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

The dark expanse of space stretched endlessly across the horizon as Kael stood on the barren, lifeless planet. His form, newly forged and imbued with power from his symbiote lineage, thrummed with raw energy. The atmosphere around him seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if even the universe itself could sense the impending clash. There was nothing but the quiet hum of his symbiotes and the distant stars overhead, yet a storm was brewing—a storm of battle.

Kael's golden eyes burned with an unholy fire, the power coursing through him like a tidal wave. He had claimed the mantle of the God of Symbiotes. But to claim the universe, there was one force that still stood in his way.

The ground trembled beneath his feet as a figure descended from the sky, shrouded in crackling lightning and violent winds. The very atmosphere seemed to warp around the newcomer as he landed with the force of a thunderclap. The figure stood tall, his presence commanding, his power undeniable. Cul Borson, the god of storms, son of Bor and brother to Odin, stood before Kael, his armor shimmering with the electricity of the storm.

"Kael," Cul Borson's voice boomed, carrying with it the weight of an entire tempest. "I've felt your presence across the stars. You are a cancer to the universe, a force of destruction. I will not allow you to claim what I protect."

Kael turned slowly, his golden eyes locking onto Cul Borson with disdain. He could feel the power radiating from the god—raw, primal, and untamed. Cul Borson was a being forged in the heart of storms, his body a conduit for the very elements themselves. But to Kael, he was merely another obstacle to crush.

"You think you can protect this pathetic universe?" Kael sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You are nothing but a relic of a bygone era, an outdated god with no purpose. The universe belongs to those strong enough to seize it, and I am that strength."

Cul Borson's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening around Mjolnir, the mighty hammer of the storm. With a single motion, he raised it high, calling down a bolt of lightning so powerful it split the very fabric of the air. The bolt arced through the atmosphere, crackling with a deafening roar, but Kael was unfazed. His symbiotes, ever obedient, formed a protective barrier around him, absorbing the lightning strike and redirecting the energy harmlessly into the ground.

"Is that all?" Kael taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You'll need more than that to defeat me."

Cul Borson's eyes flashed with fury, and with a bellow, he hurled Mjolnir at Kael. The hammer tore through the air with unimaginable speed, crackling with the fury of the storm. It struck the ground with a thunderous impact, sending shockwaves rippling across the planet.

Kael's eyes flickered, and in an instant, he was gone—vanishing from sight, as if swallowed by the darkness. He reappeared behind Cul Borson, tendrils of black symbiotes swirling around his body like a dark halo. With a flick of his wrist, Kael lashed out, striking Cul Borson with a whip-like tendril. The blow sent the god of storms crashing into the ground, leaving a crater in his wake.

But Cul Borson was far from defeated. He rose from the debris, his eyes blazing with fury, his storm-wielding powers intensifying. With a primal roar, he summoned a massive storm, lightning and thunder tearing the sky apart. The very clouds above began to swirl violently, converging into a vortex of energy. The storm became a living, breathing entity, obeying Cul Borson's will.

"You think you can control the universe, Kael?" Cul Borson shouted, his voice echoing like thunder. "You'll learn that the storm is the true ruler of this world!"

Kael stood tall, unfazed, as the storm raged around him. The symbiotes rippled beneath his skin, hungry and eager for the fight. He welcomed the challenge, relishing the opportunity to test his power against a being like Cul Borson.

"I've faced worse than your storms," Kael sneered. "Now face the true power of the symbiotes."

With a wave of his hand, Kael summoned the full might of the symbiotes. They surged outward, their tendrils expanding and writhing in the air like living creatures. The darkness of Kael's power clashed against the raw fury of Cul Borson's storm, creating an explosion of energy that sent shockwaves through the atmosphere. The planet itself groaned under the pressure, its surface cracking and splitting as the two forces collided.

Kael's symbiotes responded to his every command, shifting and adapting to Cul Borson's lightning-fast strikes. Each tendril became a weapon—whips, blades, claws—attacking with precision and relentless hunger. Cul Borson's storm countered with brutal force, lightning bolts streaking across the battlefield, disintegrating anything they touched. But Kael's symbiotes were too fast, too adaptable. They absorbed the lightning, reshaping themselves, turning Cul Borson's own power against him.

"You are nothing but a child pretending to be a god!" Kael taunted, his voice dripping with disdain as his symbiotes lashed out with deadly precision.

But Cul Borson, unyielding, summoned the full might of his divine powers. With a roar, he hurled Mjolnir into the heart of the storm, calling down a colossal lightning strike. The bolt was so powerful it tore through space itself, striking with the force of a collapsing star.

Kael, undeterred, raised his hand to the sky, summoning the full might of the symbiotes to absorb the bolt. The tendrils of darkness reached upward, twisting and writhing as they consumed the energy, redirecting it into Kael's own body. His form glowed with dark energy, his muscles pulsing with raw power.

With a grin, Kael turned his eyes toward Cul Borson. "Is that all you've got? You're just a pale imitation of the real power."

In an instant, Kael vanished once more, reappearing behind Cul Borson. This time, his symbiotes formed into a massive weapon—a dark blade of pure chaos. With a single motion, Kael struck, the blade cleaving through the air with a sound like thunder. Cul Borson barely had time to react, his storm-wielding powers unable to stop the blade's deadly arc.

But Cul Borson was a god. He was not so easily defeated. With a roar, he summoned the full force of his divine powers, summoning a wave of lightning and wind that struck Kael with the fury of a thousand storms. The force of the blow sent Kael flying backward, crashing into the ground with enough force to shatter the earth beneath him.

Kael slowly rose to his feet, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. His golden eyes burned with fury as he turned his gaze upon Cul Borson. "You may be a god," Kael said, his voice low and threatening. "But I am something far worse. I am the harbinger of your destruction."

The two gods locked eyes, their power crackling in the air between them. The battlefield was a warzone, torn apart by the force of their battle. Each strike, each clash, seemed to shake the very foundations of the universe.

And so, they continued to fight—Kael, the God of Symbiotes, and Cul Borson, the God of Storms. A battle of gods, of titans, that would determine the fate of the universe itself.

And in the end, only one would stand victorious