Up in Heavven, the Chief God realized something. She, not including her Order, was the only major force fighting against the Demon Lord. All the other gods remained neutral or supported the demon herself.
Oh, how the Cheif God wished to put that trador and Demon in their places. But her injury, an ugly gash sewn happhazrdly, was evidence that she couldn't fight them safely. She was far too weak, which was why she resided in Heaven, promising her priests that she needed a little time to regenerate.
But the time never came. The Goddess was sure that she felt exactly as stronge was when the Demon Lord delt the near fatal blow.
She was permanatley crippled.
But, there was still hope.
The Cheif Goddess had just enough power to call for help. Maybe, throughout her universe, she could call upon new gods. She would indrotinate them rigerouls, so they would never, ever switch sides with Lililth. The playing filed would finally be equal.
Sending a silent prayer, ironic for a being like her, the Chief God calls for help.
Suddenly, four beings crash through her castle!
The Cheif Goddes examines the beings. Each wore very odd clothing, defintly foreingners, but nothing seemed godly about them. In fact, they just looked like a bunch of average humans in otherworldly clothing. The Goddess had no time to smite these uesless humans, because she fainted from exhastion.
She used too much power.
The last thing she could hear was a remark from the pink haired girl: "Nuts! Were in a crossover now!"