2 Lord Arnin and the Cloud Sovereign

Silence resounded in the suffocatingly cold void. White and black appeared in small patches, placed randomly around, yet still focused on small areas. Lights flickered above the directionless space, or atleast above the two individuals many hundred meters apart.

"You call yourself the Cloud Sovereign? The one that old man was trying to hide from me?" With these questions, the space became clear of all white and black, leaving only two people.

Golden eyes with a hint of purple rings, long black hair tied into a lavish ponytail, a slender build, with a tranquil aura; these were the features present in the eyes of the man that had just spoken.

"It doesn't matter what people call me, I don't care about all of that. You killed so many people, caused so much panic, and didn't regard life as... life..." The man referred to as the Cloud Sovereign spoke with a frown, yet his tranquil aura never escaped him, even with the lack of tranquility on his face.

"You don't care about what I did, you only care about how it is affecting you. Don't act righteously in front of me, I know you well, Celius Illeaf." A smirk formed on his light bronze face. His deep, amethyst eyes, glinting with a hint of craze, stared at the man in front him. Lifting his hand, he rubbed his nape while using his other hand to rub the hilt of his simple sword. "That old man thought he was hiding you, but how could anything be hidden from me in the multitude of universes? How could that even be a possibility? Think about it, you're smarter than that."

Lord Arnin, the strongest, most vile being in the multitude of universes. His reputation was vast, known to almost every creature of all shapes and forms. Slaying millions of Originals singlehandedly, being the evil dictator for all beings. He was the most hated and feared being to ever exist.

"I agree with that." Celius was alert and cautious, yet there was no fear in his expression. "I don't care what you do or will do, nothing concerns me... except the well being of my family." A white fog filled with black lightening began to hover around him. "You harmed them and now they're gone, for that, I will rid this world of the reign of Arnin." His voice was low, almost growling. His eyes sparkled with a golden light, yet Arnin had no reaction.

He didn't move from his spot nor did he make any sudden movements, he just looked at Celius with a bland smile. "Maybe I was wrong, you might really be an idiot." He suddenly snapped his fingers and a black throne like seat, appeared behind him. On the top, skulls hung like a necklace, yet there was something peculiar about the skulls. Arnin motioned for the middle skull, which appeared on his palm. "This is the skull of the strongest Human Original. Now this man, he was truly a strong fellow." Arnin hand his fingers holding the skull from the eye sockets as he tossed it up and caught in the same position. "Before me, he could be considered the ruler of the multitude universes, right? From our fight, I noticed that his Origin was similar to what you show right now. Still, I killed him and here I am, in his place. You would think that I would have tried to develop my Origin a lot more after what happened in that battle, but the fact is..." Arnin suddenly threw the skull towards Celius, who caught it carefully. The Human Sovereign was a respected individual, the ruler of all Humans, alteast before his death.

Sitting causally on his seat, a dark purple aura began to surround him, causing the void to tremble. "T-this..." Celius looked at Arnin with an expression of disbelief, yet a bit of hope appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Arnin smirked. "You must be thinking why my Origin is so low? Maybe you stand a chance?" He didn't get up from his seat, he just stared at Celius. "The truth is, I kept my Origin low, I wanted to see whether you could a greater opponent then the Human Sovereign. I gave you the chance to grow and become stronger. You currently have about a hundred or so times more condensed Origin, which should mean you could wipe the floor with me." Getting up from his seat, he pulled the sword from his wast and casually placed it on his shoulder. "If this is what is going on in your head, let me show you why I'm called Lord Arnin." With a smirk, he vanished from his spot. Celius's eyes suddenly dilated as he felt something cold touch his forehead.