|Apologies if it's not entirely correct, haven't tapped into the fandom in a hot minute bc of school and stuff| After being awoken from a deep slumber filled with restless nightmares; Whispers of your terror passed around among anomalies and humans alike. The angels that once held your chains eventually fell loose then completely let go once the power within you sprouted again.

Your followers cheered at your arrival—Yet among the many God's/Goddesses and Eldritch Abominations, beyond what the human mind can fathom, grew immensely restless. They got ready to attack you if you even dare to spare an awkward glance at them.

Small yet measured breaths escaped your lips. Even if you don't need to breathe to stay alive, it's fun to pretend you're a pesky human every now and then just to remind you what might and elegance you have against them. Even if you're considered a very strong being by many, there's always been three pesky lords diverting your power in different directions than what you'd like. But before your true reign of terror can begin, you should get rid of the ones who threaten your success the most. The ones who nailed chains deep into your bones until they ached for eternity. The three brothers who dared to challenge you and succeed in doing so. The Brother's Deaths will soon fall to your might, even if it'll take another million years.

Speaking of the three brothers, they were out scouring for you separately. It is quite foolish of all of them to go out separate when the Scarlet King is stronger than before and now on the run from their personal hellhole. For now, the main focus will be Small Death. Even if he's the weakest of the three, he'll still hold up pretty well against a fight with a few higher beings.

Surveying the area, with a precise eye to calculate every unstable movement in the atoms that surround the air above, Small Death hid in the shadows to blend in with the depths of the unknown, that still has yet to be explored by anybody who's daring to look into the endless abyss. The youngest brother felt a deathly cold presence which made him pause. The warmth that thinly existed just for a brief moment was gone like it never even existed to begin with. It's almost a cruel joke that the youngest is almost always the first to be taken out—Taking life away for somebody who still has yet to live it. But then again The Brother's Death are a trio of Eldritch Gods so there's the main takeaway.

Small Death took a deep calculated breath to turn and face one of his biggest fears coming to envision the course of his future. "We meet again." He started but realized that there's no conversations to fancy at the moment. There's one thing that the both of them are here for. Either you, Scarlet King, or him, Small Death, will come out alive during this encounter.

Great Death is in a different world as for now.

All Death is waiting to see how you'll prevail with your tyrant of violence.