The fight erupted without warning, and reality immediately started filing insurance claims. Judgment cracked her knuckles with the casual confidence of someone who'd been looking forward to this exact moment for like, ten thousand years. "I don't need magic to beat a house feline." The words hit Erebus like a cosmic bitch-slap. Something deep in her primordial DNA started screaming that this winged bitch was the reason she'd spent lifetimes feeling like half her soul was missing. This text is hosted at NovєlFіre.net She didn't know why she wanted to claw Judgment's perfect face off—the knowledge lived somewhere in the spaces between her memories—but the hatred was bone-deep, soul-deep, older than whatever asshole first decided stars should twinkle. "HOUSE FELINE?!" Erebus roared, and the sound tore holes in three adjacent dimensions. "Oh, you prissy bird bitch, it's ON." She didn't just launch herself at Judgment. She folded space around her claws like cosmic origami, turning her attack into something that existed in seventeen places simultaneously. Her shadow split into dozens of versions of herself—each one real, each one pissed, each one attacking from impossible angles while dimensional portals opened and closed around Judgment like the universe's most violent magic trick. Judgment simply... danced. Not teleportation. Not divine power. Pure, impossible skill that made professional ballet look like drunk stumbling. She moved between the shadow-clones like she was waltzing at the world's most dangerous prom, each step placing her exactly where Erebus's attacks weren't gonna be. When claws came through dimensional portals, she was already gone. When shadows tried to swallow her, she slipped between them like smoke with a PhD in being untouchable. "You're still thinking too linearly," Judgment observed, catching one of Erebus's shadow-clones by the throat and using it to club another clone unconscious. "It's like watching someone try to solve calculus with crayons." Erebus snarled and did something that would've made several gods in distant realms suddenly look up from their cosmic Netflix and go "what the fuck was that?" She grabbed the concept of 'behind' and twisted it inside out, so that every attack she'd missed was suddenly attacking Judgment from the past. Dimensional echoes of her claws manifested like temporal reruns from hell, striking at Judgment with the accumulated force of every swing that hadn't connected. Judgment caught them all. Every. Single. One. Every temporal echo, every dimensional afterimage, every shadow-clone attack that had ever existed or might exist. Caught them and somehow tied them into a knot that unraveled Erebus's power back on itself like cosmic reverse psychology. "Creative, but sloppy," Judgment said, then punched the knot. The explosion sent Erebus tumbling through four different dimensions simultaneously. She crashed through the palace roof that seemed to have grown even bigger to provide more space for their fight, the fountain where a mermaid statue stood. But Erebus wasn't done. She was a fucking Primordial, goddammit. First of her kind. She'd been doing impossible shit since before impossible had learned how to spell its own name. At least as far as her unlimited memories went. She rose from the crater wreathed in shadows that weren't just dark—they were the absence of existence itself. Her golden eyes blazed with fury older than time, and when she opened her mouth, she didn't roar. The space around Judgment simply stopped being. Not destroyed, not damaged—deleted. Like Erebus had just pressed Ctrl+Z on that particular chunk of existence and sent it to the cosmic recycling bin. Judgment stood in the middle of the non-space, completely unbothered. "Nice try, kitty. But I've been judging reality since before it learned how to exist properly." She stepped forward, and her footstep was existence. Reality flowed back into being around her like water rushing to fill a void, probably muttering complaints about cosmic entities and their tendency to break everything. Erebus hissed and did something so fundamentally wrong that several abstract concepts filed formal complaints with the Department of Universal Standards. She reached into the dimension where 'up' lived and pulled it inside out, so that Judgment was suddenly falling in every direction at once while shadows poured out of yesterday and tomorrow to drag her into the spaces between never and not-yet. Judgment adjusted her stance and somehow stood on the falling. Like gravity was just another opinion she chose not to share. "You know what your problem is?" Judgment asked, walking upward through the falling shadows while casually batting away attacks from non-linear time like they were annoying flies. "You're fighting angry instead of fighting smart. It's like watching someone try to perform surgery with a sledgehammer." That's when Erebus really lost her shit. "WTF Bitch, I barely remember you but you suddenly attacked me. You're fucking asking for it, Evelyn or whatever fuck you're now." The building-sized cosmic cat became something else entirely. Her form exploded outward, becoming a living constellation of shadow and dimension, each part of her existing in a different layer of reality while still being the same supremely pissed-off entity. She was simultaneously the size of a galaxy and small enough to slip between atoms, attacking Judgment from inside her own molecular structure while also dropping miniature black holes on her from orbit. She was after all an Omnipotent since she grew with parker at the same time. It's just that something seemed to hold her back... The battle turned the palace roof into abstract art that would've made Picasso weep and probably file a copyright lawsuit. Space folded like origami made by someone having a nervous breakdown. Time hiccupped so hard it nearly gave itself cosmic indigestion. Several laws of physics submitted their resignations and asked to be transferred to a quieter universe. But just as Erebus was getting into the rhythm of cosmic violence—really finding her groove in the "delete everything until only my enemy's suffering remains" department—something small and fast streaked across the sky like a twelve-year-old meteor with anger management issues. Seraphina hit the scene with the subtlety of a vampire-powered battering ram, her bat wings cutting through Erebus's dimensional attacks with surgical precision that would've been impressive if it wasn't so fucking terrifying. That moment she touched down on Erebus's constantly-shifting back—somehow finding the one point that existed in normal space-time—her red eyes blazed with the kind of pure delight that usually preceded someone getting their ass handed to them in creative ways. "Ooh, Aunt Erebus is having a tantrum!" she giggled, balancing on one toe while Erebus continued her reality-bending assault. "This looks fun! Can I play too?" Without waiting for permission—because apparently asking permission was for people who didn't have cosmic vampire powers—Seraphina began to spin. But this wasn't just spinning. This was rotation given cosmic significance, like she'd just convinced the universe that spinning was actually a fundamental force and it should probably pay attention. As she spun, blood aura and energy didn't just stream out—it became a fundamental force of nature with a vendetta. Each drop was a miniature storm system, each tornado a concentrated hurricane of life force weaponized by someone who'd spent her childhood learning to turn her own biology into an arsenal. The blood tornadoes tore through Erebus's dimensional attacks like they were made of tissue paper soaked in wishful thinking, disrupting her carefully layered reality-bending and forcing her back into more linear space-time. "Hey!" Erebus protested, suddenly finding herself back to just regular building-size instead of galaxy-spanning abstract concept. "I was winning that fight! I had her right where I wanted her!" "You were having a breakdown," Seraphina corrected cheerfully, launching thousands of blood projectiles at Judgment while somehow still maintaining perfect balance on Erebus's shifting form. "That's not winning, that's having a very expensive tantrum."