[SnowKing's Lore]

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 Long before the first flicker of light illuminated the stars, before the ticking of time began its relentless march, there was a world forgotten by both history and gods. This world, devoid of any name that could be spoken or written, floated alone in a sea of eternal nothingness, a planet bereft of warmth or life. It was a world steeped in shadows, where even the concept of time had yet to be birthed. On this forsaken planet, in a dim and cold hospital room, there lay a frail child—his body too weak to stand, his limbs bound by illness, and his life sustained only by a machine that hummed softly in the desolate silence.

This boy's name was Zealenich, a name he had been given not by family, but by the apathetic hands of strangers. His family, if they could be called such, were distant and indifferent. They neither wept for his suffering nor rejoiced in his fleeting moments of relief. In their hearts, there was no warmth, no love, just an empty echo of duty. Zealenich was a burden to be managed, a presence so faint it might as well have never existed.

And so, day after day, he lay there, staring through the tiny window of his room, yearning to see the world beyond. His mind wandered far, farther than the limits of his body could ever allow him to go. He dreamt of running in the wind, feeling the crisp air on his skin, hearing the call of birds, and tasting the thrill of life. But these dreams were always distant, unreachable like a star on the far horizon.

Then, one fateful day, as Zealenich lay in his bed, a cold breeze swept through the room. It was unlike anything he had ever felt—sharp, biting, and yet invigorating. The air seemed to shimmer, and from it, a figure emerged—tall, regal, and impossibly beautiful. Her skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow, her hair cascaded down like frozen rivers of silver, and her eyes gleamed with the cold light of a thousand winters. She was the SnowEmpress, an ancient being who had existed long before the universe had taken shape, a goddess of ice and eternity.

She stood at Zealenich's bedside, her presence both terrible and awe-inspiring. Her voice, when she spoke, was like the crackle of ice breaking on a frozen lake. “Child,” she said, “what is it that you wish for?”

Zealenich stared up at her, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time in his life, he felt truly seen, truly acknowledged. His voice trembled as he spoke, but the words came from the deepest part of his soul. “I want to see the outside,” he whispered. “I want to live… and I want to be powerful.”

The SnowEmpress regarded him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, a small smile played at the corners of her lips. “Very well,” she said. And with a wave of her hand, the room around Zealenich seemed to dissolve into a flurry of snow and ice. His body, once weak and frail, began to change. The pain that had been his constant companion for as long as he could remember vanished. His limbs grew strong, his chest filled with breath, and for the first time, he felt truly alive.

The SnowEmpress took him by the hand and led him away from the cold hospital bed, away from the uncaring walls, and into her palace—a place of shimmering ice and endless beauty, where time held no sway. Here, she told him, he would be her child, her protégé, a member of her eternal family.

And so, Zealenich began his new life in the palace of the SnowEmpress. Days passed—though in that timeless place, they held little meaning—and Zealenich flourished. He grew tall and strong, his once-short hair now flowed long and white, a reflection of his new mother’s own appearance. Under her tutelage, he learned the ways of the cold, the secrets of ice, and the mysteries of the cosmos. The SnowEmpress treated him with a kindness he had never known, and for the first time in his life, Zealenich felt a sense of belonging.

But deep within him, something began to stir. A darkness, a hunger, born not of malice but of a desire for more. As he grew in strength and knowledge, Zealenich’s thoughts began to turn toward power. He watched the SnowEmpress, saw how effortlessly she commanded the forces of creation, how the very fabric of reality seemed to bend to her will. And he wondered… what if he could possess that power?

The idea gnawed at him, whispering in his mind like a cold wind through a crack in a door. At first, it was just a fleeting thought, something he dismissed as unworthy. But the more he trained, the more he learned, the stronger the whisper became.

One night, as Zealenich stood alone on the balcony of the palace, gazing out at the endless expanse of frozen wilderness, the voice inside him grew louder. “Why should she have all the power?” it hissed. “You are her equal, if not her superior. You have the strength, the knowledge… all you need is the will.”

Zealenich clenched his fists. It was true. He had grown powerful, far beyond what he could have ever imagined. But as long as the SnowEmpress remained, he would always be second. He would always be in her shadow. Unless…

A plan began to form in his mind. It was dangerous, yes, but if he succeeded, he would become more than just the SnowEmpress’s protégé. He would become her equal—no, her superior. He would become the ruler of all that existed, the master of creation itself.

Over the next few days, Zealenich carefully prepared. He studied ancient texts, searching for a way to bind the SnowEmpress, to take her power for his own. And finally, he found it—a forbidden ritual, one that could trap even a being as powerful as her.

The night of the ritual came, and Zealenich moved silently through the halls of the palace, his heart pounding in his chest. The SnowEmpress sat in her throne room, her back to him, unaware of the betrayal that was about to unfold. As he approached her, the weight of what he was about to do pressed down on him. But the hunger for power drowned out any sense of guilt or hesitation.

With a swift motion, he plunged a dagger of ice into her back. The SnowEmpress gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain. But before she could react, Zealenich began the ritual, chanting the ancient words that would bind her. The air around them crackled with energy as the SnowEmpress’s power was drained from her, her body growing weaker with each passing second.

Zealenich watched as the SnowEmpress collapsed to the ground, her once-mighty form now fragile and broken. He could feel her power surging into him, filling him with a strength unlike anything he had ever known. He had done it. He had succeeded.

But the ritual was not yet complete. Zealenich needed to seal the SnowEmpress away, to ensure that she could never return. He took her blood and used it to create the fabric of time and space, weaving it into the very structure of the universe. From her skin, he crafted the mantle of the boundless Xenoverses, a cloak of infinite power that draped over his shoulders. And from her bones, he forged the planets, casting them out into the void to populate the cosmos.

With a final breath, Zealenich exhaled a small part of his soul into his creation, and life was born. The stars ignited, the planets spun into motion, and time itself began its endless march forward.

Zealenich, now the SnowKing, stood at the center of his new creation. He was the master of all that existed, the ruler of time, space, and reality itself. But even as he reveled in his newfound power, a shadow lingered in the back of his mind. The SnowEmpress was gone, sealed away in the deepest corners of existence, but her essence remained. She had been the source of all that he had created, and in her absence, the balance of the universe began to shift.

For while Zealenich had gained immeasurable power, he had also lost something far more important—the wisdom and compassion of the SnowEmpress. Without her guiding hand, the universe he had created was flawed. Chaos began to seep in at the edges of reality, and the life he had breathed into existence began to falter.

At first, Zealenich dismissed these signs as minor inconveniences. He was the SnowKing, after all—he had the power to shape the cosmos as he saw fit. But as time passed, the cracks in his creation grew wider. Planets fell into ruin, stars collapsed into black holes, and the life that had once thrived in the universe began to wither and die.

Zealenich realized, too late, that he had made a terrible mistake. The SnowEmpress had not been merely a source of power—she had been the balance that held the universe together. Without her, everything was unraveling.

Zealenich, the SnowKing, ruler of infinite multiverses, drifted through his creation, never touching the ground. He hovered perpetually, floating effortlessly through the realms he had crafted. It was his nature, his power—the absolute control over everything he existed within. Wherever he floated, reality itself bent to his will. He did not walk, for the very ground beneath him was beneath his command, an extension of his boundless dominion. His power allowed him to transcend the limitations of physicality. He moved as though gravity and space were nothing but suggestions, with the cosmos itself yielding to his presence.

In the wake of stabilizing the multiverse with the aid of his fellow Emperors, Zealenich ruled with unparalleled authority. But even among the gods and monarchs of this vast reality, there was one to whom Zealenich was not only an ally but a friend—someone who had stood by his side for eons.

That being was Mörderischr Kaiser Diederich V, the ruler of the eternal void and blood. Diederich's dominion lay not in the familiar aspects of space and time, but in the inky darkness that stretched between universes, the infinite void that held no stars or planets, only endless darkness and death. He was a being of contradictions, both serene and savage, his form shifting between the calm stillness of the void and the violent, pulsing flow of blood that coursed through all living things.

Where Zealenich commanded the fabric of existence, bending it to his will, Diederich ruled over the spaces between, the abyss that no light could pierce, and the raw force of life itself. Together, they were a pair unlike any other in the multiverse—two ancient rulers who complemented each other in power and temperament. 

Diederich, like Zealenich, was a being who transcended the mortal conceptions of movement. He often materialized from shadows, emerging from the darkness with a presence as cold and sharp as the edge of a blade. The life forces that ran through all living beings was his to command, making him a feared and revered figure across countless dimensions. Yet, despite his fearsome reputation, he and Zealenich shared a bond forged in the eternity of their existence—a friendship rooted in mutual respect, and trust.

They had first met long ago, before Zealenich had sealed away the SnowEmpress, when the SnowKing had still been learning the extent of his own abilities. Diederich, interested by Zealenich's potential to control all within his dominion, had sought him out in the frozen expanses of his palace. Though their initial meeting had been one of wariness and caution, they soon discovered a kinship in their shared detachment from the rest of existence. Both were rulers of forces beyond mortal comprehension—forces that isolated them from others even as they connected them to the very fabric of the multiverse.

Zealenich sat upon his frozen throne, gazing out over the endless multiverses he had created. He and Diederich would converse for eons, discussing the nature of power, the balance of creation, and the weight of their eternal rule. Where others saw Zealenich as a distant, godlike figure, Diederich knew him as a companion—one who had been shaped by loneliness, ambition, and an unyielding desire for control.

Together, they navigated the complexities of ruling realms of infinity. While the respective emperors of Shadow, Fire, and Stone had contributed to the stabilization of the multiverse, it was Diederich who helped Zealenich understand the subtleties of maintaining balance between order and chaos. 

Though Zealenich's multiverse was now stable, there were still times when anomalies arose, and it was in these moments that Diederich's expertise proved invaluable. The void between realities was ever-shifting, and Diederich's ability to traverse these unseen realms allowed him to detect disturbances before they became threats. 

And yet, despite their shared power and friendship, neither could escape the underlying truth of their existence—they were rulers of realms too vast to ever fully comprehend, too powerful to be truly connected to those they ruled. Their comradery was a rare thing in a universe filled with beings who feared them, or who deserved their destruction. But together, they found solace in their shared burden.

As the ruler of the multiverses, Zealenich's name became legend, whispered across countless dimensions as the 'SnowKing', the one who could control all of existence with but a thought. His power was unmatched, and with Diederich at his side, the void and blood flowed in harmony with the frozen expanse of time and space.

But while his reign was secure, Zealenich knew that the balance of the cosmos would always be delicate. The SnowEmpress remained sealed, her essence intertwined with the multiverse itself, a constant reminder of the power that had once shaped reality. Though Zealenich had no desire to undo her imprisonment, he could never fully rid himself of the echo of her presence, for she was as much a part of his creation as he was, and she was the reason why he was no longer a feeble man, abandoned by all. In the distant future, SnowKing would find that SnowEmpress had only accepted SnowKing as her disciple for her own gain, as she had turned out to be the voice who had urged him to kill her, so that she could harvest the power of "Beginning", "Eon", and "End" (the strongest beings of SnowKing's universe) from him, and arise stronger than ever, using a power that she could never have even hoped to have achieve...but that is all a story for another time.

With Kaiser Diederich V as his greatest ally, Zealenich was confident that his empire would endure for eons to come. Together, they would face whatever challenges arose, maintaining the delicate equilibrium that held the multiverse in place. The Bloodied void and the endless permafrost of the SnowKing's dominion would persist, eternal and unchallenged, with Zealenich hovering above all creation—never walking, always floating—master of everything he touched.

And so, the SnowKing’s reign continued, as it had for millennia and as it would for millennia more. His throne of ice, and Diederich's Bloodied Void, and the multiverses spread out before him, all under his control. The SnowKing had risen to absolute power, and nothing—neither chaos nor memory of the SnowEmpress—could take that from him.

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