I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!

The tension in the chamber rose once more as the Goddess of Light and the God of Darkness exchanged a silent standoff. Her pristine white eyes bore into his hollow black voids, unyielding yet tempered with the weight of the moment.

Finally, she relented, stepping back as her divine might dissipated, her luminous presence dimming just enough to signal her withdrawal from interference.

The God of Fate, sensing his opportunity, chuckled bitterly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Haha! How beautiful! It seems I have gained a great comrade, but God of Darkness, don't think you can fool me. If anyone benefited from that Oath aside from the Goddess of Light, it was you."

Though bound and unable to turn to face him, his words echoed through the Council Hall with defiant clarity.

The God of Darkness's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile, but he remained silent. His enigmatic demeanor and lack of denial spoke volumes, leaving the implication to linger heavily in the air.

Breaking the silence, the Goddess of the Sea spoke, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and sorrow. "Speak your words clearly, God of Fate," she said, her blue eyes searching for clarity amidst the chaos.

But the God of Fate let out a dry, humorless laugh, dismissing her concern. "There is no point," he said, his golden eyes gleaming with resigned bitterness.

"As the one who sees Fate, I will give you a single piece of advice, Goddess of the Sea—separate yourself from the Heavenly Realm. Otherwise, you might be the next one kneeling here, in my position."

The council stirred uneasily at his ominous words, but before anyone could respond, the God of Mist burst into laughter, his voice piercing and mocking. "Even after being chained, you still play those manipulative games. HAHAHA! Truly a loser who lost to a mortal!" His laughter reverberated through the chamber, harsh and grating.

The God of Fate said nothing in response, but his teeth clenched tightly as he glared downward, the fury and frustration of his position palpable even in his silence.

The Goddess of Light, fixed the God of Fate with a piercing gaze. "I will give you one last chance," she said, her voice calm yet unyielding. "Speak—why did you choose to break the Oath?"

The God of Fate's golden eyes burned with hatred as he stared back at her. Despite his bound and diminished state, his defiance remained unshaken. "It was not me who broke the Oath—it was all of you. You planned everything from the start. You never intended to fulfill my side of the Oath. So then, I did the same."

His words carried the weight of deep resentment, echoing through the hall like a blade slicing through the air.

The stance of Goddess of Light remained firm as she declared, "Since you accept your crimes, you will be punished according to the Law of the Heavens. The vote shall now be cast."

However, before the gods could raise their hands or give their verdict, the voice of the God of Darkness cut through the silence like a shadow piercing light.

His hollow, gouged black eyes turned toward the Goddess of Light as he shielded the God of Fate once more with his divinity. "What did you do with the body blessed by the Ancient God of Space for the foreign soul?"

The God of Fate's expression shifted subtly, and for the first time since the Council began, a triumphant smile graced his lips. "Why should I tell you?" he responded, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

The God of Darkness, seated in shadow and silence, spoke with a measured calm that seemed to echo across the hall. "Guilty," he declared, his voice deep and resolute, knowing full well that further questioning would yield no answers.

Next, the Goddess of the Sea, her flowing blue hair catching the faint light in the hall, cast her vote with a sigh of sorrow. "Not Guilty," she said, her voice soft yet firm, her sadness evident as she struggled to reconcile her emotions with the situation.

The God of Mist followed, his blurred figure rippling with amusement. A mocking laugh escaped him before he said, "Haha! What is there to question? GUILTY!"

The God of Hammer, who had remained detached from the debate, finally opened his eyes. His deep, gravelly voice broke through the silence as he calmly announced, "Not Guilty," before closing his eyes again, his thoughts already returning to the intricate designs of his latest creation.

Finally, the Goddess of Light, radiant in her divine presence, spoke with authority. "Guilty," she declared, her tone steady, her pristine white eyes unwavering.

The vote was cast, and with a majority verdict, the Goddess of Light rose to announce the outcome. Her luminous form seemed to brighten as she proclaimed, "With the majority of votes against the God of Fate, I hereby declare him guilty of treason against the Heavens. He shall hereby…"

Before the sentence could be completed, the chamber was enveloped in an overwhelming radiance. From above the Council of Gods, two figures descended, their presence reshaping the atmosphere entirely.

The first was an entity shining with an intense blue light, so brilliant that the grand Council Hall seemed to pale in comparison. The light was all-encompassing, making it impossible to discern the figure's form beneath its celestial glow.

Beside the radiant figure descended an angel, whose ten magnificent wings spread wide, each feather shimmering with golden brilliance. She carried a golden spear in her hands, its divine energy palpable and commanding.

The angel was breathtakingly beautiful, her form immaculate and exuding an aura of authority. Yet her expression bore a distinct look of disdain as her piercing gaze swept over the Council of Gods, as if finding them unworthy of their thrones.

Every god present, including the God of Fate bound in chains, reacted in unison to this divine interruption. Rising from their thrones with reverence, they knelt before the blue light, their heads bowed.

Their voices united in perfect harmony, echoing through the chamber with profound respect. "We greet the Ancient Goddess of the Moon," they intoned together

The grand chamber, illuminated by the radiant glow of the Ancient Goddess of the Moon, remained deathly silent as her presence dominated the space. The gods, still kneeling, barely dared to breathe, their heads bowed in reverence.

The light from her form washed over the Council, dimming even the celestial brilliance of the hall. Beside her, the ten-winged angel, standing tall with her golden spear gleaming, emanated an aura of overwhelming authority and disdain.

Breaking the oppressive silence, the angel spoke, her voice carrying the weight of an undeniable command. "Release him," she declared, her tone devoid of emotion yet carrying a power that resonated across the chamber.

The four-winged angels, who had been holding the chains binding the God of Fate, immediately obeyed. The golden chains glowed brightly for a fleeting moment before vanishing into thin air, their presence erased as though they had never existed.

The God of Fate, now free, remained in the kneeling position.

"I thank your Majesty, Ancient Goddess of the Moon," he said, his voice steady but humble, his defiance momentarily subdued by the sheer gravity of her presence.

"Leave it," replied the Moon Goddess. Her tone carried neither anger nor forgiveness but an absolute finality that left no room for argument.

The Goddess of the Sea's pristine blue eyes brimmed with uncertainty, while the God of Hammer, for the first time, opened his eyes fully to observe the scene, his usual detachment replaced by curiosity.

The God of Mist's swirling form had stilled completely though his figure was still blurry.

Then the Moon Goddess spoke again, her voice calm but imbued with a chilling weight. "Everyone present here has cheated the will of the Ancient God of Time and Space one way or another. And the price will be paid," she declared, her words cutting through the hall like a blade.

"Goddess of Light, your hero will not receive even a quarter of what he was promised," declared the Moon Goddess, her tone calm yet searing with authority.

The Goddess of Light's radiant visage faltered, and a look of panic overtook her usually composed features. She hastily raised her hands in an attempt to plead, her voice trembling as she began, "But Your Majesty—"

"Silence," the Moon Goddess commanded, her voice resonating with the power of her divine tongue. The effect was immediate and absolute. The Goddess of Light's head was forcibly lowered as if an invisible hand pressed her down.

Her pristine white skin twisted with bulging veins, wriggling grotesquely under the strain. Pain was etched across her face, yet not a single cry escaped her lips. Her suffering was silent, an echo of her submission under the Moon Goddess's unquestionable power.

The Moon Goddess continued, her gaze piercing and unrelenting. "The Sun God is already disappointed in you. Do not make me kill you," she said, her words cutting like a blade, leaving no room for argument or retaliation.

The air surrounding the Goddess of Light seemed to grow colder as she remained subdued, her divine aura dimmed to a faint glimmer of its usual brilliance.

Without further acknowledgment, the Moon Goddess shifted her attention to the God of Fate, still kneeling before her with his chains dissolved but his pride still visibly restrained.

Her radiant blue glow cast shadows over his form as she addressed him directly, her tone steady but laced with condemnation. "God of Fate, the only reason you are not banished from the Heavens is because you, too, were cheated from the will of the Ancient God of Time and Space," she declared, her words hanging heavily in the silent hall.

"However, that does not make your crime any less unforgivable."

Her gaze bore into him, an unyielding force pressing against his defiance. "You dared to take the body blessed by the God of Space for your own selfish benefit, and worse, you tampered with the Soul of the Savior," she said, her voice carrying both fury and disappointment.

'Now you decide to interfere. Though it won't change anything—I've already used that body, and everything will go according to my plan.' The God of Fate thought his inner smile was laced with certainty, even as he knelt before the goddess.

The Moon Goddess turned her piercing radiance toward him, her tone growing cold and sharp.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds; you must be thinking everything is going according to your will," she said reading his mind. Then, as if her fury had transformed, she began to laugh—a sound that reverberated across the chamber with haunting intensity.

"Haha! One cheated the will of the Gods, and another brought disaster to the World," she proclaimed. Her luminous figure seemed to pulse with divine fury as her laughter ceased and her tone darkened further.

"Mark my words, you foolish Lesser Beings: You all will be responsible for your actions. Everyone will be judged for the sins they committed."

With those final words, the Ancient Goddess of the Moon and her celestial ten-winged angel vanished in a flash of light so brilliant that even the majestic chamber faded momentarily.

The absence of the goddess seemed to trigger the God of Fate's escape. The moment the Moon Goddess disappeared, he too vanished, leaving behind an empty space where his chained figure had knelt moments ago.

The God of Mist's amused voice rang through the chamber, breaking the silence with a mocking observation. "That coward ran away," he commented, his blurred form shifting as if he were preparing to chase after the fleeing deity.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of the Sea and the God of Hammer quietly left for their domains, their ethereal forms fading into shimmering lights as they returned to their respective realms.

The God of Darkness lingered for a moment longer, his gouged-out black eyes turning toward the Goddess of Light.

She had risen from her kneeling position with visible effort, her once-pristine composure disrupted by the lingering effects of the Divine Tongue spoken by the Moon Goddess. The strain left her weakened, veins still bulging beneath her pale skin.

"I look forward to seeing you fall, Goddess of Light," the God of Darkness said with quiet malice, his lips curling into a cruel smile before he departed for his own domain. His words left an icy echo in the chamber, a reminder of her growing isolation among the gods.

As the final figure disappeared, the chamber of the Council of Gods was left desolate, the radiant thrones empty and the divine light dimmed. The Goddess of Light stood alone, her fists clenched tightly in frustration and pain.