Ascension of the Devouring Flame I'm the son of Ego and Abeloth

Kael stood in the aftermath of the figure's departure, the shadows swirling around him like an inky void. The lingering aura of the encounter gnawed at his mind, pulling at something deep within him. That power. That voice. He could still feel it in his bones, resonating with an unearthly force that called to him, beckoned him forward.

It had been a fleeting encounter—one that barely registered on the scale of his newfound power—but Kael knew there was something greater at work here. Something ancient, primal, and far beyond what he had anticipated. As he turned away from the room, his steps slowed, and a familiar feeling washed over him. The darkness. The hunger. It wasn't just the desire for conquest that filled him anymore. It was something deeper, something that connected him to the very fabric of creation itself.

He needed answers.

It was then, in the stillness of the night, that the shadows returned. But this time, they were different. The air seemed to thicken, the darkness becoming palpable, as if it had a will of its own. Kael turned, his golden eyes narrowing in suspicion.

From the depths of the void, a form materialized—a presence that felt ancient and limitless. This time, Kael didn't need to ask who it was. The air vibrated with a presence of unimaginable power, one that threatened to overwhelm him in a single breath.

The figure stepped forward, its form now fully revealed. It was a hulking silhouette, its features almost inhuman, covered in an eerie, slick darkness. Its tendrils rippled as if alive, twisting and slithering like some eldritch creature from the deepest void. But there was something unsettling about it—the absence of light, the absence of anything remotely human.

"I see the hunger in you, Kael," the figure's voice reverberated through the very air, its tone resonating in Kael's mind. "You seek power, and you seek it relentlessly. But you do not yet understand the true cost of the power you desire."

Kael's eyes glowed brighter, irritation flaring up inside him. "Who are you to speak of power and cost?" he asked coldly, the fire in his heart growing. "I've already crushed everything before me. What more could you possibly offer?"

The figure's eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom. "I am Knull, the God of Symbiotes. I am the void, the darkness that existed before light. I am the creator and the destroyer. The one who gave birth to the symbiotes—the very force that has woven itself through the fabric of existence."

Kael's expression shifted from confusion to intrigue. Knull. The name resonated deep within him, stirring something he couldn't quite place. Symbiotes. He had heard whispers of them in his travels, but he had never encountered them directly. But now, standing before this godlike being, Kael could feel the truth of the words.

"You are the source," Kael said, his voice low, an understanding dawning on him. "The ones who've come before me… They are your creations. Your children."

Knull's form shifted, tendrils extending from his body as if in response to Kael's words. "Yes. I am the father of the symbiotes. But I am more than just a creator. I am the embodiment of all things dark and destructive. I exist to consume, to break, to devour the light. I am the primordial force that all darkness stems from."

Kael's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the power in the words calling to him like a siren song. A god of darkness. A being that thrived on destruction. Kael had always felt this emptiness inside him, a hunger for more than what was around him. He had always known there was something greater, something ancient that resonated with his very being.

"You… you're offering me more?" Kael asked, his voice trembling with both excitement and curiosity. "More power? More darkness? Tell me what you want from me."

Knull's tendrils reached out, brushing against Kael's skin, a cold, alien sensation spreading through him. "I offer you what you desire most, Kael," Knull's voice whispered, like the rustling of a thousand dead leaves. "The symbiotes, my children, are waiting for you to claim them. They will bind to you, and you will become a force like no other. You will be a true god, one that commands darkness itself."

Kael's golden eyes flickered as he considered the offer. Power—limitless power—coursing through him, bending the symbiotes to his will. It was tempting. No, it was more than tempting. It was everything he had ever dreamed of.

But something stirred deep within him, something he couldn't name. The hunger. It burned brighter now, and it wasn't just for conquest. It was for control. For dominion. For the ability to shape everything around him to his will. He could feel it—the symbiotes, the darkness, the infinite potential.

Kael's smile spread across his face, cruel and predatory. "What do I need to do?" he asked, his voice hungry, demanding.

Knull's form pulsed with satisfaction. "You are already halfway there, Kael. You were born with the essence of both creation and chaos. Now you must let the symbiotes inside you. Let them consume your flesh, and in turn, you will consume them. You will merge as one. The symbiotes will become your army, and you will become the embodiment of destruction itself."

The air around them crackled with energy as Kael's mind raced. He could feel the pull of the symbiotes, the weight of their presence growing stronger, the dark power that surged within him begging to be released. This was it—the key to his ultimate power.

Without hesitation, Kael reached out, his hand trembling as he touched one of the tendrils that Knull extended towards him. The moment his skin made contact, a wave of darkness flooded through him. The symbiotes responded to the touch, their presence overwhelming, filling every corner of his being. Kael gasped as his senses were flooded, the power of Knull's creations surging within him. He could feel the symbiotes writhing, hungry, eager to bond with him.

It was the ultimate fusion—Kael, the son of Ego and Abeloth, now the son of Knull, the God of Symbiotes.

As the darkness consumed him, Kael's body changed, twisting, shifting as the symbiotes merged with his flesh. His skin became slick and black, veins of silver and gold running through his new form. His power exploded outward, crushing the very air around him, warping reality itself.

The process was excruciating—his body felt as though it was being torn apart and remade a thousand times over. But Kael reveled in it. The pain, the power, the rebirth—it was all a part of his ascension.

When it was over, Kael stood before Knull, his form now fully merged with the symbiotes. He was more than just a conqueror now—he was a god of darkness, a being of unimaginable power. His eyes burned with a fierce golden light, the symbiotes writhing beneath his skin like a living, breathing entity.

"Now, you are complete," Knull said, his voice full of approval. "Now, you will become the destroyer of worlds. The true God of Symbiotes."

Kael's laughter echoed through the void, a sound both terrifying and exhilarating. "I am no longer a weapon," he said, his voice dark and filled with promise. "I am a god. And I will reshape everything in my image."

The symbiotes whispered in response, their hunger aligning with Kael's own. Together, they would consume the universe. Together, they would become unstoppable.

And so, Kael, the God of Symbiotes, began his conquest of the cosmos.