends even our godhood. What does that mean for us? For our futures?"

Fleur turned to her fully then, stepping closer, her radiant form a beacon of warmth and certainty. "It means, Cho, that we are not alone. That for all the power we wield, for all the burdens we bear, we do not bear them alone. We have him. And more importantly, we have each other."

Cho's lips pressed together, the weight of Fleur's words settling in. She had fought alongside Harry and Fleur for what felt like an eternity. They had conquered, they had lost, they had risen again. But never before had their fates been so entwined, so deeply woven into something that was no longer just a war… but a life.

She sighed at last, eyes softening as she looked at Fleur. "He is going to be insufferable, you realise? The moment we so much as hint at an acceptance, he will never let us live it down."

Fleur's lips curled into a knowing smile, eyes shimmering with the light of a thousand stars. "Then, mon amour, we must ensure that we remain the ones in control. We must outmanoeuvre the greatest strategist the cosmos has ever known."

Cho finally let out a laugh, shaking her head. "I always knew godhood would be complicated. I just never thought it would involve this."

Fleur grinned, stepping beside her, linking arms. "Then let us embrace it, Cho. Let us make him work for it. After all, if we are to be his fiancées, he must earn that privilege every day."

Fleur leaned against the golden balustrade, her gaze lost in the endless celestial expanse of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. Her divine radiance shimmered like a million captured stars, her golden robes flowing with an ethereal elegance as she turned her eyes to Cho, who stood beside her, arms crossed, ever the picture of composed authority.

"You know, mon amour," Fleur began, a teasing lilt in her voice, "I have had many admirers, suitors, and would-be lovers in my time. Kings, warlords, scholars, even a few gods who thought themselves worthy of my attention." She gave a mock sigh, placing a delicate hand over her heart. "Yet, not one of them—not one—could ever compare to that insufferable, reckless, utterly infuriating man we now call our fiancé."

Cho arched an eyebrow, arms still crossed, her sunfire-golden eyes narrowing. "Are you telling me you actually considered someone else?"

Fleur let out a soft, musical laugh, tilting her head back as though reliving old memories. "Considered? Of course. But as you might have guessed, they were all—" she waved a hand, dismissively, "underwhelming." She turned to Cho, her golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "But if I am to be honest, I must confess something rather scandalous, ma chérie."

Cho narrowed her gaze further, sensing trouble. "I'm listening."

Fleur leaned in slightly, her voice lowering in conspiratorial delight. "I had every intention of snatching Harry away from you." She watched as Cho's expression went from mild curiosity to instant disbelief, the celestial lawmaker momentarily speechless.

Cho blinked. "You what?"

Fleur shrugged, ever the picture of serene confidence, her silver-gold hair cascading like liquid light over her shoulders. "Oh, come now, you must have noticed. How could I not? You had him all to yourself for so long, standing side by side with him in battle, ruling alongside him, always at his right hand. It was infuriating. I could see what you had, and I—well, let's just say, had the opportunity presented itself, I would have been quite ruthless."

Cho's eyes blazed for a moment before she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fleur, you are absolutely incorrigible."

Fleur merely smirked, folding her hands elegantly in front of her. "Oh, I know. But do not fret, mon amour. I am quite satisfied with how things have turned out. I may not have snatched him from you, but I suppose sharing will have to suffice."

Cho groaned, rubbing her temples. "I cannot believe you are actually admitting this to me."

Fleur's smirk widened, stepping closer, her presence warm, radiant, and maddeningly self-assured. "Of course I am. What kind of wife-to-be would I be if I did not at least warn you that I was once your greatest competitor?" She winked. "Besides, he did propose to us both, did he not? That means I win as well."

Cho exhaled sharply, palming her face, then let out a reluctant chuckle. "You are impossible."

Fleur laughed, light and melodious, wrapping an arm around Cho's waist, pulling her into a friendly embrace. "That I am, mon amour. That I am."

Fleur leaned back with a mischievous smirk, her golden eyes glinting with playful satisfaction as she recalled one of her favourite memories of their time aboard the Enterprise-F. She crossed her arms and turned to Cho, who was already bracing herself for whatever ridiculous story Fleur was about to recount.

"Mon amour, do you recall the time Harry tried—quite pathetically, I must say—to prank me?" Fleur asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

Cho smirked, arms crossed as well. "Oh, I remember. I approved your request to handcuff him and teach him a lesson. I even authorised an entire month's leave on Risa for you both."

Fleur grinned wickedly, placing a hand over her heart in mock sentimentality. "Ah, yes. A newly-wedded couple's retreat, just the two of us. Harry, my dear husband, and I enjoying the paradise of Risa together."

Cho snorted. "Except he spent the first two weeks trying every possible way to escape you."

Fleur laughed melodiously, nodding. "Indeed! Oh, how he struggled! First, he tried the pathetic route, pretending to be the most loving husband in the cosmos. Suddenly, he was the most devoted, doting spouse—making me breakfast, running me baths, giving me endless compliments." She feigned a dreamy sigh. "If only it were sincere."

Cho chuckled, shaking her head. "You saw right through it."

"Of course I did! But it got better, mon amour. Oh, how desperate he became. His second plan? Overwhelming me with gestures. He went so overboard that I knew he was suffering. I believe at one point, he tried writing poetry." Fleur burst into laughter, the memory of Harry's tortured attempts bringing her immense joy.

Cho laughed as well, nodding. "And let's not forget his truly heroic attempt to swim away. What was it? Twelve kilometres offshore?"

Fleur covered her mouth, shaking with laughter. "Yes! And who did he run into? None other than Q himself."

Cho grinned. "Who, of course, found the whole thing so entertaining that he extended your 'honeymoon' by another month as punishment for trying to escape."

Fleur tilted her head dramatically. "Ah, what a blessing it was! Another month with my darling Harry."

Cho nodded. "And yet, the fool tried again. I believe he attempted to stow away on a pleasure cruiser."

Fleur smirked, shaking her head. "He did. And thanks to Q, his punishment was another four months with me. Honestly, I do not understand why he resisted so much. By the end of it, he was truly enjoying himself."

Cho rolled her eyes. "You wore him down."

Fleur laughed victoriously, placing a hand on her hip. "As all good wives do, mon amour. As all good wives do."

Cho raised a sly brow, watching Fleur bask in her glorious victory, clearly relishing every detail of Harry's prolonged 'punishment.' Shaking her head, she took a sip of her celestial wine, swirling it in her hand as she pondered the absurdity of it all.

"You do realise, Fleur, that you may have been the first person in history to successfully trap Harry Potter in a situation he could not escape?" Cho said, amusement laced in her voice.

Fleur let out a melodious laugh, her golden eyes shimmering with pure delight. "Ah, mon amour, it was truly a work of art, was it not? The mighty Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor himself, utterly helpless in my grasp." She sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "If only he had accepted his fate sooner. It would have saved him so much energy."

Cho smirked, tilting her head. "And yet, despite all his best efforts, he was still stuck with you for an extra six months."

Fleur sighed wistfully, her expression taking on a teasingly nostalgic look. "Six months of wedded bliss, Cho. I tell you, I was truly beginning to feel like a real wife. Though, I must admit, watching Harry's repeated attempts to escape was endlessly entertaining. The man was so determined."

Cho laughed, setting her wine glass down. "I have to admit, I thought you'd have broken him after month four. But no—Harry kept trying. The man just doesn't know when to quit."

Fleur leaned forward, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "You know, mon amour… it makes me wonder. If I had been truly serious back then, if I had truly made my move… do you think I could have snatched Harry from you?"

Cho's eyes narrowed, a challenging glint flashing within them. "Oh, you could have tried, Fleur. But let's be honest, you would have lost. Badly."

Fleur gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on her chest. "Mon dieu! Cho, you wound me! You think me incapable of stealing a man's heart?"

Cho leaned back with a knowing smirk. "Stealing? No. You'd have coerced him into surrendering. But Harry would have fought you to his last breath before accepting his 'fate'."

Fleur tapped a delicate finger against her chin, contemplating. "Perhaps. But tell me, my dear Cho, do you not find it interesting that, despite his struggles, by the end of it all, Harry did begin to enjoy my presence?"

Cho rolled her eyes, lifting her glass again. "You conditioned him, Fleur. Like a pet who eventually realises escape is futile."

Fleur burst into laughter, absolutely delighted. "Ah, mon amour, I do have that effect on men."

Cho smirked but then turned a little more serious, her eyes softening. "But, in all honesty, Fleur… I think Harry has always been drawn to you. Maybe back then, he just wasn't ready to admit it."

Fleur stilled for a moment, the teasing fading just a little as a small, genuine smile formed on her lips. "Perhaps. And now?"

Cho met her gaze, voice softer but filled with warmth. "Now, I don't think he'd ever dream of escaping you."

Fleur held Cho's gaze for a moment before she let out a soft chuckle, raising her glass. "To fate, then. To our fate."

Cho clinked glasses with her, a knowing smirk still present. "And to Harry. The poor fool never stood a chance."

Cho arched a brow, setting down her celestial wine as she turned to Fleur, her expression half-amused, half-intrigued. "Are you really asking me that, Fleur? The same Fleur Delacour who made Starfleet Intelligence shake in their boots every time she so much as breathed in their direction? Oh, I knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped onto my ship. The question is—did you think you could rival me?"

Fleur leaned back, a sly smirk forming on her lips, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, mon amour, I was never your rival. I was your shadow, always watching, always listening. While you commanded the Enterprise-F, I ensured that every secret Starfleet Intelligence ever tried to hide from you found its way into your hands." She tilted her head, playfully daring. "And yet, despite all your brilliance, despite all your calculative precision, I still managed to slip past your security, steal a shuttle, and land on your flight deck undetected."

Cho let out a mock sigh, shaking her head. "Yes, you did that… and then promptly found yourself standing before me in the shuttle bay, armed with nothing but that infuriating smirk of yours."

Fleur laughed, tossing her long platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder. "Ah, but it was not just a smirk, was it? It was a test, Cho. Your test. You could have thrown me into the brig. You could have filed a report to Starfleet Command. But instead, you let me stay. You let me watch."

Cho crossed her arms, her dark eyes narrowing with playful scrutiny. "You had already dug your way so deep into Starfleet's intelligence network that removing you would have been more trouble than it was worth. Besides…" She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice with an edge of teasing challenge. "I was curious to see just how far you would go."

Fleur's smirk widened, genuine delight flashing across her expression. "And? Did I disappoint?"

Cho sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "Unfortunately, no. If anything, you were annoyingly efficient. You anticipated orders before they were given, infiltrated enemy strongholds before Starfleet Intelligence could even draft a mission report, and somehow—somehow—you even managed to manipulate my own crew into trusting you completely."

Fleur gave a delicate shrug, feigning innocence. "What can I say? I have a charming effect on people."

Cho exhaled, leaning back with an amused smirk. "Charming? No. Dangerous? Absolutely."

Fleur grinned, raising her glass. "Mon amour, I take that as the highest compliment." Then, tilting her head slightly, she asked, "Tell me honestly, did you ever think you could beat me at my own game?"

Cho chuckled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh, Fleur… beating you was never the goal. The real game was keeping you on my side."

Fleur's smile faltered for just a second before softening into something genuine. "And you succeeded."

Cho lifted her glass, eyes twinkling with triumph. "Of course, I did. I always do."

Fleur laughed, shaking her head. "That's why I love you, Cho."

Cho smirked, clinking her glass with Fleur's. "Oh, I know."

Fleur leaned in, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, swirling the celestial wine in her glass as she studied Cho with the air of a predator who had just spotted the perfect opening. She took a slow, deliberate sip, then set her glass down, her lips curling into that infuriatingly knowing smirk.

"You know, mon amour, I have been thinking… without your cold, icy precision, you are far more Cho than you ever were before." Fleur's voice dripped with teasing satisfaction, watching as Cho's brow twitched ever so slightly, her arms crossing in mildly defensive defiance.

Cho narrowed her golden eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Oh? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Fleur tilted her head, her expression one of pure, unfiltered mischief. "It means that the great, calculating, ever-so-composed Admiral Cho—the woman who once struck fear into the hearts of Starfleet brass—has melted. Completely. You used to be all strategy, all precision, all sharp edges and ruthless efficiency. Now? Now, you laugh freely. You tease back. You let yourself be carried by the moment rather than controlling it."

She placed a hand delicately over her chest, sighing dramatically. "It is almost as if I am looking at a new Cho. One who is no longer a perfectly crafted instrument of command, but rather… dare I say it? A woman who feels more than she calculates. A woman who embraces rather than dissects."

Cho let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing her temples as if trying to summon the patience of the gods. "And this bothers you because?"

Fleur beamed, absolutely delighted by the reaction. "Oh, not at all, mon amour. In fact, I find it endlessly adorable. You have become… how do I say it? Soft."

Cho's golden eyes flared, and she immediately straightened, shoulders squaring. "I am not soft."

Fleur chuckled, resting her chin in her palm, watching Cho like a cat watches a particularly amusing bird. "Oh, but you are. Look at you! You were once so cold, so untouchable—Starfleet's most unshakable tactician. Now? Now you smile more than you scheme. You let me win in debates. You even let Harry tease you without immediately plotting his downfall. And let us not forget, you just spent an entire conversation laughing about the time I imprisoned your now-fiancé on Risa."

Cho exhaled sharply, eyes flickering with something between irritation and reluctant amusement. "It's called adapting, Fleur. You should try it sometime."

Fleur let out an elegant laugh, her celestial aura radiating triumph. "Oh, mon amour, I have adapted. I have adapted beautifully to this new, much more expressive, much more enjoyable version of you. And I must say, I rather like this Cho."

Cho rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You're insufferable."

Fleur grinned, leaning closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And you are soft, mon amour."

Cho glared, but there was no real heat behind it—just the faintest hint of a smile, hidden at the corners of her lips. "Fine. But if I'm soft, then you, Fleur, are entirely too smug for your own good."

Fleur smirked, victorious. "Well, naturally. Some things never change."

Fleur leaned in, her golden eyes shimmering with a teasing glint, though there was a dangerous undercurrent beneath her playful tone. She swirled her celestial wine in her hand, taking a slow sip before setting the glass down with deliberate grace. Then, she straightened, her expression turning into something that was both mischievous and commanding.

"Mon amour, let me warn you now, and do take this seriously, even if I say it with love." Fleur's voice was smooth, almost silk-like, but there was an edge of finality beneath it. "If you ever—ever—decide to retreat behind that cold, icy precision of yours, if you try to bury yourself back into the Admiral Cho of old, the one who suppressed her emotions and ruled through pure, unyielding calculation, then know this…"

A sudden pulse of divine light erupted from Fleur, her celestial radiance flaring with such intensity that the very stars around them seemed to dim in comparison. The golden glow of her aura expanded, wrapping around her form like a blazing supernova, casting long shadows against the grand celestial balcony. The universe itself seemed to hold its breath as Fleur's ethereal brilliance outshone the cosmos.

"I will melt your icy mask so hard, Cho, that it will be as if it never existed." Fleur's voice was both playful and absolute, and yet there was a raw sincerity in her words that left no room for doubt.

Cho, standing with arms crossed, narrowed her eyes slightly, though there was no real irritation—only a flicker of amusement as the light from Fleur's radiance reflected in her golden irises. She let out a slow breath, tilting her head slightly. "That sounds dangerously close to a threat, Fleur."

Fleur grinned, radiant and unshaken. "Non, mon amour. A promise. You have come too far, grown too much, embraced too many parts of yourself to ever go back. If I must set the heavens ablaze to keep you from freezing over again, then so be it."

Cho arched an eyebrow, watching Fleur's defiant display, then shook her head with a small, exasperated smile. "You do realise that you sound incredibly dramatic right now?"

Fleur tossed her platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder, her golden eyes twinkling with pride. "Dramatic? Non. Unapologetically radiant? Oui."

Cho sighed, then smirked, stepping closer so that Fleur's brilliant radiance wrapped around her like the warmth of a sun. "And what, exactly, would you do if I did try to slip back into my old self? I assume more than just lighting up the entire cosmos?"

Fleur leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper that brushed against Cho's ear like molten gold. "Oh, mon amour… I would drag you into the light myself. Every single day, I would remind you exactly why you can never go back. And should you resist? Well…"

She reached out, tracing a single glowing finger along Cho's jawline, before stepping back with a knowing, utterly smug grin.

"Let's just say, I have many methods to melt an ice queen."

Cho let out an exasperated groan, palming her face, though the soft chuckle that escaped her betrayed any true irritation. "You are impossible."

Fleur laughed, the sheer joy in her voice radiating warmth into the very fabric of reality itself. "And you, mon amour, are never going to be cold again. Not while I stand at your side."

Cho exhaled sharply, shaking her head as Fleur's warm, golden light continued to pulse around them, wrapping them in an aura that felt both comforting and maddeningly overbearing. She pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to compose herself, but the smirk on Fleur's perfectly smug lips was making that nearly impossible.

"You do realise, Fleur, that I have ruled fleets, waged wars, and held the fate of civilisations in my hands without so much as blinking? And yet, somehow, you—of all people—have managed to turn me into the one flustered and scrambling for words?" Cho's golden eyes flashed, but her tone was more amused than irritated.

Fleur grinned victoriously, tilting her head ever so slightly, her starlit platinum-blonde hair cascading like molten gold over her shoulders. "Ah, mon amour, that is because I do not battle you with fleets or strategy. I battle you with something far more dangerous… affection."

Cho snorted, arms still crossed as she gave Fleur a deadpan look. "That's what you call this? Affection? I call it relentless harassment."

Fleur gasped in mock offense, clutching her chest dramatically. "*Harassment? Non! This is love, Cho! Devotion! A vow to never let you fall back into that frigid, emotionless abyss you once called 'efficiency.'" She gestured to Cho with an exaggerated flourish. "You are no longer just an admiral, bound by duty and discipline. You are a goddess, a queen, and a woman of divine fire. You are mine—and I shall not allow you to hide behind that cold mask ever again!"

Cho's cheeks heated slightly, but she held her ground, refusing to let Fleur see her waver. "Oh, please. You act as though I was a soulless machine before. I was disciplined. I was focused. That does not mean I was emotionally dead."

Fleur arched a delicate brow, stepping forward, her golden aura wrapping around Cho like the embrace of a warm sun. "Oh, really? Then tell me, mon amour, how many people have you let tease you like this before? How many times did you allow yourself to laugh freely—to feel—without immediately silencing it for the sake of control?"

Cho opened her mouth to counter, but then paused. Fleur's question hung in the air, weighty and undeniable.

Fleur leaned in closer, lowering her voice, her lips curving into something soft yet knowing. "Exactly. You were ice. I was light. And, little by little, I melted you, didn't I? You may not have noticed, but he did. And that is why Harry fell in love with you first. Because even when you were at your most untouchable, he saw the fire beneath the ice. He saw you."

Cho felt something tighten in her chest, something ancient and unspoken, and for a moment, she wasn't sure how to respond. Fleur had always been perceptive, but this—this was something else.

Finally, Cho let out a soft exhale, rolling her eyes even as the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "And here I thought I was the strategist. You are alarmingly good at breaking through my defenses, Fleur."

Fleur smirked, stepping back with a playful twirl, basking in her triumph. "Ah, mon amour, you have no idea. I have been planning your emotional downfall for years."

Cho laughed despite herself, shaking her head. "You are absolutely insufferable."

Fleur beamed, her celestial radiance flaring in delight. "And you, mon amour, are finally free."

Cho held Fleur's golden gaze, and in that moment, she knew—she truly knew—that she would never go back to who she once was. She no longer needed the icy mask, nor the emotional barriers that had once defined her. She wasn't just a leader, a ruler, or a war strategist.

She was Cho Chang, the Solar Paragon, the Everlasting Sun of Sunfire and Dominion—and she had found a place where she could be both a goddess and a woman.

And perhaps, just perhaps, Fleur was right. She wasn't just melted. She was radiant.

Fleur burst into a radiant laugh, leaning against the celestial balustrade of their private balcony, the golden glow of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum reflecting in her mirth-filled eyes. She twirled a lock of her starlit platinum hair, clearly amused by her own revelation, before turning to Cho with a smug, knowing grin.

"Mon amour, you will love this. The Supreme King? He has quite the sense of humour." Fleur tilted her head dramatically, placing a delicate hand over her heart as if what she was about to say was of divine importance.

Cho, arms crossed, already suspicious, narrowed her golden eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm about to regret hearing this?"

Fleur ignored her skepticism and pressed on, her tone dripping with amusement. "So, the Supreme King, the Almighty One, the Spirit of Holiness Himself, tells me the real reason why I am the Light and you are the Sun." She paused for effect, clearly relishing the moment.

Cho exhaled. "I swear, if this is—"

Fleur held up a finger, shushing her with the most exaggeratedly regal expression possible. "Non, non, listen! He said—" she placed a hand on Cho's shoulder and, with the most celestial seriousness imaginable, declared,

"I simply wished for both Lights to exist together. Thus… you are Sun, and she is Light. And together, you are—"

Fleur paused dramatically, leaning in with mischievous delight, then flared her radiant aura with theatrical intensity.

"SUNLIGHT!"

Cho stared at her.

Dead silence.

Absolute deadpan.

Then, Fleur exploded into laughter, her divine radiance pulsing with sheer delight, barely able to breathe from how hard she was laughing at her own joke.

Cho, however, remained frozen, her expression blank, her entire soul processing the sheer absurdity of what had just been said.

"Fleur."

Fleur gasped for air, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye, still grinning like a madwoman. "Yes, mon amour?"

Cho's eye twitched. "That is—without question—the most painfully ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

Fleur clutched her chest, feigning deep offense. "Oh, come now, it's divine wisdom! The Supreme King Himself made this joke, Cho! It is sacred!"

Cho let out a long suffering sigh, rubbing her temples. "So you're telling me that our very existence as celestial goddesses, rulers of the Empyrean Infinite Empire, is all part of some cosmic pun?"

Fleur nodded solemnly, barely holding back another round of laughter. "Oui. Sunlight."

Cho's golden aura flared, her divine energy crackling with frustration, but before she could even retaliate, Fleur leaned in, whispering in a playful sing-song voice—

"Suuuunlight…"

Cho snapped.

Fleur shrieked in laughter, dodging just in time as Cho sent a solar flare directly at her, heat-radiating embers sizzling in the air as Fleur gracefully danced away, still laughing uncontrollably.

"I WILL ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE, FLEUR!" Cho shouted, eyes blazing as she hurled another sunfire blast at the utterly delighted Fleur.

Fleur cackled, dodging again, her celestial form glowing ever brighter as she twirled effortlessly, completely unfazed by Cho's divine wrath. "You cannot destroy what is already LIGHT, mon amour! I am LIGHT! WE ARE SUNLIGHT!"

Cho let out a primal groan, throwing her head back in defeat, while Fleur collapsed onto the celestial marble floor, still shaking with laughter.

Somewhere, in the highest realm of the 17th Heaven, the Supreme King Himself was chuckling to Himself, exceptionally pleased with His joke.

Cho barely had time to react before Fleur lunged at her, tackling her with divine speed, sending them both tumbling across the celestial balcony in a blur of golden robes and celestial fire. Before Cho could even register what had happened, Fleur pinned her down with unholy speed, her mischievous golden eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

Then it began.

The relentless, merciless, completely unfair attack—Fleur's fingers dug into Cho's sides, finding every single ticklish spot she had never dared reveal to anyone, sending shockwaves of uncontrollable laughter rippling through her entire body.

"*F-Fleur—! You absolute—!*" Cho choked out between bursts of helpless laughter, writhing underneath Fleur's divine grip, her celestial energy flaring wildly as she desperately tried to escape.

Fleur, grinning like the goddess of mischief incarnate, showed no mercy. "Oh, mon amour, you brought this upon yourself! You were too serious! Too regal! Too much of a queen, and not enough of my Cho!" She laughed joyfully, her radiant aura flaring even brighter, her fingers continuing their merciless assault.

"S-stop—! I w-will incinerate you—!" Cho gasped, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, her legs kicking wildly as she tried to break free, but Fleur was relentless.

Fleur leaned down, giggling against Cho's ear, whispering in a tone dripping with pure mischief. "Not until you admit defeat, mon amour. Admit you are far too serious and that you must enjoy the moment."

Cho thrashed beneath her, eyes squeezed shut, her entire divine being overtaken by laughter. "*I swear—! I swear—I will burn every single star in this galaxy if you—!*"

Fleur arched a delicate brow, increasing her tickling tenfold. "Oh? That sounds like the words of a very serious Supreme Lawgiver. We cannot have that, now can we?"

"I WILL DESTROY YOU, FLEUR!"

"Ohoho! No, mon amour! You will laugh, and you will love it!"

Cho couldn't take it anymore—she thrashed violently, knocking over a celestial column with the force of her struggling, her divine flames roaring around them in desperation. But Fleur only giggled, completely impervious to the destruction, utterly delighted in her victory.

Finally, gasping for breath, too weak to even lift her arms, Cho collapsed fully against the floor, chest heaving, her entire body spent from laughing so hard.

Fleur, still straddling her, smiled triumphantly, brushing a few strands of raven-black and sunfire-streaked hair from Cho's face. "See? You do know how to laugh, mon amour. Now tell me… are you ready to admit that you were being far too serious?"

Cho, still breathless, glared up at Fleur, her golden eyes burning with exhausted defeat. Then, with the last bit of strength she had left, she mustered her most regal, deadpan tone.

"Fleur."

Fleur blinked. "Oui, mon amour?"

Cho smirked weakly.

Then, with her remaining ounce of energy, she grabbed Fleur's arm, flipped their positions in a blink of an eye, and threw Fleur onto her back—pinning her down just as she had done moments ago.

The last thing Fleur saw before the onslaught began was Cho's wicked smirk and fingers poised for revenge.

"My turn."

The moment Cho uttered those two words, Fleur's golden eyes widened in what could only be described as divine realisation and absolute horror.

"Non, non, non—" Fleur gasped, but it was already too late.

With lightning-fast precision, Cho dug her fingers into Fleur's sides, twisting the cosmic tables with ruthless efficiency, unleashing a tickling assault so merciless, so vengeful, that the very Empyrean Infinite Continuum itself trembled from the sheer chaos.

"YOU DARE, MON AMOUR?!" Fleur shrieked, thrashing wildly beneath Cho's grip, her celestial aura flaring uncontrollably, sending waves of divine radiance scorching through the heavens.

"Oh, I dare, Fleur! I dare most gloriously! You think I am the one who has changed? You think I am soft?! I AM CHO CHANG, THE SOLAR PARAGON, AND I AM YOUR DIVINE RECKONING!"

Fleur screamed in laughter, her divine body writhing beneath Cho's grip as she tried desperately to escape, her usually flawless composure completely shattered into nothing but helpless giggles.

"C-Cho! HAVE MERCY!" Fleur cried out, kicking wildly, her platinum-gold hair a chaotic halo around her, tears of laughter forming in her eyes.

Cho, entirely unrepentant, leaned dangerously close, golden eyes gleaming with unholy amusement. "Oh? Mercy? What happened to all that light and warmth, Fleur? I thought you were the Eternal Light! Shouldn't you be grateful that I am simply… helping you shine more?"

Fleur let out a broken gasp of laughter, writhing underneath Cho, her strength failing. "*I—I WILL— I WILL BURN THE ENTIRE CELESTIAL PLANE IF YOU DO NOT—!*"

"Oh, mon amour, non, you will do no such thing! You will simply suffer! Just as I suffered!" Cho declared dramatically, tightening her relentless tickling grip, her celestial flames dancing in absolute victory.

Fleur was helpless.

A goddess, an Elder God of the 8th Heaven, the Supreme Goddess of Absolute Light and Radiant Judgment, and she was absolutely and utterly defeated by laughter.

Somewhere, in the High Heavens, an entire pantheon of divine beings was surely watching.

Somewhere, Harry Potter was sneezing violently, having no idea why the cosmic order was momentarily shaking in hilarity.

Fleur's breath hitched, her golden eyes wild, her divine radiance flickering chaotically.

She had one last move.

With a desperate cry, she flung her arms around Cho's waist and yanked her down, locking her in a hold so tight that even a celestial being couldn't escape.

Cho barely had a moment to react before Fleur did the unthinkable.

Fleur took a deep breath—

AND BIT CHO'S SHOULDER.

A brief moment of absolute silence.

Then—

"FLEUR, YOU MANIAC!" Cho shrieked, staggering back in pure disbelief, grabbing her now slightly marked divine shoulder. "DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!"

Fleur gasped for breath, collapsed on the floor, her chest heaving, tears of laughter still in her eyes, before looking Cho dead in the eye and whispering through a breathless, victorious smirk—

"I always win, mon amour."

Cho stared at her. Absolutely, utterly, incomprehensibly dumbfounded.

Then—

Then she lunged.

"YOU ARE SO DEAD, DELACOUR!"

Fleur let out a squeal of laughter, scrambling to escape as the Celestial War of Tickles and Cosmic Petty Revenge reached its final and most dramatic conclusion.

Somewhere, in the Supreme War Chamber, Angelica suddenly paused mid-discussion, her divine senses tingling with unfiltered nonsense.

She sighed.

"They're fighting again, aren't they?"

One of the Prime Gods of the 9th Heaven looked mildly confused.

"Should we intervene?"

Angelica closed her celestial eyes, massaging the bridge of her nose.

"No. If we do, Fleur will simply drag us all into it. Let's pretend we didn't sense it."

And thus, the gods wisely ignored the absolute pandemonium that was currently occurring in the Celestial Living Hall, where Fleur and Cho continued their ridiculous, god-tier tickle war, their divine laughter shaking the very pillars of existence.

And somewhere—somewhere deep in the cosmos, Harry Potter once again sneezed violently.

Cho gasped for breath, her celestial body weakened from uncontrollable laughter, sprawled against the radiant marble floor of the Celestial Living Hall, golden flames flickering wildly around her. Fleur hovered over her, panting, her own divine glow pulsing with victory, her mischievous smirk ever-present.

Cho raised a hand weakly, trying to call for a ceasefire, her voice still shaky from the relentless assault of tickles and divine mischief.

"F-Fleur… enough… I concede…" Cho wheezed, golden eyes narrowed, yet her regal tone was entirely betrayed by her breathless state. "I am too much for you to handle. You cannot win. Just admit it. You're exhausted too."

Fleur froze for a moment, her platinum-gold hair tousled from their battle, her divine robes slightly disheveled, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Then, a dangerous glint lit up in her golden irises, a slow, wicked grin stretching across her perfectly smug lips.

She leaned in, so close that Cho could feel the warmth of her celestial aura, her voice a breathy whisper dripping with amusement and challenge.

"Oh, mon amour… you dare underestimate me?"

Cho's eyes widened, sensing imminent danger, but before she could even think of moving—

Fleur pounced.

"I WILL BREAK YOU!" she declared, launching a renewed onslaught of ruthless tickles, her fingers moving with divine speed, digging into every weak spot Cho had tried to protect.

Cho screamed in laughter, her entire body convulsing, her golden aura spiraling into chaos. "FLEUR—! YOU ABSOLUTE DEMON—!"

Fleur giggled wickedly, her celestial radiance pulsing with sheer, unholy joy. "Demon?! Mon amour, I am the Light! The Eternal Light! And you, my dear, are simply my plaything now!"

Cho thrashed wildly, but Fleur was too fast, too relentless, too merciless, her wicked fingers finding new spots Cho didn't even realise were ticklish.

Then, Fleur escalated.

She bit her again.

Right on the collarbone.

Cho howled in absolute, indignant disbelief.

"FLEUR DELACOUR! YOU ARE A MENACE TO THE GODS! STOP BITING ME!"

Fleur burst into laughter, her celestial body glowing with triumphant radiance, her teeth still grazing against Cho's skin. "Non, mon amour! I told you, I shall melt every last piece of icy precision you ever had! And if tickling is not enough… I shall devour you!"

Cho's entire divine presence flared wildly, her golden flames spiraling into utter disarray. "THAT SOUNDS SO WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS, FLEUR! STOP IT!"

Fleur laughed harder, pinning Cho down with divine strength, her celestial hands never relenting, her bites playfully marking victory after victory.

"Not until you beg, mon amour! Admit I am too much for you to handle!"

Cho gasped between fits of laughter, her vision blurred by the sheer intensity of her suffering, her golden eyes now reduced to a helpless, desperate gleam.

She was losing. She was completely outmatched. And Fleur knew it.

Somewhere, Harry sneezed violently again, feeling his soul tremble but having absolutely no idea why.

Somewhere in the Grand War Chamber, Angelica paused mid-sentence, her divine senses tingling with pure nonsense once more.

A god of the 10th Heaven leaned forward. "Something wrong, Supreme Imperatrix?"

Angelica sighed, her celestial gaze flickering towards the distant chaos unfolding between her two fellow Elder Gods.

She massaged her temple. "No, nothing's wrong. Fleur is just winning again."

The gods of the Higher Heavens collectively decided that this was not their problem.

Meanwhile, in the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, the very fabric of existence trembled under the absolute chaos of Fleur's unrelenting, tickle-and-bite war against Cho and it was glorious.

For a brief moment, the cosmos held its breath. Cho, still breathless and weak from Fleur's relentless onslaught, lay sprawled on the celestial floor, her golden flames flickering wildly around her, her entire divine form trembling from laughter-induced exhaustion.

Fleur, smug and victorious, hovered over her, glowing with triumph, grinning like the absolute menace to godhood that she was.

But Cho wasn't beaten. Not yet. Oh no. If Fleur wanted war, then war she would get.

With the unholy swiftness of a celestial predator, Cho lunged—a burst of solar fire erupting beneath her as she flipped their positions, pinning Fleur beneath her in one smooth motion.

Fleur let out a sharp gasp, eyes wide as she suddenly found herself pinned beneath the very goddess she had just dominated moments ago.

"W-Wait, mon amour—" she barely had time to gasp before— The revenge began.

"Oh, Fleur… you truly thought I would let you win?" Cho hissed, her golden eyes glinting with vengeful delight, her fingers already moving—finding every single ticklish spot she had memorized in their centuries together.

Fleur's entire body convulsed violently, a piercing shriek of laughter escaping her lips as she flailed desperately, her celestial light flaring wildly in panic.

"NON! NON! CHO, YOU—YOU WOULDN'T—!"

"Oh, but I would, mon chérie…" Cho whispered darkly, her smirk deadly and merciless.

And then—She bit her.

Right on her radiant collarbone.

Fleur howled in pure, undignified shock, her divine form shuddering violently, her golden aura bursting into a chaotic, blinding explosion.

"CHO CHANG!" Fleur shrieked, her entire being convulsing under the onslaught of tickles and bites, desperate laughter spilling from her lips.

Cho grinned wickedly, teasingly pressing another bite into Fleur's shoulder, her fingers never relenting, her divine vengeance absolute.

"You did this to me, Fleur! You were my greatest rival, my greatest tormentor! And now… now you suffer!"

Fleur tried to escape, but Cho's hold was absolute, her ticklish torment merciless.

Somewhere, Harry Potter sneezed again, his soul once again trembling with the unshakable feeling that something was happening to him, yet he had no idea what.

Somewhere in the Grand War Chamber, the Elder Gods of the Higher Heavens paused as yet another wave of celestial chaos rippled through the fabric of reality.

A Prime God of the 9th Heaven frowned, tilting his head. "Are we… under attack?"

Angelica, having long since given up on intervening, sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"No. Cho and Fleur are just... escalating."

The gods of the 10th, 11th, and 12th Heavens exchanged looks.

Then, they all wisely decided to ignore it.

Meanwhile, in the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, the very essence of the divine realm trembled as two celestial goddesses continued their war—not of destruction, nor conquest, but of laughter, tickling, and biting.

Fleur screamed in laughter, her divine body convulsing wildly, her golden aura flaring like a dying star, trying desperately to wriggle free from Cho's merciless grasp.

"MON AMOUR—STOP—! I CANNOT—!" Fleur's voice shattered the heavens, her celestial light flashing in chaotic pulses, warping the very fabric of existence around them as she thrashed beneath Cho's tickling and biting assault.

Cho, entirely unrepentant, grinned wickedly, her golden eyes glowing with absolute victory. "Oh? What was that, Fleur? I thought you were the Eternal Light? The all-powerful Radiance? The Supreme Goddess of Absolute Judgement? Where is that bravado now?"

Fleur tried to answer, but another wave of relentless tickling sent her howling in helpless laughter, her legs kicking wildly, her divine robes in absolute disarray as her body twisted and arched in pure agony.

"C-CHO! YOU DEVIL! I—I SWEAR TO THE SUPREME KING—!"

Cho leaned in, her smirk downright malicious, her golden fingers ghosting over Fleur's sides with terrifying precision. "Swear what, Fleur? Swear that you will defeat me? Because that's not happening. I have adapted. I have evolved. I AM VENGEANCE!"

Fleur, gasping for breath, her face flushed in a rare moment of absolute loss, could barely form words.

And then—

Cho bit her again.

Right on the shoulder.

Fleur screamed, her golden wings flaring out violently, sending shockwaves across the celestial plane, tears streaming down her face from sheer, uncontrollable laughter.

"YOU INSOLENT—STOP BITING ME!"

Cho, now fully committed to her ultimate revenge, giggled darkly against Fleur's skin. "Oh, mon chérie, it is called tactical retaliation. You see, you made the mistake of revealing your greatest weakness to me. And now? Now you suffer."

Fleur let out a broken whimper, trembling, her power flickering like a dying sun.

For the first time in all of existence, Fleur Delacour was utterly, completely, and humiliatingly overpowered.

Somewhere in the higher realms, the Supreme King Himself chuckled in mild amusement, taking a slow sip of His celestial wine.

Somewhere in the Holy Empyrean Throne Room, Angelica groaned loudly, slamming her head into her palms, her twelve golden wings twitching in absolute irritation.

A god from the 12th Heaven hesitantly cleared his throat. "Supreme Imperatrix… should we intervene?"

Angelica slowly lifted her head, her glowing celestial eyes burning with a mixture of exhaustion and resignation.

"No. I have learned my lesson. If we intervene, we will only be dragged into their nonsense. Let them resolve it themselves."

The gods of the higher realms all nodded wisely, deciding that this was not their problem.

Meanwhile—

Back in the Living Hall, Fleur, still trapped beneath Cho, finally gave one last, desperate cry.

"HARRY! HARRY, HELP ME! SHE HAS LOST HER MIND!"

And then, as if summoned by the cosmic forces themselves, Harry Potter appeared.

The Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor, Warbringer and Architect of Rebirth and Destruction, a living deity of cosmic fire and divine judgement, materialized in a swirl of infernal flames, his massive celestial form crackling with immeasurable power.

He stood there for a long moment, taking in the sight before him—Fleur helplessly pinned, Cho grinning with pure malice, the entire hall wrecked from their battle.

Then, after an eternity of silence, he exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"For the love of the Supreme King, what are you two doing?"

Fleur, tears in her golden eyes, reached out dramatically. "Harry! Save me! Cho has—she has turned feral! She is biting me! I cannot escape!"

Cho, still pinning Fleur down, simply grinned at him with unholy delight. "She started it. I finished it."

Harry stared.

Then he sighed. Deeply.

Then he turned around and began walking away.

"Nope. Not my problem."

Fleur screamed in betrayal. "HARRY, YOU COWARD!"

Harry raised a hand lazily behind him as he disappeared into another portal. "Let me know when you're done. I'll be at the onsen."

And thus, as the Flameborn Emperor abandoned the chaos, the battle continued.

Somewhere, in the deepest realms of reality— The very cosmos wept.

Fleur let out a dramatic wail, still pinned beneath Cho, her golden aura flickering wildly, her legs kicking helplessly as she tried in vain to free herself. "HARRY, YOU ABSOLUTE SCOUNDREL! YOU DARE LEAVE ME AT HER MERCY?!"

From the other side of the portal, Harry's voice drifted back, lazy and completely unbothered. "Oh, I absolutely do."

Fleur screamed in frustration, thrashing wildly, but Cho only laughed darkly, her golden eyes glinting like a predator who had caught its prey.

"Oh, my dear Fleur, there is no mercy for you. You thought you could break me? You thought you could win? Oh, mon chérie…" Cho leaned in dangerously close, her lips brushing against Fleur's ear, her voice an almost sultry whisper. "You miscalculated—and I am about to make you regret it."

Fleur's entire divine form shuddered, her golden eyes going wide as true panic finally settled in.

"Wait—wait, mon amour—! LET US DISCUSS THIS LIKE RATIONAL GODDESSES!"

Cho grinned wickedly, her fingers already poised for attack. "Oh, non, non, non, mon amour. There will be no discussion—only justice."

And with that—

She unleashed absolute ticklish hell.

Fleur screamed, her celestial body writhing uncontrollably, her divine radiance bursting in erratic waves as she fell into pure, unfiltered laughter. "CHO—! MON AMOUR, HAVE MERCYYYYYY!"

Cho's laugh was downright villainous, a sound so utterly triumphant that it would have made even the darkest gods of the 12th Heaven take a step back in respect. "Oh, Fleur, I thought you said mercy was for the weak! You don't need it! You are the Eternal Light! Let us see how brightly you shine when you're screaming in laughter!"

Fleur tried to kick, tried to use her wings to escape, but Cho was relentless, her fingers mercilessly precise, finding every single weak point Fleur had ever had in the entirety of her existence.

Somewhere, in the highest realms, the Supreme King sipped His wine, utterly entertained.

Somewhere in the Celestial Palace, Angelica sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose as the very fabric of reality shook with Fleur's divine wailing.

A goddess of the 10th Heaven frowned. "Should we… intervene?"

Angelica, without looking up, simply replied, "If you value your existence, no."

Back in the Living Hall, Fleur gasped between peals of helpless laughter, tears forming at the corners of her golden eyes, her divine voice echoing across the very fabric of creation itself.

"H-HARRY—! I SWEAR, IF YOU DO NOT RETURN AND SAVE ME, I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER NEXT!"

From very far away, Harry's amused voice echoed back lazily. "Best of luck with that, my love. You're a bit occupied at the moment."

Fleur let out a shriek of rage, but it was swallowed by yet another wave of uncontrollable laughter, as Cho continued her ruthless assault, grinning like the true divine menace that she was.

The Living Hall shook.

The Empyrean Infinite Continuum trembled.

Somewhere, across the vast heavens—

An entire celestial pantheon collectively pretended that this wasn't happening.

Fleur was losing. It was an absolute disaster.

She, the Eternal Light, the Supreme Goddess of Absolute Radiance and Divine Judgment, was being bested in the most humiliating way possible—by tickling.

Her golden wings flailed wildly, her divine robes were in complete disarray, and tears of laughter streamed down her flushed face as she thrashed against the relentless grip of Cho Chang, the Solar Paragon, who had become an absolute menace to her existence.

"C-CHO! YOU—YOU TRAITOROUS—TORMENTING—!" Fleur gasped between uncontrollable fits of laughter, her breath hitched, her divine radiance spiraling into chaotic pulses as she kicked wildly beneath Cho's merciless hold.

Cho, her golden eyes glowing with unholy amusement, grinned down at her with pure, undiluted smugness. "Oh, mon chérie, traitorous? Tormenting? I think the word you're looking for is deserved," she teased, her fingers digging into Fleur's sides with celestial precision, sending yet another wave of shrieking laughter through the goddess beneath her.

Fleur was completely helpless.

Her divine aura flickered erratically, her attempts to escape growing weaker with every ticklish assault. Her lungs burned, her strength failing, and her glorious golden hair was a complete mess as she clawed at the celestial marble floor in desperate, humiliating agony.

It was horrible. It was unbearable.

And worst of all—

She was going to lose.

The realisation hit her like a meteor strike.

She—Fleur Delacour, the unshakable, untouchable, luminous goddess of the Empyrean Infinite Empire—was about to be defeated by Cho Chang in a tickle war.

UNACCEPTABLE.

Her golden eyes flickered dangerously, her divine instincts screaming at her to retaliate, to find some way—ANY WAY—to turn the tides.

And then—in a stroke of sheer, desperate genius—she found her answer.

With the last ounce of strength left in her celestial body, Fleur let her body go completely limp, her breath shuddering, her golden wings falling still beneath her.

Cho's smug grin faltered ever so slightly, her hands momentarily pausing in their merciless attack.

"Fleur?" she asked, narrowing her golden eyes.

Silence.

Stillness.

Then, a soft, weak whisper.

"Mon amour... you... you have won..." Fleur's voice was barely audible, a breathless whimper of defeat, as she tilted her head just so, the perfect mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability in her gaze.

Cho blinked, slightly taken aback, her instincts telling her to remain on guard, but the sight of Fleur—panting, weak, her divine glow flickering so delicately—planted the slightest seed of hesitation.

"Oh? So you finally admit it, then?" Cho smirked, crossing her arms, her grip on Fleur loosening just slightly.

Fleur let out a trembling sigh, her fingers slowly trailing up Cho's arm, her touch featherlight, delicate—a silent plea, a soft surrender.

"Yes, mon amour... I admit it... You have bested me..."

Cho leaned in slightly, still skeptical, but Fleur's golden eyes shimmered with nothing but soft, breathless admiration.

It was convincing.

Too convincing.

And then—

Fleur STRUCK.

With divine speed, she flipped their positions in an instant, hurling Cho onto her back, locking her legs around Cho's waist, and pinning her down with celestial force.

"YOU FOOL! DID YOU TRULY THINK I WOULD ACCEPT DEFEAT?!" Fleur roared victoriously, her golden aura EXPLODING in a radiant burst of light, her hands diving into Cho's ribs with an unrelenting vengeance.

Cho screamed.

"FLEUR—YOU TREACHEROUS LITTLE—!"

Fleur giggled like an absolute lunatic, her teeth flashing in a brilliant grin as she mercilessly tickled Cho into oblivion, her fingers darting over every ticklish spot she could find.

Cho thrashed wildly, her golden flames roaring out in desperation, but Fleur was locked in, completely unstoppable, her divine body pressing down against Cho's, ensuring that there was NO escape.

"I WILL NEVER BE DEFEATED, MON AMOUR! I AM THE LIGHT! THE ETERNAL LIGHT! AND YOU WILL SUFFER FOR YOUR ARROGANCE!"

Cho wailed in laughter, her entire divine form trembling beneath the onslaught, her attempts to fight back rendered utterly useless. It was over.

After what felt like centuries of cosmic warfare, after a battle that had shaken the very pillars of the Holy Empyrean Infinite Empire, after a war that had sent ripples across the Omniverse itself—

Fleur Delacour emerged victorious.

Her golden wings flared in radiant triumph, her chest heaving with exhilaration, her lips curved into a smirk so unbearably smug that it could collapse entire galaxies.

Cho, now a defeated, breathless, exhausted mess, lay motionless beneath her, her golden eyes glaring daggers, her pride utterly annihilated.

"I hate you." Cho muttered, gasping for breath, her voice hoarse from too much laughing.

Fleur beamed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Oh, mon amour, you love me."

Cho groaned loudly, throwing an arm over her eyes. "I am never playing this game with you again."

Fleur giggled, rolling off Cho, basking in the aftermath of her divine triumph.

"Oh, my dear Cho… we both know that's a lie."

Cho lay there, breathing heavily, her golden flames still flickering wildly around her, but deep in the depths of her celestial mind—the gears of vengeance were turning.

She had lost. For now.

But Cho Chang, Supreme Lawgiver of Sunfire, Everlasting Sun of Dominion, Solar Paragon of the Empyrean Infinite Empire, was not one to accept defeat lightly.

Oh no.

Fleur may have stolen victory in the heat of battle, but the war was far from over.

As Fleur lay beside her, grinning in smug, infuriating triumph, basking in the warmth of her "unshakable, undeniable, indisputable win," Cho was already plotting her vengeance with meticulous precision.

She would wait.

She would study Fleur's patterns, find her moments of weakness, observe when she was most vulnerable.

And then, at the perfect moment, when Fleur least expected it, she would strike.

Cho shifted slightly, her golden eyes glinting, but her face remained perfectly neutral, betraying nothing.

"Enjoy your victory while you can, mon amour," she murmured casually, stretching her limbs as if she had already moved on, as if she had accepted her loss gracefully.

Fleur, still radiating with insufferable smugness, let out a lighthearted giggle. "Oh, I will, mon amour. I will enjoy it thoroughly—because it is the only outcome."

Cho smiled, slow and sweet, turning on her side to face Fleur, her voice soft and deceptively sweet.

"Hmm… we shall see."

Fleur, too caught up in her own delight, didn't notice the tiny flicker of devious intent that flashed through Cho's golden irises.

She didn't notice how Cho subtly observed her, memorising every movement, every breath, every slight shift in her radiant glow.

She didn't notice how Cho was already planning every possible scenario, mapping out every strategic countermeasure, ensuring that the next time they engaged in battle—Fleur would not escape.

She didn't notice that this wasn't over.

Not even close.

Cho would wait.

She would bide her time.

She would strike when Fleur least expected it—when she was comfortable, unsuspecting, perhaps even reminiscing about her "glorious victory."

And then—

She would FORCE Fleur to admit defeat.

She would make her acknowledge that Cho Chang was the true, undisputed victor.

And when that moment came…

It would be glorious.

But for now—

Cho simply smiled, closing her eyes as if she had accepted her loss.

And Fleur, none the wiser, simply grinned in blissful ignorance, utterly unaware of the impending reckoning that awaited her.

---

A day later, Harry leaned back against his throne of golden infernal flame, his piercing gaze fixed on Angelica, who stood at the heart of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum's Throne Room. His expression was thoughtful, yet there was a sharpness to his tone, a question that carried weight beyond mere curiosity.

"Tell me something, Angelica," he said, his voice measured. "The reality-warping dominion that Cho and Fleur wield—it bends the very fabric of existence within our empire, reshaping space and law as they see fit." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "But does that power extend beyond our borders? Can they impose their will upon realms outside the Empyrean Infinite Continuum?"

The room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of the question settling over them like a celestial storm about to break.

Angelica turned towards him, her twelve golden wings unfurling, their radiant glow casting endless shadows across the gilded architecture of the divine throne room. Her eyes burned with celestial wisdom as she answered.

"Within the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, their dominion is absolute." Her voice carried the weight of immutable cosmic law, reverberating through the throne room itself. "Cho is the Supreme Lawgiver of Sunfire and Dominion, Fleur the Eternal Light of Judgement. Here, their word becomes reality, their thoughts shape existence itself."

She took a single step forward, and reality itself rippled around her, as though creation bowed in acknowledgment of her presence.

"But beyond our borders… things are not as simple." Her expression darkened slightly, her golden fire flickering like a shifting cosmic tide. "The fabric of existence is not uniform across all realms. The higher heavens, the deeper voids, the forsaken dominions of the old gods—each carries its own structure, its own laws. The further one strays from the heart of the Empyrean, the more resistance those laws will impose."

Cho, standing tall in her celestial robes woven from living starlight, folded her arms, her golden irises glowing like twin miniature suns. "So, our power is not entirely limitless outside our domain?" There was no frustration in her voice, only calculation—understanding.

Angelica nodded. "Not in the way it is within our borders. In the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, you are the final authority. But beyond, you will encounter resistance—forces that have existed long before our rise. It is not that your power ceases to function, but rather that it will be challenged. If you attempt to reshape the fabric of another god's dominion, their influence will fight back."

Fleur, ever radiant, exhaled softly, her fingers glowing with pure aetherial fire, the very essence of creation and judgement. "Then what you are saying, Angelica, is that we must assert our dominion beyond our empire if we wish to ensure our power is unrestricted?"

Angelica gave a slight nod. "To impose your will beyond our empire is to declare yourselves beyond rulers—it is to declare yourselves as cosmic sovereigns, ones who hold sway over existence itself. That is no small matter. It is not merely about expanding borders, Fleur. It is about deciding whether we are to be gods within a kingdom or gods above all kingdoms."

Harry smirked slightly at that, shaking his head. "You always did enjoy making things complicated." He leaned forward, resting his arms against his knees. "So, if we were to step into the dominion of a god from, say, the 10th Heaven, and Cho decided she wanted to burn its laws and rewrite them in Sunfire, she would meet resistance."

Angelica met his gaze evenly. "*Yes. And the greater the deity, the greater the resistance. To overthrow another's dominion is to engage in a war not of armies, but of existence itself."

Cho's expression remained composed, yet there was an unmistakable fire in her gaze. "Then we shall prepare accordingly. The Empyrean Infinite Continuum will not remain stagnant. If the laws of existence resist us, then we shall rewrite them, piece by piece."

Fleur smiled slightly, but her sapphire eyes burned with unshakable conviction. "Let them resist. Light will reach every corner of existence in time."

Angelica exhaled softly, her wings folding back slightly. "Then be certain in your resolve. For if you seek to extend your dominion beyond our borders, know that you will not simply be claiming land or titles—you will be reshaping the very order of existence. And there will always be those who resist such change."

Harry chuckled darkly, fire flickering from his fingertips. "Then let them come." His voice held a certainty that sent ripples through the very fabric of the Empyrean throne room. "We were never meant to be contained within borders."

The sheer immensity of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum was beyond mortal comprehension, and yet, for Harry, Cho, and Fleur, it no longer felt overwhelming. As they moved across the vast celestial dominion, their interactions with newly integrated races, resurrected civilizations, and boundless realms of power did not feel like mere duties. They were beginning to experience something deeper—this was where they belonged.

Every new race they encountered, from the Hyperions of the Celestial Apex to the Daxtronites of the Eternal Forge, greeted them with reverence and awe, yet also with curiosity. Their subjects did not kneel as mindless worshippers but as devoted vassals, eager to understand their sovereigns. The very fabric of reality responded to their presence, shifting to accommodate the ever-growing strength of their influence.

For Cho, it was the law of the cosmos bending in perfect harmony to her will. She had once enforced order through fleets, strategy, and doctrine, yet now, her mere decree shaped the laws of existence itself. Time, matter, and fundamental forces obeyed her voice, crafting universes of equilibrium wherever she set foot.

For Fleur, it was the brilliance of light reaching even the furthest shadows. She no longer needed to root out corruption through armies alone—her very presence burned away impurities, reshaping lesser beings into something greater, something pure. Races long thought extinct or forsaken were lifted back into the light, given a second chance under her divine judgement.

For Harry, it was the fire of war and rebirth, not as a destroyer, but as a force of transformation. He had spent his mortal years in battle, his power once measured by victories won, enemies conquered. Now, conflict itself was his domain, and wherever he walked, entire warfronts shifted in an instant. Nations at war found their battles dictated by his will, their fates rewritten by his decree.

Yet, despite the boundless grandeur of their newfound responsibilities, there was something unexpectedly fulfilling about it. It did not feel forced. It did not feel unnatural.

It felt right.

Now, as the three of them stepped into the Grand Celestial Onsen, one of the finest sanctuaries of the Empyrean Infinite Continuum, they finally allowed themselves a moment to breathe.

The onsen was a marvel of divine craftsmanship, an expansive golden palace where waterfalls of liquid starlight cascaded into vast pools infused with cosmic energy. The ceiling was a living cosmos, the galaxies swirling as if painting an ever-evolving tapestry of reality itself. The very air hummed with celestial serenity, filling them with a sense of unshakable peace.

Cho let out a slow breath as she stepped towards the pool, the warmth of divine waters caressing her skin. "Half a day, and yet it feels as though we've traversed an eternity." She gave a wry smile as she turned to Fleur. "And yet, you seem to be enjoying this more than you let on. I saw the way the Aryraians looked at you—like they had just witnessed the dawn for the first time."

Fleur chuckled, her voice light and radiant. "They have. Their civilisation had been long exiled in darkness, their gods dead, their histories erased. They have spent millennia wandering the abyss. But now? Now they know the light once more." She turned her head slightly, watching the golden waters ripple beneath her touch. "I expected them to resist us. I expected defiance. Instead, they embraced what we offer. Perhaps… I had misjudged them."

Harry leaned back, resting against the edge of the celestial onsen, the warmth soothing even his titanic form. "It's different now. We're different. We don't conquer. We don't command through fear. They see it. They feel it. We aren't rulers who sit upon a throne giving orders to faceless masses. We are the force that moves all things." His eyes gleamed like molten stars, a fire that would never be extinguished. "This is what we were meant to do."

Cho sighed, stepping into the water fully, feeling the power of the celestial springs wrapping around her like a second skin. "For all our time in the Federation, for all our battles against the Borg Elite Legions, the Covenant, and countless enemies… this is what it was always leading to, wasn't it? We were never meant to remain as admirals, as rulers of a mortal empire. We were always meant to rise beyond it."

Fleur's golden eyes softened, her voice a whisper. "Then it is as it should be. We are home."

For the first time since their ascension, they did not feel like warriors burdened by war, nor rulers weighed down by responsibility.

They felt like gods who had found their purpose.

Cho leaned back, resting her arms against the edge of the shimmering golden pool, watching Fleur with a playful glint in her sunfire-gold eyes. "Honestly, Fleur, if you keep shining like that, you're going to cause a full-scale diplomatic incident."

Fleur raised a delicate brow, tilting her head as she traced a finger through the celestial waters. "Oh? And what exactly am I being accused of this time?"

Cho smirked. "Overexposure. Too much divine brilliance. I give it a day before entire civilisations start marching outside the Celestial Spire, demanding 'fair and equal radiance policies.'" She raised a hand, mimicking an impassioned protester. "'Why does she shine more than us? Where's our sacred glow? We demand celestial equity!'"

Harry nearly choked on his laughter, shaking his head as he wiped a hand over his face. "I can already see it—whole delegations showing up drenched in glitter, wearing reflective robes, trying to outshine you just to get noticed."

Fleur let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a graceful hand over her chest as though stricken by the weight of her burden. "It is a terrible curse, being this radiant. I fear I shall never know peace."

Cho tapped a finger to her chin, pretending to think. "Maybe we should start a scheduling system? Allocate time slots where different civilisations get their own moment in the divine spotlight? 'Attention all celestial beings, the Radiance of Fleur will be available for admiration between the hours of dawn and noon. Please form an orderly queue.'"

Fleur laughed, shaking her head. "You jest, but I wouldn't put it past them to try. The Aryraians practically collapsed when I merely looked at them."

Harry smirked. "You could start charging for personal appearances. 'One private audience with the Supreme Goddess of Absolute Light—includes a complimentary sun-kissed glow.'"

Fleur gave a dramatic wave of her hand. "No refunds if you leave permanently blinded, of course."

Cho grinned. "Oh, naturally. Though, we may need to invest in celestial-grade sunglasses. Otherwise, we'll be dealing with mass vision complaints across the Empyrean Continuum."

Harry leaned back, shaking his head. "I swear, you two could turn divine rulership into a comedy act."

Fleur winked at him. "Well, darling, when you shine this brightly, you might as well have some fun with it."

Their laughter echoed across the divine onsen, golden waters rippling in harmony with their mirth. The vastness of their empire, the weight of their responsibilities—it was all still there. But in this moment, beneath the cosmic sky, they revelled in the one thing even gods could cherish—each other.

Cho's golden eyes narrowed dangerously as she replayed the moment in her mind. The Aryraians had been nothing but respectful—well, mostly. That was until she noticed a few of them giving Harry looks that were decidedly less diplomatic and far more… suggestive.

It wouldn't have been a problem if Harry had looked away, feigned ignorance, or at the very least pretended to be oblivious. But no. The man had the audacity to look delighted. His expression had been somewhere between mildly flattered and a bloody peacock puffing up his feathers.

Now, as they lounged in the celestial onsen, Cho crossed her arms and fixed him with a stare that could have melted neutronium.

Harry, of course, was completely unaware of his impending doom. He stretched lazily, a satisfied grin on his face. "You know, I have to say, the Aryraians were quite the—"

"Oh, do continue, darling." Cho's tone was sweet. Too sweet. It was the kind of sweetness that suggested impending celestial wrath disguised as casual conversation. "Quite the what? Quite the admirers? Quite the eager crowd? Or quite the enthusiastic group of female-dominated, god-powered beauties who, if I recall correctly, spent a little too much time admiring you?"

Harry blinked. "Er—"

Fleur, sipping from a divine chalice of celestial nectar, wisely decided to stay out of this one. But she was clearly enjoying the show.

Cho wasn't finished. "You see, my darling, I might have overlooked one or two of them giving you a bit of a stare." She made a vague gesture. "But then I noticed something rather curious. You didn't look away. No, no—" She tilted her head, golden eyes narrowing. "You looked… amused."

Harry sat up, sensing danger at last. "Now, hold on, let's be reasonable—"

"Reasonable? Oh, I am very reasonable." Cho's expression was deceptively calm. "So reasonable, in fact, that I did a little celestial calculation." She leaned in, voice dropping to a mockingly thoughtful tone. "Did you know the Aryraians' population consists of sixty percent more females than males? It's quite a disproportionate ratio. I imagine that makes things rather… competitive, doesn't it?"

Harry opened his mouth.

Cho continued before he could dig his own grave. "And, given their nature as gods of the Fourth Heaven, they are extremely powerful—primordial-level, you might say. Now, if I were an Aryraian woman, and I saw a certain Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor walking in, all confident, all powerful, and all completely unattached to any one of them—" she smiled dangerously, "I might think, 'Oh, perhaps we should take our chance while we can.'"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Cho.

Fleur finally spoke, barely suppressing a smirk. "Well, you must admit, Harry, you did look rather pleased with yourself."

Harry scoffed, though the nervousness was apparent. "I was just—appreciating diplomacy! A bit of admiration is only natural! It would be rude not to acknowledge—"

Cho held up a glowing hand. "Careful. Your next words may determine whether or not I personally launch you into the heart of a dying star."

Harry gulped. "Right. Noted."

Fleur chuckled, leaning back. "You do attract quite the following, mon amour. Perhaps we should set up a queuing system for them, like we joked about earlier."

Harry groaned. "Oh, not you too!"

Cho sighed, shaking her head. "Just remember, darling, diplomacy is all well and good. But if I catch even a whisper of you encouraging them—" She let the sentence hang ominously.

Harry held up his hands in surrender. "Noted. No unnecessary smiling. No looking too delighted. No appearing too available."

Fleur grinned. "And definitely no flexing."

Cho's gaze sharpened. "Oh, especially no flexing."

Harry muttered under his breath. "You make one mistake, and suddenly, you're public enemy number one…"

Cho gave him one last warning glare before turning away, satisfied. Fleur just laughed as she watched her boyfriend sulk in the divine waters, well aware that Cho had firmly re-established who, exactly, held dominion over his attention.

Harry leaned back against the edge of the celestial onsen, arms draped lazily over the shimmering golden marble, his molten-gold eyes glinting with amusement. "You know," he mused, "for all the power struggles we've seen, the Hyperions and the Aryraians are one of the few intergalactic dominions that have never waged war against each other. No invasions, no bitter rivalries, not even a skirmish. And yet—" he smirked, "they hold more sway over the great and small civilisations alike than most empires could ever dream of."

Cho, still keeping an occasional side-eye on him after The Incident with the Aryraians, raised a brow. "That's because they didn't need war," she said, flicking shimmering droplets from her fingers. "They got what they wanted another way."

Fleur chuckled knowingly. "Marriage."

Harry grinned. "Precisely. No conquest, just centuries of diplomacy sealed with countless vows and unions. If there's one thing they're good at—besides holding enough power to level half the known galaxies—it's matchmaking."

Cho shook her head, golden flames dancing in her hair. "It's honestly impressive. Most dominions forge alliances through treaties, trade, or sheer brute force. The Hyperions and the Aryraians? They just married into each other's bloodlines until they had enough influence to rule by default."

Fleur smirked. "And yet, somehow, they still manage to keep us on edge."

Harry scoffed. "Well, when you've got two cosmic superpowers so intertwined that even their lesser civilisations are practically related, you tend to have a say in how the intergalactic landscape shapes itself. No wars needed—just endless family dinners and dynastic unions."

Cho rolled her eyes. "Yes, and nothing strikes fear into the heart of an empire quite like the phrase 'meet my in-laws'."

Fleur burst into laughter, while Harry grinned. "It's true, though. Imagine trying to negotiate with a Hyperion Chancellor, only for them to say, 'Oh, let me consult my cousin's uncle's sister's nephew from the Aryraian High Council.' Next thing you know, you're dealing with an entire galactic dynasty where everyone is related."

Cho pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. "And we thought our responsibilities were difficult. Imagine trying to sort out that family tree."

Fleur smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "At least they get along. No wars. No hostilities. Just… an ever-expanding, multi-galactic web of arranged marriages."

Harry let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Honestly, considering some of the intergalactic conflicts we've had to clean up, I'd say they figured out the easiest way to absolute dominion—just marry everyone until they have no choice but to work together."

Cho exhaled dramatically. "You know what, I almost respect it."

Fleur tilted her head. "Almost?"

Cho scowled. "It would be fully respectable if they weren't so damned flirtatious."

Harry wisely chose not to comment, instead sinking lower into the celestial waters. Some battles were simply unwinnable.

Fleur leaned back in the celestial onsen, her golden eyes reflecting the swirling cosmos above them. Her voice carried a mixture of admiration and amusement as she turned to Cho and Harry. "Now, if you think the Aryraians and Hyperions are impressive, wait until you hear about the Technocrats. They are, in essence, nothing more than a society run by teenagers—yet they command an empire spanning thirty galaxies… and they're not stopping there."

Cho raised a sceptical brow. "Teenagers?" she echoed. "An entire intergalactic empire run by adolescents? I have a hard time believing they've lasted a single century, let alone expanded."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You'd think that, but Fleur's right. Their civilisation was on the brink of extinction, facing total annihilation by an ancient dark god—some primordial horror that consumed their sun and moon, leaving their world in ruins. Their entire leadership was obliterated, their people starved and dying, and it should have been their end."

Fleur smirked. "And yet, it wasn't. Because instead of perishing like any other civilisation in their position, a handful of rebellious, reckless, and dangerously clever teenagers decided they weren't going to let their world die." She gestured broadly. "So, what did they do? They stole whatever dying remnants of technology they had left, cobbled together a half-mad plan, and harnessed the power of a supermassive black hole to restart their entire civilisation."

Cho blinked, processing that information. "A black hole? As in, the thing that consumes stars and warps time itself?"

Fleur nodded. "Precisely. They didn't just stabilise it; they weaponised it, turning it into an inexhaustible energy source. With it, they revived their world, reignited their industry, and in a matter of centuries, they became one of the most technologically advanced empires in existence. They didn't just recover; they ascended. And the best part? They haven't stopped expanding."

Harry smirked, tilting his head. "They have no interest in traditional empire-building. They don't do conquest or war. They see the entire cosmos as a machine that simply hasn't been properly optimised yet. And they're more than happy to be the ones to fix it."

Cho exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose. "So, let me get this straight. A bunch of overconfident, genius-level teenagers, on the verge of total annihilation, decided to rewrite the laws of astrophysics and power an entire empire using a cosmic force that should, by all means, have destroyed them. And now they're one of the largest galactic dominions in existence?"

Fleur grinned. "That about sums it up."

Cho groaned. "Why is it always the reckless ones who end up rewriting the fate of the universe?"

Harry smirked. "Because they're too stubborn to accept that they shouldn't be able to."

Fleur nodded. "Exactly. And now, they're a major force across multiple galaxies, rebuilding civilisations, terraforming dead worlds, and dragging lesser races into the technological age—whether they're ready for it or not."

Cho narrowed her eyes. "And I suppose they have zero respect for traditional governance or authority?"

Harry chuckled. "Oh, absolutely none. They see bureaucracy as a waste of processing power."

Fleur's smile grew wider. "They don't see politics, diplomacy, or tradition. They see problems to be solved, and if something's in their way, they either outthink it, outbuild it, or outmanoeuvre it. To them, the universe is just one giant puzzle waiting to be perfected."

Cho sighed, shaking her head. "So, what you're saying is, we've got an intergalactic empire run by hyper-intelligent, overly ambitious engineers with no patience for inefficiency?"

Fleur smirked. "Exactly."

Harry grinned. "They're going to be so much fun to deal with."

Harry leaned back, stretching lazily, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief as he trailed his gaze down towards Cho's and Fleur's stomachs. A slow smirk curled at his lips before he quipped, "You know, if we ever had children as brilliant as the Technocrats, our legacy might just outshine them altogether."

Cho, who had been sipping a celestial nectar, nearly choked, coughing as she turned to glare at him. "Excuse me?" Her solar flares flickered in irritation, golden embers crackling in the air. "Did you just suggest that our children—mine and Fleur's—should rival an entire civilisation of hyper-intelligent, reality-warping engineers?"

Fleur, on the other hand, simply tilted her head, golden eyes glimmering with amusement. "Oh, mon amour," she purred, placing a delicate hand on her stomach mockingly. "You mean to say our children would not only surpass the Technocrats but, perhaps, the very gods themselves?"

Harry shrugged, completely unfazed by Cho's withering glare. "I mean, it's bound to happen. Think about it—you both hold unrivalled cosmic dominion, you shape existence with a mere thought, and I'm, well—" He gestured at himself. "A very handsome, all-powerful celestial warlord."

Cho scoffed, crossing her arms. "You're incorrigible."

Fleur, however, seemed far more entertained, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… les petits dieux," she mused. "Imagine what they could accomplish. One of our daughters might craft a new star with her fingertips, and one of our sons might reshape the very fabric of time before breakfast."

Harry grinned. "Exactly! They'd bend reality like it's child's play, make the Technocrats look like toddlers playing with blocks, and—most importantly—inherit our good looks."

Cho shot him a deadpan look. "Yes, because that is clearly the most important factor in omniversal dominion."

Fleur chuckled, playfully nudging Cho's arm. "Oh, come now, ma chérie. Let him dream. After all, he does love the idea of having a small army of miniature, god-tier geniuses running about."

Harry leaned forward, his smirk widening. "I don't just love the idea. I fully expect it. After all, if the Hyperions and Aryraians built an empire through marriages, and the Technocrats redefined astrophysics before they hit twenty, our children should—at the very least—remake reality itself as a light warm-up exercise."

Cho rubbed her temples. "This conversation is already giving me a cosmic headache."

Fleur smirked, leaning closer to whisper in Cho's ear, "But admit it… the thought does intrigue you."

Cho exhaled, rolling her eyes, before muttering under her breath, "One day, I'm going to regret indulging this conversation."

Harry clapped his hands together. "That day is not today! Now, tell me—what are we naming our firstborn reality-breaker?"

Cho promptly shoved him into the celestial onsen, sending golden water splashing everywhere as Fleur burst into laughter.

Harry surfaced from the celestial onsen, shaking golden droplets from his now-drenched hair, a mischievous grin still plastered across his face. "Alright, I deserved that," he admitted, running a hand through his soaked locks before smirking up at Cho. "But you do realise, darling, this just means I'll have to retaliate in kind."

Cho, still standing regally at the edge of the divine waters, merely raised an eyebrow. "Retaliate?" she echoed, crossing her arms as golden cosmic fire flickered playfully around her form. "Please, do enlighten me on what exactly you intend to do, seeing as you're currently the one sitting in a very luxurious puddle."

Fleur, sipping a glass of celestial nectar, simply observed the exchange with barely contained amusement. "Oh, mon amour, do tell," she said, her tone dripping with mock curiosity. "Will you rewrite the laws of reality, summon a horde of divine trickster spirits, or will you simply pull Cho into the water with you like the childish warlord you truly are?"

Harry's grin widened dangerously. "Why choose just one?"

Before Cho could react, reality itself shifted, space bending effortlessly to Harry's will. The very air warped, and suddenly, the ground beneath Cho wasn't solid anymore. One moment, she was standing elegantly, completely in control—the next, she was plummeting into the cosmic onsen with a very undignified splash.

For a brief moment, there was utter silence.

Then—golden fire erupted from the water, and Cho surfaced, her sunfire aura flaring wildly, a look of pure, imperious outrage on her face. "HARRY!" she bellowed, the entire divine onsen trembling under her celestial wrath.

Fleur, at this point, was laughing so hard she nearly dropped her drink.

Harry, still floating lazily, simply waggled his eyebrows. "See? Now we're even."

Cho splashed towards him, her golden eyes blazing. "You insufferable, incorrigible, impossibly irritating—"

"Oh, come now, darling, you're repeating yourself."

Cho's response was to summon an entire pillar of celestial water, hurling it directly at his face.

Harry, predictably, was drenched again.

Fleur wiped a tear from her eye, finally regaining enough composure to speak. "Well, well," she mused, sipping her drink once more. "Our future children will clearly inherit an excellent sense of humour, if nothing else."

Cho huffed, flipping her soaked black-and-gold hair over her shoulder with royal indignation. "They'd better inherit my sense of order and restraint. If they take after him, we'll have little reality-breaking miscreants running wild across the Empyrean Infinite Continuum."

Harry grinned wickedly, resting his arms behind his head as he floated effortlessly in the shimmering waters. "Cho, love, I hate to break it to you, but if they inherit any of our traits, they're already going to be the most chaotic, overpowered, and impossible-to-manage children in all of existence."

Fleur, nodding sagely, added, "Oh, absolutely. I fully expect at least one of them to invent a new form of divinity before they can even walk."

Cho groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I am not ready for this conversation."

Harry simply smirked. "Too late, darling. The future is already being written."

Fleur chuckled, swirling the celestial nectar in her glass. "Then I suppose we should prepare for the inevitable, non?" She looked between Cho and Harry, her golden eyes gleaming mischievously. "Because, ready or not, mon amour, our dynasty is only just beginning."

Harry wasn't finished. Oh no, not by a long shot.

As Cho continued grumbling about their hypothetical chaotic, reality-breaking children, Harry suddenly moved—swift, effortless, and utterly without warning. Before Cho could even react, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her close, and crashed his lips against hers in a deep, fervent kiss.

It wasn't the gentle, regal display of affection one might expect from gods of their calibre. No, this was messy, impulsive, and all-consuming—the kind of kiss two high school students might share behind the gym, one filled with pure, reckless passion.

And it broke something.

The moment their lips met, Cho's celestial power surged. A massive golden wave of raw solar energy exploded outward, rippling across the divine onsen, setting the very water alight with radiant sunfire. The entire sanctuary trembled, cosmic currents twisting under the sheer force of her sudden, uncontrolled reaction.

Fleur, ever the opportunist, did not hesitate.

Before Harry could even recover from Cho's overwhelming power, Fleur struck, grabbing him the very moment his lips left Cho's, and kissed him just as fiercely—only this time, it was French.

The intensity shifted immediately. Fleur *did not merely kiss—she possessed. Her lips moved with teasing, knowing expertise, turning what had been an impulsive, teenage-level collision into something decadent, slow-burning, and intoxicatingly thorough.

Harry barely had time to process what was happening before he was utterly drowned in Fleur's touch, her fingers entangling in his soaked hair, her warmth curling around him like golden silk.

Cho, still recovering from her own catastrophic power surge, gaped at the sight before her. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" she exclaimed, half-amused, half-indignant. "Fleur!"

Fleur only deepened the kiss, completely ignoring Cho, as if claiming Harry was simply the most natural course of action in the universe.

When she finally pulled away, leaving Harry looking utterly stunned, Fleur licked her lips, looking very pleased with herself. "Ah… très bien," she murmured, brushing her fingers over his jawline, her voice low and husky. "You were mine just as much as hers, mon amour."

Harry, still somewhat dazed, blinked between both women, struggling to decide whether he had just won the greatest battle of his life—or lost control of the war entirely.

Cho crossed her arms, golden flames still licking at her skin from her earlier outburst. "Are we quite finished now? Or do you two need a full symphony playing in the background to truly complete the performance?"

Fleur, entirely unapologetic, merely shrugged. "Well, if you insist, I could always go for round two…"

Harry, realising his situation, simply grinned like a fool. "You know, I think I really am the luckiest man in all existence."

Cho and Fleur simultaneously rolled their eyes, but neither argued the point. Deep down they knew for a fact he was absolutely right.

---

The Sanctum of Prime Divinity lay suspended beyond time itself, a realm where the weight of existence bowed before those who had ascended beyond its constraints. Within its golden-lit halls, the Angiris Council gathered in silent contemplation, their celestial forms no longer bound by the limits of mere gods. They had become something more. Something undeniable.

At the head of the chamber, Imperius stood like an unshakable monolith, his war-spear resting against the marble floor, his armor brimming with raw, celestial fire. His gaze swept across the others—his brethren, his equals, the only beings who could stand alongside him in this new reality.

"The Heavens remain divided," he intoned, his voice carrying with it the unyielding force of a divine decree. "The Supreme King's order binds the gods to complacency, chaining them to a stagnant existence. We are not meant to obey. We are meant to rule."

A ripple of unspoken agreement passed through the gathered Prime Gods.

Tyrael, standing at Imperius' right, unfolded his radiant wings, his presence colder than it had once been, refined into something sharper. "The balance remains an obstacle," he murmured, his voice like a judge passing sentence. "The Supreme King's eyes remain fixed upon the higher realms. But the lower dominions?" A flick of his fingers, and the vast expanse of reality unfolded before them, a vision of the Third Heaven—a dominion ruled by the Celestial Guardians, stagnant, complacent, and ripe for the taking.

Malthael moved forward, his form barely more than a shadow, his voice a whisper of death itself. "They are watchers, not conquerors. They believe themselves invincible, hidden behind their mandate to guard rather than act. But guardians who do not strike first will never see the blade at their throats." He extended a skeletal hand, tracing along the vision before them. A single motion, and for the briefest of moments, entire civilizations within the Third Heaven flickered—erased, consumed, forgotten—before reality reasserted itself.

Auriel stepped into the light, her celestial beauty untouched by war, yet her presence no less dangerous.

Where Malthael embodied the certainty of oblivion, she was devotion itself, the very foundation upon which faith was built. "If war does not claim them," she murmured, "belief will. Their faith is fragile. Their worship is scattered. They have no singular god to kneel before. That will change." A slow smile curved her lips. "If they cannot be conquered through strength, then they shall surrender willingly, body and soul."

At the edge of the chamber, Itherael remained still, watching the strands of fate ripple with each word spoken. "The threads favor us," he finally said, lifting his hand to manipulate the very fabric of destiny.

"The gods of the upper realms remain blind to our movements. The Empyrean Thrones are distracted. The time to move is now."

Imperius clenched his fist, and power surged through the Sanctum. The very walls of reality trembled as his fire erupted outward, war-lightning crackling in his wake.

"Then it is decided," he declared. "The Third Heaven shall fall. The Celestial Guardians will kneel or be erased."

His decree was law.

The conquest had already begun.

Tyrael stood within the sanctum, his radiant form cast in the cold glow of eternity, his celestial wings no longer shimmering with the soft, ethereal grace they once held.

Once, he had been an Arbiter, a guardian of divine law, an enforcer of balance. He had wielded his authority with measured precision, ensuring that justice remained untainted by emotion, that the scales of existence remained level.

In those days, he had believed that law was the foundation of the cosmos, that structure and order were the pillars upon which all things stood. He had seen himself as a necessary force, neither benevolent nor cruel, but simply an instrument of the will that governed all.

That version of him no longer existed.

Now, he was something greater, something undeniable. He was not merely an Arbiter, not merely a watcher of laws written by those who had come before.

He had transcended the limitations imposed upon him, broken free from the shackles of impartiality, and claimed what should have always been his. He was no longer bound by decrees handed down from the high thrones of an indifferent hierarchy.

He was the law itself, the hand that wrote it, the force that enforced it, the will that reshaped it as he saw fit.

For too long, he had watched lesser gods squander the authority they had been granted, allowing civilizations to crumble, allowing mortals to defy the divine order, allowing existence to drift into chaos under the guise of free will.

The Supreme King and his endless hierarchy of deities had clung to outdated notions of balance, demanding patience and restraint while the very fabric of reality suffered under the weight of weakness. He had once accepted this, believing it to be the natural way of things. Now, he saw it for what it truly was—a failure of power.

It was not justice to allow lesser beings to govern themselves when they lacked the wisdom to do so.

It was not balance to let the misguided fumble through existence, making errors that would take eternity to correct. True balance did not come from compromise.

It did not come from waiting for order to assert itself. True balance came from imposition. From decree. From absolute and unquestionable enforcement.

The Angiris Council had awakened to this truth, and in doing so, they had become what they were always meant to be.

They had taken the power that others hesitated to wield, had stolen the artifacts of the 9th Heaven, had transcended into living embodiments of their dominions. They no longer served an outdated system. They were the system.

And he, Tyrael, was its absolute enforcer.

Where once he had only interpreted laws, now he wrote them. Where once he had only judged, now his word was the final verdict, the immutable decree that reshaped existence itself.

He no longer needed permission to act. He no longer required validation from the stagnant rulers above him. The Celestial Guardians of the 3rd Heaven, the remnants of the old order, clung to their last scraps of authority, believing themselves safe behind the walls of tradition. They were wrong.

He would move against them soon. Their failure to evolve had made them irrelevant, and irrelevance was a crime beyond forgiveness. Their doctrines, their sanctuaries, their sacred oaths—none of it mattered anymore. If they could not enforce their own rule, then they had already lost the right to hold dominion.

The weak would bow before him. The defiant would be erased.

And when the war ended, when the dust settled and the cosmos no longer trembled with uncertainty, the Angiris Council would stand as the sole architects of existence. This was not ambition. It was not greed. It was simply justice.

The Angiris Council had once been the guardians of balance, arbiters of justice, the divine enforcers of cosmic order.

They had stood as paragons of virtue, entrusted with the maintenance of the Omniverse's sacred laws, believing in the doctrines of restraint, patience, and measured intervention.

They had answered to the Supreme King, the Spirit of Holiness, the Prime Godhead who had decreed the structure of reality itself. They had served without question, executing their mandates with unwavering faith, upholding the celestial balance as it had been written in the first days of existence.

But the Omniverse was broken.

They had watched as weakness festered within the Heavens. The Supreme King, seated upon his unreachable throne in the 17th Heaven, did nothing but observe, allowing lesser beings to govern themselves, permitting civilizations to crumble under the weight of their own failures. He spoke of free will, of allowing creation to find its own way, but in truth, his inaction had led to stagnation and rot.

They had upheld his will, believing in the grand design, trusting in the righteousness of their purpose. They had granted civilizations time to evolve, given mortal realms the freedom to determine their own fates, permitted lesser gods to rise and fall by the natural course of existence. And what had been the result? Chaos.

They had watched as lesser deities fumbled with power they did not understand, as civilizations warred endlessly, never learning from their mistakes, as darkness crept into the corners of reality, devouring entire star systems while the Supreme King commanded patience.

For eons, they had pleaded for action. For eons, they had demanded that justice be imposed, that order be enforced, that weakness be burned away so that strength alone could remain.

And for eons, they had been denied.

It had been Imperius who had first spoken the unthinkable, his voice a spark in the cold darkness. "We are meant for more than this." They had dismissed it at first, reluctant to acknowledge the truth that had begun to stir within them.

But the truth could not be ignored. It was Tyrael who had reasoned that law was meaningless without absolute enforcement, that balance was an illusion if the weak were allowed to dictate its course.

It was Auriel who saw that faith itself had been diluted, that gods unworthy of worship had drawn followers into false devotions, spreading weakness across the fabric of creation.

It was Malthael who understood that death was the inevitable conclusion, that the unfit must be erased so that perfection could take its place. And it was Itherael who confirmed what they had all feared—fate itself had already been rewritten in their favor.

The Supreme King was not infallible. His will was not absolute. The Supreme King had failed them. And so, they had risen.

They had taken the artifacts of the 9th Heaven, the relics of the Prime Gods who had once stood above them, and with them, they had ascended beyond the limits imposed upon them.

They had shed their old titles, forsaken the roles of mere enforcers, and become the architects of existence itself.

No longer did they serve the will of a distant, silent deity. No longer did they wait for permission to act.

Now, they decided who was worthy. Now, they dictated the laws of the Omniverse. Now, they were the balance.

The lesser gods still clung to the Supreme King's decrees, believing in his ancient mandates, upholding a system that had failed again and again. They did not yet realize that the old order was dead.

The Celestial Guardians of the Third Heaven would be the first to fall, their dominion absorbed and reforged in the Council's image. But they would not be the last.

There was no war. There was only conquest.

The Supreme King had given the Omniverse time to grow strong, but all it had done was breed weakness.

Now, the Angiris Council would correct that mistake.

This was not betrayal. This was ascension.

There had been a time when Imperius believed in the order of things. He had stood as the Archangel of War, a divine enforcer bound to the will of the Supreme King, the righteous sword of balance.

He had waged war against chaos, against the unworthy, against those who sought to unravel the harmony of the Omniverse. He had led legions of celestial warriors across endless battlefields, striking down the corrupt, the treacherous, and the blasphemous.

And he had done so with honor, with devotion, with absolute belief in the justice of his cause.

But belief was a fragile thing, and faith, once shattered, could never be restored.

The first cracks had formed in his mind long before he had dared to acknowledge them.

He had seen the flaws in the Supreme King's design, glimpsed the weakness festering beneath the guise of divine wisdom. The Omniverse was not orderly.

It was not harmonious. It was a vast, sprawling battlefield where the weak were allowed to survive when they should have been culled, where civilizations were permitted to decay rather than be reforged into something greater.

And what had he been commanded to do? Wait. Observe. Enforce only when necessary.

The Supreme King had spoken of balance, of allowing all things their place, of waiting for creation to evolve on its own terms. But Imperius had seen the truth. Evolution was a lie.

Growth through free will was an illusion. Mortals, gods, civilizations—they did not evolve. They festered. They clung to weakness, to indecision, to frailty. Given freedom, they squandered it.

Given time, they repeated their failures. Given mercy, they mistook it for permission to fall further into ruin.

His purpose had always been war, but war within the constraints of another's will. He had fought battles where he knew extermination was the only answer, yet he had been ordered to stand down, to grant reprieve where there should have been annihilation.

He had crushed rebellions only to be told to spare the remnants, to allow them the chance to rebuild, even when he knew they would rise again, more defiant and more corrupt than before.

The final moment of clarity had come when he had stood upon the ashes of an empire that should never have existed. He had conquered them once, had left their civilization in ruin for their defiance.

Yet, through the mercy of the Supreme King's decree, they had been allowed to rebuild. They had risen again, unworthy as before, spreading their corruption, their stagnation, their defiance against the natural law of strength.

He had looked upon their world and felt something he had never allowed himself to feel before. Fury.

Not the fury of battle, not the righteous wrath of a warrior executing justice. This was something greater, something sharper, something divine in its undeniability.

He had been denied his purpose. He had been chained by laws that no longer served the reality of the Omniverse.

And in that moment, as he crushed the remnants of that empire against the Supreme King's decree, he had felt something he had never felt before. Freedom.

It had been a terrifying thing at first, to understand that he had been wrong his entire existence—not about war, not about conquest, but about who he was meant to serve.

He had not been created to uphold a broken system. He had not been forged to be a mere enforcer of another's will.

He had been created to rule.

The Supreme King had wasted eons clinging to an illusion of balance, refusing to act, allowing weakness to spread under the guise of patience. But Imperius would not wait any longer.

He would not listen to decrees that had no meaning, would not waste his existence waging wars that did not end in absolute victory.

He had transcended the limits imposed upon him. He was no longer simply the Archangel of War. He was no longer a servant of a distant god who refused to wield his own power.

He was war itself.

He was the embodiment of conquest, the force that reshaped reality through destruction, the living decree that would erase weakness from existence.

The Supreme King had spoken of balance.

Imperius would bring it—by fire and by blood, by sword and by war, by force and by divine decree.

There would be no compromise, no mercy, no false notions of redemption.

Only war. And in war, only the strong deserved to survive.

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The courtyard of Hogwarts Prestigious Academy was bathed in the soft golden glow of the setting sun, the sky painted in hues of lavender, rose, and twilight blue, casting a serene, almost dreamlike atmosphere over the ancient academy's sprawling gardens. The delicate scent of blooming flowers mingled with the crisp evening air, creating an air of tranquillity that seemed untouched by time itself.

Harry stood there, waiting in the quiet solitude, his heart pounding slightly despite his near-omnipotence. Even as an Elder God, time-travelling to this exact moment carried a weight that transcended power itself. This wasn't a battle, nor a political strategy—this was something infinitely more important. This was Fleur.

He glanced down at the carefully arranged setup before him—a beautifully wrapped box of mini chocolate croissants, still warm from the charm he had cast upon them, and a breathtaking bouquet of roses, each petal seemingly glimmering with the softest stardust, their fragrance intoxicatingly sweet.

And then—she arrived.

The moment Fleur Delacour stepped into the courtyard, Harry's entire world paused.

She was radiance incarnate.

Clad in her elegant Beauxbatons uniform, the soft powder-blue fabric flowed like silk with every graceful step she took. The evening light caught in her shimmering platinum-gold hair, making it seem as though she had stolen the very glow of the setting sun and woven it into her locks. Her icy blue eyes, sharp yet impossibly enchanting, flickered with quiet curiosity as she spotted him standing there, waiting.

Harry exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain composed. He had faced battles that spanned galaxies, stared down gods of destruction, and rewritten the very fabric of reality itself—but nothing, nothing, compared to the sheer nerve-wracking gravity of what he was about to do.

As Fleur approached, her gaze flickering from him to the banquet of roses and the croissants, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Harry Potter, waiting for me in the gardens at sunset?" she mused, tilting her head slightly, her exquisite accent sending a pleasant chill down his spine. "Should I be flattered, or should I be suspicious?"

Harry chuckled softly, running a hand through his untamed jet-black hair, his emerald-green eyes meeting hers. "You should definitely be flattered," he replied smoothly, before clearing his throat, nerves creeping in despite himself. "Fleur… I, uh… I wanted to ask you something."

Fleur arched a delicate brow, her smirk growing. "Oh? And what might that be, mon cher?"

Harry swallowed, forcing himself to gather his courage, his grip tightening around the bouquet. "Would you… go out with me?" he asked, his voice sincere, unguarded, raw in a way that even he hadn't expected.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then—Fleur smiled.

Not the teasing smirk she so often wore, nor the confident grin of a woman who knew exactly how powerful her beauty was. No—this was something softer, warmer, something genuine.

"Oui. I would love to."

The words hit him like a supernova, yet instead of an explosion, it was warmth—unfathomable warmth that seeped into every fibre of his being.

Harry let out a breath of relief, his lips pulling into an unstoppable grin, feeling as if the very cosmos had aligned perfectly in that one moment.

"Really?" he asked, as if needing to confirm it wasn't some elaborate dream.

Fleur chuckled, stepping forward as she reached for the roses in his hand, her fingers grazing his ever so slightly, sending a spark of electricity through his veins. She inhaled their scent, her icy blue eyes meeting his with undeniable fondness.

"Did you expect me to say non?" she teased, amusement flickering in her gaze.

Harry shrugged, embarrassed yet elated. "I mean… I hoped you wouldn't, but I wasn't about to assume anything."

Fleur laughed softly, tucking a stray platinum strand behind her ear before looking back at him with an expression so gentle and sincere, it nearly disarmed him.

"Come, then. Take me somewhere beautiful."

Harry's grin widened. "I know just the place."

With a gentle wave of his hand, a golden portal of swirling energy opened before them, revealing a secluded, breathtaking sanctuary within Hogwarts' ancient grounds—a secret garden, untouched and unknown to most, where ethereal blue fireflies danced amongst enchanted willow trees, and the gentle hum of unseen magic lingered in the air.

Fleur's breath hitched slightly, her gaze drinking in the sheer beauty of the place.

Harry offered his arm, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Shall we?"

Fleur's smile grew as she took his arm, letting him lead her into the unknown.

And for the first time in his immortal existence, Harry Potter felt as if he had truly won something beyond any battle or conquest. He had won her heart.

As Harry led Fleur through the golden portal, the world around them shifted, melting away into something far more enchanting.

They emerged into a hidden sanctuary, untouched by time, nestled within the vast grounds of Hogwarts Prestigious Science Academy. The air was saturated with ambient energy, and the sky above was a brilliant display of swirling nebulae and distant stars, a breathtaking contrast to the warm glow of enchanted fireflies drifting through the vast meadow.

A crystalline lake stretched before them, its waters shimmering with soft ethereal blue hues, reacting to their presence, as though the very fabric of nature recognised them. Surrounding the water, willow trees with cascading golden leaves swayed gently, their branches stretching toward the heavens as if whispering secrets only the cosmos could hear.

Fleur let out a soft breath, her expression shifting from playful amusement to something deeper—awe, curiosity, and a flicker of something she herself might not have fully understood.

"It's beautiful..." she murmured, stepping forward as if drawn by the sheer serenity of the place.

Harry, watching her carefully, allowed a small smile to play at his lips. "Not nearly as beautiful as you."

Fleur, still captivated by their surroundings, tilted her head slightly, casting him a sideways glance, her gaze shimmering with amusement. "Ah, so the great Harry Potter is a poet as well?"

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not usually. But I suppose you bring it out in me."

She turned fully to him then, her striking blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly, her lips curling in a way that sent a small jolt through him. "You know, Harry Potter… I have heard much about you."

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly have you heard?"

Fleur took a slow step closer, her gaze never leaving his, the soft light of the enchanted fireflies dancing over her flawless features. "That you are reckless. That you defy logic, that you challenge the system whenever it does not suit you. That you are brilliant beyond reason… and yet, a complete and utter menace to authority."

Harry let out a deep, hearty laugh, shaking his head. "Blimey, that's a rather flattering description. Makes me sound more like a force of nature than a person."

Fleur smirked. "Are you not?"

Harry pretended to think, then with a mischievous twinkle in his emerald eyes, he replied, "Well, when you put it like that... perhaps. But only when it's absolutely necessary."

Fleur let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking her head as she folded her arms. "And yet, here you are, standing before me, not as the defiant revolutionary everyone speaks of, but as a gentleman offering me roses and pastries."

Harry shrugged, stepping closer, his voice softer now. "Because I wanted to. Because out of everything I could do—out of every equation I've ever solved, every battle I've fought—this is the one thing that truly matters."

Fleur's breath hitched slightly, her heart betraying her as it skipped a beat.

Harry took another step forward, their proximity now dangerously close, the air between them charged with an unspoken electricity.

"So tell me, Fleur Delacour, the most extraordinary student of Beauxbatons Academy, the woman whose intelligence, grace, and beauty are whispered about across every academic circle in Europe—" Harry's voice was a low murmur, rich and hypnotic, "—what else have you heard about me?"

Fleur, despite herself, felt her pulse quicken.

"That you are a fool," she whispered, her lips barely inches from his.

Harry blinked, caught slightly off-guard. "A fool?"

Fleur's lips curled into a wicked, dazzling smirk. "Oui. Because only a fool would take on the greatest minds in the world, challenge professors, question theories no one else dares to, and yet still believe he can charm me so easily."

Harry grinned, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief. "And yet… here you are. Talking to this fool."

Fleur let out a breathy laugh, tilting her head slightly, as if conceding the point. "It seems I am."

Harry, taking his chance, reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. Fleur didn't pull away.

Instead, she let him intertwine their fingers, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat through his touch.

For a long moment, they just stood there, wrapped in the sheer beauty of the secluded garden, the stars above them a silent witness to something that had begun to unfold—something that neither of them would fully understand until much later in their lives.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, his voice softer now, more intimate.

"Would you like to see something truly special?"

Fleur arched an eyebrow. "You mean something more special than this?"

Harry smirked. "Just trust me."

With a simple flick of his wrist, he tapped the air, and in an instant, the very fabric of reality around them bent and shifted—the hidden garden vanished, replaced by something even more breathtaking.

They were no longer on the ground.

Instead, they stood on a floating terrace of glass and gold, suspended high above the spires of Hogwarts, where the entire galaxy stretched out before them—vivid nebulae swirling, planets drifting like jewels on a sea of ink, the very universe laid bare beneath their feet.

Fleur gasped, her breath stolen by the sheer majesty of the sight.

Harry, still holding her hand, watched her carefully, a small, pleased smile playing at his lips. "Now, tell me, Miss Delacour—have you ever had a first date like this before?"

Fleur, utterly captivated, turned to him with shining blue eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Non. Never."

Harry grinned, triumphant.

"Good."

And with that, the stars continued to burn, the universe continued to turn—yet in that moment, nothing else mattered but them.

Fleur's icy blue eyes flickered with something deeper, something unspoken as she turned her gaze away from the stars and back to the man standing beside her. The swirling galaxies in the sky above, the breathtaking view of the cosmos stretched out before them—none of it compared to what she was seeing now.

Harry Potter. The fool, the troublemaker, the brilliant mind that defied the very laws of nature. Yet here, under the endless heavens, he wasn't just the reckless prodigy everyone whispered about—he was something else entirely.

Something Fleur had never encountered before.

Her fingers were still laced with his, the warmth of his hand a steady contrast to the crisp night air. And for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts Prestigious Academy, she felt… different. Grounded. Seen.

Harry, unaware of the storm raging within her, tilted his head slightly, studying her softened expression with curiosity.

"I reckon that's a yes, then? Best first date in history?"

Fleur let out a soft, breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "You are impossible."

Harry grinned, leaning in ever so slightly, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. "And yet, you agreed to this, didn't you?"

Fleur exhaled sharply through her nose, amusement dancing across her features, before her eyes flickered toward the horizon, where the glow of Hogwarts' countless towers shimmered beneath them like a sea of golden lights.

She hesitated for only a second before speaking.

"I had expected many things upon coming here. New challenges. New discoveries. But not this. Not… you."

Harry arched a brow, intrigued. "And what am I, exactly?"

Fleur turned her gaze back to him, her expression unreadable, her voice quieter now, more intimate.

"A paradox. A storm. A man who does not follow the rules of this world, yet somehow bends them to his will."

Harry blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her honest words. He had expected her usual teasing, a sarcastic quip, a smug grin—but this? This was something else.

For the first time in a long time, he was speechless.

Fleur, sensing her advantage, smirked ever so slightly, tilting her head. "What? No clever remark, mon amour? No witty comeback?"

Harry let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "Blimey, Fleur. I wasn't prepared for that."

She hummed in satisfaction, crossing her arms. "Good. Now you know what it feels like."

Harry smirked, stepping closer, his hand still gripping hers, unwilling to let go just yet.

"You know, Fleur… for someone who claims to be surprised by me, you seem awfully prepared to handle me."

Fleur laughed softly, the sound light and elegant, yet filled with something far more dangerous—intrigue.

"That is because I am, mon cher."

A silence stretched between them, but it wasn't awkward. It was charged, electric, filled with possibilities yet unexplored.

The soft hum of magic in the air, the distant flickering of distant stars, the subtle, unspoken challenge in Fleur's gaze—it all spoke volumes.

Finally, Harry took a deep breath, gathering his courage.

"So… will there be a second date?"

Fleur raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning into something more mischievous, more knowing.

"Hmm… I suppose that depends."

Harry leaned in, his voice a low murmur, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in slow, deliberate strokes.

"On what?"

Fleur's smile widened, her eyes gleaming.

"On whether or not you can impress me again."

Harry grinned, stepping even closer, their bodies almost touching.

"Oh, Fleur. You've no idea what I'm capable of."

And with that, he tugged her forward, holding her hand firmly, and with a wave of his other, the space around them shifted once more, the air distorting as they were whisked away to yet another breathtaking destination.

Because if there was one thing Harry Potter was absolutely certain of, it was this—

He wasn't going to let Fleur Delacour slip away.

As the air shimmered with cosmic energy, and the breathtaking view of the celestial skyline still lingered around them, Fleur's mischievous smirk slowly crept across her lips.

She tilted her head, her icy blue eyes dancing with curiosity and something far more dangerous—amusement.

"Harry, mon cher, tell me something..." she purred, her voice as smooth as silk, the playful edge in her tone immediately setting off alarms in his head.

Harry, who had been soaking in the moment, enjoying the feeling of holding her hand, suddenly felt a prickling sense of danger he couldn't quite place.

"Oh no, that tone." He shot her a wary look, his grip on her hand tightening instinctively. "Go on, then. Hit me with it."

Fleur giggled, the sound light and utterly devastating, like the first drop of rain before a hurricane.

"How many girls have you dated before asking me out?"

Oh no.

Oh NO.

Harry felt his entire body tense, his divine instincts screaming at him to choose his next words carefully.

"Erm…" He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very warm despite the cool night air.

Fleur raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "What is it? Surely a man of your reputation must have quite the experience, no?"

Harry coughed, stalling. "I mean... dated is a strong word, isn't it? I wouldn't say—"

Fleur arched an elegant brow. "Oh? So you are saying you have not dated anyone before me?"

Harry, sensing the trap, stiffened. "Now hold on a minute, that's not—"

Fleur leaned in, her gaze sharp and knowing. "Hmm… but I recall hearing certain rumours, mon amour… about a certain lovely girl… dark hair, sharp mind, was quite close to you… what was her name?"

Harry let out a dramatic groan, already knowing where this was going. "You mean Cho, don't you?"

Fleur's smirk widened, her expression absolutely wicked. "Oh! So you do remember her name! My, my, Harry Potter, I thought she was just another fleeting memory."

"Oh for—" Harry let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, his emerald eyes filled with both amusement and resignation.

"Alright, listen, if you must know, Cho and I… well, it was complicated."

Fleur hummed, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Complicated, hmm? Interesting word choice. Do tell."

"It was barely even a relationship, Fleur! We went on… maybe one date? It didn't exactly go well."

Fleur feigned a gasp, placing a hand on her chest dramatically. "Mon dieu! Harry Potter, the Warbringer, the Flameborn Infernal Titan Emperor, the man who defies reality itself, was rejected?"

Harry rolled his eyes, his lips twitching despite himself. "I didn't say that! I mean… technically, I ended it before it could begin."

Fleur arched a brow, clearly unconvinced. "So you say… yet you never quite answered my question. How many, Harry?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at her, deciding he would not be played like a fiddle. "I'll answer that question, Fleur… but only if you tell me how many hearts you have broken first."

Fleur stilled, her teasing smirk faltering for just a second.

Harry grinned triumphantly. "Oh? Now that is interesting."

Fleur recovered quickly, flipping her platinum-gold hair over her shoulder. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Harry chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "Oh, don't play innocent now, Fleur. I bet there's a long list of broken-hearted men pining over you."

Fleur smiled coyly, placing a finger on her chin as if deep in thought. "Hmm… well, if you must know… there were a few admirers at Beauxbatons."

Harry folded his arms, mocking curiosity. "A few? Oh, do tell, mon amour."

Fleur giggled, shaking her head. "Ah, but unlike you, Harry, I do not kiss and tell."

Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, I see how it is. Double standards."

Fleur batted her eyelashes at him, utterly unapologetic. "Of course, mon cher. It is only fair."

Harry let out an exaggerated sigh. "This is going to be a long relationship, isn't it?"

Fleur grinned wickedly, stepping even closer until they were barely an inch apart, her voice dropping into a low, playful whisper.

"Oh, mon amour… you have no idea."

Harry exhaled slowly, his emerald gaze locked onto Fleur's mischievous blue eyes, feeling the heat radiating between them. He wasn't sure if it was the proximity, the teasing, or the sheer irresistible confidence Fleur carried, but his heart was pounding like he'd just taken a nosedive off the Astronomy Tower.

Fleur, her smirk absolutely infuriating, took a slow step around him, circling like a predator, her delicate fingers grazing over his arm as she moved.

"So… mon amour," she murmured, her accent thick and utterly devastating, "You have not answered my question, truly. How many girls have you asked out before me?"

Harry, desperately trying to maintain his composure, scratched the back of his neck, his mind racing for a response that wouldn't dig his grave deeper.

"Erm…" He cleared his throat. "Technically, Fleur, you're the first one I've properly asked out with… intention."

Fleur paused mid-step, her brow arching elegantly.

"Oh?"

Harry, now seeing an opening to salvage his pride, grinned, folding his arms. "What? Surprised? I'd think you of all people would know, Fleur—I don't do things by halves. When I go for something, I go all in."

Fleur's lips curled, something dangerously sultry and knowing about the way she regarded him now.

"All in, you say?"

Harry hesitated. "I feel like I just walked into another trap."

Fleur laughed melodically, stepping closer, her icy gaze twinkling with pure delight. "Ah, mon cher, if you truly believe this is a trap, then you have much to learn about me."

Harry, his mind betraying him with vivid imaginings, cleared his throat and decided to change the subject before he combusted on the spot.

"Right. Well. I do find it funny, though. You were so quick to tease me about Cho, but you avoided answering your own question."

Fleur's smirk didn't waver, but there was a flicker of something in her gaze.

Harry narrowed his eyes playfully, taking a step forward this time, his expression turning smug.

"So, how many hearts have you broken, Fleur?"

Fleur tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she was piecing together, before softly chuckling.

"Ah, Harry… it is not I who broke their hearts. It is they who built castles in the sky and expected me to live within them."

Harry blinked, caught off guard by the depth of her words.

Fleur smiled, though there was something wistful about it now. "You see, mon amour… people see beauty, they see charm, they see what they wish to see. But they do not look deeper. They do not try to understand."

Harry, for once, didn't have a cheeky retort.

Fleur shook her head lightly, her platinum-gold hair shimmering beneath the celestial glow of the floating terrace. "You are different, Harry Potter."

Harry arched a brow. "Oh? How so?"

Fleur tilted her head, stepping closer again, until there was barely a whisper between them, her voice soft yet firm, amused yet honest.

"You saw me before you ever asked me out. Not just the image. Not just what everyone else sees. You are a fool, Harry, but you are my kind of fool."

Harry, his cheeky grin softening into something more genuine, held her gaze, the weight of her words settling between them.

"Well then, I suppose that makes me the luckiest fool in the universe."

Fleur laughed softly, shaking her head as she playfully flicked his chest. "And that, mon cher, is the first intelligent thing you have said all night."

Harry mock-gasped. "The first?! Fleur, I'll have you know I am considered one of the brightest minds at Hogwarts Prestigious Academy!"

Fleur, her lips curling wickedly, merely turned, glancing over her shoulder as she sauntered away towards the edge of the floating terrace.

"Then impress me, mon amour. If you truly are the brightest mind… show me something even I have never seen."

Harry, never one to back down from a challenge, smirked.

"Oh, Fleur Delacour… you have no idea what you've just unleashed."

With a snap of his fingers, the very stars above them shifted, and in a blink, they were no longer on the terrace.

They were floating amidst the cosmic ocean itself, standing on a bridge made of pure celestial energy, the milky way swirling beneath their feet, planets and moons drifting lazily around them as if they were walking within the heart of the universe itself.

Fleur stilled, her breath catching as she turned slowly, absorbing every inch of the impossible beauty surrounding them.

For the first time in the entire night, she was utterly, completely speechless.

Harry, grinning smugly, leaned in, his voice low, teasing, triumphant.

"Impressed yet?"

Fleur, still unable to form a coherent thought, merely turned to him, her lips parted slightly, her icy blue eyes shimmering with awe.

Harry chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Harry, still grinning in victorious delight at Fleur's momentary speechlessness, reached into the small enchanted bag he had carefully prepared before this date. With a simple wave of his hand, the bag shimmered before disappearing, leaving behind a beautifully wrapped box of mini chocolate croissants.

He held it up in front of her with an unmistakable sense of pride, his emerald eyes gleaming.

"Now then, before you accuse me of using my godly powers to steal the stars for you, I should let you know… I actually planned something a little more practical for you."

Fleur, still caught up in the sheer cosmic beauty surrounding them, turned her gaze to the box in his hands, her eyebrow arching slightly.

"What is this?"

Harry smirked, opening the box to reveal perfectly golden, flaky, miniature chocolate croissants, still warm as if freshly baked. The rich scent of butter and melted chocolate wafted through the celestial air, mingling with the delicate hum of magic.

Fleur's icy blue eyes widened slightly, her nose twitching at the intoxicating aroma.

"Are these…?"

Harry grinned, plucking one delicately from the box, holding it up to her lips.

"Made fresh this morning. Specially for you."

Fleur blinked, looking at him with something between suspicion and amusement, before her lips curled into an unbelievably smug smirk.

"Mon cher… have you been spying on me?"

Harry snorted, shaking his head. "It's not spying if it's just common knowledge that Fleur Delacour has an unholy obsession with chocolate croissants."

Fleur let out a mock gasp, placing a hand over her chest as if deeply offended. "Unholy obsession?! I will have you know, Harry Potter, that my appreciation for fine pastries is perfectly reasonable and entirely justified!"

Harry, unable to hold back his laughter, tilted his head slightly, still holding the croissant just out of reach.

"Oh really? And how many of these do you think you could eat in one sitting, then? Hypothetically, of course."

Fleur's smirk didn't falter. She stepped closer, her gaze narrowing playfully, her voice dropping into something dangerously sultry.

"Hypothetically? At least twenty."

Harry stared at her, torn between impressed and absolutely horrified.

"…You're a menace."

Fleur laughed beautifully, reaching forward to finally take the croissant, but before she could—Harry pulled it back.

"Ah, ah." He waggled his eyebrows. "If you want it, you'll have to let me feed you."

Fleur froze, blinking once, before a slow, mischievous grin spread across her lips.

"Oh? And if I refuse?"

Harry smirked, raising an eyebrow, his voice deliberately slow and teasing.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to eat them all myself."

Fleur's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Harry Potter."

"Yes, mon amour?"

"Give. Me. The. Croissant."

Harry held up the flaky, chocolate-filled pastry, moving it just close enough for her lips to touch.

"Open wide."

Fleur glared at him, eyes burning with playful indignation, but did as he asked, taking a delicate bite, her expression instantly melting as the rich, buttery, chocolatey goodness filled her senses.

"Mmmmh…" Fleur closed her eyes, sighing blissfully, her entire aura practically glowing in divine satisfaction.

Harry, watching her reaction with utter amusement, chuckled softly.

"Good?"

Fleur licked her lips, eyes still closed, completely lost in pastry heaven.

"If I was not already falling for you, mon amour… this might have sealed the deal."

Harry's heart did an involuntary backflip, but instead of reacting like a lovesick fool, he simply grinned.

"Then I guess I should've brought thirty."

Fleur opened one eye, her cheek bulging slightly from the bite she had taken, and she grinned wickedly.

"You should have. I plan on eating all of them."

Harry burst into laughter, watching in utter delight as Fleur stole the entire box from his hands, cradling it like a prized treasure.

"Oi! I was supposed to feed you, not let you hoard them!"

Fleur winked, gracefully taking another exaggerated bite, sighing dramatically.

"C'est la vie, mon amour. You should have known better."

And as they stood there, in the middle of the cosmos, surrounded by celestial wonders, Harry Potter realized something profound—

He was never going to win against Fleur Delacour.

And to his surprise… He didn't mind losing at all.

Harry watched in mock horror as Fleur cradled the stolen box of mini chocolate croissants like it was the most sacred artifact in existence. The sight of her delicately nibbling on another one, her expression one of pure, unfiltered bliss, was both hilarious and somewhat unfair.

"This is blatant theft, you know," he remarked, folding his arms as he arched a brow at her smug expression.

Fleur, not the least bit ashamed, simply tilted her head back dramatically, taking another slow, indulgent bite before sighing in delight.

"Oh, mon cher, this is not theft. This is… justice. A rightful redistribution of resources. An equal exchange for my time."

Harry snorted, rubbing his temples. "Right. And next, you'll tell me you've calculated the exact caloric exchange required to justify this blatant act of croissant hoarding."

Fleur grinned wickedly, waving a dainty yet infuriatingly triumphant hand. "Ah, but of course! As a scientist, I must always work with precise measurements. For instance, did you know that my enjoyment of these croissants increases exponentially when I deprive you of them?"

Harry let out a low, dramatic groan, running a hand through his messy black hair, before muttering under his breath, "And they call me a menace."

Fleur laughed beautifully, tossing her platinum-gold hair over her shoulder as she leaned against the transparent celestial bridge, the entire galactic expanse glowing around them.

"You should have known better than to tempt me with pastries, mon amour," she purred, taking another bite. "Now tell me… what other delightful surprises do you have planned for me tonight?"

Harry exhaled deeply, shaking his head before looking at her with a playfully exasperated grin.

"You know, I did plan on taking you to the hover-laboratory at the top of Hogwarts' spire, where they keep all the cutting-edge astrophysics experiments. Thought you might appreciate seeing the latest advancements in quantum spatial engineering… but now I'm worried you'll steal all their lab equipment too."

Fleur's eyes gleamed at the mention of advanced technology, but she feigned innocence, placing a delicate hand on her chest.

"Oh, mon amour! You wound me! I am an intellectual, not a thief! I would never steal from a scientific laboratory."

Harry gave her a flat look, arching a skeptical brow. "Really? Because just five minutes ago, you stole my entire box of croissants and declared it an act of justice."

Fleur smirked, lifting the box slightly in mock toast. "Ah, but this is different! This is croissants. That is lab equipment. There is a clear distinction, mon cher."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head in surrender. "Right. Fine. But if any vital experimental machinery mysteriously goes missing after our visit, I'm throwing you under the hover-train and pleading ignorance."

Fleur grinned. "Fair enough. But before we go," she held up another croissant, tilting her head. "Do you still wish to feed me, or have you admitted defeat?"

Harry, seeing an opportunity to reclaim his dignity, smirked as he reached forward, gently plucking the pastry from her grasp.

"You are ridiculous, Fleur Delacour," he murmured, raising the croissant to her lips, holding her gaze as she leaned forward, parting them slightly.

The moment she took another delicate bite, her soft, satisfied hum vibrating through the air, Harry felt something shift.

A simple moment, yet undeniably intimate.

Fleur didn't move back immediately, her icy blue eyes locked onto his, her lips curling in amusement and something else—something deeper.

"And yet, mon amour…" she whispered, her voice low, teasing, but also… softer. "You are still here."

Harry swallowed, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second.

"Yeah, well…" He exhaled, his voice quieter now. "I'm not going anywhere."

For a brief, fleeting moment, the teasing melted away.

The universe stretched around them, galaxies drifting in their eternal celestial dance, the hum of the cosmos soft and ever-present.

Then—

Fleur, sensing the moment getting too serious, grinned suddenly. "Good. Because you still owe me a visit to that hover-laboratory."

Harry, blinking away whatever had just passed between them, let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Of course. Wouldn't want you to steal something accidentally before I get the chance to show you around."

With that, he offered her his arm, and with a quick swipe on his holographic wristband, the coordinates were set.

The stars around them blurred as they teleported directly into Hogwarts' most exclusive scientific observatory—a laboratory suspended high above the Academy's towering spires, where the greatest minds in astrophysics, robotics, and quantum mechanics worked tirelessly.

As they stepped into the futuristic chamber, filled with floating digital interfaces, glowing plasma screens, and zero-gravity workstations, Fleur's entire face lit up with unfiltered excitement.

Harry smirked knowingly. "Welcome to the heart of innovation, Miss Delacour. Let's see if I can impress you again."

Fleur, grinning like a woman who had just found paradise, gripped his hand tightly and pulled him forward.

"Oh, mon amour… you already have."

As Fleur's icy blue eyes darted across the lab, drinking in the sheer brilliance of the cutting-edge technology that surrounded them, Harry found himself more entertained by her reaction than the laboratory itself.

The Hogwarts Prestigious Science Academy's hover-laboratory was an engineering marvel, suspended high above the academy's spires, completely detached from traditional gravity. Every surface gleamed with advanced nanomaterial, data streams hovered mid-air, displaying formulas and real-time astrophysical calculations, while plasma holograms of planets and distant galaxies rotated elegantly around them.

The lab itself was bathed in a soft blue-white glow, the ambient hum of quantum processors and artificial intelligence interfaces filling the space with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Across the chamber, scientists and engineers worked in zero-gravity pods, gliding between their research stations like dancers in a cosmic ballet.

But none of that mattered right now.

Because Fleur Delacour—normally the picture of poised, elegant control—was practically vibrating with excitement.

Her expression was one Harry had never seen before.

Gone was the teasing smirk, the confident allure—this was pure, unfiltered scientific curiosity, the kind that only the most brilliant minds ever possessed.

"Mon dieu…" she breathed, stepping forward into the gravity-controlled zone, reaching out towards one of the floating digital displays, her fingers skimming over the glowing interface. "These equations… this is real-time quantum flux calculations for interstellar propulsion! This is years ahead of what Beauxbatons' research division has!"

Harry, watching her with a satisfied smirk, leaned casually against a levitating console. "I figured you'd like it."

Fleur barely spared him a glance. "*Like it? Harry, this is… this is magnificent!"

She turned on the spot, her platinum-gold hair swirling around her like a comet's tail, her eyes shining like supernovae. "Tell me—how are they stabilising these data streams without physical conductors? This should be impossible!"

Harry chuckled, stepping beside her as he casually swiped at one of the holograms, expanding it into a three-dimensional breakdown of the lab's energy system.

"You're looking at a combination of quantum entanglement fields and gravitational dampening. Hogwarts' scientists found a way to utilise miniature singularities to control energy flow without conventional wiring."

Fleur stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, before turning back to the floating equations, her fingers dancing through the data.

"This… this changes everything. The limitations of energy transference across interstellar distances have always relied on gravitational anchors—"

Harry smirked, watching her work, fully enjoying himself. "And yet, here we are."

Fleur was completely enthralled, barely even noticing when Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out another mini chocolate croissant, and casually popped it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, watching her examine the data streams, completely in her element, and found himself grinning like an idiot.

This was… nice.

This was really, really nice.

After everything—after the war, after the struggles, after years of battling the odds—it was moments like this that made him realise how much he had missed out on.

Fleur, completely engrossed, had no idea that Harry was just standing there, watching her.

And for some reason, he didn't mind.

Then, without looking away from the display, she suddenly said, "Harry Potter, are you staring at me?"

Harry, caught red-handed, nearly choked on his croissant.

"What? No. Absolutely not. Why would I—?"

Fleur grinned, still not looking at him, her voice silky smooth.

"Because, mon amour… I can feel your eyes on me."

Harry cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "Well, can you blame me? You look like a kid who just got locked inside the biggest sweet shop in London."

Fleur finally turned to face him, her icy blue eyes filled with amusement.

"Is that so?" she purred, stepping towards him, slowly, deliberately.

Harry, suddenly feeling like he'd just walked into a trap, held his ground, tilting his head slightly. "I'm just saying… it's cute."

Fleur arched an elegant brow. "Cute? You think I am… cute?"

The danger in her voice was real, but the playful smirk on her lips made it infinitely worse.

Harry, realising his mistake, took half a step back. "No. Wait. That's not—"

Fleur grinned wickedly, closing the distance in an instant, her voice a whisper as she leaned in, her lips almost grazing his ear.

"Tell me, mon cher… do I look cute now?"

Harry swallowed hard, his mind screaming red alert, red alert.

"I plead the fifth."

Fleur laughed triumphantly, stepping back with an infuriatingly smug expression, her hands on her hips.

"Too late, mon amour. The damage is done. I will never let you forget this."

Harry groaned, rubbing his face. "I really walked into that one, didn't I?"

Fleur beamed, utterly pleased with herself. "Oui. And I enjoyed every moment of it."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. "Right. Well, I suppose I'd better start planning my next grand romantic gesture to make you forget this ever happened."

Fleur pretended to think, tapping her chin. "Hmm… a romantic evening atop the Hogwarts Observatory, perhaps? Or maybe a private tour of the AI development lab?"

Harry smirked, crossing his arms. "Why do I feel like you just want access to all the classified research projects?"

Fleur batted her eyelashes innocently. "Oh, mon amour… how very unromantic of you to assume."

Harry laughed, shaking his head as he offered her his arm once more.

"Come on, genius. Let's see if we can sneak you into the AI division before they realise we've broken about twenty security protocols."

Fleur grinned, taking his arm without hesitation. "Now that is the Harry Potter I was expecting."

And with that, they vanished into the depths of the lab, leaving behind a trail of mischief, stolen croissants, and an ever-growing chemistry that neither of them was ready to acknowledge just yet.

Just as Harry was about to take another step forward, ready to lead Fleur deeper into the heart of the AI development lab, he suddenly felt her delicate fingers wrap around his wrist—a gentle yet firm hold that sent an unexpected shiver of warmth through him.

He turned, his emerald gaze meeting hers, only to freeze completely at what he saw.

Fleur's icy blue eyes—so striking, so hypnotic—began to glow with a radiant golden brilliance, shifting from sapphire to celestial fire in a way that was both breathtaking and unfathomable. The change was instant, absolute, like the moment dawn finally breaks over the horizon after the longest night.

The very air around them hummed, reality itself responding to her transformation, as if the very cosmos knew—this was no ordinary Fleur.

This was his Fiancée Fleur.

His divine equal.

His Eternal Light.

For the first time in the entire night, Harry was the one left utterly speechless.

Fleur, still holding onto his hand, smiled softly, her expression filled with something far deeper than amusement, far warmer than mere flirtation.

"You have impressed me tonight, mon amour," she murmured, her voice carrying an ethereal reverberation, the sheer power of her ascended self radiating from every syllable. She stepped closer, the golden glow in her eyes flickering like a million dying stars reigniting at once, a promise of something eternal, something absolute.

"Your mind, your courage… your strength. Your refusal to bow before anyone or anything." She lifted a hand, brushing her fingers lightly against his cheek, the warmth of her touch both grounding and intoxicating. "But now… I wish to show you what I can do."

Harry, still caught in the sheer immensity of the moment, blinked as he finally found his voice.

"Fleur…?"

Fleur tilted her head, her golden gaze glowing brighter, her presence suddenly shifting, expanding—and then, in a single, fluid motion, she raised her hand to the air and snapped her fingers.

The world around them… changed.

The towering holographic interfaces, the floating data streams, the entire AI laboratory shimmered and bent, reality folding in on itself as Fleur reshaped existence in an instant.

And suddenly, they were no longer in the laboratory.

Harry barely had time to react before he found himself standing amidst an entirely new landscape—one that defied the very concept of time and space itself.

They were now in the middle of a boundless celestial realm, an expanse of radiant silver clouds, stretching infinitely in every direction. Golden rivers of liquid starlight flowed beneath their feet, reflecting the constellations above like an endless mirror of eternity.

Above them, the sky was an endless void of shimmering galaxies, the very fabric of the universe bending in reverence to Fleur's presence.

And at the heart of it all—her.

Fleur Delacour, in her full divine radiance, now standing before him like a goddess who had finally decided to stop hiding behind mere mortal skin.

Her platinum-gold hair flowed like an endless cascade of sunlight, strands shifting and shimmering as though woven from the very fabric of creation. Her robes, no longer just elegant attire, glowed with celestial brilliance, crafted from pure light itself, shifting between white and gold with every slight movement.

Her golden eyes burned like miniature suns, reflecting not just power, but something even greater.

Something eternal.

Something that belonged to him.

Harry, speechless, utterly breathless, took an involuntary step forward.

"Bloody hell…" he whispered, his voice barely audible, his gaze locked onto her like he had just witnessed the birth of the universe itself.

Fleur smiled, a smile softer than anything he had ever seen on her, but filled with unwavering certainty, undeniable power.

"This…" she said, her voice gentle but absolute, "is what I can do, mon amour."

She lifted her hand, and in an instant, the stars themselves shifted in response, aligning themselves into an intricate, celestial dance, painting patterns of unfathomable beauty across the sky.

Harry, still stunned, ran a shaky hand through his hair, letting out a breathy laugh.

"You—" He shook his head, grinning despite himself. "You had to one-up me, didn't you?"

Fleur laughed, the sound pure, melodic, radiating warmth and joy, the very universe itself vibrating in harmony with her amusement.

"Oh, mon amour," she teased, stepping closer, the golden glow of her aura caressing his skin, "you should have known from the moment you asked me out that I would always outshine you."

Harry let out a deep, knowing chuckle, his grin widening as he reached out, taking her hand in his once more.

"I suppose I should've, yeah."

Fleur, still glowing like the very essence of creation itself, tilted her head slightly, her gaze turning softer, more vulnerable, more real.

"But, Harry…" she said quietly, her fingers intertwining with his, her golden eyes locked onto his emerald ones. "I meant what I said before."

Harry's smirk faded slightly, his amusement giving way to something far deeper, something unspoken yet understood.

"And what was that?"

Fleur, smiling softly, squeezed his hand gently.

"That this was the most romantic date I have ever had."

Harry felt something shift in his chest, something undeniable, something ancient, something that had always been there, waiting to be acknowledged.

Fleur, her voice barely above a whisper, smiled as her golden light surrounded them both.

"And I will treasure this forever."

Harry, for once in his immortal existence, had nothing clever to say.

Because, in that moment—nothing needed to be said at all.

Fleur turned her golden gaze towards Harry, her expression unreadable, the celestial glow around her slowly dimming as she allowed herself to sink deeper into thought. The stars that had aligned at her command shimmered in the skies above them, but her focus was elsewhere now—on the intricate nature of time itself.

She had felt it, a subtle ripple in her past, something she had not recognised before but now, standing here in her divine, ascended form, it became clearer. Harry had altered something, not drastically, not carelessly, but just enough for her to sense that the flow of events had been touched. The memories she had always carried—the ones where she had been drawn to him, where their interactions had unfolded naturally—felt different now, as if they had been subtly rewritten, the original sequence of events folded into something else.

And yet… she did not mind.

She let out a slow breath, her lips curving into an amused smirk, tilting her head slightly as she regarded him. "You know, mon amour, it was incredibly sweet of you… asking my past self out while using your present self to do it."

Harry, who had been watching her closely, let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck in mild embarrassment. "I figured if I was going to do this properly, I might as well go all out."

Fleur hummed in agreement, her smirk widening. "A bold move. Very you." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought, before she added, "But I must say… I can tell something was tampered with."

Harry arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What gave it away?"

Fleur tapped her temple lightly, her voice teasing yet laced with certainty. "A woman always knows when something feels different, Harry. My memories are all intact, but… there's a slight discrepancy. A shift I can't quite place. I should not be able to sense it at all, but as you very well know, I am not ordinary."

Harry exhaled, shaking his head, a wry smile forming on his lips. "I suppose I should've known you'd notice. Nothing gets past you, does it?"

Fleur laughed softly, stepping closer, her fingers gracing his cheek for the briefest moment, before she whispered, "Not when it comes to you."

Harry felt the weight of her words settle between them, something deep, profound, yet entirely unspoken.

Fleur, however, suddenly exhaled, her playful smirk returning, shaking her head as if to dismiss whatever had just passed between them. "But as long as you were maintaining canon continuity, mon amour, I suppose I'll let it slide."

Harry let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head. "Oh, well, that's a relief. Wouldn't want to break the timeline just to ask you out, would I?"

Fleur's golden eyes gleamed as she crossed her arms, her tone light, teasing, yet utterly pleased. "No, you wouldn't. Because if you had, I'd have had to punish you for it."

Harry raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Oh? And what would that punishment entail?"

Fleur, grinning wickedly, took another step forward, invading his space with that effortless grace of hers. She lifted her hand and traced a single finger down his chest, her voice dropping into something silky and dangerously amused.

"Oh, mon amour, you don't want to find out."

Harry, his mind immediately conjuring both thrilling and terrifying possibilities, cleared his throat dramatically, stepping back. "Right. Well. Good thing I played by the rules, then."

Fleur laughed beautifully, the sound rich and melodic, before she turned away, gazing back up at the stars she had aligned for him.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, softly, genuinely, she said, "You really did all of this… just to ask me out."

Harry watched her carefully, his expression unreadable, before he answered.

"You were always worth it."

Fleur's breath hitched, her fingers curling slightly against her robes as she slowly turned back to face him. For once, she didn't have a witty comeback, no teasing remark or clever quip.

Because there, standing beneath the heavens he had stolen for her, she realised something.

This had not just been a grand, extravagant gesture.

It had been his truth.

And Fleur Delacour, who had always been admired, pursued, desired—but never truly seen—had never felt so loved before.

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