Kael stood with his hands jammed in his pockets, glaring up at the towering, radiant figure of cosmic power before him. The godlike being’s voice boomed, reverberating through the void.
"Mortal, do you feel no fear? You tamper with forces that could unmake existence itself!"
Kael snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, I feel it. You’re big, loud, and shiny—pretty intimidating stuff." He paused, scratching his chin as if considering. "But honestly? I’ve been betrayed, shot in the back, dragged to Hell, and chewed on by something with more teeth than brains. Compared to all that, you’re just…meh."
The being’s radiant glow dimmed slightly, as though taken aback. "You truly do not understand the gravity of your actions. You would defy even me?"
Kael rolled his eyes. "Defy you? Buddy, I don’t even know your name. You’re what, Cosmic Glitter Beard? Look, if you’re here to smite me or whatever, just get it over with. Otherwise, I’ve got a heist to plan, and you’re killing my vibe."
The being’s form seemed to shimmer with frustration, its divine presence wavering.
Kael never asked for this. He was just a space thief pulling jobs to get by, maybe earn a little notoriety. But one botched heist later, he’s betrayed, shot in the back, and wakes up not dead—but in Hell itself. Surrounded by monsters, he fought, bled, and clawed his way out. Then rinse and repeat.
Now back among the stars, Kael realizes he’s not the same. The Nether Crystal he stole didn’t just drag him to Hell—it changed him, marking him with strange powers and an even stranger destiny. But Kael’s not interested in destiny. He’s interested in getting paid, getting revenge, and staying alive long enough to figure out why every major power in the galaxy suddenly seems terrified of him.
With the Federation cracking down on mutants and Nether Crystal smugglers, cultists stealing humanity's secrets, and interstellar war looming, Kael’s got no time for gods, fate, or anything else that gets in his way. He’s got a new path of power to climb, and if the galaxy burns along the way? Well, that’s not really his problem.
