In the primordial soup, outside of creation there is no light, nor darkness, no gravitation, no dark matter, there is nothing but chaos.

Within the infinite reaches of chaos, among innumerable cosmic terrors an orb drifted.

How long it must have been there? It did not know, for time in this place was neither non-existent nor constant. It could have been 10 billion-billion-billion-billon years just as easily as it could have been a fraction of a nano-second.

Nevertheless, the orb was aware that it could not lay dormant forever, for it had a purpose, a reason behind its existence. It was a tool, a tool for its master to wield, a tool meant to protect its owner. And this specific red orb had one, and there could only ever be one worthy of bearing it.

Light sparked in the abyss, and countless flailing tentacles reached for the orb, on instinct they tried to devour the newborn. After all, it was hard to come by in the chaos, sustenance was rare, and even rarer the occasion when the lower echelons could feast.

The orb resonated with power, and the spark was followed by an enormous shock wave. It had a definite weight behind its push, and tentacles that were more massive than entire solar systems were blown away. A white cloud obscured the orb, and a new force was born within chaos.

Inside the strange mist, a super massive Blackhole manifested with the red orb sitting calmly inside the Eye of the Storm while the body hungrily pulled-in and absorbed everything.

The cosmos wailed as terrors were ripped apart, and consumed by the black hole, ever fueling its growth.

(...)

An Undetermined amount of time later

The mist shifted, it warped and morphed until it became more rigid, and solid. It formed a skeleton, an Overlord. One without Equal.

Pale white flames roared alive within the darkness of the skeletal eye sockets, and the massive bleached, white form shivered. There were miniscule fissures along every bone, and within bright greenish light seeped out, continuously exuding an unknown might.

No cloth was on the skeleton, however soon a hand grasped at chaos, and twisted it.

A Gown was created, ripped from primordial chaos, the catalyst for all of Creation, was found to be a suitable fabric for the Supreme One.

Breathing life into it, Ainz molded chaos on instinct, as if it were a second nature to him, and soon the Gown took shape and form.

A myriad of Stars and Nebulas, ever in motion, reflected on his gown, the Overlord finally felt satisfied. This would do. The Overlord decided, and raised a skeletal arm, he invoked Supreme Tier Magic. {Dimensional Move☆}

Space-time warped and the Overlord found himself at the chokepoint, at the center of all of Creation, which—surprisingly was outside of creation itself, a realm inhabited by chaos.

Countless eyes followed, observed the Overlord, yet the King did not care for it, he was here on business, nothing would keep him.

"Yog-sothot, I have come..." Ainz said, and halted his steps, looking around at the many eyes observing. "Keep a leash on your bitch, I grow tired of her antics." He finished, and the myriad eyes, each of different size and color shivered.

"If she ever threatens my world again, I will come back, and make her repent." Ainz declared with an iron will, backed by the resolve needed to face the pinnacle of chaos, who's visage or the mere invocation of its name would sow irredeemable madness.

"Ahahahahahahahahahha-"

The eyes blinked, and chaos swirled, and the cosmos quivered, as many maws with razor sharp teeth, dripping blackish liquid opened wide in unadulterated laughter, sheer glee, and mockery. The stars lost their luster in the eldritch delight as Yog-sothot tried his best to calm down, yet laughter continued to rise from his bottomless belly.

"Ahahhahaahah-"

The seeping eldritch energies around Ainz twisted, and he invoked the Supreme Tier once more. "{Silence ☆}." The Lord said, and there be silence.

The mocking voice of the eldritch horror gradually fell, and the Stars settled down, and regained their light in the distance, far outside the reaches of chaos.

"It appears you lack basic courtesy..." then again, what did I expect from an eldritch terror, Ainz thought to himself, "let me teach you the basics, when I speak you listen, it is rudimentary that you do not interrupt me with senseless laughter."

A sharp sound, as if glass breaking echoed in the area, and the myriad maws opened once more.

So, it would seem that even Supreme Tier can't hold it for long. Ainz noted, and decided that it was time he left. Although, since he has awoken, he felt peculiar, as if his energy reserves; mana, eldritch, wild, and chaos were bottomless, he still didn't want to risk fighting an opponent such as Yog-sothot if he could help it, he also needed to test his new limits before their eventual collision. Sooner or later, he would have to face it, and he better prepares. Ainz surmised and used {Dimensional Move☆}, leaving the first eldritch terror to his own device.

As the Overlord warped out of existence, and left the chaos realm, the form of Yog-sothot dripped black drops onto the realm, which soon gathered and formed a more defined, and a more humanoid shape. Conjuring up a swirling mass of chaos, creating a literal galaxy out of primordial energy, the humongous form took a seat.

"Hahahaha, I am starting to understand why my dear wife has it out for you..."

Several eyes opened on the melting visage, each peering through the abyss, and into a primitive world. "You are truly an interesting fellow... I might pay you a visit." The Eldritch God, known as the Key and the Gate mused, however he was soon brought back to reality when the loud snoring returned. "Aghh, damn you! You Blind Idiot! Stop being so loud!" Yog-sothot roared, and a myriad of different voices intertwined echoed in the cosmos, stifling the light, and deafening out the sound. The snore has subsided, even if only for a little.

The deformed form gradually let go of all illusions and returned to its indescribable, incomprehensible form, "It's about time you met my nephew... I wonder, will you survive?" The Lurker at the Threshold mused, turning his terrible gaze on the cosmic playing field.

(...)

Space Delta Quadrant, Solar System

Inside the vast emptiness of space, dozens of massive spaceships drifted. Each spamming hundreds of kilometers; they were truly massive; the pinnacle of human technology, they served as the first and last defense line for Humanity.

The year was 2739, and while the atmosphere on the Earth had begun stabilizing due to the efforts of combined campaigns it was still far from optimal.

The wealthy, and those of higher power were privileged and lived underground, or in outer space upon massive luxury spacecrafts protected by a myriad of fighters.

These spacecrafts didn't have high combat power; however the two dozen motherships were monstrosities, and true destroyers. Equipped by the latest tech, these ships had plasma shields and guns, and several hundred antimatter missiles each. A single ship could one-shot a planet, a dozen could probably end any threat, but Humanity had double that amount.

The question, why? Why would humanity waste precious resources to build and maintain excess motherships? It is counterproductive, no?

The truth of the matter was, they were in dire need of reinforcements and thus the production never ceased. When one ship fell it was instantly replaced. But the question remained, how long can they keep this up? How long until Mother Earth and the surrounding planets and asteroids are depleted, exhausted of every ore, every crystal?

A hundred years ago the veil was lifted, and creatures from the other side came, nearly wiping out humanity in the process.

It was a painful wake up call for humanity, but one that they needed if they wished to pass the Great Filter, the idea that puts two futures in front of them. Either pass the Great Filter and thrive or fail and go extinct.

(…)

Abroad the Lead Mothership

"Captain! Irregular space fluctuations are coming-in from every sensor, what should we do?!" The soldier before the blinking red screen shouted; clearly unnerved by the Event. Usually only one, maybe two portals would open, but now, it seemed as though the world had gone haywire.

One after another, countless signals flashed on the screen, and something tore into reality. Something ancient and great, something that could easily spell the end of humanity if they made even a single mistake.

The captain stared intently at the floating screen, but he remained cool; and quickly came to a decision, there was a reason he was appointed to the position of Grand Admiral. "Stay alert; and fire up the weapons! Relay my orders to the other ships. Prepare a preemptive strike!"

With precise coordination the weapons turned and focused on the swirling anomaly closest to planet Earth, one that was at the very edge of the Solar System.

"Fire!" The order came, and the weapons went off, a myriad of different colored laser lit up the cosmos, and the night sky for Earth dwellers.

(...)

Nyarlathotep felt a shift in reality, and the humanoid avatar of the Crawling Chaos turned his head slightly, peering into the abyss, and beyond he could feel a new entity intruding upon the confines of reality, heralded by a billion tears across the fabric of space-time, the entity forced his way into the cosmos.

The Avatar felt curiosity welling up from within, and an inhumane smile morphed on his visage.

"A new contender, ehh?"