Goodbye, Wheels
At last for the dark cloud and the divine light, the four beings of painfully blinding white light had broken up the supermassive primordial gestalt with feminine characteristics into a host of significantly lesser puddles of black goo. The Darkness and God remained behind, however, as the four brothers moved on to help deal with the Leviathan combiner with masculine characteristics.
A being of pure white light that was not painfully blinding had appeared before the divine companions and performed the arduous work of imprisoning the many bits of black goo in one of the two non-corporeal realms he had created specifically for their type. Once the deed was done, the two from the future teleported instantaneously to catch up with the remaining melee.
Meanwhile, the four Wheels continued their harassment. In doing so, they had an additional objective besides drawing their target away from its mate: to push it, slowly but surely, into the other dimension of imprisonment.
"Now that we've caught up, Brother, why do I get the feeling that something hasn't gone according to plan? Why do I get the feeling that your granddaughters entered into a suicide pact behind the backs of their father and uncles?" blurted the older sister.
"Well perceived, Sis! Despite their best efforts, my sons had expected to take noticeably lesser time in completing their objectives," recalled the younger brother.
"They were supposed to jump in," he narrated, "well before the harassment moved close to the event horizon leading to the imprisonment of this combiner. Once on the very edge of that event horizon, only the four of them had the power to give the final push necessary to send the adversary into imprisonment on the other side."
"Somehow," he continued, "these young ones merely accepted the failure of their father and uncles, and prioritized Creation over themselves, hence their determination to push the combiner themselves."
"So why didn't you step in?" the confidante gave a rebuke.
"You saw how arduous sealing all those bits of black goo had been!" the confidant reminded her, "I was responsible for sealing the rifts into both dimensions!"
The time for tragic separation had come. The four Wheels made known their farewells to their shocked father and uncles, while fatefully crossing the event horizon along with their opponent.
"Goodbye, Wheels," the Darkness reciprocated, before breaking down emotionally right beside God.
Author's Note: The four Ophanim, or Wheels, will be back in a subsequent fanfic.