In the deepest corners of reality—like, beyond time, space, and anything that even resembles normal—two beings were watching.
They weren't gods. Gods were too small for this.
They weren't kings either. Kings bowed to them.
These two? They were something else.
And right now, they were talking about a human.
One sat on a throne made of stars that didn't move. Literally didn't move. The guy hadn't shifted in eons. He was the King of Sloth. Vast, formless, and heavy with the kind of chill that only comes from seeing everything and still not giving a damn.
The other stood beneath skies that burned forever, rage pouring off him in waves. The King of Wrath. He was basically a nuclear meltdown in humanoid form. Constantly pissed. Constantly ready to break something.
They hadn't spoken in ages.
Until now.
Because they were both watching the same person.
Arthur.
Wrath's voice was thunder and earthquakes smashed together. "He should be dead."
Sloth sighed. It was long. Like a cosmic yawn. "And yet, here we are."
They stared into the void, where flickers of Arthur's life—his past, present, possible futures—danced like glitched-out stars.
A fighter. A joke. A danger. A god-slayer. A lunatic.
And now… someone holding not one, but two Eyes of Sin.
Wrath's gaze narrowed, flames flaring up. "Do you know how many tried?"
Sloth chuckled. Reality rippled. "All of them."
Wrath clenched a fist. Realms cracked.
"They all broke."
Because that's what the Eyes did. They weren't cool gifts from fate. They were curses. They twisted you. Mind, body, soul—all of it bent until something snapped.
One Eye was a gamble.
Two was suicide.
But Arthur?
Arthur laughed in the face of all of it. Like it was just another weird Tuesday.
Wrath's anger built. "No one's ever done this. Not once."
Sloth's eyes blinked, slow and thoughtful. "Only one held more than one before…"
They both paused.
The King of Sin.
The one above even them. Gone now. But not forgotten.
Arthur's name wasn't the same—but the echoes were there.
A human that shouldn't exist.
A guy who should've been erased the second he took a second Eye.
Now walking the same path as the original monster.
Wrath exhaled, breath molten. "You think he'll go for a third?"
Sloth finally moved. Just a little. A shift like the tilt of a planet.
"If he does…" he muttered, smiling faintly. "I really wanna see what happens."
Wrath's flames didn't rage this time.
They flickered.
Not in anger.
In curiosity.
Because both of them felt something strange now.
Excitement.
Arthur wasn't just some guy anymore.
He was something new.
And for the first time ever, the Kings of Sin weren't ruling.
They were watching.
Waiting.
Wondering.
What would he do next?
—
The portal closed behind them with a hum.
Stars stretched out forever in every direction, and the air inside the old Celestial Docking Station buzzed with leftover magic and dust from a time that had long passed.
Arthur, Camila, and Amelia stood in the middle of it, surrounded by silence and rusted tech.
Camila broke it.
"Alright," she said, arms crossed. "You've had the Eyes of Sloth for a while now. What's the price? What did you get?"
Arthur leaned against a railing, lazily stretching like he'd just woken from a nap.
"You mean powers?"
Camila nodded.
Amelia stayed quiet, watching.
Arthur exhaled.
A faint blue glow pulsed in his eyes.
First Stage: The Same Beginning
"Stage one? Pretty standard. Same deal as Wrath. My body got stronger, faster. Time felt slower. Reactions went up."
Camila nodded. "All Eyes of Sin start that way."
"Yeah, but here's the twist," Arthur said. "My body doesn't waste energy anymore. Every movement, every breath—it's calculated. Like, perfectly efficient."
He looked at her, smirking.
"I fight without effort."
Camila frowned. "Without trying?"
"No," he said. "Without wasting."
Camila blinked.
She'd seen it. The way he barely moved in battle, like everything was just casually happening around him. But it wasn't laziness.
It was Sloth.
Second Stage: The Power of the Abyss
Arthur held up a hand.
Shadows curled out of it. Not normal shadows—these writhed like they were alive, whispering, stretching, changing.
"Stage two gave me darkness manipulation," he said. "Not just shadows. I mean, real darkness."
He waved his hand. The shadows twisted into a blade, then mist, then floating symbols.
"I can see through it. Move through it. Create it. Spy with it. Shape it."
The shadows fanned out behind him, crawling up the walls like liquid night.
"They act even when I don't," he added. "I don't have to move. They'll fight for me."
Camila watched, jaw tight. "That's… convenient."
"Efficient," he corrected. "It's all about not wasting anything."
Third Stage: The Madness of a God
Arthur's expression shifted.
He looked down at his hand. The room grew still.
"Stage three… changes things."
His eyes burned a brighter blue. The floor trembled.
Camila's instincts screamed. Amelia went completely still.
They'd felt divine power before.
This wasn't that.
"Fun Reality Manipulation," he said, voice low.
The stars outside flickered.
And suddenly, they were all sitting around a table.
Tea set. Napkins. No warning.
Arthur spun lazily in his chair. "I can bend reality. Change stuff. But only if it's entertaining."
He waved at Camila.
Her hair tripled in length.
Another wave—gone.
A snap—back to normal.
"I can rewind things. Skip them. Edit outcomes. But the trigger has to be 'fun.'"
Camila let out a shaky breath. "That's horrifying."
Arthur smiled. "I know."
Amelia leaned forward. "…You said that wasn't it."
Arthur's smile faded.
His hand trembled slightly.
"Yeah. There's one more."
Totality Destruction
The station shook.
Everything went quiet.
And then—
Nothing.
No light. No air. No time. No thought. Just pure absence.
And then—
Reality snapped back.
Arthur looked tired.
"Totality Destruction," he said. "If I really wanted to… I could erase everything. Not just a planet. Everything. The void. The laws that define reality. Even the idea of existing."
Camila's face was pale.
Amelia didn't blink.
It wasn't power.
It was negation.
Primordial Chaos
Camila asked, voice quiet: "And the last one?"
Arthur looked up.
"Primordial Chaos Manipulation."
The air twisted around him.
And even the universe seemed to shiver.
The fire crackled in the middle of the station, giving off just enough light to cast shadows on the rusted walls.
Arthur sat near the edge of the broken platform, watching Amelia. His Eyes of Sloth were low, dim. But focused.
Camila was nearby, leaning against a half-buried pillar, sharpening her blade. Quiet. But listening.
Arthur finally asked the question he'd been carrying for a while.
"Amelia. Why are you fighting the Dark Clans?"
Amelia looked up.
There was a beat of silence.
Then she smiled—but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of smile that said something was broken and stayed that way.
"You sure you wanna know?"
Arthur didn't blink. "Yeah."
Camila glanced up but didn't say anything. She already had a guess.
Amelia? She'd never told the full story.
Until now.
"I was six when the Dark Clans killed my parents."
Amelia said it flat. No drama. Just fact.
"I barely remember them. Little stuff. My mom humming when she cooked. The smell of my dad's coat when he hugged me."
She stared at the fire.
"And then they were just… gone."
A soft exhale.
"They didn't kill me though. They took me."
Arthur's jaw clenched.
Camila's hand tightened around her blade.
"There were a lot of us. Dozens of kids. They brought us to this place—a lab."
She paused. Swallowed something heavy.
"They were looking for a vessel. For the Eyes of Lust."
Arthur's face darkened.
"You know how it works. The Eyes either choose someone… or someone tries to force them."
Camila's eyes closed. She knew where this was going.
Amelia chuckled, but it was hollow. "Some kids died. Others broke. The ones who lived… they were used."
Her violet eyes burned.
"We were forced to watch. To listen."
She leaned back against the metal wall.
"Some did what they were told. Some fought back. The fighters didn't last long."
A memory flashed behind her eyes.
Sweat. Blood. Screams. The wrong kind of touch.
She clenched her fists.
"I was eleven when one of them tried."
Camila froze.
Arthur didn't move.
Amelia tilted her head slightly.
"I killed him."
Silence.
"I don't even remember how. One second he was there. Next, his throat was open. Blood everywhere."
Her fingers flexed like she could still feel it.
"And then..."
She smiled.
"The Eyes woke up."
"I felt it the second they activated."
She leaned forward, violet gaze glowing.
"It wasn't just rage. It wasn't hate. It was joy."
A breath.
"It felt good."
Arthur didn't interrupt.
"Like, deep down, something had been waiting for that moment. And when it came… it was the best thing I'd ever felt."
She looked at them.
"You ever feel that? Pure satisfaction? Like the world finally made sense for once?"
They didn't answer.
She didn't need them to.
"Once the Eyes awakened, I knew what to do."
Her voice went cold.
"I killed them. All of them."
The scientists.
The guards.
The ones who hurt her.
The ones who watched.
The ones who stayed silent.
"And I didn't just kill them. I broke them. Played with their minds. Twisted their feelings until they begged to die."
Camila whispered, "And then?"
Amelia's grin was sharp.
"Then I walked out. Didn't even look back."
The fire popped.
Arthur exhaled, scratching his neck.
"So you're not after revenge. You already got it."
She nodded.
"Then why keep fighting?"
Amelia's eyes narrowed.
"Because they're not done. The Dark Clans still want a vessel for the Eyes of Lust. And now that I'm out, and strong… they're gonna come for me."
She looked at him.
"And if not me—someone else."
Arthur let that sit.
Camila fought for belief.
Arthur fought for family… and chaos.
But Amelia?
She fought because she'd already lived hell.
And she wasn't about to let anyone else go through it.
She leaned in, smirking.
"So, Arthur. Did I pass your test?"
Arthur stared at her.
Then grinned.
And his flames came roaring back.
"Yeah. You did."