My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Somewhere in the center of the universe, a group of powerful figures was engaged in a an important conversation.

The room was vast and cold, carved from a single block of black crystal that swallowed all light.

Twelve figures sat around a long, circular table that floated above the ground, its surface showing the swirling image of the universe itself.

Each one was wrapped in heavy black robes, their faces hidden by hoods.

Yet, even with their appearances concealed, the air trembled from the sheer power they carried.

Every one of them was an SSS rank existence — beings capable of ending worlds.

They were the Keepers of the End.

The room was silent for a long while. The only sound came from the soft hum of the runes around them. Finally, one of the figures broke the silence.

"She's moving again." The voice was deep.

Across the table, another figure leaned forward. "You mean the Witch?"

"Yes. The void is unstable. The readings from the seals are shifting again. The last time that happened…"

A ripple of unease spread across the table.

"She's been quiet for eons," said a third figure.

"Even when the outer seals weakened, she never tried to break free. Why now?"

No one answered. For a group that claimed to know everything about the end of existence, silence was their most honest response.

One of the robed figures — smaller in build but with a voice that carried authority — spoke.

"Perhaps it's not her. The void has other disturbances. Stray gods, broken realms, unstable realities… it could be anything."

"You're wrong," said another. "Only she has that kind of malicious presence."

The smaller figure scoffed. "Then explain why the readings aren't consistent. If she truly moved, the void would be more chaotic. Everything would fall apart at once."

"Unless she's testing the seals," said another voice from the far end. "Like a prisoner rattling her cage to see if the guards are still awake."

The thought made the room colder.

They all turned toward the central projection on the table. It showed an image of a massive void — a swirling storm of black and violet, surrounded by chains that stretched across countless light-years.

At the center of that void was a faint flicker of light, beating slowly like a heart.

That light was her.

The Witch of Destruction.

Index.

"Maybe someone disturbed the seal from the outside," said one. "It wouldn't be the first time fools played with things beyond their reach."

"Impossible," another replied sharply. "The seals are layered across every dimension. Even a peak existence would die just by getting close."

"Unless that 'someone' was connected to her," said the first speaker again, more softly this time. "A descendant, perhaps. Or something she left behind to link herself to the current living universe."

Total Silence.

Finally, the eldest among them spoke.

"Then we must assume the worst."

The others fell silent again. The idea that the Witch of Destruction might be influencing the living universe, even from her prison, was not something they wanted to believe.

"Do you suggest we reinforce the seals?" one asked.

"It won't matter," said the elder. "If it's her will, it will find a way. We must locate the source first — whoever carries her essence."

"Then what?" another asked quietly.

"Then we erase them."

The finality in his tone made several of them shift uncomfortably.

"But what if they're innocent?" one of the younger Keepers asked. "What if this person has no idea what they're carrying?"

"Innocent?" The elder's voice hardened.

"There's no such thing when it comes to her. Every trace of that woman brings ruin. You know that."

The younger Keeper clenched their fist but said nothing.

Another voice joined in — a calm, feminine one.

"We're forgetting something. If her power has reappeared, it might also mean the she's now stronger."

"So what do we do?"

"We wait," said one.

"No," another interrupted. "We act. The void is shaking now. Waiting will only make it worse."

"And rushing in will make it worse still," the elder countered. "We don't even know who or what we're dealing with."

Silence again.

"If the Witch's influence has returned, it's only a matter of time before the void tears open. We must prepare a new seal — one strong enough to trap even her remnants."

"That would take more energy than any of us possess," someone argued.

"Then we gather more. Those Council of Pi owe us a favor."

Murmurs followed. The Council of Pi— a higher order of beings, even older than the Keepers. To ask them for help was to invite attention none of them wanted.

"It's too dangerous," another said. "The Council doesn't like being involved with our affairs."

"They won't have a choice," the woman replied firmly. "If the Witch escapes, no one will be safe — not them, not us, not the universe itself."

The elder sat back, his hood tilting slightly as if in thought.

"Then it's settled. We'll investigate and prepare for the worst. I'll also speak with the new leader of the Divine Realm. There are rumors she once used a spell to dive into the void itself."

The room fell silent. None of them liked her, but they couldn't deny her power or the influence she held. Confronting her directly would be reckless — especially now that even that giant snake stood on her side.

"Let's deal with her properly." The elder spoke.

"Let's do that." They all agreed.

Then, one by one, the Keepers vanished — their forms dissolving into shadows that slipped through rifts in space.

Only the elder and the woman remained.

"Do you think it's really her?" she asked quietly.

The elder looked down at the empty table.

"I don't know," he said. "But if it is… we're already too late."

The runes on the walls flickered — just once — as if something far away had heard their words.

And somewhere in the endless void, a faint cry echoed.

Soft.

Familiar.

And sweet.

"Let me out."

"I need to see him."

"I need to see my beloved"

"I need to see Asher."