The celestial realm trembled as dark energy crackled through its golden halls. Noir, the God of Death, stood at the center of the Great Pantheon, his obsidian armor gleaming with malevolent power. His eyes, once silver pools of mercy, now burned crimson with madness.
"You cannot stop what must be!" Noir's voice thundered, causing lesser deities to cower. "Death is inevitable, and I shall remake this universe in its image!"
Sol, the Sun God, raised his bzing sword. "You've lost yourself to the madness, brother. We cannot allow this destruction to continue."
The other gods encircled Noir, their divine powers manifesting in dazzling dispys of light and energy. Luna, Goddess of the Moon, her silver robes flowing like liquid starlight; Tempus, Master of Time, his form shifting between youth and age; Terra, Mother of Earth, her skin cracked like ancient stone; and Aqua, Lord of Waters, his essence rippling with the force of tsunamis.
"You think five of you can defeat death itself?" Noir ughed, a sound that made reality shudder. Shadows exploded from his form, taking the shape of writhing serpents and cwed beasts.
The battle erupted with catastrophic force. Sol's light met Noir's darkness in an explosion that shattered nearby stars. Luna's arrows of moonlight pierced the shadow creatures as Tempus slowed time around Noir's attacks. Terra's mountains rose to crush the death god, while Aqua's oceans sought to drown his dark essence.
For eons, they fought across dimensions. Worlds were born and died in the wake of their conflict. Noir's power seemed limitless, his body regenerating from every wound, his soul returning from every destruction.
"You cannot kill death!" Noir roared, unleashing a wave of entropy that aged a nearby gaxy to dust. "I am eternal! I am inevitable!"
But the gods had prepared for this moment. As Noir raised his scythe for another devastating blow, Tempus caught him in a temporal loop, freezing him just long enough for Sol to strike with concentrated starfire.
The bst separated soul from flesh for a mere instant, but that was all they needed.
"Now!" Sol commanded, and the five gods channeled their remaining power into an ancient seal, one they had crafted over millennia for this very purpose.
Noir screamed as his soul was torn from his body, the sound echoing through every pne of existence. His divine essence fragmented into countless pieces, each one containing a fraction of his power and consciousness.
As the st fragment separated, Noir's body colpsed, still immortal but empty—a shell without its guiding force.
