SIX MONTHS LATER...
Nishanth's new throne was a black hole desk that devoured paperwork.
"Invoice #666: Reality Maintenance Fee," Lilith slapped down a scroll. "Pay up or I repo Neptune."
Nishanth sighed. "Can't we just simplify—"
"DON'T SAY THAT WORD," hissed Zara from the shadows, her void-hand flickering. She'd taken to stealing concepts—yesterday, it was awkward silences.
Seraphina stormed in, armor scuffed. "Tabitha's unionized the dragons. They're picketing Heaven's gates for overtime hazard pay."
[ STATUS: COSMIC BALANCE SHEET - 73% CHAOS ]
In a derelict dimension, glowing origami cranes folded themselves into a familiar shape.
Mammon gasped awake in a body of shadow and origami, clutching a paperclip dagger.
"You owe me a world, Nishanth," she whispered, stabbing the ground. Void-tainted paperclips swarmed like locusts.
[ NEW THREAT: "THE PAPERCLIP PURGE" ]
[ GOAL: FOLD REALITY INTO EFFICIENT, ANGULAR NOTHINGNESS ]
