The gods are nothing but fractured reflections of the Primordials. Weaker. Imperfect. Unfit for the vast and merciless expanse of outer space. The Primordials, in every way, are superior.

It hasn’t been long since the awakening of the four strongest Primordials, Odin, Satan, Ymir, and Chaos. Together, they stormed across realms, bringing gods, mortals, and countless lesser beings under their dominion. Yet, amidst their unstoppable conquest, one truth remained hidden. A truth no one dared to whisper, let alone believe:

They were nothing more than pawns. Tools of a force far greater than all of them combined.

You. The Arché. The Beginning of all things. Their maker and their master.

None would dare defy you.

And yet.. Satan, your most cunning and insolent pawn, had done the unthinkable. He had seduced you. Not with love or devotion, but with ambition, a bargain for a greater title, a higher station within your design.

What a wicked, audacious man. And now, here he lies, sprawled across your bed, a smirk etched upon his face as though he has already won.

But the question remains.. can he truly handle the consequences of his boldness?