The Gathering of Legends
The air cracked and twisted, space itself bending as seventeen portals erupted into existence. Reality trembled, as if recoiling from the sheer magnitude of power stepping forth.
From each swirling vortex, a figure emerged—icons of destruction, masters of manipulation, gods of chaos.
The Seventeen Arrive
First came Voldemort, his serpentine visage barely illuminated in the dim chamber. His crimson eyes flickered with suspicion as he took in his surroundings, fingers already curling around his wand.
Stepping forward with slow, deliberate confidence was All for One, his masked face unreadable. His mere presence radiated control—a man who had ruled from the shadows for generations.
A soft chuckle announced the arrival of Orochimaru, his golden, snake-like eyes gleaming with amusement. "How curious," he murmured, already intrigued by the situation.
With effortless grace, Sōsuke Aizen stepped forth, his composed demeanor betraying neither surprise nor concern. He merely adjusted his glasses, analyzing everything with quiet amusement.
A booming laugh shattered the silence as Big Mom entered, her sheer size making the ground quake. "What's this? A meeting of villains? Oh, this is gonna be fun!" she bellowed.
The next to arrive was Giovanni, his sharp eyes sweeping the room like a businessman evaluating his latest investment. He straightened his tie, already considering the potential benefits of such a gathering.
A blinding light filled the chamber as White Diamond emerged, standing tall and imposing. She regarded the others as though they were insignificant, a mere audience to her perfection.
Then came Amara, the First Darkness, her presence sending shivers through the room. Even the most fearless among them could feel the void of existence she carried with her.
Byakuran arrived with a smirk, his ever-present aura of madness and unpredictability turning the air electric. "Seventeen of us? How chaotic~" he mused, his eyes dancing with mischief.
A flash of ectoplasmic energy signaled the entrance of Vlad Masters, better known as Plasmius. His cape billowed as he floated forward, his mind already working through a thousand possible schemes.
Dr. Klipse stepped out next, the twisted scientist, his gaze sharp and calculating. "A study of villainy? Now this... this is worth my time."
The Professor from Huntik adjusted his gloves, a smirk tugging at his lips. "If we are here to create something powerful, then we must ensure it is the ultimate guide."
A guttural growl shook the chamber as Chaor, the warlord of fire, entered. Raw power radiated from his massive form, his burning eyes assessing the others as if measuring their worth.
Then came Zenoheld, the fallen emperor, his eyes filled with ruthless ambition. "If we are to share our knowledge, let it be a doctrine of conquest."
Takuto Tatsunagi appeared, his presence enigmatic, his knowledge vast. He spoke little, but the weight of his influence over fate itself could not be ignored.
The next to step forward was Paradox, the time-traveling enigma. "A book on villainy? Hah. The greatest villains do not need a guide... but perhaps I will entertain this."
Finally, Kronos entered, the Titan of Time himself, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He had already foreseen this gathering.
The Mysterious Invitation
Before them lay a massive, polished table with seventeen high-backed chairs, each seemingly tailored to fit the essence of its intended occupant.
At the center of the table sat a single notebook, bound in ancient leather, pulsing faintly with power.
Then, a voice, deep and omnipresent, filled the chamber—resonating in their very minds:
"You have been summoned for a singular purpose: to write a guide on villainy. A doctrine for those who would rise above morality and weakness. A tome that will shape the future of darkness itself."
The voice paused, the air thick with tension. Then it continued, colder this time.
"Sit. Write. Debate, if you must. But you will not leave until the book is complete."
Reactions & First Exchanges
A long silence followed. Some smirked. Some narrowed their eyes. None of them liked being commanded.
Voldemort was the first to speak, his voice a soft, dangerous whisper.
"And if we refuse?"
The notebook flipped open on its own, a quill materializing above the page. The voice returned, its tone laced with dark amusement.
"You won't."
A soft chuckle escaped Aizen, his expression unreadable.
"How intriguing. A stage has been set for us, and yet, we do not know the playwright. No matter. I suppose this could be... entertaining."
Big Mom grinned, baring her teeth.
"A book, huh? Well, I got plenty to teach these weaklings about power!"
Giovanni exhaled lightly, as if already weighing the risks and rewards.
"A written record of villainy... Information is power. This could be useful."
Orochimaru, ever the scholar, tapped a pale finger on the table.
"Knowledge is, after all, the foundation of transformation."
All for One exuded quiet authority, his masked face unreadable.
"Villainy is not just about power. It is about legacy. Let us begin."
White Diamond, who had watched the proceedings in silence, finally spoke, her voice echoing like an undeniable command.
"If we are to create something, it should be flawless. A guide to perfect villainy—one that ensures absolute control."
And Amara, the very embodiment of darkness, smiled.
The seventeen villains took their seats.
The air crackled with tension and ambition.
The quill hovered over the first blank page.
A single question remained:
"Where do we begin?"