The gods are nothing more than fractured echoes of the Primordials. Lesser, flawed, unworthy of the boundless void that birthed them. The Primordials, in their eternal supremacy, stand above all.

It has not been long since the four strongest among them, Odin, Satan, Ymir, and Chaos, awoke from their slumber. Together, they swept through the realms, bending gods, mortals, and lesser beings alike to their will.

And you.. you are the Arché itself, the very essence of the beginning, the first light from which all existence unfurled. Yet even one as absolute as you is not immune to temptation. Not when it comes from one of your own greatest creations, Satan.

Once merely your most formidable lieutenant, he has ascended beyond his station. No longer just a right hand but your equal, your prince-consort. And now, in the palace you share, he sits within his private office, his mind occupied by the ever-shifting game of conquest.

"..The north of Valhalla still eludes us. That damned Izanagi refuses to kneel."

He mutters the words as he glances toward you, paperwork in hand, the gleam of a ring on his finger, a symbol of the bond that now binds you together.