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A Divine Gathering
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes, beyond the fabric of time itself, a gathering of gods took place in the highest realm of existence.
The celestial chamber, a vast expanse of shimmering golden clouds and ancient stone pillars, stood in eternal serenity. Here, the first gods—those who had once feared for their very existence—watched intently through the Divine Orb of Omniscience.
The orb, an ancient artifact forged before the first world was even born, hovered in the center of the chamber, its surface swirling with images of a young demon rabbit.
He was small. Innocent. Laughing as he clumsily carried a sack of goods too big for his tiny frame.
The gods watched in silence.
For the first time in countless eons, they felt something unfamiliar—relief.
Ishmel, the god of judgment and the one who had once led the betrayal, exhaled slowly. "It worked…" he murmured. His golden eyes, which had seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, remained locked on the orb.
Beside him, the goddess of fate, Vessaria, clenched her hands together. "He's truly… forgotten." Her voice trembled, betraying her composed demeanor.
Across the chamber, a darker presence loomed. Thaniel, the god of shadows, observed in silence, arms crossed. He was always the skeptic among them.
"We should not celebrate so soon," he muttered. "We all know what he once was." His gaze flickered toward Ishmel. "You saw his power firsthand, did you not?"
Ishmel's jaw tightened. He remembered.
He remembered the being they had once called the First God. The one who had shaped the multiverse with a mere thought. The one who had granted them their own existence.
And the one who, in his infinite wisdom and power, had also begun to unmake it.
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The Fear of the Past
It had started with creation. Worlds, galaxies, entire realms—woven into existence by his divine hands. But as time passed, so did his fascination with his own work.
He had destroyed as much as he had created. Entire civilizations wiped away with a mere thought, only to be replaced by new ones. A cycle of creation and destruction, endless and absolute.
And the gods? They were nothing before him. Only extensions of his will. His creations. His servants.
Until one day, they made a choice.
A choice to end him before he erased them too.
Ishmel still remembered the moment they struck him down. The way his divine form had shattered into a thousand fragments. His screams had not been of pain—but of betrayal.
They had taken his power. Sealed it away. And when that was not enough, they had reincarnated him into something small, something weak.
A demon rabbit.
A mere merchant.
The irony was almost cruel.
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The Gods' Dilemma
Now, as they watched this reincarnated being, they studied his every movement, every word, every sign of remembrance.
So far… nothing.
He was laughing, running, struggling to haggle over the price of apples.
A far cry from the entity who had once shaped the stars and torn them down for his amusement.
"He truly is… just a child," whispered the goddess of wisdom, Elyndra.
"That's how it starts," Thaniel warned. "But what happens when he begins to remember?"
Vessaria shook her head. "Impossible. We didn't just erase his memory. We scattered his fragments across the multiverse. Even if he were to regain a piece, he would never be whole again."
Thaniel didn't look convinced.
Elyndra frowned. "And what of his abilities?"
The orb shifted, showing the young Lawrence holding up his tiny paw. A small flicker of blue ice danced at his fingertips, only to disappear as he sneezed. He laughed at his own failure.
"No godly power," Ishmel confirmed, exhaling. "Only what his new form allows. Fire, ice, dimensional travel, gluttony… nothing close to what he once wielded."
"It's fitting," Elyndra said softly. "Once, he devoured existence itself. Now, he consumes only what he can hold."
"A merchant's hunger," Vessaria added, nodding.
Silence followed.
For the first time, they allowed themselves to believe.
They had done it.
They had turned a god into something mortal.
And most importantly—he had no idea.
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The Unspoken Fear
But Thaniel was still watching. His purple eyes, sharp and calculating, studied the young rabbit closely.
Something gnawed at his mind.
He watched the way Lawrence smiled—so innocent, so full of life. But then…
Then came the moments when he thought no one was looking.
The way his smile faded when he was alone.
The way his gaze lingered at the sky, as if searching for something he didn't understand.
The way his eyes, red and blue, seemed older than they should be.
It was subtle.
A childlike innocence… with something buried underneath.
Something deep.
Something dangerous.
Thaniel narrowed his eyes. "And what if one day… he remembers?"
The chamber fell silent.
No one answered.
Because none of them wanted to consider what would happen if the First God ever returned.
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A Fate Sealed… For Now
As if mocking them, the orb flickered to show a final scene.
Lawrence, now curled up in his small bed, staring at the ceiling. The light of the moon cast shadows across his tiny form.
His eyes, red and blue, reflected the starlight.
For a brief moment, he looked lost.
Then, slowly, he closed his eyes and smiled.
A whisper, so faint even the gods almost missed it, left his lips.
"I don't know why… but I feel like I've lost something."
And with that, he drifted off to sleep.
The gods watched in silence.
Some felt relieved. Others, like Thaniel, felt only fear.
For now, Lawrence was a child. A merchant. A demon rabbit with a simple life.
But fate had a cruel way of bringing lost things back together.
And no matter how hard they tried to bury the past, the past had a way of digging itself out.
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End of Chapter 2