The Olympian God of Destruction

by derpmaster9000

Pardoned from his initial erasure by the Omni-kings after his universe's defeat in the Tournament of Power, Beerus is sent off to the universe of Greek Mythology for a second chance at life. How will he fare, being reborn as a god in the wacky, and at times, downright absurd world of ancient Greek Myth? Only time will tell...

40. Chapter 40

AN: I'M BAAAACK~! AND I'M BETTER THAN EVER! BOTTLENEEECK! FOR MAKING THINGS BETTER, IT'S FAAAAACTS~!

Alright, and now that I've made both myself, and plenty of you undoubtedly cringe by reciting the first few lyrics of Eric Bischoff's theme from WWE, as if I'm the shit, in all seriousness, apologies this took so long, again. Between work, family, and other matters, along with this chapter growing to be much larger than even I anticipated, this ended up taking a whopping four months to come about, even with me working on it as much as I could, when I could, which is insane.

Not as insane as the actual length of this damn thing, though, which has totally got my brain fried(exaggeration, I know, but still) and is why I'm going to do something I don't think I've ever done before, and will probably never do again, which is a warning.

Feel free to try and read through this whole goliath, the longest chapter I've written, and will ever write, when it comes to fanfiction, in one go, if you want. However, for this massive yok, I would personally recommend reading it in parts, like one would do for a novel, as that's basically what this chapter is, in terms of length, at a mind-numbingly large 71K+ words!

Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. Give them a rub and re-read that, if you have to. That is the number of words this bad boy is totalling at, without any word from me, in author's notes like this, for me to keep my word, and have everything I said would be in this one, within this one.

I myself cannot believe it reached this Frankenstein length, but it happened, and it's finally done. So, hope you all like it, after such a long wait!

Now, without further ado, on with the chapter!

The Olympian God of Destruction:

Chapter 40: Aftermath VI

Atop Olympus… A short moment later…

The central hall was a mess.

That was the first thought that came to Beerus, as he, his mother and Styx came through the adjoining hallway between it and the path that led to his room.

The golden floor was cracked in places, cratered and smashed up in others. Nectar and ambrosia alike had been spilled aplenty, both across the table, which had been smashed in half, and the floor, with empty and near-empty bowls and goblets upturned. The bowls and goblets either laying on their side, or propped up at an angle by a wall, an unconscious body, or the broken-apart table itself. A sight that made the gourmet in him inwardly howl in dismay, at the waste of such fantastic food and drink.

There was also ichor that was dripped over certain sections of the floor and the walls, the latter of which alongside the ceiling, had gaping holes in them. The limp bodies of deities – exclusively male – halfway poking out from most, bent at awkward angles as either their legs, asses and genitals dangled downward, or their torsos did, showing off broken, bloodied faces that'd not healed from the damage inflicted on them, in the slightest.

Meanwhile, upon the table and the floor, amidst the spilt bowls and goblets of ambrosia and nectar, were the naked bodies of many more deities, both male and female, who were strewn about. Plenty alone, either laid out on either, hanging over a section of the table, including the broken halves, or sat limply against something, with their dopey, drunken faces turned down, with mouths hanging wide open, as though they were braindead.

Others, on the other hand, just as many, if not more, had contributed to a powerful stench that his nose had picked up above all else, before he'd even started seeing the aftermath of the other day, as he was right now. The stench of sweat, pheromones and bodily fluids all mixed into one, which could only arise from the partaking of one particular activity, which he saw that the naked gods and goddesses had been involved in, before falling unconscious.

Sex. And not just in one form, either. A cursory glance alone, around the large room revealed a plethora of different positions that the unconscious deities were in, as they lost consciousness, a few of which involved more than just two people. One Nymph in particular, the very one who'd been serving him his food and drink, sans what Demeter made, was tangled up at the centre of what looked to be a group of ten male deities, by the far wall, close to the palace's entrance. Her nude form, propped up against the body of one of the ten gods, caked from head-to-toe in ropes of semen, with her belly bulged obscenely far out below her cum-caked, C-cup breasts, while one dick, from the god behind her, was still buried inside of her gaped, goo-oozing pussy.

The horns, legs and hindquarters of a goat gave away that said god, who was still inside her, was Pan, even if his face couldn't be seen.

There was also, oddly, the scent of sweet and fresh milk of all things that tickled his senses. Someone must've brought in a divine variant, at some point, when he was too drunk to remember, as he could both smell and see it from the floor beyond the table, unspoilt and unrotten, despite laying on it for what must've been around half a day or more. A line where it'd been spilt travelling several metres from a spot around where Hades had sat, up to a sizeable puddle, before there were splatters of it all around said puddle, soaking much more of the floor on the opposite side of the table from them, even below that of the various bodies of the unconscious deities. Its aroma far greater than any other he'd ever smelled and then sampled in his prior life, comparable, in his opinion, to the potency of nectar.

Hmm… He'd have to ask about that later. Maybe get a taste from whoever brought it in, as well as an explanation from said deity, if they were responsible for spilling so much of it in such a fashion, as he found spilling such a superb-smelling milk on the floor so wastefully to be heinously criminal.

"As you can see, the other day got rather hectic, after a certain point." Styx was the first to speak, as the aftermath was surveyed.

"Hnn. That's definitely one way to put it." The destroyer remarked with a serene smile, unable to feel put off by the sight, or anxious about the full tale behind it all, that was soon to come, due to his mother's presence and touch, as her hand gripped his shoulder and pulsed her aura through him. An action which not only kept him completely calm, but also in an even greater state of eased bliss than when she'd used this power of hers on him, after he'd woke, ridding him of his previously self-induced negative emotions, just as he'd hoped they would.

Perhaps a little too well, though he refused to say, as his mind, soul and body – minus his still erect phallus – felt so relaxed and at ease, that it took an immense amount of willpower not to fall back into his mother of this world's body and go back to sleep. On the upside though, with his negative feelings gone, her presence did also stop his arousal from returning, at the sight of all the nude, shapely goddesses who were on their own, while unconscious, so that was good.

"It was already on its way there, but your curse really made things escalate to the next level, once everyone was exposed to each other." The Oceanid proceeded, as she raised herself in the air, and floated over the unconscious bodies of her fellow deities, so as to easily avoid accidently tripping over any of them, as she turned to him. "After it went active, the celebration went from what'd become a mostly drunken feast, to a drunken sex party, in a matter of moments. And following immediately after much of your own antics, it was all quite the sight to behold, let me tell you."

He'd bet it was.

"The smell comes on quite strong, doesn't it?" Rhea commented, as she felt her nose crease, from getting a whiff of the aroma in the air, from what'd essentially become an orgy. "Just look at them all… Not even your father's wildest celebration parties for taking down his and my father involved as much debauchery as this, and this is only what took place inside of here. Outside in the courtyard is just as bad."

"Indeed." The eldest daughter of Oceanus nodded. "As I said, things were already on their way to taking a more carnal path, with a lot of them, but your destruction of everyone's clothes really tipped the horniest of the lot over the edge, and got everything moving forward. Not even my sons were immune to the atmosphere, quite like their sister, Bia."

Styx let out a small laugh, as she looked to him. "Kratos and Zelus ended up following some goddesses who caught their eye outside, into the courtyard, for their own bit of 'fun'. Quite a few drunk gods even tried to get with me and my other daughter, Nike. Some attempting, rather shoddily, to flirt and seduce, while barely being able to string a sentence together, whereas others were… well, a bit more forceful in their approach."

The river goddess' smile turned sickly sweet, with a dark air to it that both Beerus and Rhea found impossible to miss. "Poor Nike, bless her heart, had no idea what was going on, by that point, as she herself was badly drunk by then, and off of only one goblet, too." She giggled, perhaps at how much of a lightweight her daughter was, though the dark edge to her atmosphere around her did not shift. "Knowing her as well as I do, though, Nike has little interest, currently, in such affairs, and I myself am much the same, so, I had those who were merely flirtatious put down gently for the both us both. Those who decided to test my patience, and attempt to force the issue… well…"

Her gaze shifted to several different points, which Beerus' gaze followed. 3 of which along the walls, where the bottoms of a dozen deities hung from their holes, and one in the ceiling, where four other unconscious bodies clung to, bottoms dangling down from holes that'd been made. "I did try to be gentle with them." She then looked back to him, and her lips curled further up, in dark amusement. "And to be fair, compared to what you did to the others who find themselves hanging from the walls and ceiling, I'd say I was."

I'm responsible for the others, huh? There were about sixteen more gods in other areas of both the ceiling and walls which fit for those not looked at by Styx, if he counted right. All of which had had his domain-infused wrath put upon them, evidenced by the fact that he could see the faces of a number of them whose faces were still broken. "And what did they do, to earn such action from me?"

"Much of them were part of a group that, in their drunken haze, were both brave and stupid enough to approach your sisters in the hopes of bedding them." Styx snorted. "Many male gods, I can tell you now, hold considerable attraction to your sisters, due to their impressive beauty, but only a handful were dumb enough, only while drunk, to attempt to flirt with them. None were even forceful, unlike some of mine and my daughter's, but that didn't stop you from getting aggressive with them, when you noticed them, and how they were drawing some of your sisters' attention away from you. Badly drunk or not, you appeared quite offended, by what they were attempting, I must say."

"For as inebriated as you were, you also moved quite fast, in disposing of them. Faster than I'd have ever thought you capable, given how bad you seemed to be, at that point." Rhea remarked, cringing as she recalled the scuffle, and looked over the aftermath herself, of those poor gods, whom had become much too intoxicated for their own good, and been brutally punished for their drunken actions, which they otherwise would not have even tried.

"As for the others…" Styx went on, seeing her cohort finish. "With the exception of one, they drew your drunken ire for trying to court my precious Bia." At that, she gave him an appreciative grin, which also held a suggestive tint to it. "I saw, and was about to intervene myself, to take care of them, but you ended up handling them before I could. Something I thank you for, even if you were a little too rough with them, though I'm sure my daughter will be thrilled to hear about your use of force to keep her for yourself."

Well, that along with the war for intimacy she'd briefly waged for him, which was also going to be equally embarrassing and frustrating for her to hear, but she'd get to that in a bit.

"I see." He nodded. Able to much better deal with such a teasing remark at the end, with his mother's assistance. Instead, his curiosity was the only thing that showed. "And what of the last, which you mentioned as an exception? What did he do?"

"Ah, him." Styx, upon this being the subject, brought a hand up to her lips to stifle a new giggle that launched, as she glanced up to the ceiling, near its centre, where the last victim of Beerus's drunken wrath hung from a hole, which had the least amount of ichor dripping down from it. "What happened with him is both humorous, looking back on it, as well as the most unjustified of the lot, at least, in my view, anyway."

"He took your goblet of nectar from you, after his latest had gone empty." Rhea revealed for Styx, with a shake of her head. "His speech was too badly slurred for anyone to understand him, so he was unable to ask for anymore, is my guess. So, instead, he dragged himself over the table, which he'd fallen down on, at some point, while trying to keep himself aloft in the air, and picked up the closest goblet he could find to drink from. And, unfortunately, that just so happened to be yours, my son."

"So, he stole my drink, did he?" Beerus' eyes narrowed, as they focused in on the limp body of the one who'd tried to commit such an action, feeling not a shred of pity or remorse for him. If anything, with him being sober now, committing theft on the god of destruction's beverage or food was arguably worse than anything he'd just heard about what he'd punished the other buffoons for. Especially given that nectar was easily the best drink he'd ever had.

In the destroyer's mind, at that very moment, this idiot absolutely deserved just as bad of a punishment as the others had received, at least.

And no, he did not care that he could've easily had a refill. Many of them, in fact, if he'd wanted, to make up for the lost nectar. That was still a divine liquid that had been his and was meant for either his mouth only, or whomever he exclusively and explicitly chose to give a taste to, if he felt like it! To take from him, without his permission, especially for something so indescribably delicious, like what he'd been served at the celebration, was a most foolish crime. One that the idiot hanging from this particular hole in the roof had justly paid the price for, as far as he was concerned.

"To be fair to him, he probably thought, in his drunken state, that it was another goblet which he'd been given, rather than someone else's." Rhea argued in the god's defence. "I'm certain that were he just a little less drunk, to where he was a little more aware of his surroundings, he would've never reached for it, in the first place."

Yes. And he was certain that he didn't care. The fool committed theft on the god of destruction, and to make matters worse, what he'd taken had been a goblet housing his new favourite drink. Drunk or not, for such stupidity, his fate for such an action was well earned, as far as Beerus was concerned.

"If only he'd picked someone else's drink to take, he might not have had to suffer through being smashed through the dining table and repeatedly into the floor, before being punched up through the roof." Styx shook her head in bemusement, before sending a wry grin Beerus' way. "Who'd have thought you'd end up being so territorial over what you dine on? I'd dare say you might've been more aggressive with him, than you were with the rest, when I think back on it."

Beerus almost allowed a chuckle at that, finding such words amusing, given how he'd always been when it came to good food and drink that was his, back in Universe 7. Him being 'territorial', as she'd put it, over that, was nothing new for him and he felt no shame or embarrassment in it, or being just vengeful, in his drunken state, over a part of his meal getting taken.

"There is more that happened after your curse was made active, of course, but I'll get to that in a moment. It'd be remiss of me to go through that without explaining what was going on beforehand with you, after all, especially what ended up leading to your curse going active, in the first place." She said with another small, rather amused laugh. And unbeknownst to him, as she did, an embarrassed blush briefly returned to Rhea's cheeks.

Beerus, unbothered by her tone, thanks to his mother's exceedingly useful aura, simply motioned for her to continue. "Go on."

"Gladly." She nodded, before motioning over to his mother behind him. "I'll start with what happened before your dearest mother graced us with her presence. Do you remember the Nymph whom you had serving you your ambrosia and nectar?"

Beerus' eyes once more, for a brief instant, floated over to the minor goddess caught between ten male gods, and the absolute state she was left in, with all of them unconscious.

"I do. What of her?" Was she about to reveal her current circumstance was his doing, or something? Because he was pretty sure, that even if heavily drunk, and she got on his nerves, somehow, ordering her to be the object of sexual gratification for Pan and a bunch of other deities he didn't know – and didn't care to know – the names of, just wasn't something he'd do.

"I don't know if what she said was true, or if she just said it thinking it would curry some favour with you, given how happy you looked in your drunken state, at the time, but as she was serving you your latest goblet and bowl of nectar and ambrosia, she ended up telling you that she was the one responsible for the change in the nectar, and its current effect on everyone." Styx revealed. "She said she did it to 'further liven your spirit', and that she was 'pleased' that you had seen fit to share her altered nectar with everyone else."

"She did, huh?" Beerus could believe that, as he did recall, before he became overcome by inebriation, he'd thought the one responsible for the shift in his nectar, had been either her, or Demeter. "And how did I respond to that?"

"Well, it was a slight bit difficult to make out, on account of how badly slurred your speech was, at that point, but you told her to, if I recall correctly, 'quit yapping', which I assume was you telling her to cease speaking, as I'd never heard the word 'yapping' before, and 'come closer'. She questioned why, but ultimately did as you asked, even leaning in, despite your younger sisters and my daughter's drunken protests of you giving some other goddess such attention, which I found adorable."

Styx giggled at the memory, before she then brought a hand up to her head, and grabbed the top, as if to visually demonstrate what happened next. "As soon as she did as you told her to, though, you then reached out and grabbed her by the head, and forcefully tipped it back as she let out a cry of surprise." She said, while pulling her own head back, probably with just as much force as he'd used on the Nymph. "Then, before she could say anything, you picked up the goblet she'd given you with your free hand, and tipped it over as you brought it to her lips, spilling plenty of its contents down her jaw and all along the front of her tunic, as you forcefully fed her the nectar that'd been meant for you."

Beerus blinked at that in mild surprise. He'd actually done that?

If it had been one of his sisters, he could easily see a drunk him sharing his drink like that, with one of them. He probably had, in fact, the other day, but just couldn't remember.

Willingly having another down a drink meant for him, who he couldn't even recall the name of? Yeah, that was certainly a bit out of character for him. Had he been sober – or well, much less drunk than he'd been, at that point – he likely would've just given her his thanks at most, for what she'd done, before going back to indulging in his food and drink with Hestia, Demeter, Hera and Bia.

Still though, that didn't sound too bad –

"And then came the part that took me completely by surprise. After forcing that drink on her, leaving her in a state of shock and quickly climbing inebriation, as I believe it was the first drink she'd actually had, at that time, you told her that she'd 'made a mess of herself', despite it being entirely your fault, and that she 'needed to be cleaned now'." Rhea's blush behind him intensified, as she knew where this was going, while Styx paused for a moment, a bit of pink coming over her own cheeks, as he brought a hand up to her lips, while she cleared her throat. "At first, I thought you were going to do what you did when Hestia's tunic was sullied by your younger sisters' antics, and use your power to erase the nectar that'd spilt out unto her tunic and body, but…"

Beerus' eyes narrowed. "But?"

Styx just met his gaze with a frankly baffled look to her. "Instead of using your destructive power, you chose to 'clean' her by… using your tongue…"

…What?

"You... took your time with it too, and got remarkably into it." She explained. "Matter of fact, outside of when you've fought or dined, I don't think I've ever seen you do something with such fervent drive. Had plenty of us who still had our usual wits about us, at the time, looking on in shock, not knowing what to make of it, as you ran your tongue over every conceivable part of her that had been doused by the spilt nectar. Her hands and arms, from the brief moment she tried to grab the goblet you were forcing on her, on instinct, the front of her tunic, especially around her breasts, her neck…"

Nngh… Guess even the behaviours I'd thought had left me, are still there in some capacity. My drunken ass, from the sounds of it, decided to groom her, like I used to do to myself, back in Universe 7. Except for licking the clothes. That one's new. Probably had a lot to do with how horny he'd been, during that time. Either way, even his mother's presence couldn't stop the cringe from making its way to his face this time, at this information.

And they were far from done yet, with his antics of last night.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone's face turn so red before, until that point." Styx went on. "Confusion, embarrassment, shock, and arousal, most definitely. You had her flowing through each one and everything in-between, the latter two especially, when your 'cleaning' of her went past her belly, and eventually reached down between her legs… at which point, you pulled her into your lap, just so you could… more efficiently 'clean' her other half." Styx cleared her throat against her hand again, the pinkish hue of her cheeks growing and becoming a little darker, at the recollection. "I feel as though now is as good a time as any to let you know, whenever you licked a part of her tunic… your tongue destroyed it on contact, as part of your 'cleaning'. In your drunken haze, you… ehem… saw her clothing as part of the 'mess' she'd made."

Beerus' eye twitched comically, as he cringed again, and were it not for Rhea, he knew his reaction would've been much worse. This was beginning to get more perverse by the second!

With the way this was going, he was beginning to wonder how in the world he hadn't had sex with anyone, when he was already pulling crap like this before he threw up that stupid curse.

"Throughout that entire time though, despite their own inebriation, this managed to get on the nerves of your younger sisters and my daughter, who took the scene as the nymph 'seducing' you." There was a snort at the very idea, which Beerus almost mirrored, given what'd actually happened. "Despite the glares and, admittedly, badly slurred warnings that almost sounded like complete nonsense, even to me, my little sister got rather bold, not long after you pulled her into your lap. No doubt spurred on by your… 'advances' on her." She continued to explain. "She grabbed your cheeks with her hands, and I'm not joking when I say this, she told you that her 'mouth needed cleaning too', before she took the opportunity to press her lips on yours."

Well, I'll give her this. That nymph is a cheeky little opportunist, if nothing else… Beerus thought, as he glanced back at the cum-covered minor goddess again, feeling a tiny bit of curiosity claw at him as to how she went from that, to her current position.

Not enough to ask, as he couldn't even remember her name, if she'd even given it in the first place, that was how little he cared about her. Still, he had to commend her, for trying to take advantage of the god of destruction, in that scenario. She had some guts, that was for sure, though it was clear her intended plan with him had gone awry.

"I'll be honest, with how you were, I thought you'd be into her doing that, and it seemed like you were, with how you allowed her to do that, and even got your tongues involved, much to the annoyance of your sisters and my daughter. To my surprise though, as well as those watching, who hadn't quite lost their usual mental faculties, when you separated from that kiss, she tried to say something, perhaps a flirt, or an invitation to go somewhere more private for better intimacy, I don't exactly know… because she quickly found that she didn't have a voice anymore. The words she tried to speak were as silent as a still wind, much to her shock, and those of us watching." Styx then looked at him with amusement returning, looking like she was trying to hold in a laugh at the situation, despite holding disbelief, still. "I'll never forget how the only thing you said, which I could barely make out, was that her 'mouth was clean now', before you went back to… ehem… 'cleaning' her body for her."

Beerus himself almost wanted to chuckle, at that point. That sounded like karma, if nothing else, for the nymph. The kind that wasn't even intentional as a punishment, on his part, as he got the feeling his drunk self was actually serious about thinking he'd 'cleaned' her mouth by doing that, believing that her voice itself was somehow a part of the mess made, which honestly just made it even funnier, even if it was embarrassing.

Still, though, he'd have to remedy the situation by restoring her voice, later...

As soon as she woke up and agreed to do him a favour, anyway. After all, she'd somewhat earned that unintentional punishment for her cheekiness with him, so he wasn't about to give it back to her for free. Perhaps her making him a stronger and tastier blend of that nectar she'd supposedly made and given, which was potent enough to badly inebriate him over time, would suffice.

Sure, it would likely get him drunk again, but if it meant drinking such a divine-tasting liquid, he was willing to put up with that. He could always setup something with his power to ensure the drunken him didn't get to go too wild with his behaviour on others, like he'd apparently done this time, anyway, so as to avoid further embarrassment. He wasn't sure what, given the drunken him was still well-capable of using his domain of destruction to rid himself of it, even on accident, but he was confident he'd think of something that would work.

"Once you had effectively rendered her front side naked, and held both of her legs up individually to lick all the way down to both of her feet, even going so far as to lick between her toes," Beerus went right back to cringing in a nanosecond, upon that piece of information, which he could've done without, being dropped on him by Oceanus' eldest daughter. "you then simply said her 'cleaning' was finished, before you then, without any warning, threw her off of you, sending her up and into those two goddesses your brother Poseidon had his eyes on, without a second thought. I'd imagine she was trying to scream in shock at this, given how wide her mouth was, but again, no sound came out, other than the one her body made as it hit those two, and sent all three crashing down just behind Poseidon."

"Ah. I vaguely recall those two he was ogling like an idiot." Beerus rubbed his chin. "I take it he didn't respond well to that?"

"No, he did not." She shook her head. "He wasn't dumb enough to get physical with you, but he did angrily yell at you for doing that."

Beerus shrugged uncaringly. "Unless he spouted something that I find insulting, you can skip over whatever he said, as I don't care."

"Don't care, do you? Well, I suppose that's fine in this case, given your drunken actions ultimately aided me in the end, anyway, so there isn't much to complain about." The instantly recognisable voice of Poseidon himself sounded off from just behind the destroyer and Rhea, who turned their heads to glance back at the god who'd appeared behind them, suddenly. The tiny, disappearing flecks of gold signifying his use of teleportation, which quickly explained to Beerus why he hadn't heard him coming, as the sea god's tunic gave off the slightest flutter.

The second youngest Olympian held quite the proud grin to him, as he then stepped forward, giving a nod of acknowledgement and respect to his mother, as well as Styx, before circling his arm around Beerus' shoulders. "Apologies if I interrupted what I presume is an explanation of your actions the other day, which appears to have led to this place being in quite the state." He whistled, taking a look out at the aftermath himself, with all the gods and goddesses strewn about, in just the central hall alone, before his eyes moved back to his brother. "I had simply been awake for the last few moments after quite a night spent in the company of Styx's wonderful sisters, felt your woken presence here, and decided to appear here, really quick, so I could thank you, dear brother of mine."

"Thank me?" Beerus blinked in confusion, though he didn't fail to notice what his younger sibling had mentioned about 'company', just now. "For what?"

"For showing me what I was missing in my approach, which caused my natural charm with the fairer sex to fall short, of course." Poseidon smirked and winked, and it took Beerus a moment to process what he, at first, thought was just pure idiocy coming from his little brother's mouth, hearing him talk about his 'charm' again, before his words fully clicked.

"Wait, how did I show anything?" The destroyer asked in further confusion, as he met Poseidon's gaze. "I don't recall demonstrating anything like that to you."

"You mean you really don't know?" Poseidon blinked in astonishment, before letting out a hearty laugh, as he partially threw his head back. "Oh, my word, brother! Our dear brother Hades couldn't be more right, every time he says that you truly are something else! The fact that you could do what you did during the feast so naturally, but then not even realize what it is that you did, when it's mentioned to you, is genuinely hysterical!"

What in the world is this buffoon even talking about? Beerus felt his eye twitch, despite Rhea's presence, in slight agitation at his younger sibling.

"Ah, well. I suppose it doesn't really matter if you don't get it. My gratitude towards you is still genuine, nonetheless." The tan-skinned god continued earnestly. His expression then turned curious. "But there is one thing that I must say, I am rather curious about. When I was shouting at you for throwing that Nymph into those other two, whom I ended up bedding, I recall you, in your drunken state, blowing me off and comparing me to someone else, for how annoying I was being. Some other god, I presume, who I've never heard of, whom you referred to as 'Champa', I believe."

Beerus was certain he would've stilled very briefly at the mention of his long-gone younger brother, from his past life, which his drunken ass had apparently name-dropped openly, had he been without Rhea, who managed to make completely maintaining his composure a very easy affair.

"Not that it's any of my business, of course, but who is this 'Champa', exactly? I was under the impression that I knew of everyone you've interacted with before, but that was the first time I've ever heard such a name – and quite the strange one, I might add – being brought up. Are they a god or goddess who joined our side for the war against our now destroyed father, perhaps? Maybe a lesser god I never bothered to interact with personally, but whom acted like myself enough to draw such a comparison?" Poseidon then leaned in with a cheeky grin. "Or maybe, if they are a goddess, were they perhaps trying to seduce you, at some point, whilst perhaps being near or fully naked, all while having a personality similar to my own, which is why you said I 'reminded' you of her?"

"Nngrk!..." Beerus almost gagged, and was sure he would've, without his mother's aid, at the mental imagery Poseidon had just unknowingly thrust upon him, of his out-of-shape brother trying to seduce him in some sort of skimpy bikini, in the guise of a woman, with his ugly mug. Something that was so retched, it almost made his erection invert itself completely into his body, out of nothing other than the sheer agony such an image caused to his mental and emotional health, and made him have to actively supress the urge to puke his divine guts out, as his face contorted comically into a grimace of epic proportions.

"Haha! Judging from the look on your face, I'd have to assume that whoever this 'Champa' is, is definitely a god, and not a goddess. Potentially a rather unsavoury-looking one too, if your reaction is any indication." Poseidon laughed at the misfortune he'd unintentionally caused Beerus, which just made the god of destruction have the overwhelming urge to uppercut him into the deep expanse of the heavens with all the strength he could muster, for how much it irritated him.

Without Rhea being here, he'd have probably already done it, too. A just punishment, given the mental scars such an image would leave, even after Beerus scrubbed it from his mind.

"Ah, well, whoever he is, I'll probably be properly introduced to him, at some point. If he truly is anything like me, I'm sure we'll get along well enough!" The tan-skinned deity said, as his laughter died down, though the wide, humoured smile remained, as he affectionately tightened his arm's hold around his brother's neck for a brief instant, as a soft glow they were all familiar with permeated over his body. "I would stay and chat with you a bit longer, but I'm afraid those pretty Nymphs I bedded will be awake in a matter of moments, and I'm eager for another round with them, so I'll leave you all to it."

Jabbing a playful finger towards both goddesses, Poseidon then slyly added, "Before I go though, you two be sure to stay safe around him, now! I may not have seen all that he did, such as what led to his curse, which has now been revoked, but I saw enough to know my brother has quite the scoundrel in him, especially when it comes to making use of that dastardly tongue of his, on those he believes need 'cleaning', as he put it." He chirped teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, before his body vanished just as fast as it had appeared, leaving yet more golden flecks behind to fade out of existence.

He never noticed the way his mother blushed brightly at what he'd said, as he left.

Meanwhile, Beerus' eye twitched irritably at his departure.

That bastard…

"More jovial than usual, that brother of yours." Styx idly commented with a wry grin, cheeks a little rosy still.

"More idiotic, I'd say." Beerus scoffed, letting his agitation slide away with his mother's aura, who unbeknownst to him, was blushing a little harder, after hearing her second youngest's closing remarks, as Beerus turned his attention back to the eldest Oceanid. "Seeing as that fool is gone, mind continuing where you left off?"

"Not at all. Though, fair warning, if you didn't like what you've heard so far, it only gets worse from there." Oceanus' eldest daughter told him. "For instance, my sister isn't the only one your, as Poseidon put it, 'dastardly tongue' gave a 'cleaning' to."

"Seriously?" Beerus groaned lowly, as he pinched his nose.

"Yes. Though, unlike with that sister of mine, you didn't remove anything from either of them during it. Well, outside of what they wore, anyway." Styx managed a very brief, cheeky-looking smile.

"Who, then?" He asked, already getting a bad feeling. "Was it to one of my sisters, or your daughter, perhaps?"

"Nope. None of them." Styx revealed without hesitation, getting a genuine look of surprise out of him. "Despite seeing what you did when you unintentionally doused my sister in nectar, barring maybe Hestia, they were all too drunk to put two and two together, and douse themselves, if they wanted such a thing from you, as well." And she knew for a fact, given how Demeter, Hera and her daughter, in particular, had whined about it, had certainly wanted that treatment.

Styx could only imagine how the youngest daughter of Rhea would react, if she was able to remember that, or was told about it. She got the feeling that, while sober, it'd be something she'd be mortifyingly embarrassed over, even if she did actually want to get intimate with him, though with the promise of marriage, of course. The goddess was just that prideful, at the end of the day, when she wasn't drunk out of her mind.

As for Hestia… well, she'd looked annoyed at what had been going on, and had made her disapproval known of what he was doing, but hadn't been as bothered as her younger sisters and her daughter had. Because apparently, she, in her drunken state, earnestly believed Beerus when he'd spoken of cleaning her, and didn't see it as him making any sort of sexual advance on her, in any way.

Admittedly, given how the interaction with her sister had ended, she might've had a bit of a point there. Even the kiss, as sexually-charged as it had been, had entirely been pushed by her younger sibling, with Beerus only going along with it, in the sense that he seemed to take her words seriously, when she said her mouth needed cleaning too, and had done so, removing her speech, in the process.

"But how is it then, that when I came back to my senses, the bed was stained and damp with nectar, and my, along with their bodies, had also clearly been doused in it, at some point?" Beerus couldn't help but point out in befuddlement, remembering the sensations of their bodies, after he'd awoken, which had only become clearer when his hangover had been removed by his mother.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged, while flashing him another amused grin. "You and them simply got nectar all over yourselves, when you were trying to feed each other your drinks, well after you put your curse up. And by that point, you were in such a bad way, that it was nothing short of astounding that any of you were still conscious. Especially you, Beerus, with the sheer amount you consumed. With that in-mind, you must've lacked the mental faculty to even have that bizarre idea of 'cleaning' them pop into your drunken mind. Which makes it all the more surprising you were even capable of thinking about getting up, by the end, and going to bed with them following you. I was sure you'd lose consciousness on your throne."

"I see…" Was all he could say, in response, as that information settled in.

With that added question out of the way, the Oceanid pushed that tidbit about Hestia's awareness of Beerus' character, even while drunk, to the side, and proceeded on with answering the destroyer's earlier quandary. "As for who you targeted with your antics after my little sister, well… that would actually be another one of my younger sisters. She happened to be doing a little dance above you, at the time, with nectar in hand, and spilled what remained of it unto herself when the goblet slipped out of her hand. The excess of it spilt down unto your head and grabbed your attention, as your sisters and my daughter had gone back to feeding you, and you them. You then mumbled something about 'another mess', when you saw her, and it didn't take long for you to rise out of your seat and float up to her, to start 'cleaning' her too. From the bottom-first, this time."

"Bottom-first?" Beerus' grimace said it all. "You're telling me I just went up and started licking her ass right away?"

"Her ass?" Styx blinked in confusion. Genuine confusion. "No. Why would you think that? I said you started bottom-first, as in, the bottom part of her body. You know, her feet?" She said, while pointing down at her own. "Gave them just as much of a thorough tongue-lashing as my other sister's, too. Toes and all."

Beerus legitimately face-palmed then. He'd tongued-down two different goddesses' feet, of all things, while making a fool of himself.

Sure, back in Universe 7, when he had his original body, he'd groomed himself before having a bath, which included licking his own feet, but even that only extended as far as the front part. He never licked at the bottom, where the soles were, and he certainly didn't lick over and between his toes. That would just be nasty, given the dirt or dust that could potentially be on them, even if they looked clean, which his sense of taste would've absolutely picked up on.

"You got cut off this time, though, before you could get rid of her whole tunic, like my other sister." She continued, giving him another amused smile, small as it was, when his hand dropped from his face. "Ironically, you made it up to where you thought I was saying you started, which was her ass, before Themis got involved."

Themis got involved? Beerus let out a lower groan, knowing her well enough to know what her reason most likely was, almost immediately, given how out of character he was no doubt being, in her eyes, while horrendously inebriated. "She tried to stop me, didn't she?"

"Oh, she did." She nodded with a snort. "Partially succeeded as well, because when she appeared next to you, placing a hand upon your shoulder and asked of you to stop such 'embarrassing behaviour', as she put it, saying that, drunk or not, you were 'better than this', while placing a hand on your shoulder, with a respectful and cautious tone, given she was fully aware of how drunk you were, you did listen to her, and cease your 'cleaning' of my other sister. And when you did, allowing my drunken and flusteredsister go, Themis took this as you somewhat returning to your senses, thanking you for 'seeing reason', before you cut her off. I believe you said something along the lines of, 'nobody orders the god of destruction around!' and that you will 'do as you please', before you… ahh…"

"Before I what?" Amber eyes narrowed once more, not liking the way she'd trailed off in the slightest, as another grimace settled over his already grimacing features, as his ears picked up the sound of a pair of footsteps behind him, which he chose to ignore. "Spit it out. What did I do? Did I start attacking her, or something?"

"You didn't attack me per say, in the sense of seeking to harm me, but you did threaten to destroy me for annoying you, before grabbing me by my arm and pointing your palm at my face, while your aura glowed." The familiar voice of Themis herself called out, making Beerus flinch awkwardly from the information, as well as her dry delivery, as his and his mother's heads turned for the second time in mere moments, to greet the arrival of another intruding deity into this conversation. Or, well, pair of deities, given that beside the almost blankly-staring figure of Themis, thankfully garbed in her usual tunic, as she came to a stop with a hand perched on her hip, was Theia, also garbed in her usual dress, whilst awkwardly rubbing her arm, looking like she wasn't sure she wanted to be here right now, but had nonetheless tagged along, anyway.

"I'll admit," The Titaness continued. "even drunk, and taken from your usual senses, I never would've expected you to threaten the annihilation of my existence over something like that. It naturally came as quite the shock to me, and I struggled with what to say back to you, at the time, given that utter destruction itself was staring me in the face, seemingly ready to cast me toward the same oblivion as my foul brother, Kronos."

And suddenly, Beerus was of the opinion that he'd rather be talking about what he chose to do with his tongue on select goddesses, again, as the atmosphere around them became instantly tense and mighty awkward, with the elder Titaness' words. All delivered with a tone that sounded far from impressed, which in this scenario, Beerus couldn't blame her for, if what she'd said was true, and he sure as hell didn't detect any lies from her.

"Of course, as you can see, given that I speak to you now, you never went through with such a thing." She pointed out the obvious, adding a 'thankfully' under her breath, which Beerus caught all the same, on account of his incredible hearing. "Instead, you told me not to 'bother you' again, before you pressed that very same palm you'd been pointing at me with into my face, and let go of my arm, as you shoved me away from you hard enough that, had I not gained control of myself, I'd have been sent flying straight out the palace's entrance, and well off Olympus itself." She stared at him none-too-pleased. "Sufficed to say, I didn't appreciate such treatment one bit, but I knew better at that point, than to try to confront you while you were in the state that you were, so I held my tongue for the rest of that day, from any further incident with you."

"Oh, good grief…" The purple-haired god ultimately sighed, catching no argument from Styx to what she claimed, which all but confirmed, beyond the lack of deceit he detected from her, that she was telling the truth. "You have my apologies for that. If I were as I am now, I wouldn't have done that to you." Not for something so minor from her, anyway. Had she been someone else, whom he didn't have respect for, and done something he found to be actually offensive, even if only slightly, then he likely would've, but he kept that part to himself.

"I believe you." She said in earnest, despite the look she gave him, as she approached, her stride stopping as soon as she was less than half a foot away from him, her lilac pools meeting his amber orbs with a stubborn resoluteness, as she gazed up at him, with arms folding by her waist. "And I'll forgive you for it, too, given the circumstance. However, I'd appreciate some compensation for such a transgression, regardless, such as you granting me another favour, to make up for it."

Another one? Seriously…? Beerus bit the inside of his mouth. Didn't he already owe her two favours, as it was? Now she was asking for a third, before she'd even revealed what the first two were?

Granted, given how big of a deal his destruction was, threatening her with it, even with the excuse of being drunk, over something that absolutely did not warrant it, to his sober mind, did give her a right to ask for what she had.

If there was one thing this goddess certainly was, most of the time, it was shrewd.

"Nngh… Fine." He begrudgingly agreed, not liking this one bit. "But, you'll have to reveal to me what it is, just like with the other two, when we're alone later. And it has to be something I can grant immediately, so as to get it over with quickly."

"That's fair." She nodded, now suddenly looking more pleased with herself, and Beerus could've sworn he saw a glimmer of something in her eyes, which he couldn't quite place, as her lips curled into a smile, and the more tense atmosphere vanished entirely. "Whenever you're ready then, just let me know. I'll have a room prepared for us, so it can lend us some privacy."

"Very well." He nodded, as he turned towards her fully. His mother's aura thankfully continuing its pumping into him, as his gaze then floated over her, and landed squarely on Theia. "And as for you, I presume you came to talk about that request of yours?"

"A-Ah… Yes. However, it would seem like I've come at a bad time…" She said somewhat sheepishly, a true far-cry once again, from the overly prideful Titaness she'd been throughout the war. "I'll just…"

"It's alright, sister. You can stay here with us and wait for Beerus to be filled in on his antics from the other day, which you bared witness to, just as much as I did. I'll let you ask of him what you want first." Themis cut in, being surprisingly generous to her once-enemy of a sibling, who flicked her eyes to her in surprise, as the Titaness of divine law and order turned to her with a somewhat sympathetic gaze. "I have a feeling I know what it is, after all. And if it is indeed what I think it is… well, it's best to get it out of the way as soon as possible."

Styx, as well as Rhea, both having a feeling they knew what her request would be as well, could only silently agree, as both knew the odds weren't great on Beerus accepting, once he was told what it was.

"…Okay then." She replied after a pause with a nod, looking nervous, as she felt their knowing gazes upon her, and could feel that they personally didn't think her odds were good, on getting what she asked for. And that made her quite concerned.

As far as Beerus could see, however, that didn't make her back down. Whatever it was, which he got the feeling, in that moment, he wasn't going to like hearing, she still had the guts to be willing to ask him it, regardless, so he'd give her some small props for that, at least.

"Well then, with that settled, guess I'll continue on." Styx spoke up again, bringing the attention back to her, as Beerus turned halfway back in her direction. "I'll be sure to quicken my retelling of the events, though, so that you can get on with your other business faster, Beerus. So, unless you feel like stopping me to elaborate on something, I'll just go on until I've run you through everything that I haven't already. Sound good?"

"You'll get no complaints from me." He replied, finding that reasonable, and preferable, at this point, as the other goddesses made no objection either.

"Right then." She nodded. "Carrying on from your interaction with Themis, a little later on, you got into a bit of a physical dispute with a god whose name I can't recall, off the top of my head. Ended up punching him right out of the palace, and potentially off of Olympus as well."

"I assume he annoyed me, at the time?" Beerus piped in questioningly, getting a hesitant bob from Styx' head in return.

"He did, though I have no idea how. One moment you were enjoying being fed by Demeter, the next, you'd hopped across the table with an angry look and smashed your fist into the god's face, as he stumbled by. He didn't even say anything to you, so I'm forced to assume you must've thought he looked at you funny, because that's all I can think of." She elaborated with a bemused expression, taking a small moment to glance back at the entrance that the poor, minor deity had been sent flying out of for a reason she couldn't even discern, but merely speculate, given how fast it'd happened.

Ah, a bit embarrassing, but still not nearly as bad as trying to groom goddesses using my tongue. The destroyer mentally shrugged at that, not nearly as taken aback by that piece of info, as his shenanigans prior.

"Following that, one of the dancing nymphs bumped into you by accident. She was one born from the forests that is the domain of Pan, if I recall right. Anyway, instead of reacting violently to her, you glanced at her, mumbled that she was 'cute', if I'm not mistaken, and then, for reasons I could not explain to you, started dancing with her and her fellow forest nymphs. Very poorly, mind you, and some may question if it could even be called dancing, on your end, but you did. All before Pan joined you and started... doing what he approximates as 'singing'." Suddenly, Styx' expression took on a ferocious grimace, as her beautiful face scrunched up and her body involuntarily shivered. A reaction which Beerus had never seen before from her, as he felt a very negative sentiment arise from both her, and the other goddesses around him, who also held a similar expression to hers. "How in my father's name Pan can call such discordant, agonizing noises and sounds 'singing' is beyond me."

"And what is beyond me, is the fact that you, Beerus, somehow found that good enough to compliment while dancing with alongside him and his domain's nymphs." Themis couldn't help but pipe in, right there, as she recalled that baffling scene, and how he'd seemed pleased by what, at best, the Titaness would refer to as horrendous wailing.

"Was his attempts at singing really that ba-"

"Yes." The four goddesses around him cut him off in unison, before he could finish that question, without a shred of hesitation on any of their parts, and a level of exasperation that took him aback.

"I may not have been there, at the time, my son, and I thank my mother that I wasn't, but I have had the displeasure of hearing Pan attempt to sing, on more than one occasion, and never have I ever heard something so horrible, in all my life." Rhea spoke up, garnering his brief attention, where he witnessed her openly quivering at the memories of her unfortunate run-ins with the rustic deity, which had involved his 'singing'. "Elpis knows, that I wish to never again have to hear such horrid sounds."

"Elpis?" Beerus quirked a brow, at the name he hadn't heard before.

"The goddess personifying hope. Not important right now." Themis revealed, while waving off the subject.

"What is, is how you found such deplorable sounds from Pan to be enjoyable, in your drunken state, which I will never understand." Styx shook in her head in near comical disbelief. "It was so bad, that everybody else in attendance, including the nymphs you'd started dancing with, within your palace's central hall, no matter their state of inebriation, held their ears in pain. Some even bled from them, despite their best efforts to block out that awful noise. It was horrible." The Oceanid shook her head again, this time in dismay, at all of their misfortune, as Themis, Theia and Rhea openly cringed in agreement, before she went on. "Made all the worse by you somehow liking it, and continuing to dance to it, alongside him, while the rest of us did what we could to block out the sound."

She then passed a glance behind her at the unconscious goat-legged god, mostly hidden by Beerus' first target of 'cleaning', with a ferocious glare, before turning back and focusing that glare at him, looking quite miffed. "You didn't even have the courtesy to get him to stop, when you noticed the nymphs were no longer dancing with you or him. Instead, you just kept dancing around them with him at your side, forcing them to move with you for a time, as he did the same, and it wasn't until you looked over at the table, and made to invite your sisters, and presumably my daughter, and saw them clutching their ears in pain too, that you finally got him to stop such torture, by telling him to shut up. The one time it'd have been preferable for you to curse someone with the destruction of something, and you chose to let him off without so much as a slap on the wrist…"

"Alright, alright! I get it, already. Enough!" Beerus grunted with a bit more aggression, while sticking his hand out, telling her to cut it out. She had him with the part about his sisters. Hestia, especially. Even if it had been something he had enjoyed, while inebriated, anything that caused his favourite sister pain, on his end, even indirectly, had him feeling foul, like nothing else could. "I was drunk and out of my mind. We've established this. I made bad choices. I can see that. If it makes you feel any better, I could curse him now, with the destruction of his voice, every time he tries to sing again. Wouldn't be any skin off my back."

In no less than an attosecond, practically creating a whiplash effect for Beerus with how quick it happened, Styx' unpleasant expression shifted into one of a hopeful, relieved and joyous beam, as she was suddenly mere inches away from him, hands on her bosom, as though ready to accept the most amazing gift she'd ever received. The sudden closeness and shift in expression being enough for the destroyer to instinctively pull his head with a frown. "Oh, you would? That would be wonderful! You would more than-"

"No. We're not doing that to Pan, Styx." Rhea deadpanned, seeing the Oceanid's more spiteful side colour her view, once again. "I despise his singing as much as you do, we all do, but there should be better ways to handle it than doing something like that to him, especially given his contributions as an ally to the war effort. It would just be too cruel to treat him like that."

Seriously, where was the more compassionate side of her brother's daughter? It hadn't been that long ago, in the grand scheme of things, that she'd felt bad over the amount of beings killed by Hyperion, thanks to her and Beerus moving through forests during his pursuit of them, resulting in them being eradicated. She'd even mentioned it to her, in private, after returning from that little adventure with her son, bringing the Hekatonkheires and Cyclopes back with them, and how she felt the need to apologize to Pan for that whole mess, at some point.

"What would be cruel, Rhea, is having to ever listen to that horrendous series of noises that fling forth from his lips ever again." Styx countered, now throwing her glare Rhea's way, an ugly look dominating her face with how she scowled, though only for a short moment, before her gaze went back to Beerus, and her beaming expression returned. This time with the addition of fluttering eyelashes clearly meant to give a more seductive edge. "Ignore your mother, Beerus. Sometimes, alas, she's too kind for her own good. As I was saying, you would more than make up for what we all had to put with, the other day, if you were to thrust such a curse as that upon Pan. Though if you need a bit more incentive, if you do this for me, I might just be willing to momentarily disregard my plan for abstinence, when it comes to engaging in more… passionate acts, shall we say~!"

"Erngh!..." Beerus grunted and clenched his jaw, as her eyes stared into his, with him struggling to find a hint of a lie in the about-face she'd just pulled. And he'd certainly be lying, if he said that such an offer wasn't even a little tempting, especially seeing as she was offering it, like that. He wouldn't doubt she'd certainly make for a hell of a first time, for his new body, based on how much he'd gotten a read on her, since they'd met.

"Styx, why must you be so shameless, now of all times?" Rhea groaned, while Themis snorted, and Theia remained silent, the latter inwardly not all that surprised by what Styx was pushing, though that was entirely down to her own bias against her. "You're better than this. I mean, honestly, trying to seduce my son, even after what you claimed to him earlier, in earnest, just so he'll curse Pan's singing away for you?"

"If I were you, Rhea, I wouldn't be talking about others being 'shameless', given what happened with you and Beerus, not long after you arrived to the celebration." Styx sniped back with a pointed look.

That one sentence alone, was enough to have the mother of the Olympians' cheeks burning the fiercest shade of red yet in embarrassment, with a squirming expression of outrage boiling through, while Beerus himself stilled like a statue. His expression becoming almost comically wooden, as he processed those words, and felt his stomach drop, all of a sudden, despite Rhea's power still surging through him, to keep him relaxed and calm.

"…Oi." Beerus started uncomfortably, mind whirring, as his head slowly, mechanically turned in Rhea's direction, as said Titaness met his gaze, before almost immediately averting hers from him, and that didn't help the destroyer any, in the slightest. "What is she talking about…?" He asked her, before soon seeing his mother of this world was much too embarrassed to answer, which only made his sudden, sinking feeling from Styx' words worse, as he turned to the latter in much the same way he had his only existing parent. "What are you talking about…?"

Styx seemed to come out of her more spite-fuelled phase, at his reaction to what she said, as a wince came over her then, just as it did Themis and even Theia, whom had both witnessed and remembered what the river goddess was referring to, as well, as their cheeks tinted slightly pink. "Ah. Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get into what happened when Rhea got here. Not much else happened anyways, outside of what I've already mentioned." She paused to think, before waving her hand almost dismissively. "Well, besides you randomly deciding to begin your next bizarre behaviour, which you'd do a lot of throughout the rest of the celebration past this, when you sniffed the backside of each of the nymphs you danced with, and then purred at each of them, before soon sniffing out a few male gods' behinds as well, who happened to pass you by, and then proceeding to snarl at and beat them up for no discernible reason. All before tossing them too, off of Olympus."

Wait a minute, he'd done what now!?

"Moving along…" She remarked, as she did just that, not even giving Beerus the time to process the nugget she'd just dropped on him, when it came to his wayward nose, and nor did she acknowledge the bug-eyed stare and slackened jaw he gave her for it. "The celebration wasn't even halfway done, by the time Rhea arrived, looking to congratulate you and the rest of her children on winning the war, as well as to show her gratitude for what you, specifically, had done, Beerus."

"You were… unfortunately not in a good enough state of mind to really process my words, when I did." Rhea almost whispered, her current embarrassment giving way to a shyness not commonly seen from her, as she managed to force his gaze back towards Beerus, though still avoided eye-contact. "I tried to give you my sincerest thanks and appreciation for not only ridding this world of Kronos, but also going out of your way to remove the wound he dealt me with his scythe, as I could feel your power coming over me to destroy what would've otherwise been a permanent, agonizing injury upon my very existence. And for a moment, as I hugged you, it seemed as though you understood, as you even reciprocated by hugging back, but…"

"But then your drunk self ruined what would've otherwise been a wholesome moment, when you started sniffing her, just like the aforementioned others before her. First by her neck and hair, and then you hunkered down the instant she let go of you, and did the same for her butt, as well. Especially her butt." Beerus looked ready to choke, at that, but Styx wasn't done. "You then spouted something along the lines of her having 'brought some comfy pillows' for you to 'enjoy', and proceeded to bury and rub your face against them while holding unto her. And before you might ask out of desperation, hoping for it to not be what you think it is, yes, I'm indeed referring to the 'pillows'," She remarked using air quotes, while unsubtly motioning her eyes toward Rhea's bosom, as said goddess' expression became further embarrassed. "which she has jutting out from her chest. And all that was tame compared to what you would end up doing next, with her."

"Ghgh!..." Beerus made what almost sounded like a strangled sound, as his face comically scrunched up, at her words, with dread, whilst his hands started grasping for something near him that wasn't there. Meanwhile, Rhea subconsciously squirmed, knowing what came next.

"It took a little while, of which, by that point, both Poseidon and Zeus had taken their leave with my sisters, but the moment came, when Rhea politely suggested, whilst standing by your side at the table, to perhaps tone it down with your consumption of nectar, as she could tell it was only making you worse, the more you drank. Her mistake, of course, was in placing her hand over your goblet while doing so." She eyed him in a knowing way. "What happened next, given your prior drunken behaviour, was quite predictable, and any warning given, came too late. You immediately got physical with her, to make her back off."

"Couldn't she have just used her power on me, like she is now?" Beerus asked, shooting Rhea a look of bafflement, knowing from first-hand experience right now, just how potent her power could be, even in just her base state, like this. "It would've been way easier for you, surely, and with how good it feels, I certainly wouldn't have complained. You would've calmed me down and removed my drunkenness all at once!"

"I-I did use it…" Rhea stuttered out lowly, catching him off-guard, as she still refused to meet his eyes again. "It just… didn't work on you then, no matter my efforts…"

Didn't work? How was that the case? It had worked on him just fine earlier, after he'd woken up, so what made the situation with a drunk Beerus any different?

"I-I could feel it, whenever I tried. You were… subconsciously destroying any hold my power attempted to have over you, as you... ah…" The mother of seven trailed off, not quite able to summon the words that Styx, bless and curse her existence simultaneously, was able to in her stead.

"Had your way with her, no matter her protests." The Oceanid just came out and revealed it as bluntly as possible, making Beerus lock up again, as his face twisted into a cartoonish expression of horror, as his eyes bulged almost completely out of their sockets, and his jaw nearly hit the floor, as another, more potent, strangled noise flew through his throat. His skin paling over considerably from shock, whilst Rhea's cheeks exploded with their reddest shade yet.

"I-I… I what!?" He screamed in shock through the sounds of himself choking on air, his voice reverberating throughout the entire central hall, at the very least, and most likely throughout all of Olympus' peak, coaxing numerous groans from the unconscious inhabitants, who thankfully, did not wake.

"Could you seriously not have phrased that better, Styx?" Themis grumbled, ears ringing a small bit, as she winced from Beerus' loud voice.

Theia nodded in agreement, feeling a similar ringing in her ears, as her face also winced. "I agree. What he did to her against her wishes wasn't good, by any stretch, but you've definitely got him thinking something worse than what actually happened."

"Alright. To be clear…" Styx raised her own voice, not only from her fellow goddesses' words, but also from seeing the overwhelming – and admittedly somewhat hilarious, though she'd never say that out loud – alarm on Beerus' face at them, quickly realizing what way he most likely took her words, and chose to amend herself swiftly. "When I say that, I don't mean you forcefully had sex with her against her will. That didn't happen."

Immediately, a great deal of tension was lifted from Beerus' body, as it slackened in relief, knowing that his 'first time', as it were, with this body of his, didn't come as a result of a drunken him assaulting his own mother. Their relation being a technicality, due to lack of DNA to bind them be damned to hell and back. Such a reality would've been downright gross, as far as he was concerned.

That would've been a screw up so bad, not even Whis would've dared bring it up to tease him, like he had for many other faults of his, as it would've been too low, even by the angel's standards.

There were exceptionally few things, given how long he'd lived, and what he did when awake, that could have made him feel genuine shame and regret, no matter at what point in his timeline it was, since he'd grown into an adult, let alone when he'd become a GOD, and the list had shortened further.

Raping his own mother – related biologically or not, due to this world's weird as hell physiology for them – in a drunken rage, would definitely be around the top of that small list.

"What did happen, was you getting rather upset at her, at first, for trying to stop you from drinking more, of course, as you then used both your hands to shove her away. Unlike Themis, she wasn't able to halt her momentum in time, and thus, she was smashed into the wall you'd pushed her towards, creating that hole over there." She jutted her thumb toward the wall on the far side to his right, which he was quick to take note of the fact, that there was some lingering nectar splashed over the floor in its direction, terminating at the hole itself. "The thing is, when you pushed her, she was still holding on to the top of your drink, and thus, she went flying with it. Rather unfortunately for her, she only let go of it when she crashed, causing the whole goblet to splash all over her as soon as she went through the wall, completely dousing her from head-to-toe in its contents."

Beerus cringed yet again.

Oh, he knew exactly where this was going, now…

"Judging from your expression, you've got an idea of where this is going. Rhea 'made a mess of herself', as I'm sure your drunk self believed, and so, you took it upon yourself to get up, go towards her downed form, and just as she was reorienting herself from the unexpected shove, you grabbed and picked her up before she could reach her feet, and started 'cleaning' her, just like you did my sisters."

Themis then chimed in. "I recall that that's when Hades finally decided to step in and made his way over there too, to try and help your mother calm you down, as well as stop you from 'cleaning' her, when she clearly did not want what you were doing. Evidenced by her trying to get you off of her, as you licked and destroyed her tunic, telling you to stop, before dematerializing out of your grip."

Hades had gotten involved, too? Oh, crap, had he-

"When his words alone didn't get through to you, as you ignored him and chased Rhea down, before you could latch onto her and start trying to 'clean' her again, Hades summoned some shadows to keep you held in place." Styx shook her head, as if to say such an act was pointless. "Hades then appeared next to you, and tried to talk you down, with Rhea helping as much as she could. Once again, like with Themis there, it seemed like you were listening, but that didn't last long."

"A-As soon as you saw me reform the lost parts of my tunic, you became angered for some reason, and then very quickly broke free from your younger brother's shadows. You then cast your magic upon him, which made him still in place like stone, before grabbing on to me again, before I could get away." Beerus' attention went back fully to Rhea, as she spoke. Her voice low, barely audible to the other goddesses around them, but were perfectly clear to his enhanced hearing, as she stared down at the floor, with fiery-red cheeks. Yet still, she never lost her hold on him, either physically or through her constantly surging power, which was commendable, if nothing else.

"I-I tried to materialize myself away from you again, while pleading with you to cease such behaviour, which was most unlike you, but I couldn't. Your power stopped me from being able to dematerialize, as you held me by my wrists, and started licking me again, starting with my face, this time." Rhea's words brought another choking sound out of Beerus, as she brought her free hand up to the cheek. It was almost as if she could still feel the sensation of his tongue on it, just as she had the rest of her, that'd been touched by it.

She shivered from the memory. It'd felt so weird. So wrong… Her body had felt like it was on fire, with how embarrassed she'd been.

And yet, even more bizarrely still, it'd felt strangely pleasant at the same time, which just left her feeling all the more unsettled, and all before he began doing that next…

Gulping down something in her throat, her free arm subconsciously circled around her bosom, once more, as she went on. Neither Styx or Themis making any attempt to intercept, now that she was the one speaking about it.

"Y-You made it down to my chest, and did enough to have one of my breasts fully exposed, before I took a chance, and found myself able to use shapeshifting still, and got away from you in the form of a bird. I then reformed into my normal self, with my tunic fully reformed again, when I was a good distance away, and continued trying to talk you down, while also trying to use my power on you. Neither worked, and were a mistake, on my end, as you refused to listen, and simply came at me again. This time, even without touching me, removing my ability to shapeshift, too, before you grabbed me again, and… had that tongue of yours all over my bosom." She recounted, face enflamed with colour, as the part that came next flashed through her mind, and had her hugging her arm tighter into her breasts, squishing and forcing them to bulge out around her limb, as much as they could, within her tunic.

"I-It wasn't long before my other breast was exposed, because of your tongue… And rather shamefully, it reacted to your tongue's course, as it passed by my teat, this time…" The Titaness refrained from mentioning how engorged both her nipples had been, by that point, much to her chagrin, due to his antics. "Ah… A dribble of my milk flowed of its own accord, then, catching your attention, and whilst I struggled against you… your tongue came back and… well, scooped it up for a taste…"

Rhea went dead silent then, face burning hotter than ever, as her power's hold waned somewhat, whilst Beerus' complexion was near chalk-white, for a brief moment, as he instantly got the sense that he knew where this was going, and wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.

Seeing that her friend had stalled, Styx decided to give her a break, and intervened to take her place once again, with explaining what happened, as she cleared her throat. The goddess stuck between feeling a slight bit of amusement over the sheer absurdity of the situation, as well as tempering her own bit of second-hand embarrassment, at Rhea's predicament.

"Evidently," She went on. "You must've… quite enjoyed that taste, because no sooner did you swallow, did a moan escape you, and your lips seal themselves over her exposed nipple, suckling it with such vigour..." She couldn't help her darkening blush, and neither could Themis or Theia, at the recollection of just how intense he'd appeared, while doing it. "Before long, you even grabbed her breast and started squeezing it just to make even more of her milk come out…"

Deliberately, for Rhea's sake, now that the spiteful side of her was pushed away, she omitted how the 1st generation Titaness had squealed and made several other… less than wholesome noises, as her red face contorted with a series of emotions, at having Beerus breastfeed on her, in such an aggressive fashion.

Styx proceeded to clear her throat again, solely for herself, this time, as she continued. "You managed to… gulp down a good few mouthfuls of her breastmilk before your mother reacted, blindsiding you while you were… ahh… distracted, shall we say, with a knee to the gut, as hard as she could throw it. It didn't seem to have much effect, but it did startle you enough for your other hand to release her arm, and for your lips and teeth to part enough for her nipple to escape, before she slammed her forearm into the side of your head, making you stumble a little, as she swiftly backed away from you, before hugging her chest as she does now... even as her breastmilk continued to spew."

Styx coughed into her fist, staving off her own awkwardness attempting to rise, knowing this last bit would be the worst for Beerus to hear, and the worst for Rhea to recall. "After getting herself what she believed to be a good distance away, Rhea reformed her tunic one final time, while trying to stem the flow of her milk, but could not. However hard your mouth had sucked and bit upon it, the flow was too strong for her to halt, only lessen, as it soaked through her tunic. I don't even think the drunk you knew it was her at that point, or just what you were doing, as you became angry, both at the milk spilling on the floor, and how she was making an 'even bigger mess' of herself than before, to quote you as best I can. You then said something about having had 'enough' of her 'messy' tunic, before your magic pulsed outward, as she tried one final time to reason with you."

She placed a hand upon her own chest then, letting her palm and fingers rub over the silky-smooth fabric of her clothing. "And then, before any of us knew it, your curse was made active, and all that we wore was obliterated, and those of us not completely felled mentally to the nectar found ourselves incapable of forming anything to cover ourselves from then on, until moments ago, when you removed what you cast upon us all, including yourself."

Beerus was beyond speechless by this point, and knew he'd have been far worse off without Rhea's power flooding him. Said Titaness being who he found himself unable to not stare at with some of the widest eyes of his entire existence, as his paled skin made Hades' look dark by comparison, directly in contrast to the beat-red features of his mother of this world.

He'd cast his curse… upon himself and the whole Universe… because of her…? Because he'd been angry at his own mother attempting to cover herself up, after he'd repeatedly tried to 'clean' her, had exposed her chest, and then caused her breast to lactate uncontrollably?

That scent… That wonderful aroma of milk he'd smelt on the floor, and could still smell wafting into his nose… had come from her, after he'd basically molested her…

"Rhea, like myself, and effectively everyone else, regardless of their inebriated state, was understandably shocked by this turn of events, and that left her open and vulnerable for you to appear before her, one last time. You gave her no time to jump back, and subconsciously, you must've used more of your power, as you easily pulled her drenched arm away from her breasts, both wettened from her milk, and clamped your mouth down on her pouring bud once again, sucking down all that released in greater and greater quantity, as you coaxed more out. All the while, your hands found both of her boobs, mauling them mercilessly with your fingers, cupping and squishing them deep into your palms, and had her other breast become just as much a fountain for the rich milk she harboured, as its twin."

She then motioned with a hand behind her, as if she needed to, at all the milk spilt on the floor, to join the nectar, sweat, ichor, and so forth, from the other day. "As you must've seen, this doused the floor quite considerably, as she tried and failed to get away from you. This time, however, she couldn't shake you. You remained attached to her, no matter where her body shifted, and no matter her squirms and struggles, even as she got desperate and apologized, before repeatedly striking you, even in the groin, to no avail."

She shook her head, before refocusing her gaze upon the paled and gobsmacked destroyer. "All she could do was cry out in distress," And what sounded like shameful pleasure, but Styx purposefully neglected to mention that part. "as you soon shoved her against the table, essentially forced her unto her back, as you leaned over her, and then took both her teats into your maw, and began siphoning all that gushed forth, while squeezing her breasts as hard as you could in your hands. Enough that I'm sure it would've caused some terrible pain and bruising, in any other situation, but your power seemed to prevent that. A small mercy, I suppose, given what your power would've otherwise done, and what you were doing to her, at the time."

"I… I eventually stopped resisting you, after realizing it was useless. I couldn't even ascend into my True Divine Form, when I attempted it, as you had that blocked as well, while on top of me..." Rhea recounted, voice at its lowest whisper yet from her embarrassment. "A-All I could do… was resign myself with discontent to your whims, as you gulped down everything you could, from my breasts… and your…" She paused and gulped to collect herself, lest the memory alone have her faint, just as his unannounced appearance naked in front of her on Crete had, over a year ago. "Your cock grazed and kissed betwixt my legs, seemingly ready to… penetrate me…"

If it hadn't been for it being revealed to him earlier, that he hadn't engaged in sex with anyone, that last bit would've had him worried. As things stood now, all he felt, was simply embarrassment over what he'd done, while heavily under the influence of what was essentially alcohol.

"Of course, as explained to you earlier, you did not commit to such activity. Another small mercy for Rhea, I suppose." It was a small mercy for him as well, but Beerus couldn't be bothered to correct Styx, as she continued on with his antics. "What you did commit to, however, was after sucking her near completely dry – and I don't even want to imagine just how much of her milk you did drink, given how heavily your neck bulged with every gulp – as though treating it the same as you had the nectar between yourself, my daughter and my sisters, you kept the last mouthful from her then dribbling teats, as you pulled your mouth away, leaned up, and then planted your lips on hers. Feeding her own milk to her, much to her surprise, as you kissed her. Sloppily, but passionately, I might add."

He wished she hadn't added that last part. And his face said it as much as he thought it.

"Then, after you'd forced her to swallow, and removed yourself from the kiss, you finished what you'd started before, in 'cleaning' her with your tongue." Oh, for heaven's sake, they were back to this again!? "You lapped up the stray streams of milk that still ebbed from the breasts held and squeezed in your hands, as well as what'd soaked her arm, and then eventually, down the rest of her body, from the front, which had also been doused with her fluid. From the breasts you held in your grip, to the remainder of her torso, to her legs, which you held up, and then to each of her feet and toes…" She paused, and Beerus, ready to croak again, dared to think she was finished with speaking of how he'd violated Rhea with his antics.

Sadly, as if fate was once again laughing at him, Styx had one final gut punch to deliver, when it pertained to what the drunk him had done to the Titaness.

"At the very end of your… ehem… 'cleaning' session, you held your mother's legs open, and having already made her resign herself, knowing she could do nothing to stop you, you brought your lips and tongue toward the very place you and your siblings had once been birthed from. And without hesitation or consciousness of what you were really doing, you-"

"S-S-Styx! Th-That's enough! Buh-Beerus has heard enough… I've heard enough...! Th-There's no need to go into any more detail about this…!" Rhea squawked loudly, knowing what her friend was about to say, as steam launched from her ears, her abashed expression intensified to its zenith, and she subconsciously crossed her legs, while barely resisting the urge to pull her hand away from her son, and slap it protectively, on instinct, over her groin. Something which would've lessened her hold over Beerus even more, as without delay, she put the fullest extent of her power behind flooding him with her aura, straining herself to the limits of what her base state would allow, and perhaps even beyond, while considering transforming into her True Divine Form for good measure. Something which she was on the cusp of entering, at that very moment.

The effect was immediate, with much of Beerus' contorted, cringing, wincing, strangled expression dissipating under the sheer force with which she imposed calm, comfort, relief and ease upon him, which he made no attempt to resist. Even the colour of skin returning, as he sagged in her grip, almost dropping to his knees, as he welcomed what she administered.

He needed it now, more than ever, as he didn't require Styx to finish, to know what she'd been about to say. Finding out he'd not only 'cleaned' the front of his mother of this world's body with his tongue, as well as sucked and drank from her tits, but had also gone as far as dining himself on her sacred garden…

By Zeno's robes, he may as well have done every last bit of damn foreplay he could with her, without getting into the act of coitus itself. He may not have entered her with his dick, but it sure as shit seemed like his tongue had! And that was almost as bad-

Beerus stilled, not just physically, but mentally this time, as something unexpected occurred.

Memories. Memories he couldn't previously recall, began to surface, as though the white void that'd covered them was being lifted.

No. That was precisely what was happening! It was Rhea's power, pushed to the brink, just before ascendancy. It was causing his mind in every facet to relax to such a degree, that the block his mind had, due to the overabundance of what had essentially been divine alcohol, which would've otherwise kept him from ever recalling what lay beyond it, eased away.

It all came flooding back then. Everything he'd done and what'd happened, beyond the point where he'd drunk too much to recall, like a tidal wave over him. Something made bearable and not headache inducing, thanks to Rhea, but that didn't stop a groan from leaving him, as he saw, from his own perspective the other day, everything that Styx, his mother and Themis had mentioned him getting up to, and beyond, in vivid detail.

He saw and remembered all the sensations of each act he'd committed, from his drunken self's tongue first running over the body of the goddess who'd served him his nectar and ambrosia, all the way to his antics with his mother. From the tang of her supple flesh, to the sublime taste of her milk that he sucked through her breasts as hard as he could, which arguably tasted slightly better, somehow, than any of the goblets of nectar he'd consumed,with him downing what felt like enough to fill a galaxy into the blackhole that was his stomach. And then, much as he really didn't want to see or remember the sensation, the taste of her nether regions. Her sacred garden being unashamedly explored with his mouth and tongue, initially to solely finish off the 'cleaning' of her.

Her juices had tasted remarkably rich, he recalled distinctly now, like its own kind of nectar, and the more they ran, the more aggressive his tongue and mouth became, in producing more of it from her, as he started seeing it more as another type of 'drink' to have. A 'drink' that was comparable to her breastmilk in its heavenly tang. And with the sounds she'd made as he basically ate her out with increasing gusto, much to his now climbing embarrassment, despite Rhea's aura blasting through him, the scene was all but burned into his memory forever, whether he liked it or not. The higher-pitched scream she'd made after she… well, climaxed from his ministrations, leaving her quivering as she washed his mouth down with a torrent of her spraying cum being the most prominent part, much to his dismay.

From there, he saw himself rise and look down at her ragged-breathing, now-sweaty form, with hands still firmly holding her legs apart, and vexation filled him, along with disturbance, when he recalled how long he'd stared down at her like an idiot,practically salivating over her. His nose having sniffed the air and being taken in far too much by the scent offered by her sweat-covered, glossy form, just as much as his eyes seemed to be, and whether he planned to fuck her next, or give her entire body this time another helping of his tongue, just for her sweat, he didn't quite know. Nor did he even want the answer to that question, though from the look in Rhea's eyes, and how her gaze swapped between the head on his shoulders and the head between his legs, it was clear which route she thought he'd take. And she might've been correct, given how riled up he was, by then.

Whatever he'd seemed ready to do to her next, though, a full goblet of nectar had been slammed down right next to him and her, making the liquid slosh and spill slightly over the rim, instantly snatching his attention away from Rhea. He didn't see who'd slapped it down there like that, but in the present, reliving these memories, Beerus gave his gratitude to whomever had done that, for he'd quickly swiped it off the table, and started downing it like there was no tomorrow, having the whole thing drank in an instant. And once he had, he seemed to forget himself and what he'd been doing, before that, as after a moment's pause, and without even taking another look down, he then simply wandered off and left Rhea laying there to recover from his actions, after getting his 'fill' and having 'cleaned' her.

As that part of his memories concluded, the destroyer had to wonder, was it really too dangerous for him to go back in time, if it meant he got to smack the shit out of his drunken self? Because, he was seriously beginning to wonder about that, right now, regardless of its consequences. Heck, he felt like smacking himself in this very instant, with how he felt his stomach growl for more of either fluid dispensed from his mother, which he pushed down easily, thanks to the aura of calm surging through him, and then stomped on, before setting it on fire, for good measure.

Nevertheless, his memories went beyond that, as the celebration raged on, and got more and more perverse, with him stopping anybody who tried to make a move on his sisters, Styx' daughter, or his drink in that one case. All while also becoming more aggressive when it came to kisses sharing nectar, of which there was much more consumed, or with his hands, when he started fondling them. Mainly either Demeter or Bia, at first, much to the joy of both drunken goddesses, when it was just them, and to the rotten jealousy of either, when the other was being focused on.

Neither threw out much of a fuss though, especially when his hyper-drunken self focused on both, at the same time, pulling them to their feet with either hand groping the two goddesses' breasts, while his lips and tongue danced between both of theirs in an incredibly sloppy fashion. No nectar to be spoken of between them, half the time, as both clumsily fondled him too, around his chest and abs, slapping the other's hand away, whenever they touched, and gurgling what he supposed was meant to be a hostile snarl at the other. The latter mostly being done by Bia, who got less 'action' from him, after a while, when Demeter, even drunk, grabbed his head and forcefully pulled his lips to hers, keeping him locked to her much longer than with Bia, which he didn't seem to mind.

If anything, he encouraged it, by getting even more animated with his groping and fondling of her bosom, and later her ass, than with Bia, while his tongue uncoordinatedly danced intensely with hers. And when his mouth wasn't attempting to combine itself with hers, Demeter, made arguably bolder under the heavy influence of the nectar, was willingly shoving his head into the very bosom he was manhandling alongside her butt, and not just offering, but actively pushing him to consume her milk too, like he had their mother's, and feed from her dribbling teat. Something he had, in his abysmal state, of course, obliged to with zeal, soon gulping down mouthfuls of her white delight.

The gourmet in him noted, almost as a reflex, recalling the taste of hers, that it was roughly on par with Rhea's, while having its own unique tang to it, that also felt similar, with both having a delectable, earthy quality that only his tastebuds could pick up. The quantity she'd given him being about half of their mother's, on account of him only sucking from one of her udders, instead of two.

He then felt his bastard stomach betray him once again, groaning for more of said liquid. It went promptly ignored, very easily again, with Rhea's aura's assistance.

Anyways, left out in that one moment, with his back turned to her, Bia had gurgled a growl, before letting out a gasp, likely when she'd tried to move forward and attempt to garner his attention, only to lose her balance entirely, and tripped over herself into his back, crashing against him.

That was enough to have him stumble forward, knocking both himself and Demeter off balance, before the three of them tipped over unto the floor. Their new position involving him in the middle, on his hands and knees, staring down at the nude, groaning Demeter below him, flat on her back, legs bent and spread apart, breasts wobbling from the impact, her milk spilling down her breast from the nipple he'd been attacking like the fine waters of a flowing river, with Bia on top of him. Her front pressed down on his back, with her breasts flattened like thick pancakes against it, as her voice whined borderline gibberish near his ear, pleading for his attention, before she got potentially too bold for her own good.

Intoxicated and out of her mind, she'd grabbed him by the hair and yanked his face towards her. An aggressive act that he would've regarded as quite disrespectful and in near any other situation, would've greatly earned his ire, followed most likely by an ass-kicking. She smashed her lips against his though, before the drunk him could so much as let out a growl, eager to be intimate with him, and somewhat succeeded, as for a moment, his attention had shifted to her entirely, even with Demeter beneath him like that.

All that lead to, was a bit of a tug of war, where Demeter had also grabbed his hair, rather possessively, and yanked his face away from Bia's, so she could go back to sucking face with him instead. An action that Bia mirrored, bringing his lips back to hers a short moment later, before they were brought down again to Demeter's, then to Bia's again, then back to Demeter, and this cycle went on for far longer than a much less intoxicated version of he would've ever allowed, much less a fully sober version, horny or not.

His aura had flashed in an instant of aggravation, knocking both hands away from his hair, which became like a wild mane, floating behind him, while also having the small side-effect of making Bia fall off him to the side, from the shock. And damn it all, he'd then gone back into 'sniff' mode, taking in the scent of both side-by side, judging their wondrous scents with his nose, up and down their curvy forms, purring at both pleasurably, like he was judging the worth of which meal he'd prefer to have over the other. Evidently, that was where Bia lost in that 'bout', as his murky-minded self had decided, when he'd crashed his lips back down on Demeter's, and put his sole focus on her again, temporarily, much to her elation. His hands soon back to roaming over and fondling her body in whatever way he pleased, just as she did to him, in return.

Somehow, his dick was never reached by either the entire time this whole sequence with the two goddesses played out. However, this was another situation, where he'd gotten close to going all the way with someone, when Demeter had possessively bitten and sucked his neck for a hickey, after he pulled away from their face-sucking and tongue-twirling session. That single act setting something off in him, and much to his grave shame, because of how hilariously bad he'd made himself look, more than almost having sex with her in such a state, instead of as normal, he'd lined himself up poorly, and started thrusting down on her. His cock skinning over her pelvis and along her belly again and again, as he missed her cooch by a mile each time, leaving his swinging nuts to clap down over it instead, with potentially the intent to breed.

Sure, he was glad he did miss, as he'd rather not have committed such an act with anyone, while not under his more usual mental faculties for his 'first time' in this body, especially if he was right about his drunk self's intent, but still, did he have to make himself look like such a damn fool!?

In any case, Hera's loud, slurred bitching followed this sequence the whole way, as it went on, getting to its worst when he'd started embarrassing himself atop Demeter, stumbling over herself to call it all 'indeshent', or in regular speech, 'indecent'. Her drunk, whiny voice oozing with unmasked jealousy and anger at what she was seeing. Something which eventually got on his nerves and he responded to, by leaving the other two on the floor, which was a good thing, as it meant he wasn't humping Demeter's skin like a fool anymore, with both goddesses, especially Demeter, crying out at his stumbling retreat, as he approached Hera's chair. And as he made his way by Hestia to get to her, though he hadn't been paying any real attention to her, he could've sworn he saw her frowning at him, which he could understand, given what he was up to.

"Huh?" Was about all Hera'd gotten out when his shadow cast over her, before he'd grabbed her by the arm to yank her off of it. Her cry that followed and sounded like gibberish being silenced when he, in a moment that again showed his crumbling restraint, and lack of a damn to give, had slapped her across the face, before saying something even he couldn't for the life of him understand. Not that it mattered, seeing as the slap seemed to have done its job of shutting her up, with even the drunk version of her looking stunned.

And then, as if he hadn't done enough of such an embarrassing thing already, he sniffed his nose all over her body, paying particular, unhealthy attention to her breasts and butt, before purring again in a delighted manner.

What followed was a drunken Hera squealing and gasping, as he buried and rubbed his face into both, one after the other, without shame, groping her as he did, like a pervy buffoon. He didn't suck on her boobs, though, like with Demeter or Rhea, and he knew not why, given he was more than willing to manhandle them when his face wasn't already squishing them around. Whatever the reason, if there even was one, at all, he was thankful that it at least meant one less goddess he'd breastfed on like some sort of manbaby, no matter how delicious the milk that came from a goddess' breasts seemed to be, based off of Rhea and Demeter.

The lack of breastfeeding with her was only a small mercy, however, as his antics soon led to her bending forward, while he was crouched down and pressing his features into her ass, planting her hands against the table, and making what sounded to him now, like a cross between a whine and a moan. It was louder and more high-pitched than any noise he'd ever heard her make, which instantly got his attention. And he felt second-hand embarrassment again, which was quickly quelled by Rhea's blasting aura, as he recalled jolting up, leaning over her, and biting into her neck, before he began wildly, and stupidly, thrusting his hips back and forth, no different than he had with Demeter before. His dick pistoning between her legs and hitting nothing but air, leaving him looking like an absolute moron in heat, yet again, as he never, thankfully, corrected his course, while his pelvis slapped repeatedly against her rear. Ineffectual, outside of garnering a flinch from Hera with each impact.

Yet another instance where he got close to going all the way with someone, but didn't. And just like with the blonde, because he was genuinely just too dumb and uncoordinated to properly follow through, as his drunken self's intent had definitely been to screw her, in that moment, much like it had been with their sister. Probably even breed her, like he might've been intending with Demeter prior, with how badly he was asserting dominance over her, with their position, purely on instinct.

He got bored of it, though, when, obviously, nothing came out of it, due to him missing every thrust, and so pulled away from her abruptly, then next he knew, on this train-ride of once blocked memories, he sat back down in his chair with a stumble, and released Hades from whatever bind he'd put him in. He'd then spouted gibberish at him, which only seemed to, rather understandably, confuse the shit out of his favourite brother, before he then threw out an order, rather bafflingly, for anyone to take his brother away and 'show him a good time', in words that could barely be understood by him. All while pointing at Hades, who, rather understandably, again, looked stunned at what was going on. And even more so, when several drunk Nymphs obeyed Beerus, likely looking for some 'fun', anyway, grabbing and pulling a flummoxed Hades into the very hallway he'd walked in here from, to a room he hadn't seen.

Beerus would like to think that was his drunk self's way of giving an apology to Hades for freezing him in place, just for trying to stop him and calm him down, earlier, out of concern. It was the only reason he could think of, which made sense, but then, while in such a state yesterday, his actions couldn't exactly be called rational, so that was more a guess, given he couldn't recall if he'd felt anything at all, in that moment, unlike other stuff.

There had been more moments beyond that, of him verbally – even though he could scarcely understand half of what he said – and physically harassing other deities throughout the remainder of the celebration, as it got more and more sexual in nature. His befuddled self groping and sniffing more female deities, much to his deepening chagrin, even sucking on the nipples of some for their milk, which had also tasted fantastic, but not as great as either Rhea's or Demeter's, while 'eating out' others lower lips for the juices that had already been trickling down their thighs. The latter not being done to the same extent as he had Rhea, and he knew the reason why, was likely because none of them had tasted as good, either. In the end though, he'd had them all cum from his actions, anyway, and they'd all been more than happy to hold his face there, while he was devouring their folds, clearly enjoying themselves, from how their hips rocked against him, and from the moans and shrieks they gave out.

For the male deities, they were lucky if he didn't attack them for no reason, other than having a scent he didn't like, when he sniffed their behinds. One god in particular, a minor one, inebriated to the point of possible blindness, had mistaken him sniffing him as a goddess coming on to him, given the words he'd slurred out, before he'd made the biggest mistake he could've, in trying to 'offer' himself to Beerus. The minor god having turned and presented his cock to be sucked, slapping it across the destroyer's then-growling face.

The bastard had promptly lost his genitalia to the void, with but a glare. The shock of which was great enough to render him unconscious. Beerus had then kicked him out of the palace, sending his body spinning wildly as it hurtled into the great beyond, becoming little more than a twinkle in the sky, almost like a star, with how far he'd sent him.

He recalled his mother, out of the corner of his eye, at some point during all this, having gotten up from the spot he'd left her on, looking like she wanted to try and intervene again and calm him down, but thought better of it, and wisely, given the state he was in, backing off.

As the passage of time went on in his mind's eye, he'd sat back down on his chair, getting a good look at all the sex now going on around him. The sounds and sights never bothering him, as the gods and goddesses around him, with few exceptions, began fucking like rabbits, but the stench of it certainly had, given the way he complained about it, even if his words were mostly unintelligible.

Hestia had responded all the same, though, her pleasant, caring smile having returned and looking just as radiant, even if her eyes and expression itself made it clear she had no clue what she was really offering, in her drunken state, as she pressed her hand against his nostrils, making it so her scent dominated every other that went into his nose. Not that Beerus, much worse off than her, had cared for that detail, happily purring as he sniffed her hand first, then grabbed her arm and sniffed all the way up that, before he'd tugged her off her chair. The action causing her to let out a cross between a giggle and a gasp that sounded adorable, as he pulled her over his chair, sniffing every part of her that came along the way like some kind of mutt, especially her breasts and butt, similar to Hera, which he'd apparently seemed to love, given he didn't let go of her.

She'd soon been sat sideways on his lap, with her legs hung over the armrest of his seat, and her round buttocks pushing his penis down between his own thighs, as he held her more gently than he had anyone else. Though, that didn't stop him from caressing parts of her body, like her hips, thighs and belly, whilst nuzzling into her neck. Her pleasant cries of surprise filling his intoxicated ears like a melody, as he licked and nibbled at her soft, pale flesh, trailing near her jaw, all the way down to her shoulder.

Comparatively speaking, taking into account his prior acts, it was a somewhat wholesome scene, minus the more lewd aspect of it all. That was, of course, until his face moved further down, and started nuzzling into her deep valley of cleavage, filling his mind with the sight of her squishing boob-flesh around his features, as he pressed himself as deep as he could, into her flattening and bulging mounds, while rubbing his face back and forth like an excited toddler. Hestia's response being a slurred form of admonishment, which it didn't feel like she meant, given he'd felt one of her hands was on his head, fingers entwined with strands of his hair, as she lovingly stroked it and made no attempt to remove his face from her bosom.

He wasn't sure what to make of that, especially not when she'd asked him if he wanted another drink. He didn't know if by that she'd meant nectar then, but the drunken him had taken it as an invitation for her other contained fluid, and hadn't hesitated in slipping one of her peaks into his lips, suckling on it and drawing a fair few rousing noises from his twin, as he steadily gulped down her milk.

Again, she'd made no move to stop him, and had simply allowed it, while continuing to caress his head and hair affectionately, either convinced, in her intoxicated mind, that he meant nothing sexual by it, or she'd thought – if she even was thinking, at that point – he had, but hadn't cared. It was hard to say, given he couldn't read her mind, but what he did know, was the sensation of her milk's taste, as the memory played. His tastebuds recalling it now, as something that rivalled their mother's and Demeter's, with a dash of fieriness and homeliness to it, to make it distinct to his palette, as he siphoned every drop of dairy he could from her breast, before moving on to its twin, and doing the same with it, eventually having sucked up as much from her, as he had Rhea.

Strangely, his hands never savagely mauled her mounds, like they had those before her. Was Hestia capable of doing what his mother couldn't, to a small degree, and keeping him more calm in the act, even if she couldn't – and had made no attempt to – prevent it? He couldn't say, as he didn't recall her aura's hold on him, but it was possible.

Regardless, that didn't change the fact that his drunk ass, like he'd been doing with other antics, had dropped all common sense and chosen to breastfeed on Hestia, after several other goddesses, including Rhea and Demeter, all because he seemed to have grown quickly attracted to the tang of it. Enjoying the differences between each, which made one superior over the other, as though it was an all-you-can-drink buffet.

Following that, she'd kissed him on the forehead, before also feeding him a full goblet's worth of nectar, and her remaining ambrosia, all while still seated in his lap. A place which she remained in, even as the other three eventually surrounded his seat. Hera and Demeter leaning over and sitting on his armrests, while Bia leaned over the back, all but squishing her breasts over the top of his cranium, as they fed him and also got fed by him. Not just all of their remaining nectar, plenty of which spilled over all of them, with how clumsy and sluggish their movements became, but also ambrosia and, in Demeter's case, her grain, fruit and vegetables, up until nothing was left, and he finally decided to leave and go to bed, with Hestia, Hera, Demeter and Bia in tow. His debauched memories of the other day ending as soon as his back touched the bed, where he instantly fell asleep, where the four goddesses, about to lose consciousness themselves, were on top of him.

As the flood of memories and sensations he'd previously been unable to recall came to an end, even with Rhea's power flowing through him, he still winced and cringed some more, while massaging his temple, as he openly let out a very audible groan, that got the attention of the four goddesses around him.

"I think we can stop the recap here…" The destroyer remarked, not knowing or caring if Styx had continued on, while he was getting a full-on flashback. "I've heard enough."

Styx blinked, then hesitated a bit. "Are you sure? There's still a good bit left to cover, of your antics…"

"I don't need to know." He replied, lying right through his teeth, knowing that he was now fully aware of everything, with his memories returned. Not liking the fact that his most embarrassing moments had been on full display the other day for a handful of deities who would remember his drunken antics for a long time to come. Possibly for an eternity, even. Something which was enough to make him consider destroying such memories from all who had them, including himself, so that nobody would be aware of what the drunk fool version of he had done, only for him to quickly decide, likely due to Rhea's power flowing through him, that he couldn't be bothered. "Don't… make me repeat myself. All that you've said already is enough to let me know I turned into a complete fool, after drinking too much."

"But, I thought you…" She was met with a glare by Beerus. Nothing hostile, but the kind that got his point across that he wasn't having any further discussion on this, as she let out a sigh, choosing to respect his wishes. Contradictory as they may have been to his earlier stance, but she reasoned that away with the subject matter having become too much, to the point his tune had changed. If she were in his place, with the exception of some details, she'd probably be in the same boat. "Alright. I'll stop it there, if you're sure…"

"I'm sure." Beerus borderline deadpanned his affirmative, having no desire to hear about his remaining escapades, which were already etched into his mind now, and would forever be part of his memories. "You have my thanks for filling me in on most of what happened." That felt like a half-truth, at best, to the destroyer, even as he said it. And Styx, at the very least, seemed to recognize it too, but made no mention of it. "With that out of the way, though, don't let me keep you any further. Feel free to wander off and do as you please. Check up on your children, or something."

"Ah, what about Pan though…" She didn't fail to bring back up, her gaze shifting to the unconscious half-goat deity with less than pleasant thoughts.

Beerus spared him, and by extension, his former food servant sitting over him, a glance, his expression hard to gauge, to the few who saw it, before returning his sights to Styx, recalling her 'proposal', should he do as she wanted him to. The temptation returning, given what was offered, before it was reluctantly dispelled. "As much as I… appreciate the offer you gave, I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse." Her head almost whipped to him in surprise, while he could feel Rhea being pleased by his choice. "My mother was right. It'd be… too cruel to curse him like that, given the aid he granted us. However… I'll have a word with him, later, about this, and see if I can't set up some kind of arrangement with regards to his singing."

"I see…" Lowering her head, the Oceanid let out a small sigh, feeling disappointed that he wasn't getting cursed with an inability to sing, as Beerus had brought up earlier, which was her most preferred future, in regards to him, and not even attempting to hide the fact that she was, from her expression. "Very well, then. I suppose I'll just have to accept that, and hope a desirable outcome arises from it." Shaking her head, she regarded Beerus with a small smile, as she began glowing. "It appears my abstinence will be maintained, then, for the foreseeable future. Can't say I'm too bothered about that, though."

"In any case, I'll see you all later, when the punishments for our fallen foes is being doled out. That should definitely be entertaining to see, if nothing else." She opined with amusement, filled with a spite characteristic of her darker side, thinking about how their foes would react to it all, before she vanished while offering a light wave, leaving nothing but gold flecks behind to dissipate in the wind.

The reminder of said punishments had Theia cringing in emotional distress, knowing that her once-allies' fates most likely would be foul, but she wisely kept her mouth shut about it. Not just because objecting to it would go nowhere, she was sure, but also for the fact that none of them would care to hear that she'd stood up for them, once they all found out she'd turned on them and actively betrayed her brother, just to join Beerus' side. All in the hopes that it, alongside any other promise she'd need to make, would be enough to have the god of destruction agree to her request.

"Right. Well then…" Beerus began, before turning to his mother, who still averted his gaze. Perfectly understandable, now that he knew in the most vivid detail imaginable what he'd pulled, the other day, with her. However, that didn't mean he could just leave this particular situation here with her, as it was, as he seriously did not need any misconceptions coming from his drunken antics.

"Beerus…" His mother started, however, before he could say anything else. "Do you… uhm… mind if I speak with you more privately, for a moment…?"

I can already guess what's probably on her mind… Yeah, best to nip this in the bud now. He thought to himself, before nodding his head while holding back yet another cringe. "Not at all." He replied, before he turned in Themis and Theia's directions to address them. "I'll be with both of you in a moment. Feel free to set that room up now, Themis, as I'll be there soon. And as for you, Theia, follow Themis to that room, and I'll get to you and whatever the heck your request is first, when I arrive."

"Will do." The Titaness of divine law and order nodded, with Theia silently doing the same, not caring for the small alteration in plans, as the former turned and walked off back down the hall for an empty room, with the latter passing one last glance toward him, before turning and following her sister.

Once they were out of earshot, and Beerus used his senses to confirm nobody else conscious was close enough to overhear, he was the first to speak up.

"Whatever it is you're about to say, just remember, I wasn't in my right mind when I started acting as I did. You have my apologies for it, but just so we're clear, none of that nonsense you saw me do is what I would've done, if I was as I usually am. Do not think, even for a moment, that I will ever do any of that again, or that it's a side of me I was somehow hiding all this time, because it isn't."

Rhea managed to let out a small chuckle, despite it all. "Oh… I don't doubt that. I'd like to think I have sharp enough eyes to be able to notice even minor things about you and your siblings, even those you might try to hide. Much of what you did yesterday, I'd never seen even a hint of, while you were with me, on Crete. Though I suppose it is possible you could've developed such strange tendencies while on Olympus, away from me…"

"I have not. Disregard anything you witnessed me do. Might as well have not been me, at that point." He countered immediately, before she could possibly get it into her skull that such antics were what he could be partaking in, even outside of inebriation.

He wasn't some paragon of virtue, by any stretch of the imagination. Not even remotely close, but he had more class than to pull even half the shit he had yesterday, while drunk out of his mind.

"Disregard it all as you not being you? You know, I'd love to do that, seeing as most of it was indeed behaviour that did seem out of character for you, which even those like Styx or Themis, who have spent more time around you, were baffled by, so I'll put faith in that being the case, up to a point." She acknowledged, but in a way that made it clear a 'but' was coming. "But, if I can be honest, I don't believe all of it was you 'not being you'. I think part of it may've been a side of you that simply had all of its restraint removed. In fact, I'm sure it was." This time, she managed to meet his eyes with hers. "When you had me held down on that table, and you did what you did, I could feel it in the way you looked at me, and could feel it in your touch. Your passionate lust. So strong that it was impossible to miss, and all of it directed at me for a time…"

Beerus was about to retort, but she cut him off before he could, and with something he couldn't really argue much with, much as he disliked it, given that it was true. "And please, don't try to say such emotion was only because of your drunken state, given you still showed the same desire after waking and being free from the nectar's influence. Even with your wits restored, you seemed barely capable of holding yourself back from me and Styx, and looked like you were ready to jump on top of us at any moment."

What did he say to that, even? That he was already super horny beforehand, which she basically already knew? As if that would make it sound any better to her, even if it was true that arousal influenced his thoughts and behaviour too, and that its hold was worse the stronger it was?

"Listen, my dear son, despite your denial, you and I have both known that you have held a desire for me, since that day you showed up, unannounced, right in front of me and Amaltheia on Crete, naked as the day you were born, demanding copulation with me…"

Ugh. That hadn't been a demand or even a request of her, for heaven's sake! That was just him being a moron, and spouting perhaps the worst thing he could've said, before she passed out, in vocalizing his exasperation at teleporting into view of them, while nude. Not that she'd ever believed that, of course, even if it would have been better for both of them, if she had, rather than taking the stance that she had, and still held now, that he'd long lusted for her. A misconception reinforced immensely by recent events, from the celebration, to their interaction after he'd woken up from it.

"However, it is also very clear, from what I saw during the celebration, beyond your antics with me, that thankfully, such passionate desire doesn't just extend to me, even if it seems to be at its strongest with myself, for now." She sounded both disappointed and thrilled at the same time, while saying that, and he could rather easily guess the reasons for said conflicting emotions. "I will not reveal exactly what you did, beyond what happened with me, as I know you've heard enough of such antics, but I can say that, as perverse as you were, your actions towards other goddesses, your sisters especially, tells me that you should be capable of, at the very least, if not ridding yourself of your desire for me, perhaps growing a stronger desire for someone else. Perhaps even for several others. To a point where your desire for me can be comfortably ignored, and you won't feel any potential pain from me rejecting such intimacy with you, in the future. And hopefully, you won't ignore my wishes, like you did while intoxicated, either."

Beerus simply let out his longest, most drawn out sigh, while closing and then pinching his eyes in a lighter form of exasperation than he would otherwise, once again thanks to her aura. The god knowing there was no point debating her on this, as she'd stubbornly hold to her beliefs worse than he or even Hera ever could, and with his unintended reinforcement of them, there was zero chance he'd ever break them. "I won't. You needn't worry about that."

"I would hope not." She blushed heavily again, averting his gaze once more, as her smile became incredibly awkward. "While you thankfully did not manage to take the final step, and engage in full-on coitus with me, or anyone else, for that matter, I believe it goes without saying that, after the other day, I've felt more than enough of your more intimate touch, especially with that insatiable mouth and tongue of yours, to last me eons." The Titaness quivered, her legs especially, as the memory clearly came back to the forefront of her mind.

"So mortifying… yet so pleasurable, at the same time, even if unwanted. I can only imagine how good it will feel for any future partners to be taken by you completely, if the tongue alone could bring about such sensations…" She whispered beneath her breath so low that, to anyone else, it would've been completely inaudible, and with her lips barely moving, most wouldn't even be able to tell she was speaking, at all, as her head turned away. "Heaven's above, even with what I've said and ultimately feel, I cannot shake the worrisome bit of jealousy that bubbles inside of me, for what another, or various others will get, which I will not, and have just refused…"

Hah…? Beerus' mouth fell open again, with his eyes wide and nearly whited out, with how small his pupils became, as his ears perked up and heard what he wasn't supposed to hear all the same.

"With that said, though…" Rhea soon continued, unaware that her whispered words had been heard, as she pushed the memory of yesterday to the side, along with all the emotions that came with it, with great difficulty, and brought herself in-front of him. Her arms soon circling around Beerus' waist, hugging him tight and warmly with her head cosily laying into his shoulder, as her power continued to be fully applied. Her smile becoming less awkward and more relaxed, loving, and above all else, proud and motherly, as she hummed against him, while her bountiful breasts pushed and squashed against his torso. "Seeing as you're your normal self, now, I'll repeat what I tried to convey to you yesterday, which sadly did not reach you, given the state you were in."

Beerus didn't budge, remaining stock still, as his eyes lasered in on his mother, as she embraced him, and gave him whiplash from how sudden the tone shift was.

"Thank you, my son." She said to him, her every word filled with absolute sincerity and gratitude of the highest order, further flooring him. "For what you've done for your siblings, for your allies, for the world itself, and for me… Thank you…" She gripped him tighter, her repetition of thanks being even more passionate than the first time she said it, as she began radiating a loving, adulating energy through her aura, which folded over him like the warmest and comfiest blanket he'd possibly ever felt, warming his heart and soul despite the circumstances.

"Uhh… You're welcome?" The destroyer managed to respond, still befuddled by this shift in atmosphere, and not knowing what else to say to her, as she expressed her thanks to him. Yet still, almost as if with a mind of their own, his arms slung around her and embraced her back. And it spoke volumes of her ability to read his intent, right now, that she did not shy away from his touch, and instead, only seemed to tighten her own embrace just a little further.

"I know my words and air upon you, no matter the conviction behind them, will never quite be enough to express how truly grateful I am, that you were born, my dear child… so, I shall do my utmost to convey it, from here on. Whatever you may need of me, whether it be an ear to listen to you, a place to stay, if Olympus ever gets too stuffy for you, or even additional comfort and ease, should Hestia not be enough, you need but only ask, and I shall grant it, without hesitation, no matter what may happen, in the future."

Beerus took notice of the fact that she'd made no exceptions, but given what she'd said prior, outside of her whisper, which she thought him deaf to, he chose to assume that anything carnal was the exception. Something which he readily agreed with, despite a certain part of him, which was tied close to the 'third leg' of his traitorous anatomy, and was thankfully helped being suffocated by Rhea's aura, bemoaning such, and feebly, at best, calling upon him now to ruin this increasingly wholesome moment and take her, as he'd failed to do while drunk.

That part was banished to the deepest, darkest recesses of his being, for its treacherous call. A feat made all too easy by Rhea's presence over him, which he was fully allowing, unlike his drunken self from the other day.

"Before I take my leave, know this, Beerus. Whatever faults you may have, I know, as I'm sure everyone else does as well, after everything that's happened, that you hold the potential to be a far better king than your rotten father ever was. And I have confidence that you will live up to that, undeniably, when you take your rightful place as ruler of the Universe, and usher us all into a new, better era than what has come before."

Rightful place as ruler of the Universe… and usher in a new, better era than what has come before, huh? Beerus wasn't sure what to say to her faith in him, when it came to taking the mantle his erased father of this world had left behind.

He'd honestly put any thought of that off, until now, much too preoccupied with sating his desire for vengeance upon Kronos, after what he did to him, and of course his siblings. With that bastard gone, someone would need to step up, and in most, if not all of his allies' eyes, he was the prime candidate to do so. Not just for being the eldest son, but also being the one responsible for conquering him and ending his reign.

Personally, he didn't see it being hard to rule better than Kronos had, as that was an exceptionally low bar in his mind, that almost anybody could cross, and judging from what he'd been told of both Kronos' and Ouranos' eras, ushering in a better era than either probably wouldn't be too difficult.

Obviously, it wasn't just about being better though. Left unsaid, but somewhat implied with the usage of her words, was the clear intent that he bring about an era that was far removed from theirs, which didn't eventually end up stirring a similar kind of discontent amongst many, which his predecessors had. One which ultimately ended up pleasing as many as possible, even if it wasn't perfect by any stretch, as nothing could ever be.

He'd like to be arrogant and say he could make that happen, no problem, if he wished to. Past experience, upon reflection, however, told a very different story of how it'd probably go, with him in an important position of power and authority.

He hadn't really been a proper god of destruction, at the end of the day, for his old Universe, for a proper one was meant to work in tandem with their opposite, the Supreme Kai, in order to get rid of worlds that were actually slated for destruction, and make way for new, better ones, along with civilizations.

Most of the time, he'd destroyed planets, and sometimes even entire star systems, for a myriad of selfish reasons that almost always led back to the civilizations on them serving him bad food, or not catering enough to his personal comfort, and little else. And while he, personally, at the time, and even now, to a certain extent, felt that was enough justification for it, obviously, the powers higher than he, had not, evidenced by the paltry mortal level his Universe had had, and was called out for, having the second lowest of all, out of twelve.

It'd be so easy to solely blame Shin for that, and Elder Kai before him, in not picking up his slack, and also being incompetent themselves, which he had done in the past, but he'd always known that it took a proper team-up between the destroyer and creator to achieve what Zeno and the Grand Priest had expected. Had he bothered to actually apply himself correctly, rather than purely doing as he pleased, he and Shin possibly could've managed to get their mortal level just high enough to where it would've been at an acceptable standard, and satisfied Zeno enough, to where his Universe wouldn't have had to compete in the tournament of power. And then ultimately end up being erased, when Jiren prevailed over his final warriors.

"I know I may be putting quite the expectations on your shoulders, and you might not know how to go about ruling, at first, but that's okay. Don't be afraid to lean on the support of those close to you, my son, especially those who've been around much longer, and would be capable of not only giving guidance to you, but also assistance in handling things you may be concerned about doing on your own. Something your bastard father adamantly refused to do, out of ego, and look where that helped lead him, along with his other mistakes."

Beerus' eyebrows furrowed in thought, at her words. Lean on others for support and assistance, huh? That would help a good deal, if he did take the mantle of this Universe's ruler, but still… he wasn't sure.

Now that the driving force for his activity, in seeking Kronos' annihilation was complete, he personally didn't really have any set goal, short of, as he promised Hestia, being a family with her and Rhea, and now, by extension, the rest of his siblings, too. Something he hardly needed to be king of the cosmos to achieve. If anything, he was quite free now to do as he pleased, and could start having frequent naps once again, even if they lasted much, much shorter than his old ones, as well as dine on the best food and drink he'd ever had, as much as he wanted, along with relaxing himself and be lazy again, if he wanted. This time, however, without being in a position of power where anything was expected of him. Something he could push down unto someone else, like one of his brothers, for instance, with Hades being at the top of his mind, purely out of bias, for such a role. Especially given he knew Hades would never try to order him around, with how much respect he had for him.

"I do hope you make the most out of this, Beerus. It'd be a shame for you to fall into bad habits and waste your new life like you did in your position as Universe 7's god of destruction." The Grand Priest's words then, from back in the void, before his departure to this Universe, without warning, began to echo in his mind, which mentally caused him to stumble.

And no sooner did the Grand Priest's echo fizzle, then did his dream of the future resurface at the forefront of his mind. The rise of a monster that may just be able to topple both Olympus and himself, with its might.

Concern gnawed at him, then. Had that been a solid prediction of the future, if he chose to go down the more relaxing path so selfishly? Would him making the decision to not become king and laze back to do nothing other than enjoy himself, end up coming at the expense of his and everyone's future, if or when that beast from his dream emerged? Would him falling back completely on old habits lead to a 'divine punishment' of sorts, in the form of that creature's conquering of him and Olympus?

It was hard to say, and it could very well be just a momentary spike in paranoia, and nothing else, but the thought of it definitely left Beerus somewhat perturbed, and the feeling would've undoubtedly been far worse, without Rhea's comforting aura.

Even without such a threat looming at some point in the future, whenever that may be, the Grand Priest's final advice to him still stuck in his mind, and with it doing so, Beerus was left feeling uncertain of what to do.

There was always continuing to train, with all the free time he'd have, especially in the scenario where he chose not to become king, so that he could be more prepared for that monster's appearance. He could hardly allow Olympus, and by extension, his and his siblings' new home, to be obliterated, after all, let alone all the carnage the monster caused beyond that, in his vision.

However, if that was the case, and he was fully willing to remain active and put forth effort, so he could grow stronger and protect Olympus, and so on, then what exactly was stopping him from, at the very least, giving being the ruler of the Universe a go, and see how it went? Especially seeing as he would hardly have to go in blind, when, as Rhea had pointed out, there would be those who could absolutely help guide and assist him in that role, if he asked and let them.

That had been perhaps his biggest problem in his early years as a destroyer, which had bled through and effected his entire tenure, as Whis had been more than willing to dole out the necessary advice on how he should go about doing his duties properly. Much like with his martial arts training, as well as training him into his station, in general. Unlike those two things, however, for the former, he'd just never listened, and did purely as he pleased. Much to his own future detriment, in the end. Whis had even warned him multiple times that it would eventually come to bite him in the ass, and he'd been right, in the end.

Right now… this was his second chance. Another chance to at least try and be better. To 'make the most out of it', as the Grand Priest had said, rather than take the easiest route immediately, now that his initial goal of destroying Kronos was finished, and slink back into the familiar territory of his old god of destruction days, in Universe 7.

Would he succeed, and actually end up doing well, in the end, especially when compared to his old destroyer days, if he gave it his all, put his best foot forward, and took guidance and assistance when necessary? He couldn't say no, but also couldn't say yes, either, given his track record as an authority figure, prior to ending up reborn in this world. The best he could give himself, leaving aside his arrogance and being genuine with himself, in this moment, was maybe.

Ultimately, the only way to truly know how it would all go down, is if he made the attempt at all, and bared witness to the results, over time.

"If nothing else, Beerus, all I ask, is that you promise to do your best, when you do take your rightful place as king." Rhea's words pulled him from his mental scape, as she stepped back from their embrace, with her breasts puffing back into their normal shape with a light wiggle inside her tunic. Her soft hands gripping on his shoulders, as she gazed up into his eyes, full of hope and expectancy. "Can you do that for me?"

Pausing for a moment to consider everything, not just her words, but those of the Grand Priest as well, which felt so long ago, now, despite having not been, in reality, Beerus let out one last sigh, lettings his shoulders somewhat sag in her hands, as he came to his final decision. For better or worse, hoping it wouldn't come back to bite him, in the future. "Sure… I promise I will."

Rhea beamed at him happily. Beautifully, even. "That's great to hear."

Beerus hummed at that, before Rhea suddenly leaned up on her tip-toes, touching her lips against his cheek in a warm kiss that hardly lasted a second, before one of her hands slid down to his chest, and he felt something a little different from the aura she'd been blasting him with, until now, pulse through him.

"Here's a blessing from me, seeing as I'll be taking my leave now. It won't be as potent as when I'm hear with you directly, like this, but it should help keep you calmer and more relaxed, for the rest of the day, when I'm not here, at least." She commented, filling him in on what she'd done, as her body began to glow with the familiar golden glow that heralded teleportation. "It's the least I can do, to start showing my gratitude for your efforts. And remember, you can come to me any time you have need of something, and I will provide it to the best of my ability."

And with that, she vanished, leaving behind dissipating flecks of gold. Her presence returning to Crete, where she'd always be available, as she said, if he needed anything from her.

Well, almost anything, anyway.

Letting out a breath, feeling the decrease in potency right away of her blanketing power on his body, mind and soul, Beerus took a moment to take in this whole situation, before briefly returning his attention to the unconscious body of Pan, hidden mostly by the naked Nymph over him.

"You're lucky I find your singing to be to my tastes, Pan. Were it not for that, you'd have woken to the permanent loss of your ability to sing. When you wake, you'd better be willing to agree to do what I want, given what I had to relinquish for you to keep it, or else I won't be so kind to you, then."

With that piece said, heard only by himself, Beerus then immediately sensed out Theia and Themis, looking to get his business with both done and over with as soon as he could. All while hoping that, whatever either wanted, it wouldn't be anything he found too aggravating, as his form dematerialized from its spot and shifted over to the room Themis had set up.

Within said room… A short bit later…

"You want me to what now…?"

Theia fidgeted under Beerus' unimpressed stare, though was admirably able to meet it, at least, as she stood before him, while Themis sat on the bed a few feet away, silently watching her sister with some form of sympathy.

"I-I would like it if you were to lend your assistance, by removing what you've inflicted my brother-husband with, so that he may make a full recovery immediately, and just this once, be pardoned for his actions…" She replied, reiterating what she'd just asked of him, as if he needed her to. "B-But this is not without anything in return, of course!" She added quickly, seeing his deepening frown. "As I said before, I'm fully willing to give back whatever you may ask of me, in return, so that Hyperion can be restored and allowed such clemency. I will not break that pledge."

"You want me to rid that bastard of the punishment I gave him and let him off, for daring to breach our barrier and run amok, making threats of what he wanted to do, and I'm sure he'd have followed through on, while he attacked us?" Beerus' eyes narrowed into slits, as his fists touched behind his back. Rhea's blessing the only thing keeping his agitation down. "If anything, Hyperion got off light. Were I to have had the kind of power I do now, when fighting him, he'd have met the same fate as Kronos, for his antics, rather than be reduced to the abysmal state he's in currently. And now, you're daring to bargain with me to both restore and pardon him for his offences?"

"Y-Yes… Yes I am!" The Titaness blurted with a solid amount of conviction, expression tense, as she bowed deeply before him, in a show of respect and submission. Something the destroyer appreciated. "Whatever it takes, I offer you anything you wish of me, in exchange for it. A-And personally, if I may be so bold, Lord Beerus, at this point in time, he is of no threat to you, even at his strongest. Believe me, I know him well. Once he is filled in on the situation, and what you are capable of now, as opposed to before, when you bested him, which I will be sure to do for you, even if he continues to detest you, he will not make a move on you. He's smart enough to recognize a lost cause when it's presented to him."

"Is he, now?" Beerus' gaze did not become any less piercing. "And you think he'll actually listen to you, and not just try to test his luck against me and Olympus?"

"He will listen, of that I am certain." Her visage became pained and dour, as she maintained her bow. "Just as much as I'm certain that when he learns the truth of what I've done, he will most likely despise me for a long time to come. Perhaps forever, even…"

That last part he could understand, on the bastard Titan's part, if he did. With how he was, finding out his sister and wife had betrayed their side and had pledged her allegiance to him to spare herself, even if also to get a chance at sparing him, as well, would not go over well. There was a chance he may even assault her, out of rage, for taking the 'coward's way out', if Beerus were to agree, but that was her problem to deal with, not his.

"I'm not even sure there is something you could offer, that would get me to accept and go along with your end of this deal." The destroyer remained unconvinced, as he glared down at her, seeing her curvaceous form involuntarily flinch. "Even if I could easily take him down now, were we to fight again, I'd much prefer not seeing his ugly face again, any time soon. So, enlighten me, Theia, on what you could offer, which would change my mind. I'm curious."

The Titaness gulped, before steeling herself, as she gripped one hand with the other, below her waist. "As I said… anything. If you want for physical pleasure, I shall offer my body as many times as you wish, for whatever act you desire, no matter how degrading." Beerus had to school his own features well, when it became obvious what immediately came to her mind, given recent events, when she said that. "If you want for shows of obedience, I shall pledge myself as your personal servant, willing to go through with any order given, no matter what it may be, and that includes what I already mentioned." Her cheeks tinted red. "Even if it pains me to do so, I am also aware of what you told my brothers that day, when you first broke free from Kronos' stomach, so if you wish it, no matter the added hate I must shoulder for it, I will make him grovel before you, if I must, for your forgiveness and mercy, just this once."

Beerus snorted, as he heard her every word, hearing the honesty in each, as much as he did the displeasure and the resoluteness that came with it, primarily, no doubt, from the more unsavoury things he could ask of her. "Your body, your servitude, and aiding in whatever remains of Hyperion's pride crumbling, by being forced to grovel at my feet, huh..." The first two, admittedly, didn't sound too shabby, particularly the second, as he could see himself getting some good use out of her, if he became too lazy to do a task himself. The third one, though…

He had to wonder if she was genuinely capable of that last one, given he'd sensed both their powers, in base and in True Divine Form, and she was by no means his superior. He'd honestly say, in terms of just raw power, they were roughly relative to each other, with a closer inspection having Hyperion slightly stronger. If you added in Hyperion's ability to make himself one with his heavenly light, effectively making himself intangible to anything their side had, other than his destruction, which she'd shown no counter for, then a full-on battle between them, in his mind, if he refused to kneel, would end in Hyperion's victory.

And so, he asked her about that, feeling intrigued about what her answer would be. "That last one you mentioned, if things were to escalate to the point of your True Divine Forms, how would you handle his ability to break himself down into his own heavenly light, and basically become untouchable? Outside of when fighting me, of course."

His question seemed to catch her a bit off-guard, but she recovered quickly enough. "I… If it comes to that, which I don't think it will, I do have a way around that ability of his, which is unique to me."

"Do you, now?" Beerus quirked a brow, feeling some curiosity at that response, which soon had an idea pop into his head, as he mulled over that information. One that, admittedly, brought a semi-sadistic smirk across his features, which as it ruminated in his mind, made the idea of restoring Hyperion somewhat worth the hassle of seeing his abhorrent mug again. "You know what? I'm interested in seeing that."

"You're… what…?" That seemed to befuddle her, as she rose just enough from her bow, to look up directly at his face in surprise.

"I'll tell you what, seeing as you're so willing, I'll take you up on being my servant, from here on. You want Hyperion restored to his normal self in exchange? Consider it done." He suddenly said, getting Themis to blink in surprise at how he'd actually agreed, and so fast too.

Theia was even more surprised at his agreement, despite choosing to hope for it. "Y-You mean it!?" That surprise gave way somewhat to elation, as his words registered though, with the Titaness jolting back up to a stand, momentarily forgetting about his words before those.

"Yes. However, I'll need proof of your conviction." He said, instantly calming her somewhat. "You just claimed you were willing to subdue him, if necessary, and make him grovel for me, so I'll put that to the test. Tomorrow, I'll lift my domain's hold on him, and when I do, if you are unable to make him kneel willingly… I want you to fight him, when he's fully recovered."

Both Titanesses eyes widened at this.

"You… want me to fight him…?"

"Yes, I do." The god of destruction nodded with a growing smirk, as he stepped closer to the shorter Titaness. "You can feel free to explain to him what's going on beforehand, but after that, if he refuses to cooperate and grovel before me, which I suspect he will, then my first order for you, to prove that you're actually serious about this, is to do battle with him, and defeat him at his best." He explained. "I'll be watching this play out, as you do, as well as listening in, so don't try to pull any funny business." He'd mainly be viewing it for his own amusement, getting to watch that oaf have to battle the goddess he was closest to.

The thought of him being outraged over the whole thing, her betrayal included, while getting his teeth kicked in by her, was a joyous fantasy he'd just cooked up, and would have brought into reality soon enough, as a form of entertainment.

"When he's defeated, in this scenario, don't worry about him being unconscious, if he ends up being that, as I'll take care of it. Once I do, force him on his hands and knees, begging for my forgiveness while swearing to never cross me again, lest he face the same consequences that Kronos did. And just so you know, I don't even care if the words that come out of his mouth are actually genuine or not, I just want to hear it." And watch him seethe helplessly at even having to utter them at all, while prostrated before him, whether or not he was battered and beaten while doing so, though him being so was certainly more appealing in Beerus' mind, given how much of a disdain he had for him. "Accomplish making him grovel for me either way, and consider him completely pardoned for his actions."

"U-Understood." Theia gulped and nodded in the affirmative. Her elation having somewhat turned to ash, metaphorically speaking, hating the very idea of having to battle and pummel her brother-husband into submission, if he refused to cooperate with her, but had known such an option was there, given her willingness to subdue him, if necessary, which would obviously involve having to use force on him. It was cruel to have her do that, if it came to it, but compared to the fate that already hung over him, let alone what Beerus had made clear he was willing to do to her partner, it was practically a kindness, almost, and certainly a lot better than Hyperion would have, otherwise, if she hadn't done this.

"What happens if she's unable to?" Themis decided to pipe in with a serious, yet inquisitive tone, knowing that her sister didn't have it in her to ask, as she obviously wouldn't even want to think of the possibility of failure, even though it was very much there, with who they were talking about. "What will you do, Beerus, if she's unsuccessful in what you've set out for her to do, even with her best?"

"Then Hyperion will go right back to how he is now, and suffer like that until such a time to where I feel like letting him off." Pfft. Like that would ever happen, under normal circumstances. He had zero issue with that bastard rotting away in his current state for all of eternity. It was more than well-deserved, as far as he saw it.

He was just as deserving of total destruction, too, but if he just did that, he'd never get to see the bastard grovelling at his feet, like he'd promised he and his ilk would be doing, not long after breaking out of Kronos' gut.

"So, in other words, Theia only has one chance for success. If she fails, that's it." The Titaness of divine law and order surmised astutely, with a frown.

"Yes, though frankly, I don't think she'll fail at all. Matter of fact, I'm sure she'll succeed, so there's no point concerning ourselves with her not getting the job done." He remarked with a knowing smirk that got a raised eyebrow from Themis, as he placed his hand on Theia's shoulder, and met her gaze. "Go and do whatever you wish, for now. I'll personally call for you tomorrow, when it's time."

"R-Right." Theia nodded again, hoping she could convince Hyperion to stomach the humiliation of grovelling at Beerus' feet, without having to fight him at all, but already mentally preparing herself to battle him, if needs be. What was this, after all, compared to remaining in a catatonic state of pure, indescribable agony for either eons, or even eternity itself, or being outright erased from existence, like Kronos had been?

With this deal, whilst it would hurt them both, in the moment, and no doubt drive a wedge between them that would last for a long time, they were both eternally-living beings, at the end of the day, so there was always a good chance that such wounds she was about to inflict, the emotional ones, would heal in time. And then, they could be back on good terms again, mending their relationship in their own time. Something that wouldn't be afforded to them, to her, if the other two options for his fate were what her brother-husband had to suffer through.

"Y-You have my gratitude for allowing this, Lord Beerus…" Theia bowed once more, before her body swiftly vanished, leaving behind those dissipating, golden specks, as well as the remaining two occupants in this room. Both of which were the only ones allowed in or out, until Themis removed the spell she'd cast on it, for the sake of their privacy, which was evidenced by the soft glow that permeated throughout the room. Barely noticeable to the eyes of any god, unless they were to gaze at the doorway, and see how the space of it softly shifted about.

Her magic, as she'd explained, also stopped any sound from leaving the room they were in, so anyone trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, if there were any, should be incapable of hearing anything that either said.

"You know, I could ask what makes you so sure she'll succeed in this endeavour, but I believe I already have an idea of what you might do, so I'll keep my lips sealed on that subject." Themis spoke up again, eying the destroyer critically, but also understandingly.

"Not going to argue with how I handled that, are you?" Beerus asked her with admittedly some small bit of curiousness, as his eyes zoned in on her.

"No." She shook her head. "Ultimately, I am of the opinion that Hyperion is deserving of punishment, for the choices he made. If he were to be restored and that was it, after Theia agreed to be your servant, I feel as though he'd be getting let off a little too lightly, for what he's done and what he threatened to do, which he most certainly would've followed through on, if allowed to. Having it be done this way ensures he still faces some form of punishment for his actions, after restoration. It is suitable enough, in getting the message across to him about crossing you, while being somewhat merciful, in that it's not something that lasts him eternity, or ends with him being eradicated, like our brother, Kronos was. A fate worse than any other, which could ever be given, as far as I see it. Even a lengthy or eternal stay in the gloomy chambers of Tartarus, in my opinion, doesn't measure up to such a horrific end."

"I see." Beerus nodded at her, eyes shining with a form of respect, hearing her reasoning. "Enough about that, then. Our business comes next. Would you prefer I start, or do you want to get your favours out of the way, first?"

"Get yours out of the way first." She said, without any hesitation. Her lilac eyes glued to his amber pools with an almost unnerving stare. "I am not ashamed to admit that what you said to me before, about having to tell me something about him, along with that look you gave, has held a strong place in my thoughts until now, and has given me a most unpleasant feeling of what you might have to say."

"That's fair, I suppose." Best to just rip this band-aid off quick, because I'm already sure I know how she'll react. The god thought to himself, before, without beating around the bush, he just came out with it, unafraid of her undoubtedly negative reaction to his coming news. "Your father, Ouranos, has requested of me, in return for his assistance in the war, to rid him of the state that Kronos put him in, and allow him to be restored to how he was, before he was cut up by the scythe."

Themis inhaled sharply. Her eyes widening and hands gripping the fabric of the bed she sat on hard enough to tear it apart in an instant.

For a brief moment, Beerus expected an angry explosion with quite a bit of shouting, at the very idea of him being restored. To the Titaness' credit, though, whatever she was feeling, she was able to rein it in enough, to where she calmed herself down, though her body language was still quite tense.

"And did you agree to do it…?" She asked, after what must've been an uncomfortable pause for her, with her eyes narrowed more sharply upon him then they'd ever been before.

"I haven't." A significant amount of tension left her body, at that reveal. "I merely told him that I'd think about it. And I still am, I guess." More like he'd forgotten about it, for the most part, being far more preoccupied with the celebration party, after he'd told the very Titaness before him that he'd need to speak with her later about him, but eh, details.

"It'd be best if you chose not to." She immediately remarked. Her tone even calmer, but he could sense the undercurrent of anger. None of it aimed at him, but at the heavenly god in question. "He may have been of assistance to us during the war, which is appreciated, but that will never have me, or any of my siblings, forget how he treated us, during the days he ruled the Universe. I don't doubt that the instant he regains what he lost, all that time ago, he will become a huge problem, in the future. I suspect he may even try to take back his former position as-"

"He already assured me he has no interest in becoming king again." He cut her off, before she could finish. His words stunning her for a very brief instant, but when her expression shifted to a more calculating, suspicious one, he could already see the counter she was about to make, in response, so he continued. "And as I said to him, even if he did have that as his true aim, I could always reduce him back to the state he's in currently, just as easily as I can restore him to form, if he becomes too uppity for my liking."

"I… I suppose you could…" Themis acknowledged after a moment of thought, breaking eye-contact with him, as she did, but her visage soon turned concerned, then, as she threw her stare back at him. "At the same time, though, I would not underestimate my father, if I were you. Remember, without the Ophiotaurus to give him that temporary boon, and the scythe that our mother granted him, Kronos would've never stood a chance against him."

"That fool never stood a chance against me, either, once I reached this level." Beerus snorted at such a comparison, before his gaze grew curious, once again. "Though I suppose that does bring up the question of just how powerful Ouranos really is, when at his peak? Because, if nothing else, should he choose to stand against me, if I restore him, he could make for a decent challenger, before I reduce him to his current state, once again."

He would destroy him for it, in that hypothetical scenario, but after giving such assistance during the war, he'd be nicer to him, if he did go down that path with him. Plus, there was also the fact that, he wasn't sure what kind of consequences would arise from eradicating a primordial like Ouranos. He'd gotten away with doing it to Kronos, because his power could separate him from the concepts he had merged with, so very long ago. With a primordial, however, from what he understood, they were different, having been born as the personification of their domain or domains from the very beginning. It may not actually be possible for his destruction to destroy Ouranos' being, without also destroying the concept he embodied simultaneously, that being the literal sky itself, which would no doubt cause some serious problems for the Universe as they knew it now.

"You certainly don't lack confidence, that's for sure…" Themis managed a small, but amused chuckle, her features never losing their serious edge. "That's well earned though, I guess. As for how powerful he is, when at his peak? I cannot say. He was never really pushed to show it, but I would comfortably presume he's, at the very least, as strong as my mother is."

Hmm. He'd never been able to sense just how powerful Gaea was, at her own peak, though he certainly knew of what she was comparable to, with what he could sense from her.

"I will reiterate, even with what has just been said, that I'd prefer if he were never returned to form. Even with the help he gave us, to see him have the punishment he's been forced to endure, which was very much earned, and which no amount of assistance he gave during the war could ever make up for, in my mind, be removed… I cannot express the sheer amount of revulsion I would feel, at such a reality." She didn't even attempt to hide her scowl. "It'd feel like, even after everything he did to me and my siblings in the past, he was just being let off with what might as well be a slap on the wrist, in the grand scheme of things, being able to simply return to his true state of being, like nothing happened…"

"Well, if him getting restored irks you that much, you could always use one of those favours you have over me, to keep him as he is, if you want." Beerus suggested, and it truly spoke of how much she reviled him, that Themis looked to genuinely consider such an offer. She had three favours, after all, so using one for this would still allow for two more of whatever she desired, within reason, of course.

"As… enticing as such a thing is… I will have to decline using one of my favours for that, specifically." She ultimately refused, with a shake of her head. "I would not want to waste one of such promises on something so petty, no matter how much I may revile him." And plus, she trusted the destroyer enough to take him at his word, when he said how he'd handle Ouranos, if he did decide to grant him what he wanted, and the bastard chose to turn on him, in the future, for any reason.

She ultimately, again, hoped he wouldn't restore that monster of a father to his prime, as seeing Ouranos able to take a more physical form and be able to become fully active, once more, would sicken her to no end. However, if Beerus did do it, she'd put her faith in him to handle that situation dutifully, as she had with other things in the past. Every one of which, he'd rewarded her for doing, by getting them done and never going back on his word, which she personally found to be his most endearing quality, if she was honest.

"Very well. His potential restoration remains solely up to me, then." Beerus nodded, slightly disappointed that he couldn't get her to spend one of those favours on something that would essentially take zero effort for him to do, but that didn't stop him from pivoting into the other reason they were here, at all, now that the subject had been brought up. "Seeing as I've said what I needed to, though, with us being on that topic of the favours I owe you, how about we get right into those, now, and get them out of the way?"

Themis sighed, but didn't argue with the change in discussion, as her body language seemed to relax further, and her scowl vanished. No doubt from going unto talking about something that directly benefitted her, rather than bringing up awful memories, he'd wager. "That's fair." She remarked, as she stood up from the bed, and made her way over to stand right in-front of him, as he fully turned toward her.

Her lips curled then, into a small smile, as one hand clasped over the other, below her waist. "To start off, do you recall that talk we had, prior to Hyperion's assault, which we never got back to?"

Beerus blinked and took a moment to ponder that, as a vague memory popped into his head. "I believe so. I think it was about you wanting to be rewarded for your services in the war, by being my council or something?"

"Indeed." She nodded. "More specifically, and primarily, I had wished to be rewarded by you, by being given the position I should've held under Kronos, in being the one who is responsible for making the laws that govern everyone and ensuring order is kept in the wake of them."

Ah, yes. He recalled that now. He also recalled that she'd said she'd assist him in his rule, in whatever way she could, along with throwing several compliments his way, about how well she thought he could do, as a ruler, and that with her guidance, he could learn how to govern well, as he'd have just as much of a say in the laws that would go up, as she would, if not more so, due to being king.

That'd been then, though, when he hadn't owed her any favours, and this was now, so it was possible she might want to alter that deal, which he'd never actually agreed to. It was not something he'd begrudge her, if she did, as if he was in her position, he may well do the same, just to be in a better position.

"Go on…" He coaxed her, waiting as patiently as he could, for what she would say.

"Before I do, I must ask, seeing as I recall our discussion in full, have you put those doubts you had to rest, about becoming king? Because for what I'm about to start off with, the answer is important." She told him with the utmost seriousness in her tone, as she stared him dead in the eye.

Ever so briefly caught off-guard by that probe, Beerus recovered quick enough that Themis barely even noticed the small shift in his expression, as he let out a breath.

"I have." He soon confirmed without hesitation. "No idea how good I'll be, but I'm willing to give being king a shot. See how well it goes."

"That's good to hear." She sounded genuinely happy to have heard him say that. "I have it under good faith that you have the potential to be a fine ruler, much better than your predecessors. All you need do, is learn from their mistakes and do not fall into the same holes that they did, which I'm sure you're more than capable of."

There was that same confidence she'd had before, when last they'd spoken about this, all but mirroring Rhea, as well. He had to humorously wonder what her opinion would be, if she knew of his conduct in his past life, and if that would change her perspective at all.

"Speaking of not making the same mistakes, that brings me comfortably to the first favour that I'll have granted." She segued wonderfully, at least in his opinion, to the topic he wanted to get over with, as she raised up a finger. "For my first favour that you promised to see done, I would want to see the position I spoke of not only assured, as I'm sure it would've been, but made irrevocable and something that cannot be inhibited. I want your guarantee that, no matter what may happen in the future, I will always maintain that esteemed position, to be the one who enacts the laws for your reign and maintains order amongst our kind, as well, along with said authority never being hindered in anyway."

Seriously? That was all she wanted for her first favour? A position by his side, making laws for him and acting as a personal guide, of sorts, which could never be revoked or held down?

"Done." Beerus agreed without hesitation. That was mutually beneficial for both of them, after all, and he knew her well enough at this point to know that she wouldn't become an abuser of such a position, even with an immunity to it being taken away. She was much too honest, for that. Too just, one might even say. "I see no issue with granting you that status."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Her small smile blossomed into a full one that partially stretched her cheeks in a cute manner, at his agreement to her first favour, as she lowered her finger. "I'll admit though, I had thought you might raise some issue with that, as, after all, being granted such a status is something that could lead to one becoming abusive of it."

"Had it been almost anyone else, other than you, I might have raised an issue, or outright rejected it. Having been around you long enough to get a feel for your character, however, you honestly come across as someone too disciplined to ever get that way." He told her in earnest, with a shrug. "Even with the few things I've seen you get more emotional over, like with Ouranos especially, it's also come from a logical place, having dealt with bad treatment and nonsense in the past in regards to it, which you've been given no proof to believe wouldn't come back, if the opportunity arose." And if his rule was truly as bad as had been claimed for all his children beneath it, then quite frankly, he'd no doubt feel even more vehement about Ouranos' situation, in particular, than she was, had he been forced to go through what she and her siblings, which included his mother Rhea, had went through. And at this point, he knew Themis was no liar, that was for sure.

"In other words, I trust you not to ever do that, Themis." He continued, giving her a nod of faith.

And besides, if by some surprise, she did end up abusing it, provided she didn't take it too far for his tastes, he'd let it slide, anyway. What was the worst she would do, anyway? Be a little harsher on punishments than necessary, for divine law breakers? Making a law that would benefit her, perhaps? That was the worst he could imagine from her, and that was minor shit, as far as he was concerned, that wasn't worth getting worked up over.

There was also the fact, of course, that after his drunken threat to destroy her, yesterday, there was also a promise left unsaid, that even if a punishment came her way from him in the future, destruction would never be it, due to its finality in ending her, which would, of course, break his word to her, just now.

That wouldn't be something he'd do to her anyway, at least not when he was in his right mind, unless she stepped way over the line with him on something he couldn't forgive. Which he genuinely couldn't imagine her doing.

The Titaness blushed at his words, feeling her spirits rise from hearing that he held such faith in her character, as she did for his. It was enough to have her smile turning quite beatific, as she eyed him with joy. "It means a lot to hear that from you, Beerus. I shall endeavour to do my utmost to show such faith is well-placed, in the future."

"Yes, I'm sure you will." He grinned back slightly in amusement, before his expression became more neutral. "On to your other two favours, though. What are they?"

"Oh, of course." She nodded, before raising two fingers this time. "The second one is quite simple, really, as it follows up on the first. Seeing as I'm aware that there are those capable of resisting my power, I would like it if you would lend your own power as well, in the case of those who may end up breaking any laws in the future, so as to ensure that nobody can just get away with doing so, and not truly paying the cost for it."

"No problem with that, either. Consider it done." Beerus readily agreed. Such an insurance policy made sense, after all. Also, with the power he'd hold as ruler, he could always get her to change any law he wanted, if he needed her to, should something like that come back to bite him, in some way. He was sure she wouldn't mind that, and it wouldn't count as hindering her duty, provided he didn't make a habit of it, or get too egregious with said alterations.

There was also the fact that he could always just not have his own power apply to himself, and her power alone would be insufficient to hold him, if he did end up breaking any laws she set with his backing in the future, somehow. That would definitely be a mockery of the authority he was granting her, though, and would definitely be him hindering her, by making her unable to perform one of her duties, though, which he'd already promised a moment ago wouldn't be something that would happen, so it'd be better to go with the first option, should he run into such a scenario.

"Excellent." She beamed even harder, looking quite pleased with how this had all gone, and that there had been no dispute at all, over the favours she'd wanted granted thus far. "With your assistance, I should be able to perform my future duties to their greatest efficiency."

"Now all that remains, is your third favour." Beerus remarked, somewhat more to himself than to her, feeling pleased with how smoothly this was going, himself. After all, so far, all she'd wanted were assurances for her position as his counsel. If this was all there was, then he was getting off easy, when it came to dealing with his debts to her, when he'd honestly been more expecting her to throw out some spicier requests that might make things more difficult for him, rather than easier, like they had been.

It was starting to look like he'd been concerned over owing her these for absolutely nothing. Perhaps he'd…

Wait, why was she glaring at him far more intensely than before? And why was her face blushing even harder, as well?

"Ah, yes… Now we come to this one…" In stark contrast to the look she gave, her voice sounded a little nervous. "I'll be upfront with you, Beerus. What I'm about to ask of you, before you allowed me another favour, after the little incident between myself and the drunk you, who was bereft of your usual senses, was actually something I've been dreaming about and have wanted for some time, but was not quite willing to compromise solidifying my position over for. With how things have turned out, though, it appears as if fate is on my side, at this very moment, to get this as well, which is most fortunate."

"Uh-huh…" Well, that much confirmed what was coming last had nothing to do with her position, like the previous two had.

Why did he now suddenly feel like there was an alarm bell beginning to ring in his head?

"At the risk of beating around the bush with you, Beerus, I'll just come out and say it." The Titaness pushed away the nervousness she was feeling, as she stepped closer to him. Close enough to where she was practically invading his personal space, with her chest grazing against him, and their feet so close together, as she upturned her head to maintain her lilac eyes' glare on his amber pools.

"I want to be a mother, and drunken conduct aside, you have proven yourself to me, through both words and action, to be the god I wish to sire my children with. So, for my last favour, I ask of you to become my consort, and in the process, become the father of my – of our – children."

"…Hah?" Mouth hanging open once again for today in shock, Beerus stared down at her with wide, almost googly eyes, as he raised up a twitchy finger. The alarm bell now tolling loudly in his head, but when it was far too late to matter. All while a certain part of his anatomy was ready to dance with joy, and probably would've too, if it had the limbs for it. "You want me to… marry and have kids with you…?"

"M-Marry?" Her own eyes widened a little, while her blush darkened slightly. "Well… I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, if you wish it so, but when I said consort, I more so meant a partner, or a lover, if you'd prefer. Our relationship need not hold more significance than that, in order to bear children together, though again, if you desired it, I wouldn't make any argument against such a union as marriage."

Oh. Well, that was good, seeing as he still had no interest in ever being married. If she wished to be his lover, that part, at this point, he didn't really have an issue with, personally. He was sure she'd be a fine first time for this body of his, and having sex with her would also greatly assist in getting his irksome genitalia under control, after its 'hunger', so to speak, was sated through enough coitus. However, it was the purpose of such a relationship, in him helping her bear children, which gave him pause, because as of now, like with marriage, he held zero interest in having children. Not yet, anyway.

Personal interest aside, though, he wasn't sure he could argue that such a request wasn't within reason, which was the only caveat he'd given her, when it came to these favours. He did, after all, gain pleasure from it through the sex, and from personal experience in this world, he knew that beings like them did not take anywhere near the same amount of time to grow up from snot-nosed brats to tolerable adults.

Or had that last bit been because of who was birthing them? It was very possible his mother may be a special case that wasn't a good example of all other goddesses, when it came to siring children, and how quickly they grew up, as she had mentioned to him before, in passing, that one of her domains was fertility. He probably should've asked her about that, but he hadn't cared enough to, back then.

Well, he certainly cared now, as there was a big difference between having to put up with children growing up from new-borns to adults in a number of years, as opposed to a number of weeks, which is what he and his siblings had taken, after being popped out in rapid succession week-to-week. "How long…?"

"How long what…?" Themis blinked in confusion, with a light frown.

"How long would it take our children to fully mature, if I choose to agree to that final favour of yours?" He pressed, his jaw working back under his control again, as he stopped gaping like an idiot.

"Ah…" She made a sound of recognition, before her expression became one of pondering. "Well, I'm not sure… When mother birthed me and my siblings, it took us about as long as it probably took you and yours to be fully grown, but then I've also bore witness to other goddesses give birth in the past, and it seems to vary. Some took longer, needing years to fully grow…" That earned a wince from Beerus that couldn't be hidden from Themis, as she continued. "Others, meanwhile, took shorter. I've even heard of some, such as the protogenoi, reaching full maturity either moments after birth, or already being fully grown when they are brought into this world."

"I see…" So, it was basically a lottery when it came to how long it took, he thought. Well, wasn't that just fine and dandy? Of course, this wacky world would just have to continue to be like that, wouldn't it?

"Forgive any rudeness if it is shown from me, Beerus, but I get the sense that you are unhappy at the prospect of our potential progeny taking time to mature. Is there a reason for that?" The Titan goddess couldn't help but press, but in the most respectful manner that she could.

"It's because I don't…" Beerus paused before he could list off his biggest gripes with babies. The god recalling again how Hestia and the rest of his siblings that'd been trapped in Kronos' gut with him, had been capable of intelligent and proper speech, even as infants. Something which, like he'd thought at the time, was not at all like any of the infants of species he'd seen in his old Universe, including from his original species, who did nothing other than cry and screech loudly for attention, causing great irritation for his ears. Some of them, like Poseidon and Hera, had still been annoying to him, but that had been entirely down to their attitudes, at the time, which he'd still take over near-endless screaming and crying from a regular baby any day of the week.

Come to think of it, he'd also never had to relieve himself by taking a piss or a shit, and didn't recall anybody he knew here having to do that, either, no matter what age they looked like, at the time. Heck, he'd personally consumed a frightening amount of food and drink the other day, far more than anyone else, and yet, he didn't feel any urge from his body to go and relieve himself of any waste. Was it possible that they, as deities here, just didn't need to? If so, that meant no need for potty training or having to worry about urine and excrement in a nappy or on the floor, stinking up the place and creating a horrendous stench for his nose, alongside a mess that would need to be cleaned up.

"Actually, you know what? I think I need to ask you some other things…" Beerus suddenly pivoted, making Themis raise a brow once more, though she motioned for him to go on, as he went and asked two now very burning questions on his mind. "Are all babies born like me and my siblings were, in that they can properly think for themselves and can talk for themselves? Also, would I have to be concerned about them making a mess by peeing and crapping, which would have to be cleaned up?"

Peeing and crapping? What in my mother's name is he on about…? Themis blinked in deep befuddlement at his second question, before choosing to answer his first question, which was something she could actually comment on. "Well, for the first thing you asked, as far as I know, that is indeed the case. I have yet to see a baby born, regardless of who their mother was, who could not think and talk for themselves. About the only thing I can tell you, is that the intelligence varies, and that's it."

Beerus felt his shoulders visibly sag in relief, hearing that, but steeled himself, in case her answer to the second one wasn't what he was hoping for. "That's good to hear. And the other thing I asked?"

Themis merely looked at him questioningly, and what she asked him next, was yet again a sign of how bizarre this world was, whilst simultaneously flooding him with hope, that the answer to his second question may be precisely what he was hoping for. "Before I respond, what do you mean when you say 'peeing' or 'crapping'? I have never heard those terms before."

Feeling a little awkward, admittedly, being in a situation where he had to explain something like this to someone, Beerus gave it his best shot anyway, hoping she'd either get his meaning and confirm the answer he wanted, or still have no idea what he was talking about, which was just as good.

"Well… you know what we have down here and here, right?" Beerus began, purposefully cupping his groin in full view of her eyes, and ignoring the irritable twitch he could feel from his roused manhood beneath his tunic, before turning sideways and pointing at his behind.

"…Yes?" She nodded, still not sure where he was going with this, but somewhat intrigued as well. "It's where our genitals and asses are. Everyone knows that."

If she'd said that in any other way, other than the innocently curious way that she had just know, such phrasing would've earned an irritated eye-twitch from the destroyer. "Yes, well, peeing and crapping comes from these two. The former is…" He paused to think about how he should phrase this. "Well, it's a stream of liquid released from either of our genitals and is usually either clear or sickly yellow in colour." He said, while attempting to pantomime the 'stream' flowing out with his hand and some motions near his crotch.

He then slightly hunkered down, and did a similar motion with his other hand right below his ass. It made him feel goofy as shit, pun not intended, but if it got the point across better, and had her give him the preferred answer he sought, than it was worth it, in his mind. "The latter, which comes from the ass like this, is almost always brown and…" He paused again, really having to think of how to describe it. "Well, the size varies, but the smell of it is just as awful as it looks…"

He then repositioned himself back into a more respectable stance, standing at his full height, before coughing into a fist to bury the slight embarrassment of having just done all that. "In case you're still lost, I've heard even your own brothers cry out another word for the latter, in shit. Does that jog anything in your mind?"

He was met back with an expression of someone clearly pondering over what he'd said, thankfully instead of just gawking at the motions he'd made and laughing, which would've pissed him off, as she propped her chin over the curled knuckles of her hand.

If she had found what he'd just done funny, though, she didn't show it, either on her face or in her eyes, which earned her an extra brownie point with him. Because if it was just a poker face, then it was a masterful one that he couldn't hope to replicate, and if not, then all the better.

Regardless, he gave her a moment to think on his explanation, and soon enough, her expression shifted into one that looked totally lost. "I'm afraid not." She replied, giving him one of the two answers he'd been hoping for, which brought further, noticeable relief to him, and made the silly movements he'd just done, indeed, feel worth it. "I have heard my brothers say the word 'shit', or some other variant of it before, yes, but I never really looked into it, other than it being a word uttered to express discontent, or as an insult. I did ask about it once, and I believe it was Koios who said that it merely referred to something foul, and that was about it." She explained with a shrug. "He didn't seem to know where it had originated from, so I simply let it go."

…Seriously?

She then gave him another curious glance. "You know… I would ask how you know about this… 'peeing' and 'crapping' you speak of, in such detail, but it's rather obvious you must've seen it, at some point, or perhaps even done it yourself, which is why you're asking me this…" She rationalized, to which Beerus nodded at, as it was correct that he had, just never here, in this dimension. Not that he'd slip that detail, of course.

"Hmm…" She hummed then, thinking to herself about something, before, with a straight face, despite an apparent blush, she asked a question that caught the god of destruction completely off-guard. "If it's not too much trouble, and not impertinent to ask… just so I can get a better idea of what you're talking about, would you mind actually showing me those two things, if possible?"

"Eugh!... Absolutely not!" Beerus recoiled at the mere thought, as he flat out rejected her request, his voice rising almost comically as he did, as his expression becoming swiftly disgusted with a cringe. The sheer power behind his voice in that moment blowing Themis' hair back and startling the Titaness into taking a step back with the vehemence of his response, her eyes going wider in surprise.

"O-Okay! I was just asking out of curiosity…" She waved her hands towards him in a placating gesture. "Clearly that was impertinent of me to ask. You have my apologies, Beerus. I held no intent to offend…"

"Agh…" Beerus immediately calmed down, before his hand started rubbing the back of his head, as he felt a small bit of sheepishness, knowing what she'd said was true, and that he'd gone a little too overboard with his reaction. "It's fine… Just didn't expect you to bluntly ask that to my face. Being watched while doing stuff like that would be downright repulsive." It looked like he'd never have to, in this world, but if he ever did, for whatever reason, it would be in the privacy of a personal bathroom, or something to that effect, where he was alone. He didn't need, nor ever want an audience for business like that, thank you very much!

"Understood. I'll be more careful with my words, should this topic ever come up again." She promised. A gesture he appreciated, even if it was pointless, ultimately, given it was almost certain that it wouldn't, with the information he had now.

He didn't have the faintest clue why they even had asses now, if none of them shat, no matter if they consumed food or not, but eh, he wasn't going to bother thinking on it. It was a waste of time pondering the oddities of this place and its denizens, at this point. All it did was bring forth headaches for him that weren't needed.

"So, with your questions out of the way, might I ask about your response to my final favour?" Themis asked, swiftly bringing them back to the heart of the conversation. "I'd like to think it's not too much of an ask, considering what I asked of you before, and you agreed to," Her eyes narrowed perceptively. "but if you have any further, potential misgivings about it, please do let me know."

Heh. Caught on quick to the real reason I was asking those, huh? Can't say I expected any less of her, to be honest. Beerus though with some small bit of amusement, at his true intentions with his questions being identified. Something which he wasn't at all embarrassed by.

Back on topic, though. Objectively speaking, she wasn't wrong. With the information presented to him now, her first favour was easily more egregious, given the absolute protection it gave her, in regards to her being his council, and the maker of laws, and so forth, yet he'd allowed it, purely because he knew of her character, and also because having her in said position was a benefit to him.

If she'd overreached and asked for said children she wanted to have exclusive benefits, like say, for example, being the only ones who were eligible to take over, in case he chose to abdicate the throne, or something of that nature, then sure, he could say she was being unreasonable. He'd like to be able to make such decisions himself, after all, if such a thing occurred, and not have his choices limited to spawn exclusively from her, whom there was no guarantee he'd even like, in the future, whether they were his or not.

She hadn't pushed for anything like that, though. She simply wanted to be a mother of her own kids, and wanted him to be the father. She hadn't even specified he explicitly be there to raise them with her, which in itself wouldn't even be a tall ask, when they started out able to think and speak for themselves, unless they were an absolute dumbass or had a dreadful personality that would easily get on his nerves in no time. He didn't doubt she'd prefer he be there in such a capacity, of course, and a part of him would feel obligated to be there for his own spawn, but he didn't have to, going off what had been asked. That would be more his own choice, and with what he now knew, because he knew she wasn't lying to him, it wouldn't be anywhere near the kind of hassle he'd originally envisioned, whenever he'd thought about the bearing of children.

Now, did that mean he'd changed his mind on personally having no interest in siring any, as of yet? No, not really, but it did make the prospect of it sound much more manageable and far less off-putting than it had before, for him.

It also made her request sound fine, he supposed, as a special case where he made an exception to not wanting children, as of yet, provided she wasn't asking for an obscene amount of children. Speaking of which…

"How many children are you thinking of, here?" He asked, and he visibly saw her eyes light up, knowing he'd only ask such a question, if he was willing to agree, based on the answer. "I personally don't have interest in having any, at the minute, but if this is your final favour, I'll make an exception for you, provided it's not a ridiculous number you've got cooked up in your head."

"A few will do me fine. I don't need you to give me a load of them." She responded kindly, politely, excitedly even. Her lips spread out once more into a beatific smile that could rival the sun's rays itself.

Or was it more accurate to say himself given it wasn't merely a ball of hot gas here, but a god unto himself, in Helios? Eh, he wouldn't sweat the details. Almost everything was presided over and personified by a god in this world, it seemed, so making such a distinction was likely pointless, anyway.

"Alright then." He nodded at her words. "If only a few will do for you, then we'll do the deed, if that's what you really want, and we'll get you pregnant twice."

Two pregnancies, two children. That counted as a few. On the lowest possible end, yes, but it counted, and satisfied the condition of her favour, given that specifying 'children' meant asking for more than one kid.

Why had he phrased it like that, though? Simple. Even though it was a very vague memory in his brain, from a time long before he'd started training to be a god of destruction, in Universe 7, he recalled his uncle using a similar trick when his wife had been nagging him to death about wanting plenty of children. The old coot had phrased it himself that way because, in his own words, "It's possible to have multiple kids in one go. If she agrees and it doesn't happen, she can't start nagging at me about it, because all that really means, is she wasn't lucky enough."

Taking a page from that guy's book, he was pretty much using the same logic. She was most likely to have just two, which he suspected would be the case, but if she was lucky enough, she may have an extra one during one or both pregnancies, and that should keep her hopeful and agreeing to his terms here, in case she wanted more than two kids. And obviously, he knew the odds of it happening once, let alone twice, where she birthed multiple kids, was incredibly low. So low that he barely even concerned himself with the notion that she would on either future pregnancy, finding it more laughable than anything else.

No, seriously. If his mother, who had domains specifically for the bearing of children, unlike Themis, had only managed one set of twins, and that was purely because he had been sent here for rebirth, then what in heaven's name were the chances that Themis would even pull off a multi-birth once, let alone twice?

"Two pregnancies?" She mouthed, looking on at him in complete surprise.

"Is that too low a number for you?" He narrowed his eyes, prepared to hit her with his reasoning, if he had to.

"A-Ah! No, no." She said quickly while shaking her head, her cheeks flushing again. "Two should be more than fine, Beerus." The destroyer could've sworn he saw a look briefly flash through her eyes of potentially knowing something that he didn't, but he shrugged it off, as she nodded graciously and gratefully, with that smile he thought of as cute still etched across her features. "Those should do quite nicely. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He nodded, feeling grateful himself that this little chapter was pretty much wrapped up.

Well, almost wrapped up, anyway.

Beerus grinned, sensing the opportunity to rid himself of a particularly irksome affliction there and then, and in a way that suited him better than the alternatives. "Now, seeing as your barrier is still up, and we have our privacy, at the minute…" He eyed the bed in a very obvious way, before gazing back at her, undoubtedly affected mentally by his arousal, which had now started to peel through the defence of sorts that Rhea had given him, as he felt the increasing aches of his middle leg. "How about you and I start on that final favour now?"

Themis blushed a little more, and he fully expected her to be on-board with it, given there should be no better time than now, but he was left quite stunned by her answer.

"Apologies, Beerus, but as much as I'd love that, I'm going to have to decline, for the moment."

The destroyer balked at the genuinely apologetic-looking Titaness with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Hah?"

"I have always been one who believes in duty before pleasure." She continued with a straight face. "And you, my soon to be king, have an obligation to attend to today, which I believe is a little more important than coitus, which we can always engage in after."

Beerus' eye twitched in legitimate irritation now. "And pray tell, what obligation would that be?"

"The doling out of punishments for those who stood against us during the war, of course. The very thing you pushed to have happen today, rather than yesterday, on account of you wanting to celebrate your victory first?" She answered easily. "It would be prudent of you to get that finished as soon as possible, as it is the first real act you'll make before everyone, as you solidify yourself, as the Universe's next ruler. How you handle this and what you choose to do will be quite important, and will let many know what kind of king you'll be."

Seriously? She wanted him to do that first? He had all day for that, though!

"Please. Treat this as the first advice I give you as your counsellor, Beerus." She went on smoothly, politely, almost as if she could read his mind.

Beerus pinched his eyes closed and let out an exasperated release of air, as he briefly upturned his head, almost as if to ask a higher being beyond the heavens if they were messing with him, or not.

He momentarily considered agreeing, and then choosing to just destroy all those fools to get it over with as quickly as possible, but he soon shot that hasty and aggravation-driven decision down. Because he still wanted to see the remainder of Kronos' closest and strongest allies, in his brothers and nephew, grovel before him, like he would with Hyperion tomorrow, and he couldn't see that if he just went and immediately eradicated them from existence.

Oh, yeah. And he supposed that if he just annihilated all of those deities off-rip, that could cause some serious hassle for him from the remaining gods who either sensed it happening, or found out about it later, after they awoke, which he'd rather not deal with.

He didn't fear a reprisal from any of them, but there was no denying that doing something like that, even if they were his enemies during the war, could and probably would turn almost everyone else against him, and it wasn't hard for him to see why.

Kronos' destruction was understandable, but had still brought along great concern and fear from most of his own allies, at first. If he did it again, but this time, on a grander scale, eradicating thousands upon thousands at once, while he personally wouldn't feel anything from it, there would be no doubt that he'd have many wondering if him being in-charge was any better than his predecessors, at that point, or if he wasn't the worst of them.

He could say he didn't care what they thought, but he had promised to do his best to Rhea, and if he was even slightly trying to follow the advice given by the Grand Priest before he was sent here, then he'd have to at least try and make a better example, rather than just take the route he was most used to taking. Which was wiping out anyone and everyone without a second thought, if they displeased him enough, something that all those who'd stood against his side and taken their lot up with Kronos had done for that alone.

He also considered just dumping them all in Tartarus, and dusting his hands of it, as that place basically was a prison, and would be a suitable place to leave them to rot without thinking anymore on it, for the foreseeable future.

That only made Gaea pop into his head, though, and recall how hard she'd pushed to get her children, the Hekatonkheires and Cyclopes out of there, as she despised the notion of any spawn of hers that she cared for being imprisoned. And he knew that while her care for Kronos had died some time ago, her love for her other children that'd followed him hadn't. She'd basically said as much to him, herself. If he threw all his enemies in there, though mainly her children, that would only have her getting deeply upset with him.

Matter of fact, Gaea was also another reason why simply destroying his enemies was also a bad idea, too, as that would only upset her even more, primarily again, when it came to the elder Titans.

Like with any other god, he didn't fear a reprisal from her, however, after all the help she'd given him, in this world, which he'd definitely needed, and leaving aside any irksome teasing on her end, being nothing but kind to him, it didn't feel right to throw all of that back in her face, by basically taking a page out of his bastard father's book.

Though he'd never admit it openly, he held her in quite high regard for her contributions, and to a certain extent, he did care about her and her opinions. Striking her with grief over sending those fools to Tartarus, or worse, eradicating them from reality, was not something he wanted to do. He couldn't give less of a shit about the elder Titans themselves, but she did. And while he was certain she wouldn't get up in arms over other punishments, chucking them in Tartarus, which he already knew she'd hate, or worse, destroying them, were two punishments that, if enforced, would obliterate any good will between them, just as it had for Kronos, who'd done the former, beforehand.

Yeah. Definitely not using Tartarus, either, at least not as an immediate punishment, anyway. He'd rather not end up with a sour relationship with his once-teacher of this world, or invite such a blatantly direct comparison to Kronos, by, in a way, following in his footsteps.

Ah, darn it. Why did Themis have to get him thinking about this crap, instead of just agreeing to his proposal, so they could get half of her last favour out of the way, while doing something he'd actually find pleasurable?

"Fine." He ultimately agreed with her, though his grumble made it clear he wasn't happy about it. "We'll do the punishments first. Please go to the Hekatonkheires and tell them to gather all those morons up together, including the ones they crushed under boulders. This hopefully shouldn't take long…"

Themis nodded obediently at his request. "But of course, Bee… no, Lord Beerus." She corrected herself, smiling knowingly. "If you're going to be king, it's about time I honoured you with the appropriate title, hehe."

With that little, cute laugh at the end that suited her, her body glowed gold before vanishing away, leaving the usual, dissipating flecks behind.

"I'd have preferred if you honoured me with pleasure before duty, but I suppose that's a start." The god grumbled somewhat pettily, admittedly, given he'd still get the pleasure anyway, before exhaling once more, as he turned and made his way for the door, trying to put his mind on what exactly he should give as punishments, if immediate destruction was off the table. All while going back to ignoring the agitating 'snake' beneath his tunic, which wished to be freed and set loose on something to sate its hunger on, and that was with Rhea's power supressing it.

As soon as he exited the room, however, with his body phasing through the magical block on the doorway, given Themis' spell was still active, he came face-to-face with the smiling form of Prometheus barely two feet away from him. His tunic, thankfully, on his person, with his pulled behind his back.

Right away, before a word had even been uttered, Beerus felt his suspicion rise dramatically.

"Hey there, Beerus! Was just wondering if I could have a moment of your time, if that's not too much trouble?" The 2nd generation Titan asked innocently enough, but the odd twinkle in his eyes had Beerus' guard instinctively up, despite him and the Titan being on good terms with one another. Not for any physical attack, of course, as both knew that would be a whole other level of stupidity to do, but rather, for whatever the heck Prometheus had to speak to him about.

"I guess it's not. Try not to waste my time and make it quick, though." The purple-haired deity soon answered back with a tone that left no room for argument, as he wasn't in the mood for any nonsense.

"Oh, this won't be a waste of your time, I assure you!" He flashed him a confident, friendly smile, which was also laid back and easy-going, as he pushed forward a small bit and placed a hand on Beerus' shoulder. "For starters, though, before I get to the more serious stuff, I'd just like to thank you, for your cooperation."

Beerus pulled a face on him, while raising a bemused eyebrow. "Cooperation? Is this about that project of yours? The one to create a new race of Man?" He asked, his memory jogging back to the only thing he could think of, which could prompt him to say something like that, as such phrasing didn't work for anything that had to do with the war.

"In a way, yes." He nodded gratefully, looking highly amused in that moment. "To cut a long story short, me and my brother made a bet about how many bowls of food and goblets of nectar you'd consume during the celebration, and whoever got the closest, was the winner, and could ask the other for any favour they'd like, which, thanks to your bottomless appetite, I actually lost, which has never actually happened before, but there's a first for everything, I suppose." The Titan shrugged, looking utterly unbothered by the defeat. "We were both way off from what you ended up managing to push down into that endless pit of yours, but my brother's guess was closer than mine, and that's what counts."

The Titan's words had Beerus further raising his eyebrow, this time, with the slightest flash of amusement. "Hold on, don't tell me you actually counted everything I ate and drank, all the way up to the end of the celebration?"

"Sure did! And I have to say, I've never seen anyone consume as much as you did. Me and Epimetheus, who got badly drunk after clearly winning the bet, as a way of celebrating, were almost in awe, to be honest." The Titan remarked with a laugh, as he playfully tapped a finger against Beerus' gut. "Altogether, by the time you left, you'd gobbled down a hundred bowls of ambrosia and Demeter's food each and had sucked down almost a hundred-and-fifty goblets of nectar!" The Titan god looked like he could hardly believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. "It was kind of surreal to watch, I can't lie to you!"

The Titan made no mention of any of his antics, but Beerus knew, based off what Styx had said, that Prometheus had most certainly witnessed them all, as well. If he could remember how much Beerus had consumed, which was a detail that was easily lost, if he allowed himself to get as badly drunk as even the average god or goddess, at the celebration, then there was very little chance he didn't know of some of it, at the very least.

The Titan made no move to actively mention any of it to him, though, so neither did Beerus. Either he saw it as not worth mentioning to him, given he was essentially in an out-of-character moment, or he did know that he knew of what happened, via his future-sight, and actively chose not to mention anything, hazarding an accurate guess that it would only displease him to hear any more about it.

Regardless of his reason for why he kept silent on it, he was wise to do so, nonetheless.

"In any case, Epimetheus surprised me, by having his request be that I allow him to be fully involved with my project, which you're allowing me to do. He also wanted to expand it, just to see what we could come up with, beyond the race of Man, and I'm all for it. You don't mind if such an expansion happens, right?"

Beerus just shrugged at the question, not caring at this point. "Not really, no. Provided it doesn't negatively impact me in anyway, you can expand it all you like."

The Titan flashed his pearly-white teeth with a genuine beam. "Great. I had a feeling you'd be fine with it, but it never hurts to make sure."

"Whatever you say." Beerus had to supress the urge to roll his eyes, before cutting straight to the point, as he felt a small bit of impatience bubble. "So, what's the 'serious stuff' you mentioned before?"

"Yeah… that." The Titan's voice turned much more serious, despite the smile and air of friendliness he still held. "Okay… I'll just be upfront with you about why I really sought you out. It's to do with the punishments, specifically the ones for my brothers and niece, and it isn't just me who chose to seek you out for this reason, either…"

As if on cue, Beerus heard some footsteps from down the hall, and turned in their direction. His eyes blinking in a form of surprise, when he saw none other than Iapetus coming forward, looking quite nervous, yet somewhat hopeful, at the same time, as their eyes met.

"H-Hello there, Beerus…" The Titan sounded awkward, to put it mildly, as he greeted the destroyer in a far more polite manner than he ever had before, while coming to a stop just under two metres ahead of him. "I know my presence like this no doubt comes as a surprise, but please, rest assured, I am not here to pick a fight, nor am I here to challenge your authority. As my son said, I am but here to speak with you about the coming punishments for those defeated by you and your allies… Which I'm fully aware would also include me, should you wish it so."

"And yet, even knowing that, you came to me." Beerus acknowledged. For both the bravery, and for the back-breaking stupidity of such a decision, in equal measure. "I presume you must've surrendered during the fighting, and chose to flee, given you're unaffected by the power of my domain, which keeps those who are unconscious remaining so, until I decide they can wake up?"

"That he did." Prometheus spoke up for him, letting go of Beerus' shoulder, as the destroyer's gaze shifted between him and his father. "Apologies, Beerus, as I seem to have forgotten to tell you that earlier."

"Eh, it's fine. Not like it makes any difference, really." The destroyer shrugged, as either way, it was obvious the elder Titan had given up, and even if he hadn't, and this all just a ruse on his part, he could easily slap him down, if he had to. "So, what is it about the punishments that has brought you both to me, like this?"

Even as he asked that, Beerus got the feeling he knew what it may've been about, and sure enough, Prometheus revealed it for the both of them, without hesitation.

"We are hoping that, while appropriate, none of them will involve any of them being destroyed like Kronos was." The future-seeing Titan explained with a serious look to him.

Beerus rose a brow, with his suspicion confirmed, whilst bemusement yet again pulsed over him. "Is that all? Not going to try and have them pardoned from punishment, in general? Just hoping that it's not destruction I will bring to them?"

"We are aware that they – myself included, again, should you wish it so – are not deserving of any sort of special treatment, as they've done nothing to earn such a thing…" Iapetus spoke up again, his voice still nervous, with a resigned nature to it, which gained a resoluteness to its air, when he uttered his following words. "Much as I don't want to see them or myself punished, such emotion doesn't matter, and is miniscule next to my desire, as well as my wife's and my son's, here, to not see any of them meet the same end that my brother did merely a day ago…"

"Quite right." Prometheus nodded in full agreement. "As of late, to say that me, my father here, my brothers and niece have been opposed, would be an understatement. However, even with all the animosity that has been present between us, for some time now, they are still my kin, at the end of the day, and the thought of seeing and feeling them be erased, as Kronos was… it is not a sensation I wish to bear."

"Nor I, your mother, or anyone else who cares for their family." The elder Titan swallowed, as though feeling his mouth become too dry to properly speak, as he cast his head down in shame. "Admittedly, of course, up until yesterday, I don't think I could've done much more of a poor job at demonstrating that, myself, with my actions. I truly was a fool."

"Now that, I certainly won't argue with." Beerus casually interjected, while turning his sights more unto Iapetus. "As I understand it, you even had a heads-up from your son here about the future well in advance, and how it showed Kronos' defeat at my hands, yet you stubbornly chose to remain by Kronos' side, instead of taking your future-seeing son's, until it no doubt became apparent that Prometheus was right, and nothing was going to change that."

The last, tiny gasp of Iapetus' pride screamed at him inwardly to curse out at the fact that Ouranos had chosen to get involved, and if he hadn't, Kronos' side would've won. He held it down and crushed it, however, knowing that Ouranos' involvement was practically destiny made manifest, after the curse he'd placed on his younger, now erased brother, which had effectively damned him to fall, the moment they had slew their father.

Their arrogance, and Kronos' especially, in thinking they could defy the curse of their father, as well as defy the odds that got increasingly stacked against them, was their own folly. In truth, judging from how things had turned out, they never had a chance at all. It was merely wishful thinking and nothing more.

"What you say is true." The elder Titan admitted, showing genuine regret before the destroyer, at his actions, as his head bowed further, and his shoulders slumped. "I was led by my pride and loyalty to your father, constantly convincing myself that we could win, that my son's vision was wrong. I fought against him and my other son, Epimetheus, and no matter the pain it caused me, I did so, believing that the side I had picked would come out victorious in the end, and that I could bargain with your father to spare my 'wayward' sons from any harm." The Titan glanced in his son's direction. "As I've said before, I have been foolish, making a grave error in judgment, which I stubbornly stood by until yesterday, and now, look to be paying the consequences for."

"Well, I suppose it's good to see that you realized that much, at least, and rather than continue to fight on pointlessly like an idiot, chose to stand down and retreat to wherever it is that you did." The purple-haired god acknowledged. "Your final actions during the war are similar to those of your sister Theia, though unlike you, who fled the battlefield, she took things a step further, and actively joined my side by taking down one of her own former allies personally. Another brother of yours, if I'm not mistaken."

"Krios. My uncle, yes." Prometheus once again answered for his old man. "He's the father of Pallas, the one who betrayed Styx' trust as her consort, if you recall."

"I do." Purely because Styx herself had mentioned it enough, and with her being one of his closest allies, that piece of information had been filed away in his brain. Though, admittedly, he had almost forgotten the name of her ex-consort, as it didn't really matter, what with him having been taken down early on, and already punished by Styx herself for his idiocy.

If memory also served him right, she'd said she would release him after the war, from his prison beneath her river, where he was free to wander wherever he wished, and could even remain in the same home they'd shared before they'd chosen different sides in the war, if he wanted to. Not that there'd be any warmth there, after the decisions he'd made, as his relationship with the eldest Oceanid was as done as done could get, as far as she was concerned.

Beerus was almost tempted to have him dragged out so he could punish him too, for standing against him, knowing that Styx wouldn't really be opposed to it, but he chose to let the god off. After whatever Styx and her kids had done to him, he was as repentant as he was going to get for his actions, if Styx was to be believed, and would never dare to challenge his family, let alone Beerus and his, ever again.

Iapetus himself showed no visible reaction to the revelation that he'd just dropped on him in regards to Theia, which told him quickly that the elder Titan already knew of that event's occurrence, so the destroyer moved on.

"Regardless, due to her actions, I was willing to pardon Theia from punishment." Technically speaking. Having her beat the shit out of Hyperion herself and forcing him to grovel tomorrow could, in itself, be seen as just as much a punishment for her, as it was for him, though that was hardly Beerus' thought process behind that recent decision. "You, on the other hand, while you did cease fighting us, and have clearly surrendered, you didn't switch sides and fight alongside us, to prove your worth, like she did. So, please…" The destroyer's eyes narrowed sharply, as he stared coldly over at Iapetus, curious as to what his response to his next words would be. "Elaborate for me on why I shouldn't just disregard your reason for coming here, and set you up for your punishment alongside the rest, right now? One which, yes, could indeed involve the immediate destruction of all of you."

That last part was a lie, but Beerus wasn't about to say that. Not when he wanted to see how the older Titan would respond.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the look Prometheus sent his way, one which showed how sharp his senses were, at the minute, and how clever he was, that he didn't buy the last part of what he'd just said at all.

Then again, it was entirely possible he foresaw this exact interaction already, and knew how it would play out, but just didn't say anything. Knowing Prometheus, it could be either or even both options at the same time, as they were hardly mutually exclusive.

"If it's something you truly wish to do, then there's nothing I can say to have you change your mind. And nothing I could do about it, either, as you hold the power to easily get rid of me, if you desire it so." Iapetus almost stated calmly, but Beerus could see the cracks in the Titan's barely-crafted mask, which he didn't even attempt to conceal, as his eyes shone with worry and fear.

His resoluteness did not waver even a little, however, as before Beerus' surprised eyes, Iapetus willingly lowered himself down to his hands and knees, fully humbling himself in the process, as he bowed his head until it touched the floor.

"In light of this… I beg of you to hear my plea, just this once. Please, whatever fate may befall them, at your discretion, I beg of you…" His voice slightly cracked. "let not their punishment be oblivion. Whatever it takes, I will offer whatever I must, to make sure this is not so. Even if it means absolute humiliation before all, and never-ending torment, so long as my sons, and my granddaughter are spared the end that Kronos was dealt, I will go through it. I promise you I will!" His voice rose then to a shout, carrying through the hallway and out into the central hall itself, with complete determination and sincerity, as he kept himself prostrated. "I beg of your forgiveness, and I beg for your mercy, oh mighty destroyer of Kronos. Please… I know I may not be deserving of it, but please… grant this damned fool a shred of clemency, not for himself, but for his kin…"

"Father…" Even fully empathising with and having known his father was willing to commit to such an act, actually seeing it and hearing him speak such words with total honesty still left Prometheus somewhat shell-shocked, as he'd never seen his father go to such lengths. Not for an apology, not for a request, not for anything, no matter who they were, or how he may've slighted them. His pride was too great to ever lower himself like he was now, even if he personally felt bad about something, which was exceptionally rare before the war.

For the 2nd generation Titan, it truly did reinforce how much his father believed he'd messed up, not just in following Kronos, but allowing the equally, if not more stubborn Atlas, the rash Menoitios, and Kalypso to do so as well, knowing what it had led to. What it was always going to lead to, as he now believed, and only arrogance had him believing otherwise beforehand.

There was no other way to put it. This was grovelling at the destroyer's feet. Just as Beerus had said to his father, brother, and his father's brothers, who were present when he escaped Kronos' stomach, which he'd found out for himself, from both his father shortly after the exchange, and again from Beerus himself during brief conversation, that he'd have them doing. Such was the case now, where his father was proving Beerus' proclamation true.

"Heh. Well, can't say I expected you to willingly grovel before me, like this, but I'm certainly not going to be complaining about it." Beerus remarked with a smirk, as he swiftly overcame his surprise at the act being done before him, not only by the Titan's free will, but in earnest, rather than in a purely begrudging way that held no true honesty, which is what he'd actually been expecting from all those he'd make grovel before him. The act being meant purely as a humiliation in his mind, after all.

Getting such a genuine one, however, it came as a pleasant surprise and put him in a better mood. This, however, didn't stop him from truly testing the Titan's will, wanting to see just how far he was willing to go, as he stepped forward. His aura rising out of his body like a mist, causing the air around him to ripple, and the space to distort, as his feet stopped mere inches from the Titan's skull, and with the utmost serious-sounding tone, as he glared down upon him, he asked him one simple thing.

"Would you be willing to continue pleading for such leniency with your sons and granddaughter, if the price was you alone being destroyed in their place, just as Kronos was?"

Beerus saw the Titan flinch under such words, especially as he no doubt felt his power leaking out, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them. In that instant, he expected him to stutter even worse than he had, when he'd first greeted him a moment ago, perhaps squirming a little, as he hesitated on giving an answer to that.

To the destroyer's pleasant surprise, once again, he was given none of that, as he heard the Titan ever-so-briefly clench his teeth, before, without even a hint of deceit or hesitation, he bellowed his answer with all the force of will and honestness available to him, which even took Prometheus off-guard.

"I would!" His head nearly cracked the floor, with how hard he pushed his forehead against it, as Beerus could've sworn he felt a slight tremor within the palace, as well. "Even if it means being sent to oblivion myself as punishment, if it means my sons and granddaughter are spared that most terrible of fates, which is worse than any other, to atone for my own idiocy, I will gladly do so!"

"F-Father… you of all people… would actually go that far…?" Stunned to his core at his father's words, even the future-seeing Titan had not thought his father would be willing to even let destruction be on the table for him, if it meant that Atlas, Menoitios and Kalypso were spared of it.

"Evidently, he would." Beerus answered for the younger Titan, once again, sensing not a lick of a lie in the proclamation from the elder Titan. If anything, he'd be hard-pressed to think of anyone who'd made any kind of claim, and sounded more genuine than Iapetus had, just now. "Can't say I expected that, either. At least, not so readily, anyway."

Killing off his aura and making the atmosphere go back to normal, Beerus grinned down at the Titan, feeling quite satisfied with the grovelling he'd been given by his once-foe. "If nothing else, you've impressed me with your dedication to ensuring your kin continue to exist. So, you know what? I give you my word, that none of them shall be given the same fate as Kronos, for any of their punishments."

Iapetus started, before jolting up on his knees to stare wide-eyed at Beerus in shock. "Y-You do!?"

"I do." Beerus nodded, feeling some small bit of amusement at his reaction, knowing himself that he'd didn't plan on erasing them to begin with. At least, not for this current set of punishments, anyway. "Rest assured, that while I will still punish them in some form, it won't be through destroying them. They will live. The same courtesy, also extends to you, by the way."

Iapetus let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, as his body sagged in overwhelming relief, as his voice became much lower. "T-That's… good… Thank you…"

The father of four caught his son Prometheus smiling at him, in an 'I told you so' way, and almost let out a laugh, despite the situation. Then again, he'd have hardly blamed himself if he did, given he just had it confirmed that his sons, his granddaughter, and even himself, were not going to meet the same end as his younger brother had.

"Don't go thanking me just yet. As I just said, they are getting punished still, just not with the worst one I could give." Beerus reminded him, before deciding to throw him the other bone. "Well, that and Tartarus. Nobody will be getting sent there, either, as an immediate punishment, as I've got other things in mind, which I feel are more appropriate than sending them to the same place your other brothers were forced to be in, until recently." He said, mostly lying through his teeth, as he'd yet to nail down any good punishments to give, just yet. But again, they didn't need to know that.

"Matter of fact," He added, as he recalled the fate he'd already dealt out to one of them, earlier. "I can tell you one of them right now, for Menoitios is basically already serving his punishment, with his ass helplessly buried underneath a mountain, for some time to come."

"Buried… beneath a mountain?" Iapetus blinked. He must've placed him under it when he was defeated, he supposed.

If that were all there was to it, though, then how come he couldn't sense his rage-fuelled son, in the slightest, whilst his brother and uncles could be?

His expression must've been like an open view at Helios, whilst the Titan rode through the sky, in how obvious it was, for Beerus was swift to answer that for him. "If you're wondering why you can't feel him, it's because of the damage I dealt to him, before the mountain, which was infused with my power, dropped on top of him. His presence is simply too weak to be felt, by anybody, right now, though he is still, of course, alive." Barely, Beerus would imagine, and in a very abysmal manner, but alive and existing, nonetheless.

Iapetus felt the compulsion to ask which mountain he was under, but also felt as though he'd be pushing his luck, by doing that, as Beerus would likely see that as him wishing to know, so he could pull him out from under there.

And he wouldn't be wrong for it, either, as the father in him did in fact feel the desire to do so. Though, of course, he'd have to hold himself back from such a brash action that would, humorously enough, be quite befitting of his son's character, were their roles reversed. Him being under it was meant to be his punishment, after all, or at least part of it, so he'd only be getting both of them in trouble, more than likely, with the god before him, if he were to commit to such an action.

Wisely, he chose not to say anything more about his most unruly child. Instead, putting faith in Beerus's words when he said 'some time to come', as they implied a limited timeframe, rather than an eternal one, which meant that, one day, perhaps not soon, but eventually, he would be released from the burden he'd been given, and allowed to wander freely, once more. And that in itself was way more than he could've asked for. And was certainly better than an equally long stay down in a certain dungeon, beneath the underworld…

"As for you, though… " Beerus went on, focusing purely on the Titan of mortality, and bringing the latter right out of his thoughts. "Well, seeing as you came here of your own free will and grovelled before me like I said you would, after already surrendering on the battlefield, I'll be generous to you, on this occasion, like I was to Theia, and exempt you from any further punishment. You're free to do as you please, provided that doesn't involve angering me, of course."

Iapetus appeared even more stunned than before, hearing such a thing. So much so, he was briefly left speechless.

Such a generosity would've never been given by Kronos, were he in Beerus' position right now. The most he could've hoped for, would've been an extended stay in Tartarus. He knew this well, being honest with himself, having known his brother since birth. And that had been back when his brother had been nicer than he'd ended up being, in more recent times, before his demise.

His son really had been telling the truth. This god, the one who struck terror into his heart, for what he was capable of, evidenced with Kronos' destruction, was indeed, proving far more reasonable than he'd initially given him credit for. He'd even just made it clear that Tartarus itself was off the table for everyone, too! And he hadn't even begged for that to not be the case for his kin or anything, the destroyer had just up and decided not to do it, on his own.

"Now then, unless you two have any further business with me, or wish to join me, I have some punishments that need to be given out, in the next few minutes, so, if you'll excuse me…" Beerus said, as he gave himself leave, moving around Iapetus' kneeling form and walking on away from the two Titans, choosing against teleporting himself out, in this instance, so he'd have a bit more time to think of said punishments, and what they would actually be.

As the destroyer was making himself scarce, his ears picked up Prometheus stepping closer to his father, most likely to help him up, as the latter, in a relieved, yet stunned tone, muttered, "He was testing me… My conviction… that whole time…"

To which, Prometheus simply replied, no doubt with a smile, "Yes… Indeed, he was. I know him well enough to be able to detect the odd lie, and he was most certainly lying when he said what he did about destruction for everyone being something that could happen. That was but his way of seeing just how genuine you are, and I'd say it's rather apparent that you met, or even exceeded his expectations splendidly, father…"

"Heh. Thank goodness for that." The older Titan responded in a more tired voice. "I am by no means looking forward to them getting punished, nor do I enjoy hearing of what Menoitios' already is, but knowing that annihilation, and now imprisonment in Tartarus, too, will not be given out to them… It lifts a great deal of weight from my shoulders, I can say that much…"

Beerus paid their interaction no further mind, after that, as he stalked forward, approaching the messy central hall, with several ideas now floating around in his head, about what punishments he could give.

As he was thinking of them, he recalled that one of those he would be punishing, which both Titans he'd just spoken with had mentioned, was actually out in the courtyard, rather than down below Olympus, littered about the landscape, like the rest were.

Eh. Might as well start with her, before the others get rounded up… He thought on a whim, as his destination became where she was, while he continued to think of what to do.

A few moments later…

"Good grief. She wasn't kidding. It really is just as bad out here, as inside…" Beerus muttered to himself, as he came down the stairs of his palace, and took in the absolute state of the courtyard that surrounded it, littered wherever his eyes glanced with gods and goddesses either lied out naked and alone, or joint with one or more deities in the act of coitus, before falling unconscious.

The air reeked of sex, sweat, cum, juices, nectar, ambrosia, and an assortment of grain and fruits, similar to what Demeter had made, but not quite on the same level. Both the bodies and grass and soil being splattered in a strange mixture of most of what he'd smelt, the females primarily being covered in splotches and in some cases, just completely caked head-to-toe in semen and a few other things, indicating that their partners, or perhaps themselves, had decided to get creative.

To his chagrin, he did spot some males, exceptionally few in number, though they were, all of which happened to be Pan's followers, the Satyrs, funnily enough, with more characteristically ugly appearances, when compared to the others atop Olympus, also inserted inside… other things. The 'penetrated' in those scant instances including the ground, some of the larger plants that Demeter had conjured forth and, in two lone cases, other Satyrs, who looked none too happy about being made the 'female' in those cases, and being utterly defiled. Their expressions being ones of anger and agony, despite their own inebriation, at their fellows atop them, looking downright murderous, even in their unconsciousness, toward their 'partners'. Both cases happening, no doubt just as the ground and plant-fuckers had, through too much intoxication to be able to tell left from right anymore, let alone who was in front of them, and horniness too great to care, so long as there was something to jab themselves into.

Well, that and perhaps being too stupid to find a goddess willing, while also drunk, to have sex with their sorry, animal asses. Regardless, he didn't care, as, faster than the others, he averted his eyes from those degenerates, and from the poor bastards that'd been given the 'female' role, who when they woke up, would likely be ripping their 'partner's' guts out for such a violation, done when intoxicated or not. The god doing his best to erase that imagery from his mind, while finding it impossible to completely avert his gaze from the rest, at the moment, as there was practically a sea of them.

Hmm… You know, I just realized, its morning, but it doesn't seem to be as bright as it usually is… He thought, as he glanced up and fully away from the carnal carnage that'd taken place on the mountain's peak, only to find no sun in the sky. What the… where did-

Beerus paused then, as he recalled that the sun, Helios, had been at the celebration, and was likely unconscious right now, somewhere in his palace, or elsewhere. A glance down to the side from him, as he heard the distant sounds of snorting animals, revealing two chariots, which likely belonged to Helios and his sister, Selene, if he recalled right with different coloured steeds tied to them and at rest, looking rather peaceful in slumber, outside their clear distaste for the stench of their environment.

He didn't blame the stallions for that. The stench wasn't really something his nose enjoyed too much, either, to be frank, with the fouler smells mixing in with the better ones for an odour that wasn't pleasant to sniff at, though at the same, by no means as bad as it would've been, were it the fouler scents alone.

"Are you both sure you're okay to stand on your own? Because I don't recall your legs ever wobbling like this before, when rising, my children." The destroyer heard Styx' concerned voice somewhere in the distance, opposite to the direction where he knew Atlas' spawn to be, briefly grabbing his attention, as he turned to where he'd heard it, admittedly out of mild curiosity.

About five-hundred metres away, he spotted the goddess and her two sons, still naked, unlike her, who just as she said, were on wobbly legs, struggling to stand under their own power. And despite having got sleep after no doubt having had sex, given the duo of white-splotched Nymphs lying beneath them, both Zelus and Kratos looked to be both hung-over, as well as rather drunk still, given the blushes on their faces, and the murky looks in their eyes.

"Weh-We'll be fiiiine… mah-ma…" Kratos slurred, his massive, muscular frame looking about ready to tip over with a stupid smile on his face, despite the headache he was nursing with his massive hand.

"Y-Yeah… We'll buh-be fiiiine…" Zelus nodded with a similar smile, looking mentally deficient, as he too nursed his head with a hand, while his much smaller, more sleekly-muscled form looked ready to fall over at any moment, too.

"Goodness… This is what I get for allowing you both to consume as much of that altered nectar, as you did…" Styx shook her head in bemusement, before giving them both a stern look, as she mounted her hands on her hips. "Now, how long do you both plan on dangling your genitals in-front of your mother in such a shameless manner?" She asked, briefly glancing down at their manly parts, before shooting back to their eyes, unfocused and not all there, as she glared at them. "Being like that is all well and good when you were having your fun, but have a bit of sense, when you're before me. I didn't raise either of you to be so shameless, after all."

Beerus almost snorted hearing that, given what she'd been willing to offer earlier, if he promised to destroy Pan's ability to sing.

"A-Ah… Okaaaay…" Both slurred together. The duo having the expressions of people who clearly didn't fully grasp what had just been said to them. Both Daemons then showed an utter lack of common sense, as Zelus turned, stumbled and dropped down on the goddess he'd likely been with yesterday, and like Beerus himself had done while drunk, making an ass out of himself, as he started humping her body in a pitiful attempted to reinsert himself inside the Nymph.

Kratos, meanwhile, took a wobbly step forward, outstretching a shaky hand toward Styx herself, his fingers getting mere inches away from grazing her head.

Both then suddenly stopped, despite being in a drunken state still, a shiver going through their bodies simultaneously, as their mother's gaze turned colder than a glacier, while her lips stretched into a sickly-sweet smile that could frighten almost anyone who saw it.

"Boys…" She said with a tone to match the smile, but with a clear undercurrent of something dark lurking beneath. "I love you both dearly, really, I do… but if you both don't come to your senses and put your tunics on in the next few seconds, I'm afraid I might just have to discipline you two. And you don't want me to have to do that, now do you?"

The destroyer almost marvelled at how quickly the two seemingly sobered up, in that instant, shaking their heads like little children, before they just about managed to conjure themselves tunics, as Beerus chose that moment to turn away from the trio. And from there, he honed in on where he knew the daughter of Atlas to be, and made his way over there. The crowd of naked bodies, both god and goddess, soon thinning out the closer he got to her position, until he finally reached her.

The now garbed blonde had not budged, naturally, from the position she'd been placed in by Bia, laid out on one of the few patches of grassy soil not marred by the activities of the horny, unconscious deities around them.

She had, evidently, gone into slumber, for her eyes were closed, and the soft sounds of almost inaudible snores came from her, as her chest rose and fell rhythmically with her gentle breathing.

Beerus had to admit, she looked a little cute, laid out like this, fast asleep and as peaceful as can be, with her blonde locks splayed out beneath her, her tunic ever-so-slightly rustling in the wind, and her pretty face set into the slightest blush, with her body no longer undergoing any spasms, from the looks of it. Though, she probably still didn't have any mobility, in all likelihood.

The casting of his shadow over her, along with his presence, seemed to subconsciously trigger something within her, however, as she soon stirred beneath him. Her soft snoring being cut off with a light groan, as her eyelids steadily began to peel open.

"Well, that saves me the bother of having to wake you up myself, I suppose."

"H-Huh…?" Kalypso made a sound of confusion, as her blurry vision focused after a few blinks, and her mind registered the voice that'd spoken to her.

Once she realized it was him, the goddess' eyes widened, and if she could move, Beerus was sure she would've jolted in surprise, as she saw him standing over her.

"Buh-Beerus!..." She exclaimed, and he couldn't help but detect the fear in her eyes, as she swallowed a knot in her throat. Mind whirring with possibilities as to why he'd be standing before her, until she landed on the only one that made sense to her, in context. And it made her ichor run cold. "Y-You're… here to punish me, aren't you?"

"Perceptive, aren't you?" Beerus remarked in a way that admittedly came across as somewhat condescending, as he confirmed for her his reason for being next to her. "Yes. I'm here to dole out your punishment. Thought I'd get yours out of the way, before I go down and get to the others."

Speaking of them, the thundering footsteps of the hundred-handed ones could be heard in the distance, almost acting like a foreboding bell toll for the goddess lying beneath him.

It likely also acted as a signal to anyone awake, that the punishments were to be handed out, making him briefly wonder if his little brothers would make an appearance for it. Well, Hades and Zeus, anyway, he already knew what Poseidon was up to, and doubted that the fool would show up at all, preferring to keep to himself and the Nymphs in his room for further pleasure.

To be honest, he couldn't even blame him for that. He'd rather be partaking in pleasures of the flesh himself, right now, too. Alas, duty had to call first.

"I-I see…" Kalypso's voice became little more than a frightened whisper, before she swallowed, and dragged out what she could of her nerve, to ask him a question that was burning in her mind, in that moment. "I-If you'll allow it, I'd like to ask… Have you… spoken with my uncle Prometheus and grandfather Iapetus yet?"

"I have." He gave a slight nod. Internally, he then debated if he should tell her he'd decided that her and everyone else's punishment will be destruction, just to mess with her and see her reaction.

He was in a good enough mood, following Iapetus' grovelling and show of conviction, that he let her off from such messing, however, and decided to give her the sliver of good news that she and everyone else that'd been opposed to him would get.

"You'll be happy to know, I have decided that both a stay in Tartarus' dungeons and immediate destruction will not be a punishment for any of you, today." As soon as the words left his lips, he saw the sharp intake of breath, before the immediate exhale, as relief smashed down on her. The punishments, whatever they were, still concerned her, but knowing that destruction wouldn't be it, was enough to make her immobile body subconsciously sag, with the weight of potential, future annihilation lifted from her shoulders.

Knowing imprisonment in Tartarus was also off the table was a bonus, as well, which she hadn't even considered, but was thankful, to a lesser extent, that she and those she was closest with, wouldn't be sent there, either.

"Th-Thank you for such kindness, Beerus…" She stuttered sincerely, meaning every word with all her very much intact existence, which she was grateful would continue to remain. As would her immediate family. "Your mercy will forever be appreciated…"

"Mhmm. I'm sure it will." He lightly smirked.

She probably assumed that his discussion with Prometheus and Iapetus had something to do with this, which it obviously didn't, but he allowed her to think it, if so, as it didn't much matter to him.

"Now then, I'd rather not waste any more time, if possible, so let's get to your punishment." He said, moving things along nicely.

"Very well…" She replied in a resigned manner, knowing she couldn't fight whatever he chose to do with her. And with destruction and Tartarus off the table, her fear about whatever it could be was significantly abated.

That didn't mean she didn't wonder what it would be, though, now that the worst of all options was taken away. Would he have her enslaved? Maybe a play thing for his sensual pleasure, whenever he wanted? Perhaps he would have her debase herself before him, or potentially many of their fellows, by partaking in whatever humiliating act he could imagine? Maybe even a fusion of the latter two, where he brought her before her father, and the others who would be punished, as well as whoever else would be there, and have her openly service him, in any and all ways he desired, as a form of public humiliation to both herself and her father?

Or, perhaps he might have her trapped somewhere other than the awful dungeon that resided below the underworld, like an island, similar to her home of Ogygia, in which she'd never be able to leave, and be doomed to be alone there for either ages to come, or all of eternity, with nobody to keep her company.

The first few, while they would undoubtedly be bad, as scandalous as it might sound, if she admitted it openly, she honestly preferred them all over the last one, as being forced to be alone, without any interaction, for a long stretch of time, in total isolation, would be a worse torture for her.

The sound of clicking fingers reached her ears, as she pondered what he may pick. Her thoughts cutting off as she let out a gasp, feeling a brief surge of Beerus' power over her, that made her skin tingle with goosebumps, and with it, her body started, mobility returning to her in an instant, as she felt her body return to her control.

To say she was stunned by how casually her ailments from her fight against his siblings, particularly Zeus and Poseidon, had been eradicated, would be an understatement, given that the destroyer wasn't even ascended, while freeing her from them.

But that wasn't the end of it, for she also felt something else happen to her, which she wasn't quite sure of, as she felt his domain take hold of her. Something that paradoxically felt oddly empowering, but also… shackling?

"Your punishment is a simple one." He began, as he settled on one idea in particular, for her, specifically. One which was, admittedly, somewhat of a rehash of a previous punishment he'd already given, but it fit, so he didn't care how lazy it might've been to reuse the idea. "I want you to personally beat up your father for me."

"W-What…!?" An exclamation of shock flew from her lips, as her wide eyes beheld him. The stunned goddess, now having control of her body, once more, and for a purpose she knew of now, jolted up to a sitting position. "Why do you want me to beat up my father!?"

Even though she'd known he could give her anything as a punishment, aside from what he said he wouldn't, in destruction, she hadn't been expecting something like. And though it was out of turn, given the situation, she couldn't help but ask why, as attacking her father in the way he mentioned… having her do that was a good deal worse, to her, than him having her debase herself, before him.

"Well, I don't owe you an answer as to why I want it…" Beerus shrugged, picking at his ear with his pinkie finger. "Seeing as I'm in a good enough mood, though, I'll be nice and tell you, because it's also quite simple, really. Firstly, he chose to be my bastard father's right-hand god and loyally served him at every turn. For that stupid decision alone, he deserves to be embarrassed, in my eyes, and having his own daughter, whom he cares for, beat him up suits that very well. And secondly, I already know that he's much too stubborn for his own good, and will not willingly bow and grovel before me, like I said he would, over a year ago, so it'll be your duty to humble him for me, and get him to do it, no matter how much he, or you, hates it."

There was a small possibility that Kalypso, along with Iapetus, perhaps, might be able to verbally convince Atlas to grit his teeth and grovel for him, but he doubted it, and besides, for backing Kronos so heavily, and being his most trusted ally, Beerus preferred seeing him get his ass kicked. And who better to do it, for maximum embarrassment, than his own daughter, who, amusingly enough, had the sky fully fallen down, after Atlas had pulled it down, would've been swept up in that, just like everyone else. In a way, that made her just as fitting as anyone, to beat some sense into him for doing that, before Beerus handed him his own punishment.

A punishment he had yet to decide on, but eh, he was sure something would come to him, by the time he got to him, as he'd be sure to save him for last.

Meanwhile, Kalypso averted her stunned and now horrified gaze from Beerus and looked down at her own feet, for a moment, as she processed all of that. Her body involuntarily shaking at the notion of dealing such damage to her father. That was, if she was even capable of it, at all, given he was more powerful than she was, and that was without going into his domain of endurance, which would ensure she likely wouldn't be able to do the kind of damage Beerus was demanding of her, in the first place, even if she wanted to, and she most certainly didn't!

"Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed, but I did more than destroy the after-effects of my brothers' weapons on you. I've also given you a blessing, which should make your task easier to do." He revealed to her, before adding, "That, and a curse, which will only take effect if you refuse to follow my instruction, so best not even think about acting rebellious with me, because trust me, you don't want to find out what happens if you do."

He may have said he wouldn't erase her or anyone else, and he'd keep to that, but his powers held a lot more versatility as to what he could do, beyond simply destroying one's existence. And he could be creative, when he wanted to be.

"Your… power…?" Kalypso muttered, bringing her hands up to look at them up close and as she did, she saw it, but only just barely. A veil of dark purple aura that was not her own.

She almost couldn't believe how messed up fate was. Only just yesterday, her father had empowered her with his domain, so that she may better fight the Olympians. And now, precisely one day later, she was being empowered by Beerus, her father and Kronos' most sworn enemy, with his domain's power, to 'humble' her father, as the destroyer had put it.

What was worse, is that she knew his abilities well enough, and was smart enough to hazard a solid guess as to what kind of blessing she'd been given, and if she was right, then it was only going to make her punishment feel even worse to fulfil.

As much as she disliked it, though, this cruel sort of punishment was still leagues kinder than just outright erasing them from existence. She knew that. Whatever damage was inflicted, both physical and otherwise, could and would be mended, over time. That lone fact gave her some peace, despite what was being demanded of her.

Even still, though, she found herself fishing her nerve back up, and with some deal of courage, rising to her feet, as she spoke up. "I know it is not my place, but I'd like to make a counter-offer."

Beerus rose a brow, and out of an ever so small bit of curiosity, he let her continue to speak, as she reached her feet, her full height being a good foot shorter than his own, with the top of her head barely reaching his shoulder, if even that.

"I'd rather not lay a hand on my father, in any violent way. He'll suffer enough, as it is, with whatever punishment you have for him, and I don't want to add to that, if I can help it, as I love him too much to bring about such misery for him." Honesty rang through her words, as she began to plead with the destroyer. Her arms nervously folding just beneath her bosom, propping her covered chest up. "If you will, instead, I'm fully prepared to offer myself in any other way to you, as punishment." She had to resist the urge to avoid his piercing gaze from those wondrous eyes of his, as her cheeks reddened, and she leaned forwards slightly, so as to give him the best view possible down the open window of her tunic, directly into her pale, perky cleavage. "And I do mean any other way. You can use me as you wish, so long as it doesn't involve adding directly to my father's suffering, like you have mentioned."

This brat has some serious loyalty to her father, doesn't she? Offering herself up like this, just so she won't have to add what I want to his suffering? What she lacks in any real power, she somewhat makes up for in faithfulness, I suppose. That, and guts, to try and negotiate in her position. Beerus couldn't help but be slightly impressed, but also quite amused, at her will, as he ignored the twitch of excitement from his dick, at her offer, before his eyes did indeed dip subconsciously, for a split-second, to the breasts she was very purposefully propping up for him.

It said a lot about what his recent, drunken escapades had done to him, that he felt his appetite kick in, when his gaze fell on her tits, and he felt a desire to grope and suck on them for her breastmilk, with his arousal as strong as it was. To see how hers tasted, in comparison to the other goddesses he'd sampled from.

Pushing down this desire, with some difficulty, while fully blaming it on his arousal, he addressed the goddess' proposal.

"As tempting as that offer is, I'll have to decline." He shut her down, making her flinch but she didn't look ready to give up, just yet.

"A-Are you sure about that?" She pressed, sounding a little more desperate now. "I-I can assure you, I will be of good use, whatever you would choose to do with me. For example, I may not be as good of a warrior as you, but I could make for a decent sparring partner, should you ever need it!" The blonde beauty saw that he looked by no means impressed by that, so she charged on. "I-I'm also good at following orders, and can tend to your needs without complaint, as your personal handmaiden, if you want?" The destroyer still didn't look moved, so Kalypso decided pushed on to the very thing she'd been implying the most, when she offered herself to him, and which she knew for a fact had gotten his attention, as she'd seen where his eyes had looked. " I-If that's not enough, I can satisfy you as many times as you want sexually!"

Using a small bit of magic, she had the fabric of her tunic recede from her shoulders, causing the rest of it to noticeably dip, as she said that, exposing enough of her pillowy mounds that she had squished together with her folded arms to allow her nipples to start peeking out. All as she continued leaning to give him a perfect view to them, which she saw worked, as his eyes dipped to her breasts, once again, giving her some hope, as her cheeks reddened further. "I-I'm still a virgin, right now, too, so you'd also get to take that from me forever! And for me, personally, that's a status I'd much rather not be taken from me, until I find the consort I long for, which will make losing it to you, as attractive as you are, an-"

"Enough." Beerus all but commanded, cutting her off and shutting her up all in one, once again, as he closed his treacherous eyes to force them back under control, as opposed to ogling her now more exposed boobs with an increased, instinctive desire to breastfeed, that he could genuinely do without. "I already declined your offer. You reiterating it and going into more detail isn't going to change my mind."

Seriously, she was reminding him of Theia, right now, with how she was trying to bargain, but worse, given the elder Titaness hadn't made such a blatant attempt to seduce him. An attempt that very likely would've been successful, much as he didn't want to admit, had Rhea not blessed him earlier.

This body's severe vulnerability to this level of horniness truly was quite the obstacle to navigate.

"A punishment, last I checked, is something you have to go through with, which you won't like doing, and doesn't bring with it anything enjoyable, so as to dissuade you from ever doing what got you said punishment, in the first place." He told her, recalling one such punishment like that, for himself, in his earlier days as Universe 7's GOD, where Lord Zeno had punished him for chucking an insult at him. He hadn't known it was him, when he'd done it, but that didn't matter to the Lord of everything, who'd taught him a lesson in humility, when it came to him, by mounting his back like some kind of domesticated animal, attaching literal reins to him, and then riding him across the cosmos on all fours at speeds that had him huffing and puffing by the end. Too exhausted to even think, or feel his limbs.

Beerus had to stop himself from shivering at that memory, as he refocused back on the goddess before him, snapping his eyes back on, and keeping them on her face. "If I took your offer, let's be honest here, you'd end up enjoying it, to some extent." That statement caused her to look aghast, but he wasn't done. "Particularly if I were to take you up on having sex with you however many times I wish. Don't even try to act like I'd be the only one getting pleasure out of that, even if you personally loathed me for taking away your virginity while not being the 'consort you long for'." He almost scoffed at that last bit, as the goddess' cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment.

She wanted to deny that, but she couldn't, as he was by no means incorrect in his assertion. Even if she did hate him personally, in that scenario, through every encounter, the physical stimulation would still cause her pleasure, regardless. And a darker part of her thought to herself, depending on how good of a lover he turned out to be, she may even come to enjoy it more than she may hate him, in said scenario. Such a thought was too depraved for her to consider any longer than she had, in that instant, though, and so she banished it from her mind, rejecting such a degenerate possibility outright, and cursing herself inwardly for even allowing such a thing to appear in her head.

"You will go through with the punishment I came up with, and that's the end of it." Beerus proclaimed, definitively putting an end to their little back and forth.

In doing so, he was rewarded with her blush mostly receding, as her expression became both dejected and upset, as she glanced down at her feet again, while applying her magic to remove the alteration she made to her tunic, bringing it back to its normal state around her.

While he was thankful for the latter, her visage itself was something he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at. Frankly, he could do worse for her, than what he was giving as a punishment, if he put some more thought into it. Much worse, in fact, without ever even considering destroying her. If she thought this was mean, then she had no idea how cruel he could get when really given an incentive to demonstrate the nastier side of him.

"Now then, once you've accomplished your task, my power will be removed from you, and you're free to go and do as you will, provided it isn't something that would earn my ire, anyway." He told her, giving her the first silver lining in this whole situation. Outside of destruction not being something she'd have to worry about, on this occasion, of course. "I won't hold your tongue, either." He continued, giving her the second, just to be charitable. Mainly because he knew, with the Titan's pride, this scenario he was about to mention also wasn't too likely to happen. "Feel free to tell Atlas what's going on. Maybe he'll see sense quicker, and do as I want him to. And if he does, and I feel it's sincere, maybe I'll consider your punishment fulfilled then too, even if the damage done to him by you is minimal. He'll recover from it either way, anyway, in time."

And by 'in time', he meant a couple years, at least. Maybe even a century or millennium.

Beerus' words on this matter did nothing to assuage Kalypso's negativity toward what he wanted her to do, even a little, for she knew her father well. She knew of how prideful he was. He may've bowed to Kronos out of respect, but he would never grovel before Beerus, even with her begging him to, which absolutely meant she'd be forced, under Beerus' punishment, to force him to, against his will. Something which made her skin crawl.

So, not wanting to go through with that, even if it seemed inevitable now, since he'd shot down her offer, she racked her mind for something, anything else she could say, that she could offer him, to make him change his mind and shift her punishment away from battering her father into grovelling before the destroyer. With all else having failed, she sifted through everything she knew, everything she'd heard, for anything that might help her.

Only one minor thing stuck out to her, though, and it was the celebration itself, and only one thing sprung to mind, with what he'd already turned down. She seriously doubted it would work, but at this point, she had nothing to lose, and with him having been reasonable enough to remove destruction and Tartarus as potential punishments, likely because of her grandfather and uncle's efforts, she was driven enough to just come out and say it.

"H-How about instead of that-"

"Did I not just tell you I'd had enough of hearing your offer?" Beerus cut in quickly with narrowed eyes and a frown.

Despite knowing she was close to ticking him off now, she pressed on with the last shreds of her courage, before it winked out before his potent glare, and blurted, "I'll make you tasty food and drink!"

As soon as the words tumbled out, she shut her eyes and tensed, waiting for a sharp reprisal, almost immediately, given the show of disrespect she'd just given him, by ignoring what was essentially a warning for her to shut up.

A moment passed, however, and nothing happened, as she kept her eyes shut, anxiously awaiting his response with growing trepidation.

"…Go on." She finally heard him say, causing her eyes to snap open in shock, hearing those two simple words, backed by naked interest and a lack of anything approaching aggressive toward her, when she saw his curious and attentive expression.

By my mother's grace, that actually worked!? The goddess thought to herself in disbelief, before quickly realizing the potential 'out' she may've just gotten herself, and her father by proxy, and making to elaborate on it, before he started to think she'd just said that without anything to back it up.

"I-I can make you my blend of ambrosia and nectar to dine on as many times as you wish, if you want?"

"Your own blend of ambrosia and nectar? You know how to make your own versions?" He now sounded even more interested than before.

"U-Uhm, well, yeah!" Kalypso replied awkwardly, stunned beyond words that this might actually work, as she kept going, explaining herself. "Y-You see, on the island I live on, before the war, there wasn't much for me to do, so I occupied my time either by wandering, or in case I had visitors or my future husband to please, trying to make my own food and drink, which doesn't just include ambrosia and nectar, by the way, though they are the two most common ones I make. And evidently, according to those that have tried mine, after much trial and error, they say it tastes different, but just as good as the normal kind. A few have even said that mine tastes better, but I'm sure that's just them being kind…" She added modestly, at the end.

"I see…" Was all the destroyer said, his expression pondering.

He didn't sense any deceit from her, there. She was telling the truth, and the truth had his stomach roused, not depravedly for her breastmilk, but for what she could, apparently, cook up for him.

Beerus' arousal's call for sex and anything related, he could slam down, thanks to Rhea's blessing. His stomach's hunger for deliciously cooked nourishment, on the other hand, like it always had, blessing be damned, slammed him.

And as if to coincide with that, Kalypso surprised him then, in a very good way, by conjuring a bowl and goblet of shimmering bronze in her hands, with the aforementioned ambrosia and nectar, in all their glowing, golden splendour, contained within.

"H-Here. Try some for yourself!" The goddess pushed, sensing she was definitely winning him over, or at least hoping that she was, and he wasn't just messing with her, as she offered them out toward him eagerly. "I made them a while back, before I came into the war. They're the last ones left, but I can make plenty more, if needed!"

"Ehem!... We shall see if it'll be 'needed', soon enough. Try not to get ahead of yourself, now!" Beerus admonished her, though it rang hollow in his mind, when his nose caught a strong whiff of the truly heavenly scent that her homemade ambrosia and nectar gave off, which smelt somewhat different from the 'normal' versions he'd had already, but no less tantalizing. He could already feel his mouth watering, despite his best efforts to keep up appearances, as he took the goblet away from her, ignoring her blush as his skin briefly caressed against hers, while digging his free hand into the offered bowl and pulling out a decent-sized chunk of the golden grub for himself.

Without further delay, he popped the piece of ambrosia into his mouth first and chewed, before bringing the goblet to his face a downing a few gulps of its contents down his throat, to taste and swallow both it and the food simultaneously.

The act of bringing the goblet to his face hid his features from the goddess, as he closed his eyes, and thus, his immediate reaction to her cooking and brewing, outside of the way she saw his body stiffen, going completely rigid for a brief moment.

"Uhh… So… what do you think…?" The blonde asked nervously. It taking every ounce of will power she had not to fidget in place, as the seconds dragged on, and she got no response.

When the goblet was finally lowered from his face, the destroyer's eyes peeled open, and Kalypso felt a bit worried he might not have liked the taste, when she saw how blank his expression was, at first, as he stared down at her with his eyes wide, until…

"From now on, I want you as one of my personal cooks." He declared without a hint of hesitancy as, to Kalypso's surprise – and a welcome one, at that – his face broke out into a wide grin aimed at her. "These, alongside whatever else you can make, shall be made for me, from now on."

"R-Really!?" She cried out in bafflement, hope beginning to spread through her in waves, as she asked, "B-But what of the punishment involving my father?"

Prometheus and Iapetus arrived through teleportation just a few metres off from them, then, just in time to see and hear the destroyer's response.

"Oh, forget about that stupid punishment! That would be a waste of time!" He almost yelled bluntly and comically, with how his voice raised, looking positively insulted by the very idea of it, now, before he clicked his fingers again, causing Kalypso to involuntarily quiver, as she felt the nature of his domain's effect on her shift. "Here's the new deal." He said, as he then took the bowl from her as well. "From now on, and until a time where I decide otherwise, which will likely be never, your real punishment shall be being given the esteemed responsibility of being my first personal cook! So, prepare yourself, because I…mmph… have high standards and… nnrgh… will severely penalize you if you ever… nngup… serve me something of poor quality, understand!?"

The god attempted to sound intimidating to get his point across, but it was hard to do that, when he was engorging himself, as he spoke, telekinetically firing in pieces of ambrosia into his watering maw, before dousing it down with another swig of nectar. Mewling all the while in total bliss, as the gourmet in him danced with jubilance.

By the heavens above, the taste of both was substantially different from the prior ones he'd had, with certain other aspects being significantly more emphasized, with one or two new ingredients, he'd wager, being a part of either, but that didn't make it lesser than what he'd had before. On the contrary, it was just as delicious as they had been, and he referred specifically to the alcoholic variant, when speaking of the nectar.

Ohhhh… The sweet and succulent tang… So good!... It warmed his stomach and soul in much the same way the prior ones had, brightening his mood to such that he could slightly more easily ignore the unwanted spasm of his erect phallus beneath his tunic, if only temporarily, until he ran out of both substances.

"U-Understood…" The beautiful blonde nodded dumbly, coming to terms with the fact that offering nourishment had actually worked! And as she did, she couldn't help the broad, overjoyed smile that burst forth unto her features, at her successful changing of his mind to something she was easily much more comfortable with going through, than beating up her father.

Sure, her being comfortable with it defeated the purpose of a punishment to begin with, but she was hardly about to point that out, as it didn't matter in the slightest.

"Good." He nodded at her with satisfaction, not even acknowledging the presence of the two older Titans nearby, if he even knew they were there, to begin with, considering how focused he was on the food and drink, as he turned away from her, while still feasting on them. "Feel free to… mmm… make yourself at home, here, because… nngulp… unless I give you permission to, for ingredients… ha-omph… you're not going back to that island of yours…"

Hearing this, Kalypso took a leap of faith, knowing she'd gotten him to shift his position already, and pressed her luck, as she saw him shamelessly tear into and guzzle down her homemade ambrosia and nectar with bright-eyed joy. The goddess bringing her hands together by her chest, almost as if in prayer, as she asked, "Uhm… Is it possible that I could also get you to at least lighten whatever punishment you have in mind for my father, as well, before you go, if I promise to go above and beyond what you ask of me, to ensure you're satisfied…?"

"Hrmmph… Sure. Why not?" He answered her affirmatively, barely paying enough attention to understand what she'd asked.

It didn't matter, in the end, given he still hadn't actually thought of anything for him, so, in truth, it was as simple as thinking up of the worst possible thing he could give to him, and then just downgrading to something that was still gruelling enough for his preference toward the goddess' father. That way, he 'kept his word' to her just then, while also getting precisely what he wanted.

Part of that included getting him to grovel, which he now supposed he'd have to do without Kalypso. Something which wasn't really a bother, as he had ways of getting that out of the exceptionally prideful Titan himself, without using her.

"Just be sure to…hrmph… do as you say, and never fail to… homph… meet my standards, otherwise, you won't… nngup… like what happens next." He said to her, as he got halfway through both the bowl of ambrosia and goblet of nectar already, with utterly blinding speed.

"N-No need to worry! I give you my word that I'll never disappoint!" She exclaimed with a broad smile, her hand raised high in obedience, seeing how reasonable he could actually be. Her heart threatening to soar with how well this confrontation with him had turned out, compared to how it'd started, and seemed like it would go.

She couldn't have even fathomed beforehand that it would turn out this well!

Beerus only grunted an acknowledgment this time, before he and the stuff she'd given him vanished into thin air, leaving only traces of gold behind to fade away.

"Okaaay… What in the world was that, just now?" Prometheus spoke up, somewhat dumbfounded at what had just happened, as was Iapetus, as both stared at Kalypso in search of an answer.

The goddess in question could only let out a relieved giggle, in disbelief still herself, as she turned towards her grandfather and uncle. A weight feeling like it had been lifted from her shoulders, as her mouth began moving to explain what happened, and what they missed.

A little later… Around the base of Mount Olympus…

"That should be all of them." Briareus remarked, his voice resounding for plenty of miles across, as he and his brothers finished roughly dropping the last few deities, including the ones plucked from beneath the boulders that'd squashed them, before the god of destruction. All of them arrayed around Beerus, who'd by now finished Kalypso's nourishment and tossed away his empty crockery, in a semi-circle, of sorts, bunched up together in their many thousands. Their numbers spread out enough not to create an enormous pile, but definitely creating a sizeable stretch of naked bodies.

The ones who'd been defeated in the final battle were still unconscious, thanks to his magic, but those who hadn't, and had fallen in the first major battle, which he had not been present for, which was the majority, had regained consciousness. Not that it meant much, as Beerus used a bit of his magic to destroy all of their ability to move, unless he allowed it so, thus making the already confused, fearful and panicking mass of deities even more so, as they couldn't budge their nude forms, and also couldn't make a sound.

Plenty, he didn't doubt, had their own True Divine Forms, however, with the Hekatonkheires looming over them, and with Beerus himself standing before them, with his presence not even remotely concealed, they were all smart enough not to make any rash decisions pertaining to their shared circumstance. Not yet, anyway. Once the full truth of their situation became clear, Beerus held no doubt that some might try to ascend, just to flee, or perhaps even be foolish enough to try and fight them.

For doing so, either he himself would put them in their place, swiftly and easily, or any one of the towering, hundred-handed and fifty-headed giants would, with but a finger or toe on their end, squashing them down like a helpless insect.

They all looked as if they'd woken from a nightmare, and their eyes, full of disbelief, shot between himself and the towering, mountainous forms of the Hekatonkheires with nothing short of pure terror. The latter no doubt more so, at the moment, given that their full presences could be sensed, the monstrous pillars that they were, each easily stronger than any of these fools True Divine Forms, whilst he, despite his much greater power than theirs, even in base, could not be fully grasped, unless he was ascended.

"You have my thanks for that, you three. As always, your assistance is appreciated." Beerus was sure to be polite, as he spoke up to the mountain-sized giants with genuine gratitude and respect, with his fists touching behind his back. "I suppose now is as good a time as any to thank you for all of your other contributions during the war, as well. Freeing you from that prison along with the Cyclopes, at the request of Gaea, was undoubtedly the best decision I made, leaving aside destroying Kronos, of course."

"Heh! Well, would you look at this, brothers, actually being thanked by someone other than mother, and being told they're glad we're free. Almost doesn't feel real, does it?" Briareus amusedly asked his younger siblings, with all of his faces grinning.

"It doesn't. Personally though, I'm still processing the fact that our bastard of a brother is gone for good, and we not only got to help with his demise, but witness it, too!" Kottus replied first with a laugh – or laughs? – that echoed far and wide, from all of his heads, as all of his hands perched themselves on his torso. The giant looking downright ecstatic at the notion of Kronos' absolute destruction, which was in stark contrast to most of Beerus' other, currently unconscious allies, who'd had an initial reaction nearly the opposite to such a feat.

His words, revealing the fate of said Titan to his conscious allies, had the immediate effect of having their eyes widen further in shock, horror and disbelief. Plenty no doubt attempting to sense for their destroyed king's presence, only to feel none.

"I know what you mean, brother. Truly, that is a fantastic moment that will live with me for eternity." Gyges chimed in, all his faces smiling and laughing as much as his brother's did, as the eyes of all his faces turned down to Beerus, who looked like a pebble standing near them. "And we have you to thank for that, young one. When you think about it, we've all done each other a favour, with how things have played out." The giant then joked, "Hopefully, now, you don't get any funny ideas, like your bastard father did, and try to send us back to Tartarus. I've had enough of that gloomy, depressing place for all of time."

"None of you need worry about that, I can safely say that much. Unless you choose to stand against and try to take me down in the future, which I sincerely doubt you ever will, you will remain free to do as you please, from now on. You have my word on that." Beerus nodded at them, his words ringing in their massive ears with his honesty.

"And unlike a certain someone, if he gives you his word, he'll keep it." The voice of Themis echoed out, briefly bringing Beerus' and the Hekatonkheires' attention to her, as she floated down to Beerus' side. Her feet touching the ground mere inches away from his with a pleasant smile on her features directed at him. "That's just the kind of god he is."

"Hehe! Well, he's certainly given us no reason to doubt such a claim, anyway!" Briareus laughed in good humour, soon being joined by his brothers, who did the same. All of them, sufficed to say, in very high spirits.

At the front of the pack, were Atlas, at the centre, and Krios and Koios at his sides, all lying flat on their faces, conscious of nothing around them. Blissfully unaware, one might even say, of what was awaiting them, when he finally allowed them, along with their peons also afflicted by his magic, to wake.

To his side, having appeared just a second ago, no doubt to view the proceedings themselves, were the trio of Kalypso, Prometheus and Iapetus, with the goddess at the centre of the other two. The latter two having obviously been told of what her new punishment was, as expected, with Prometheus grinning in amusement at the whole situation, now that he knew what'd happened, while Iapetus appeared slightly dumbfounded that this was all real.

The goddess' expression itself was a complicated one, as on one hand, she was still a bit worried about her father, but on the other hand, she looked rather happy, knowing what she'd managed to accomplish, and believing that her father's suffering would be lessened, due to her actions.

"My now… I can understand Prometheus, but I didn't expect Iapetus and Kalypso to be here." Themis mouthed in surprise, having known nothing of his interactions with either of them, beforehand. "Neither appear hostile, though."

"Your brother is here merely to watch. His punishment has already been completed." Beerus told her, and by extension, the Hekatonkheires, who with their enormous ears, could easily have heard him, even if he whispered. "As for Atlas' daughter, her punishment has already been decided, and is pretty much already in effect, so I presume she's here to do the same as Iapetus, and spectate the proceedings, mainly for Atlas' sake."

"I… see." The Titaness of divine law and order blinked. "It appears as though I missed quite a bit, then, after you sent me to give word to the Hekatonkheires."

"You wouldn't be the only one who's missed 'quite a bit', Themis." The recognizable voice of Metis called out, bringing the gazes of said Titaness and the destroyer behind them, where they saw the Oceanid with her arms folded by her waist with a mostly neutral expression, in her usual tunic. Beerus' brother Zeus beside her, clothed in his, with his hands on his hips and a more serious look to him.

And beside him, was Hades, garbed in his own, with a stone-faced visage, as he and Beerus locked eyes.

The destroyer's most preferred brother didn't say a word to him. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he seemed to gaze at him, probably analysing if whether or not he was still under the influence of the nectar, and quickly seeing that he wasn't, and was back to his usual self. At which point, he nodded at him in greeting, and to show his support, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Hades was professional enough not to ask him anything now, but Beerus could tell his brother was very curious about how much he remembered from the other day, and specifically, most likely, if he recalled what'd happened with their mother, and so forth. The destroyer knew he was very likely to question him on that later, when they were in private.

If he did, Beerus knew he could trust the god to keep his lips sealed about remembering everything. Hades never let him down, after all, so it'd be unfair not to at least be honest with him, if asked about it. Plus, he supposed, he could also ask him how he got on, and find out how things went for him, after he'd sent him off with those nymphs.

A pleasant experience, he hoped.

"Ah, Metis. And Zeus and Hades, too." Themis nodded respectfully in acknowledgement of each of them. "Good to see you all here to witness the punishments. I had thought for a brief moment you might not be here for it."

"Nonsense, Themis. Unless we were as unconscious as the others, due to the nectar, It would be impossible to miss the sounds of the Hekatonkheires' mighty footfalls, with there not being a veil to mask them. And with them growing closer to Olympus, it wasn't hard to surmise they may be coming here for the punishments, especially when we saw them carrying the bodies of the fallen in their hands. And besides, they were our enemies too, so it's only right we be here for their punishments." Zeus inclined his head politely, before he paused, and glanced over at Kalypso and Iapetus, in particular. "Can't say I expected Iapetus to be allowed here, and already have his punishment done with, though, nor for Kalypso to be allowed as well, while fully mobile, from the looks of it, with whatever her own punishment is, already decided and in effect."

He turned to Beerus then. "For someone whose punishment is already in effect, she doesn't seem too displeased, I must say. It makes me feel inclined to ask what exactly you gave her as a penalty, just as I do about Iapetus' punishment, but I suppose both can wait until later, so I'll refrain from wasting time asking about it here, despite my curiosity."

"Going to wait until we're alone, so you can ask about them, as well as that other thing you wanted to speak of, I presume?" Beerus couldn't help but ask rhetorically, getting a nod from the youngest Olympian.

"Indeed. I feel as though that would work best." Zeus then began awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, and in case anyone's wondering, the rest of our siblings won't be joining us for this. Hera, Demeter and Hestia are still very much unconscious, from what I and Metis sensed, so we didn't feel like disturbing them."

If he and she had sensed them, then they knew they were in his room, for sure. No mention was made from either of them about that fact, though, so Beerus said nothing himself.

"And as for Poseidon…" Zeus moved on. "Well, he would've been here with us, but he is… ah… a bit 'indisposed' at the moment."

Translation, he was too busy having 'fun' in his bedroom, with those nymphs, and both Beerus and Themis knew it, after his brief appearance earlier.

Hades knew it too, apparently, if the amused snort he gave, was any indication.

"Not like any of them, with all due respect, would really be needed for this, anyway. Best leave your sisters to their slumber, and your brother to his own business, if he'd rather be doing that, instead." The voice of Styx called out, as she too appeared in a flash of gold, closer to Beerus and Themis, with her arms folded by her waist, too, catching everyone's attention.

"You came here alone, sister?" Metis noted, seeing the clear absence of her sibling's progeny. "Forgive any rudeness, if it is not right to ask, but are none of your children in a good enough state, at present moment, to be here with you?" She questioned curiously.

"I'm afraid so." The eldest Oceanid sighed, taking zero offence to the question. "Kratos and Zelus, though conscious, are still too under the influence of the nectar to be down here, without potentially making fools of themselves, so I had them sent to the room next to the one I and Nike occupied, the other night, so they can rest some more, like their sister, who also needs it. She briefly awoke earlier, too, you see, but was also in too bad of a state to go anywhere, in my mind, so I had her keep resting in bed. And as for Bia, well, she drank more than the rest of them, and has yet to even wake from where she sleeps, to my knowledge, so I thought it best to leave her be."

She pointedly did not mention where her other daughter was sleeping, right now, even if Zeus and Metis themselves likely already knew that part, along with Hades, potentially, nor what she'd been sleeping on, until recently, or anything else about that little meeting had with him, after he'd woken up. Something which Beerus thanked her for, inwardly, as doing so probably would've only invited some questions he couldn't care less to deal with.

"I see." Metis nodded in understanding, glancing at him briefly in a way which let him know that, yes, she did in fact know where Bia slumbered, before returning her gaze to her older sister. "That's a shame. Unlike our aunt Theia, who I know well what her reasons would be, for not wanting to be present for this, I know they'd have wanted to be here for this, if only to be by your and Beerus' side."

"His and my side?" Styx's lips quirked upwards slightly, choosing to have a bit of fun. "You almost make it sound like he and I are a couple, dear sister."

Metis was smart enough to immediately get the sense that her sister was merely teasing her, and couldn't help but throw a small smile of her own back at her eldest sister, before deciding to thrust her own playful jab back, for a change. "It was not my intent to come out like that, though I must say, if you did intend to be so, with him, you'd have quite the competition on your hands, from what I've seen."

"Oh, don't I know it." Styx giggled into her hand, while glancing at him cheekily, getting a light eye-twitch from him, but little more, as he refused to rise to such meagre bait, even when a part of him felt the compulsion to mention her offer earlier, if he cursed Pan's voice, just to tease her back. Doing such would only invite a counter-tease from her, after all, and with her knowing of all that his drunken self had gotten up to, she'd have a ludicrous amount of ammo to counter him back, if she so wished. Him not being in his right mind at all, at the time, being irrelevant when it came to petty, verbal slap-backs.

Meanwhile, Themis schooled her features, and expertly stopped the blush that attempted to come on her cheeks, knowing that soon enough, unlike Styx, she would technically be a couple with Beerus herself, thanks to her favour, if only temporarily. And she knew well, while asking that of him, how his sisters may react. She just hoped her explanation, when the time came to give it, would be enough to not have them overly upset with her, as she'd rather be on good terms with them, and not at risk of being potentially cursed, while getting what she sought.

"If the greetings are done, and nobody else is coming, I suggest we get this all over with. I have other matters to attend to, after this, with Themis over here," He jutted his thumb toward her. "Which I'd prefer not be too delayed, as I'm quite eager to get through with it." The destroyer remarked vaguely, with only the Titaness herself knowing the real meaning behind them, and hearing him talk about it that way, was enough to almost make her blush, but she once again maintained her composure before everyone.

Nobody thought too deeply into what he said, regardless of if they knew his meeting with her that he'd spoken of before, had already occurred, or not, simply giving their silent agreement with the god's words, allowing him to move on, as the frightened lot of conscious Kronos supporters watched on helplessly. Every last one of them wishing they could flee, but not being able to, no matter how hard they tried.

Before the destroyer could begin with this little event, however…

"It is not just matters with my daughter that you will have to attend to, Beerus, as there's something I'll require your presence for, too, right away, once this situation has been handled." A very familiar voice to all gathered rippled out from the ground itself, making the presence of a certain primordial goddess known.

"Gaea?" Beerus blinked in recognition and surprise, before glancing downward, having not heard from her in a while, before her words settled in to his mind, instantly gnawing at his curiosity, but also somewhat annoyed him, given that it would keep him even longer from scratching an 'itch' he'd rather get rid of. "Wait, hang on, what do you mean you require my presence right away? What for? And can't it wait?"

"I'll tell you about it as soon as you're done here, and unfortunately, no, I do not believe this can wait much longer. It would be best to get it settled as soon as possible." The feminine voice of Mother Earth replied, some bit of urgency in her tone that Beerus caught instantly, which had the more annoyed side of Beerus simmering down, recognising just how serious she was.

"Nngh. Alright then, but it better not take long, you hear?" His slightly disgruntled words got a rumble from the ground itself, beneath his feet, which to him, sounded like a humming noise.

"Ah, I'm hopeful that it won't. Thank you for being willing to humour me, young one." Gaea's pleased voice rang out, before, from the earth just a few feet off from where the destroyer stood, the bodacious figure of the goddess herself in her humanoid form rose. Her curvy form, uncovered by any cloth, as usual, bulging out of the soil, in all its glory, with the moss that covered parts of her doing nothing to hide anything, as her massive breasts giving a seismic bounce as she did, right before Beerus' eyes. Those damn planetoids, for how large they were, and how they seemed to have their own gravitational pull, with how they refused to sag even a little, as they jiggled profusely, acting as a magnet for the destroyer's gaze, and his newly bubbling desire to grope and suck on them for their dairy contents. Especially with how her pert nipples danced for them so alluringly.

Yet again, he blamed that on his aroused state, which he actively had to resist, and was capable of doing, mostly thanks to Rhea's blessing, as he forced his eyes to meet hers, and smashed down that damnable urge from his body to feed himself her milk. Or partake in other acts of a sensual nature, given he could feel his traitorous manhood twitching even more violently, with her nude form exposed to him.

Never did he think he'd ever admit to himself, that he was greatly looking forward to having sex, more than anything else, with it being his more pleasurable ticket out of his body's irksome wants, if only for a while. The time to approach Themis' final favour couldn't come fast enough, as far as he was concerned.

The protogenos of the earth was smiling warmly at him, he noticed, in that sort of pleased manner someone held, when they'd been proven right about their opinion on something, as she folded her arms behind her waist. Something that brought up the small urge to ask why she gave him such a look, but she answered said question before he could even ask. "I also came to be present for the punishments of my children, and if need be, as small as I believed the potential of it was, to try and dissuade you from either destroying them, as you did Kronos, or sending them to Tartarus, if you planned to. Given my ears have been perked and listening intently this whole time, though, just to be sure, I am already fully aware that neither of such will be dealt out to anyone from you, which brings me great relief, knowing that you are living up to my expectations of you being better than your predecessors."

Zeus and Metis blinked in surprise, hearing this, knowing that Gaea would never make up such a thing, if it were not true.

Destruction they could understand, as not being a punishment that he should give everyone, but a stay in Tartarus, too? If it were just Gaea's children, in the Titans, both could see the logic in such, if he didn't want to upset the primordial goddess of the earth, but to exempt all those who weren't, as well, whom would not coax any potential foul reaction from her? Neither deity, especially Zeus, would've thought Beerus would be that generous to an army that had stood against him, based on how he'd acted towards them, so far.

"You were listening in the whole time, on my conversations, were you?" Beerus narrowed his eyes, while supressing a groan. Leaving aside the unappreciated privacy violation in that, which he supposed he could let slide, just this once, given the context, wouldn't that mean she also knew about much, if not everything that had occurred the previous today, during the celebration?

"I was." She admitted, though at least had the decency to appear apologetic. "Normally, I wouldn't, but after waking today from a brief slumber, though I trust you greatly, I felt the need to do it, just this one time, to be on the safe side."

Well, this wasn't actually the truth, on her end. She'd actually shut off her ability to hear, during the time of the celebration itself, and had indeed kept it off, intending to simply appear before Beerus, as she was now, to ensure that the two punishments just mentioned would not be coming for her children.

Alas, her plan was deviated, just a bit, when knowing that she'd want to know of certain information, her child, who personified the very mountain Beerus and his allies lived upon, out of love for her, had gotten in contact with her. Him doing so through a special telepathic link she could share with him, and the other Ourea, on account of them being as connected as they were. He'd spoken to her the good news about Beerus' decision to avoid the use of destruction and Tartarus for punishments, and then, just to ensure she knew he wasn't lying, had plugged into her mind the memory of everything he'd heard. The memory going from the moment Beerus had woken up, to the last moment he'd had with Kalypso, before departing for here, straight from Beerus and everyone else's mouths. All of which took no more than a second to dump into her, and for her to process fully.

She hadn't required a great deal of what she'd been made privy to, and she'd said as much to him, admonishing him a bit for going overboard, but the bits that had to do with the coming punishments, as well as, she supposed, the punishments that had already been given out? That had all been a relief to find out about, in advance.

Her mind had been put at ease, as a result of that, as she had her faith in Beerus confirmed to be justified. And as thanks for that, she chose to take the blame for it here, knowing that the attractive young destroyer would be far more inclined to let her slide with such an invasion of privacy, as opposed to her son, whom he did not know personally, and would justifiably not take too kindly towards eavesdropping and effectively recording all his conversations atop Olympus for her.

"You have my sincerest apologies for such an intrusion. Know that it shall not happen again. At least, not without you knowing about it, beforehand, and being okay with it." She remarked honestly, meaning every word, both in regard to herself, and her son, before stepping forward. Her giant globes jostling from the movement, as she leaned in, touching a hand to Beerus' shoulder, as her aura briefly permeated, though not in any visible way, as she brought her lips near his ear, and whispered, "And yes, in case you're wondering, I know about much of the events of yesterday, and am also aware of everything that was said in that room, between you and my two daughters. Themis' magic couldn't stop me, I'm afraid, when I technically was present in the room, through my earthen form. Your palace, at the end of the day, is made from material that comes from me, and is built atop that which is also a part of me, as well as one of my children."

Again, another lie. Whilst it was true that she could do that, it was actually her son, again, who could hear and see everything that happened on, inside and atop his mountainous form. This included the palace, which had simply become a part of him, and thus, he, unlike anyone else, was able to hear what had been said in that room with Beerus, Theia and Themis, despite the latter's spell being made to prevent such a thing.

He would never be doing such a thing again, though, as she'd had him promise to never do it another time without her expressed permission, which essentially meant Beerus' permission, as she herself wouldn't be doing it without him being fine with it, as she'd just told him.

Beerus had to supress the need to sigh. So much for the privacy of that room, then, Themis. He thought. At the very least though, it appeared Gaea had done something with her magic, just now, to make it so that only he could hear her, and perhaps her him, too, as a glance up told him that the Hekatonkheires clearly hadn't heard a word of what she'd just said. And if they hadn't, then Themis, who was the closest to him, also couldn't either, as he could feel her curiosity and confusion, over what might be being said to him, right now.

"I just want you to know, that while it displeases me to hear what you've given Theia as a task to do, I also understand it, and won't make a fuss. The punishment for my son, Hyperion, is reasonable enough, given what's happened, and is something I'd certainly prefer over him being stuck in the state you've had him left in, until now, for a long time to come. My only hope, is that he truly does learn from this, and become a better person for it, even if he ultimately, and foolishly, chooses to hold an eternal grudge against you."

Pfft. That last part he could see, and she was right to call it foolish, but the part before it? He seriously doubted that buffoon was capable of it. Seemed too dumb, in his view.

"As for what's going on with my other daughter…" Mother Earth continued, throwing a small glance Themis' way, before she grinned. "Can't say that I foresaw such a thing, with her last favour, but I approve of her being your first consort. She'll be a fine lover to you, I'm sure, and perhaps a good teacher for certain things that will be beneficial for you, with other consorts that I'm sure you'll have in the future." She teased, unable to help herself with him, getting an eyeroll and a groan from him, as she giggled. "And who knows? Seeing as you seem to have thankfully gotten over that weird behaviour of yours, from before, when it came to myself or your closest kin, maybe I or Rhea, despite her current refusal, will be one of them. You never know~." She winked suggestively.

"Aaaand we're done with this conversation." Beerus bluntly stated, as he gazed at her, ignoring the reaction of his third leg to that last chunk she'd communicated to him, and the part of him that enjoyed such a thought. "Tease me with nonsense like that anymore, and you can forget about me coming with you to wherever it is you need me." He threatened.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop." Gaea continued grinning, for a moment, clearly enjoying his reactions, before her expression became much more focused and serious. "It is better for this doling of punishments to conclude as soon as possible, after all."

"Good to see we're thinking alike, this time." He muttered to her, as whatever spell she'd put up broke away, allowing all around them to hear their voices, once again, as she backed away, and he pointedly forced his eyes to not zone in on her jiggling boob-planets, like the traitorous bastards that they were, at the minute.

"Alright then, time to get this little show over with!" He exclaimed, before anyone else could say anything for an interruption, as he raised a hand above his head, and clicked his fingers, sending out a small pulse of his power, putting an end to the spell that kept hold of the unconscious foes.

No sooner did he do this, did all of them begin to stir, as he slightly lessened his other spell's hold on their movement, other than Atlas, who remained unmoving. His body as limp and lifeless as it had been before, even as everyone else began to peel their eyes open around him.

Beerus was quick to notice this, as the rest of the crowd began to shakily rise with groans and moans, not knowing where they were, just yet. Their private bits fully exposed, as they did, which in Beerus view, gave them somewhat the appearance of uncivilized animals that needed to be taught some manners.

Rather fitting, now that he thought about it, even if he could've done without having to see any of the male gods' dangling bits. Though, admittedly, it did act somewhat as an arousal repellent, over the naked goddesses alongside him, who otherwise, on their own, would just be making his downstairs problem even more annoying to deal with.

"Ughhh… What happened?" Koios questioned, as he held his head in his hand.

"Nnngh… I don't know, brother…" Krios responded to him, hearing his brother voice the same thought that he had. "Last thing I remember is…"

He paused, as the memory of his defeat, and of the betrayal of their sister Theia, came screeching back into his head. And likewise, as that happened, the memory of his brother's defeat at Hestia's hands came to Koios just as strongly. The latter being left in stunned silence over that ending, whilst Krios growled in anger, at his sister turning her back on them.

"Grrrr! Damn you, Theia!" He roared in outrage. "How dare you commit such… a…" The angry Titan trailed off, as his eyes looked out and saw Beerus and co staring right at him, as his fists clenched beneath him, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

"Such an intelligent act? Yes, I know, Krios, she showed far more wisdom in that moment than you ever have, didn't she?" Styx, ever the spiteful one to those she disliked or hated, couldn't help but sneer at him with a harsh jab.

Beerus snorted a small bit of laughter, hearing the insult, as did the Hekatonkheires, whilst those who'd woken up heard all of this, and almost immediately snapped to attention, as they made it to their knees, but no more, as Beerus did not allow it. The group staring out towards Beerus' assembled group in shock, noticing them finally. Their heads then swivelled, as they recognized they were all in the shadow of something big, and paled when they saw the Hekatonkheires standing behind them, and towering over their small bodies with their mountainous heights. They then took notice, for a final touch, as they all looked out, that their allies who had fallen much earlier in the war, were now laying or on their knees alongside them, or in other cases, practically on top of them.

All except for the two elder Titans, who kept staring forward in shock at Beerus, able to sense the rest pretty quickly, and Atlas, who, once again, had yet to move even a muscle, and remained unconscious between them.

"Hope you lot had a good nap, because from here, your fates are entirely in my hands." Beerus announced, his voice amplified by magic, to be loud enough for all to hear. "You lost the war, and now, you are to be punished for the choices you made. The main one, of course, being standing against us, in the first place."

"O-Oh fuck…!" One of the minor gods cried out, somewhere further back in the crowd. "Suh-Somebody please tell me this is a bad dream!"

"O-Oi! Oneiroi! This dark dream isn't funny, you know!" A goddess somewhere else in crowd screamed out in panic and terror, believing, or convincing herself to still be in the land of dreams, and not the horrible reality that she was actually present in, with all her allies.

Beerus could only assume that whatever god, or perhaps gods, these 'Oneiroi' were, that said goddess called out to, in vain, were the god or gods of dreams. It was the only thing that made sense, and something he'd file away for later.

"This is no dream of yours, or of any of you, I'm afraid." Zeus cleared his throat and spoke up, using the same magic Beerus had to make his voice travel, as his eyes looked out across the crowd of defeated deities with a deadly serious aura. "It is as my elder brother said, you lost the war, and are now being held here for your judgment. Cry in despair about that, if you wish, but it shall change nothing."

"Try to flee, if you wish. Even if you succeed in standing and running away, it won't help you any." Hades' voice intoned in the same manner as his brothers, as he watched the group with cold, seemingly unfeeling eyes. "You will be easily stopped by one of us, after all, if you do."

"Quite right, you two." Beerus acknowledged them both briefly, without turning to look at them, as he saw the deities' faces pale further, many of them who'd been put under his spell no doubt having thought similar to those two deities who'd spoken up, only to have their tiny hopes dashed in an instant.

"S-Screw you! I'm not just going to lay down and accept this!..." One random, male god, around the middle of the pack, just as Beerus had suspected might happen, gained a rebellious air, in the face of what was to come, as while he was unable to force himself to his feet, they all could feel his power rising. The god clearly doing his best to push through Beerus' spell, and ascend to his True Divine Form, either to foolishly try to fight, or to make an escape. "Cuh-Come on, everyone! We outnumber them! We-"

PWISH!

The aura cut off, just as the fool's call to action did, as the squishy sound of a head being popped like a juicy grape resonated out in a small shockwave, with the defiant, minor god's head being crushed in the blink of an eye. Right between one of Braireus' many index fingers and thumbs, as the massive giant leaned down to very casually deal with him.

"Anyone else want to try?" The eldest hundred-handed one grinned toothily down at the now even more terrified group of gods and goddesses, as the god's body he'd pinched the head off of flopped down below his hand, spilling ichor from his crushed stump of a head, before it began to regenerate. "Because trust me, with how long it'd take any of you to transform, we can make a little game out of it, my brothers and I, as to how many heads we can pop between our fingers, to see who can get the highest number. Right until you lot get the message that you aren't allowed to run away from this, and you're definitely not winning any fight with us, either, even with your numbers. So, if I were you, I'd keep my head down."

If there had been any other rebellious thoughts in the heads of any of them, to try to flee or fight, it died a cruel death, then and there, with that single, easy display of strength from just one of the Hekatonkheires, as every other minor god shut their mouth and remained still.

"Aww, shame. And here I was hoping there'd still be a few of you dumb enough to try. Oh, well…" Briareus sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed that the puny gods beneath him had a little more brains than that single buffoon, who by now, had fully healed, and was gazing up at him with wide, cowed and fearful.

His words only seemed to cause more terror to fill the hearts of the gathered, nude gods, which Beerus had to let out a chuckle at, for just how effective Briareus' action and words had been.

"Thanks for that, Briareus." Beerus threw him a swift, appreciative wave, which the giant responded to with a thumbs up.

"No problem at all. Just doing my job." He said back in a laid-back manner, as if he'd just set down a heavy load of weight or something, rather than popping a god's head off, of which he was now wiping the gore and bone fragments of, off on the only thing worn on his body, which covered his genitals. Something that he and his brothers, thankfully, had either conjured for themselves, or Themis had conjured for them, when she'd gone to speak with them on his behalf. It didn't really matter which, so long as they didn't have their genitalia dangling out too, as nobody needed to see that.

Beerus made to proceed then, only for a feeling of befuddlement to overtake him, as he sensed Atlas' consciousness remain firmly out, and glared at his limp form, wondering why he still hadn't begun waking yet, even after he gave a moment more for him to stir, like the rest of them had. "Oi. Why isn't this moron waking up, like the rest of them are?" He asked to nobody in particular, as he pointed toward the Titan general's downed form.

"Ah… Well, I might be able to explain that, Lord Beerus…" Iapetus chimed in with an awkward cough into his hand, choosing to be more respectful, by addressing Beerus with such a title, and as he expected, many heads of deities that had just woken up, especially his brothers, swivelled in his direction in utter shock. All of them glaring in disbelief, as they saw him just standing there, on the sidelines with his granddaughter and son, without lifting a muscle to help them, or looking like he was in any danger himself.

"I-Iapetus!? What are you doing just standing over there!? Why aren't you lifting a finger to help us!?" Krios shouted out, sounding hurt, stunned beyond measure, and angered, all in one, as the reason for why he might be began to dawn on him. "D-Don't tell me you… you actually…"

"Surrendered himself and essentially switched sides? Yes, yes, he has, but that isn't important right now." Beerus replied with a dismissive wave toward the Titan, as he zoned in on Iapetus, while pointing at Atlas again. "You said you could explain this?"

"Ah, yes. You see, something like this happened the last time my son was felled by your younger brothers, specifically Poseidon and Zeus with their weapons, and then had the mist that remained launched away by the Hekatonkheires and one of their flying boulders." The Titan of mortality recalled for him, with an almost sheepish rub of the back of his head, as he glanced between the hundred-handed ones and Zeus. "After being struck by their weapons, even after he regenerated, he remained unconscious for multiple days, before finally waking up, and then did so with side-effects from your brothers' final attacks that took some time to fade. I would assume he was felled by them again, during the final battle, but this time, with a much more potent version of what they did last time, which will possibly keep him down like this for far longer than even that. He may well be out for weeks, perhaps even months, or years…"

"Pfft. My ass, he will!" Beerus scoffed loudly, before focusing his power on Atlas, and clicking his fingers, sending another pulse of his domain's might through him, instantly eradicating the state of unconsciousness that would've continued to claim him for the foreseeable future, otherwise.

"Gaaaah!?" Atlas then awoke with a start, screaming his head off momentarily, making his two uncles flinch away, as much as they could, as he instantly jolted to his knees, looking up and snapping his gaze left, right and everywhere in-between, with a comically alarmed expression, before his features settled into one of pure confusion, as he nursed his head with his hand. "W-Wha…? Where… Am I…?"

"Oh, nowhere important, Atlas. Just the spot where you and all of these other idiots are to be punished for their actions." Beerus responded with a cruel shrug, causing Atlas' attention to turn to him.

"Punished…?" Atlas mouthed the word, only looking more confused now, as he nursed his head more. His visage going blank, before incredulous. "Is this some sort of elaborate joke…?"

"No joke here, Atlas. It is all very real." Beerus answered, as he took a few steps forward, closing some of the distance between himself and the Titan, who towered over him, even while knelt down, due to being in his Titan size, whereas Beerus was down to his normal size. The god of destruction having to look up towards his face because of this, as opposed to the opposite way around. "You lost the battle and the war, and now, you'll be getting exactly what you deserve for your choices."

"I… what…?" Atlas' visage became one of greater confusion, as he stared blankly at Beerus. "What battle? What war…? I… can't remember…" He muttered, feeling nothing but static in his head, as he tried to recall whatever the hell it was that the small, purple-haired god was yapping on about, before his eyes narrowed on said god with an equally strong amount of genuine befuddlement that caught Beerus as off-guard as the rest of what he'd said had. "Also… who are you, exactly…? I… can't recall ever knowing you… Matter of fact…" His features pinched. "I don't know who I am either. Is Atlas, as you called me, truly my name…?"

"Huh?" Beerus blinked and stared at him in disbelief, before swivelling his head in both Iapetus and Zeus' directions. "Could either of you explain this?"

"A side-effect of my thunderbolt's power, combined with my own, which Iapetus so helpfully mentioned before." Zeus answered with crossed arms, able to tell Atlas wasn't just screwing with them. "Thanks to the Ophiotaurus, I am fully aware of not only my own powers, but that of my thunderbolt as well. It is capable of hindering movement, as well as the mind, evidenced by Atlas' memory loss." It could also, due to said knowledge he'd been granted, do much more than that, with it being an extension of his will, but Zeus chose not to mention this, as it wasn't important, at the moment.

"Haaah…" Beerus just sighed, at this point. "Guess that's another thing to get rid of. No problem, I suppose."

"Get rid of? What do you-" Atlas didn't get to finish his question, as Beerus pointed his index and middle finger at him this time, sending yet another pulse of destruction through the Titan, this time, targeting and destroying what ailed his mind. Something that took a lot more effort for Beerus to do, than he openly let on, forcing him to call upon much of his domain's will to vanquish it and its resistance, much to his temporary, inward surprise.

Tch. Those Cyclopes really are masters of their craft, forging weapons that manage to resist my power, like that… Beerus thought to himself, more impressed than annoyed, at once again, just how impressive what they'd made for him and his brothers were. Because he knew well that his weapon, along with Poseidon's and Hades', no doubt held much the same resilience, to whatever curse they inflicted upon another, and it being forcibly taken care of.

Then again, he was only in his base state. This likely would be a piece of cake to do, if he were in his True Divine Form, instead. Still impressive, though, he wouldn't deny that.

"Guh!... Haaa!?..." Atlas made a few convulsing noises, as suddenly, every memory that was previously lost to him, returned full force into his head with a vengeance! The experience nearly causing him to briefly fall over in cranial pain, as both hands now gripped it, but he held strong, as he soon recalled everything. Literally, everything, this time.

Once the deluge of memories was over, and Atlas was aware of everything again, he stared down at the ground for a moment, in shock over the whole situation, and how things were playing out.

"Nnrgh…!" The Titan then grit his teeth, veins beginning to pop as, somewhat impressively, he resisted the pull of Beerus spell, and shakily rose to his feet, further towering over the god of destruction. "Y-You… where is Lord Kronos!?"

"Destroyed and gone, like I promised he would be. What do you think?" Beerus derisively sniped back, completely unperturbed by Atlas' rise, as he endured and powered through Beerus' magic. A level of that was by no means as potent as he could make it, in his base state alone. "That was his punishment for his actions. Yours, on the other hand, like all of your allies sat or lying around you, will be decided here and now."

"Grrr… And you think I'll just kneel down and accept that…?" the Titan god of endurance and strength looked about ready to crush Beerus into paste, with the way his muscles, massive as they already were, bulged, and his hands curled into tight fists, packed with his own power, despite the magic trying to hold him back.

"I'm almost surprised your dumb ass actually thinks that your acceptance is needed. Then again, I suppose you were a stubborn idiot to begin with, and my brothers eviscerating you at the end of your battle likely didn't do you any good, up here, either." Beerus mockingly pointed at his head. "Feel free to throw a punch, if you want. It won't make your situation any better."

"Quiet, you!..." Atlas snarled, forcing his massive arm back with his clenched fist poised to strike down upon Beerus' head. "You're nothing but a scoundrel, and a liar! I refuse to believe Lord Kronos is gone. Whatever you've done with him, I'll find him after I-"

"Father! Please stop!" Kalypso cried out, not willing to watch this sequence play out, as she knew that her father trying to strike Beerus wouldn't end well for him. Her arm stretched out toward him placatingly, as her father's now shocked face snapped in her direction, almost not believing his own two eyes, when he saw her. "You trying to attack Beerus won't do you any good. And besides, even if you did manage to get away, what he says is true… Kronos is gone. There's nothing left of him, in this world."

"Kalypso…? What…? Why are you…" Atlas fumbled with what to say to his daughter, seeing her unharmed, and simply standing on the sidelines, unbothered by whatever Beerus was afflicting him and his cohorts with.

Her words then clicked for him, in regards to Kronos. Beerus' word, he could deny, but his own daughter's, whom would never lie to him?

Was it possible she'd been tricked? He could buy that, as his sweet, little girl could never intentionally tell a lie to him, but she could potentially be spouting a lie that she was unaware of being a lie.

"I felt it, father… Everyone conscious, at the time, did too." Kalypso elaborated, clutching her hand to her chest, as she met her father's eyes with a pleading gaze, seeing that he still didn't believe what he was hearing. "Kronos' existence is no more. Beerus did destroy him. Ask anyone else, even the primordials themselves, like Lady Gaea, over there, and they'll tell you the same. He's gone, at Beerus' will, and won't ever be coming back."

"What she speaks is true, dear Atlas. My youngest Titan son really is no more. You won't ever find him, even if you were allowed to go search, as there's nothing to find, from someone who no longer exists." Gaea spoke up, her unwavering tone lacking any sort of grief over what she was saying, as she delivered the fate of Kronos verbally, showing just how disconnected she had become from him, due to his actions, as she folded her arms by her waist.

"He… He really was… genuinely destroyed, like that…?" Atlas muttered, his fist lowering, as he stretched his senses, far and wide, searching for his king with all his will.

And all he found, was nothingness. Not a trace of the Titan he had pledged himself to, body, mind or soul, reinforcing the words of Mother Earth, as well as his daughter, who both backed up Beerus' claim, causing the mighty Titan to pale at the reality of the situation, as it truly dawned him.

"Hmph. Looks like that thick skull of yours finally recognised reality. At least, as far as Kronos is concerned, anyway." Beerus piped back up, before he clapped his hands together, and with another surge of destruction, Atlas grunted in surprise, and pain, teeth gnashing together as his legs, strong and sturdy as they were, folded under the invisible pressure pinning down on his body, which was now greatly enhanced, dropping him roughly to his knees. The impact of which echoed, as they crushed the ground beneath him into a crater several metres deep, and wide enough to catch his uncles in it, along with a few gods and goddesses behind him, causing them all to yelp, as they lost their balance, and rolled down embarrassingly into it. The elder Titans smacking their sides against their nephew's legs., while the lesser deities piled up against each other, while crashing into Atlas' ass and feet, given the size difference.

Beerus almost pitied the latter, all of whom had their faces stuck pressed up against the Titan's rear and feet, but honestly, he found it more funny, than anything else, and actively had to control himself from letting out a bark of laughter, hearing them gag and give muffled moans of disgust and despair.

"Now then, on with the show." The destroyer moved on, now that Atlas had been put in his place, for now. For he knew he'd come to him later, for the grovelling. "You all know the reason you're here now, so I'll just cut right to it." He said, mainly addressing the assembled crowd of deities around the trio of Titans, including the ones suffocating beneath Atlas' rear. "Seeing as most of you are completely irrelevant fodder, I can't be bothered to come up with individual punishments for you all, so all of you, who were not my bastard father's most trusted allies, will be handed the same one, to make things easier and faster."

His words might've caused outrage, for such a blatant insult, but the crowd of deities were obviously far too cowed, not just by him, but also by the Hekatonkheires looming over them, to say anything back to him, or show anything other than fear.

Placing his fists behind his back and touching them together, Beerus relayed the only idea he'd thought up for the thousands of lesser gods and goddesses before him. "For starters, all of you, show some respect and bow your heads!"

It truly did speak volumes of how bad of a position they had all come to realize they were in, by now, both for those who'd just woken up, and those who'd been awake beforehand, that all of the minor deities almost immediately responded out of fear. Thousands strong scrambling to get on hands and knees as they lowered their heads enough to where most pressed into the ground.

The only ones that probably didn't do this were the ones pressed against Atlas' behind, but Beerus paid them no mind, as they were already in an even more embarrassing state, in his mind, so it didn't matter.

"The punishment for all of you is simple. From here on, you shall all pledge your undying loyalty and subservience to me, and my siblings. If at any point, in the future, I or any of them give any of you an order, you will follow it, regardless of how you may feel about it. Failure to do so…" Beerus considered stating that destruction would be their fate, purely out of habit, but stopped himself. He was trying to be better than that. Doing it like this was basically just making their current punishment destruction, but with extra steps, basically, so he had to give something else. Something that could still involve his domain of destruction, but not outright erasing them from existence…

But what, though? Destroy one or more of their senses, perhaps? Destroy their power, reducing them to that of what was essentially a regular human, though those didn't quite exist just yet, but they still lived forever? Maybe destroy their immortality itself, reducing them to a mere mortal who would be beholden to death? Hmm… Plenty of options… All of which, he really should've parsed through for one, before he started this, but had cared so little for the fodder, that all he'd thought about, was the pledge, and that was it.

Shit, and now he had to say something, and he couldn't just pick the option that had become the most natural to him, after millions upon millions of years doing it in Universe 7, when he was displeased, to make this easier. He'd technically be breaking his word then, after all.

"Excuse me, Beerus? If I may make a suggestion?" Styx piped up, turning his attention to her, as she moved closer to him. The goddess having clearly sensed his pause for deliberation, and likely knew he hadn't actually thought of anything, due to a lack of care, given the way she lightly smirked, but made no mention of it at all.

Curious and also inwardly grateful for the intervention, to a degree, as it meant he may not have to bother going through the effort of cooking something up himself for these peons, Beerus nodded his head for her to continue. "Go on."

"How about some variety?" She said to him with what he could construe as a borderline evil grin. "I know you said that you couldn't be bothered to think up individual punishments for each, but I could do that for you, if you want?" She offered, as her hand touched her bosom, when she came to a stop by his side. "I'd like to think I'm pretty decent at coming up with penalties for those who are deserving of it. Just ask Pallas, if you don't believe me."

Krios' growl could be heard at the mention of his son's name by her, amplified after what she'd said to him during their battle. Something that only caused the goddess' grin to broaden, knowing just how much that enraged and upset the Titan, which only brought her a spiteful form of pleasure.

"Hmm… You may have a point there, actually…" Beerus hummed in recognition, as he recalled that her and her children's punishment, whatever it had been, had been enough to break the god entirely, from what he'd been told, and having him pathetically begging for their forgiveness, swearing he'd never go against them again.

Considering how he'd been told Pallas was, since he'd never actually met him in-person, on account of being unconscious during the Titan army's first assault on Olympus, and thus, only had Styx' word to go off of, he had evidently been a very prideful god that would be resistant to anything that was against the side he'd chosen. More so than potentially this lot, anyway, outside Atlas and his two uncles, and yet, Styx had no problem breaking him down, with whatever they had done to him, beneath her river.

If nothing else, she was giving him an excuse to not bother wasting brain power on an army of unnamed goons that didn't matter as much as the Titans themselves did, or those closest to them, such as in the case of Kalypso or, as she'd mentioned, Pallas.

Was she getting involved like this just to help him out, like she'd done to the best of her ability, for the war? Or was this due to a more selfish reason, on her part, such as the darker side to her getting some bit of pleasure out of punishing those who'd allied themselves with people she hated. It could even be both, knowing her, as those seemed like the two reasons she'd have, knowing her like he did.

If he agreed to hand this off to her, he would absolutely owe her a favour for it, though. And even though he liked her, he, again, didn't like owing those to anyone.

It was then, that an idea came to him, what with all that was in his head right now, which resolved both, and also delegated more work that he'd otherwise have to do, on his own. Not to mention, though this was much lesser, making up for the fact he was going to do absolutely nothing about Pan, the way she wanted. It was something that he nearly patted himself on the back for thinking up, on the spot, given how it would make his life even easier, when he took the position as King of the Universe.

He did remember her saying on the day they'd met, when asked what she'd want in return to honour her for her allegiance and services, was simply the fall of Kronos' regime, and for something better to take its place. Even with that being the case, he doubted she'd mind what he was about to throw out there, for her now, as it could fall under that, and did, at least in his mind.

"You know what? We'll go with that. It's all on you, Styx." Beerus readily agreed with a grin of his own, placing a hand on her shoulder, as those fools continued to bow their heads, not saying a word, for fear of earning his ire. "Matter of fact, how about this? From now on, when anyone is swearing an unbreakable oath, it'll be to you and that river of yours, with you deciding the punishment for them, should they break it. How does that sound?"

Styx' eyes widened in surprise at the proposal, having clearly not expected him to offer her something like that.

Nor did anyone else, as similarly, everyone on their side widened their eyes in surprise, as well, caught off-guard by Beerus' sudden proposal.

"Consider it my way of honouring you for your services." He added with a smirk. "You did tell me, after all, that you wanted a better regime to replace Kronos', and I certainly wouldn't mind you being a part of it, in this way. If you're up for it, that is."

"My, my… I can't say I expected this…" The goddess genuinely looked speechless for a small moment. "Are you sure you wish to do that, Beerus?"

"Most definitely." He nodded, silently and impatiently hoping she'd just accept already, so he could swiftly move this all along, but he didn't let that show. "I have good reason to trust you, after all."

Unbeknownst to everyone, other than Metis, who glanced toward him, Zeus frowned, as the unspoken implication of Beerus making a decision like that – even though he personally didn't disagree with it, in the slightest – was not lost on him.

Meanwhile, Beerus' words seemed to trigger something in the eldest Oceanid, for she soon beheld him to perhaps the single most pure, beatific smile he'd ever seen from her, as her eyes glowed with immense appreciation and, dare he say, adulation, even.

"Heh. Very well, then. I will happily and graciously accept that position, Bee-" She paused, before respectfully inclining her head to him. "Lord Beerus. Pardon me. I appear to have gotten too used to addressing the soon-to-be King of the Universe so informally." She let out a tiny giggle at this 'mistake' of hers.

Beerus simply waved her off casually. "It's fine. No matter the situation, you can address me without the title, if you want. I don't mind if it's you."

Gaea had to supress the urge to let out a teasing remark, as she and everyone else watched Styx' cheeks pinken just a little, from such a simple admission. One which admitted enough value and personal connection, from him to her, to where he didn't mind if she didn't address him with a formal title that most would come to, soon enough.

"My… How kind of you~." The eldest Oceanid remarked with a pretty smile and another tiny giggle, as she felt what seemed like a few butterflies flapping in her stomach, for a moment. A pleasant sensation she hadn't felt in quite some time, but one she was more than happy to feel again.

If he kept this kind of attitude up, even without the Pan thing, he might just have her willing to part with her current road for abstinence much sooner than she first thought, and partake in certain acts of passion with him, if he so desired it.

Maybe.

Beerus then turned his attention back to the crowd of peons that still had their heads bowed. "Alright, in case some of you didn't hear all of that, there's been a small change." His voice boomed louder. "You'll now be making that pledge I spoke of, but making it on Styx and her river, who will have my blessing. Break it, and she will be the decider of your fate, with my backing, of course." He added, as he sent his blessing right through Styx, melding it to her will, and causing her to lightly shiver, from the odd, but pleasant and empowering feeling. "And, unless you want to try my patience, I suggest you do that now."

Though they were all hesitant, and obviously didn't look like they wanted to do it, it didn't take even a few seconds, before every last one of the lesser deities crumbled, and did as he asked – AKA, demanded – they do, in near-perfect unison. "W-We swear on the river Styx, that we will pledge ourselves to you, and your siblings, with our undying loyalty and subservience!"

Their loud chant wasn't just heard, but felt by both Styx and Beerus. The former more so than the latter, as she felt a sort of connection be made between herself and the deities, from the swearing alone. A connection that she instantly got the feeling would let her know if any of them broke their oath, and who had done it, which would allow her to curse them at will, even if she was personally nowhere near them.

"Good to see you lot aren't completely dumb, and know when to do what you're told, I suppose." Beerus quipped, before raising and clicking his fingers, once again. The act sending out another pulse of destruction, this time, ridding all of the minor gods of the magic he had on them, which kept them restricted. "All of you are free to go, now."

His words didn't quite seem to jolt the gods and goddesses out of their stupor, as they all upturned their heads to stare at him in shock, contempt, and several other emotions that he couldn't be bothered to identify.

"Well? What are you all waiting for? An invitation?" Beerus gazed out at them coldly, after a moment of them not budging, as he motioned his hand toward them in a 'shooing' motion. "Get lost. You're no longer needed here!"

That seemed to jolt them awake, as, without any further hesitation, the many thousands of lesser deities that had once made up Kronos' army, fled the scene through teleportation without another word, leaving all the space where they'd previously occupied glittering with the fading golden specks they left behind.

"Nngh!... Damn traitors and cowards, every last one of them!..." Krios growled, seeing them all depart so pathetically, in his mind, leaving just himself, Koios, and Atlas remaining as those to be punished. All of whom were still under the effect of the destroyer's spell.

"That they may be, but the decision they made there was the only one with any sense to it. Resistance would've been futile." Beerus shot back at the angry Titan, as he lasered in on him, Atlas and Koios. The spell he had for his voice being put off, as he no longer really required it, with just these three stooges here. "Enough about them, though. Now that they're gone, that just leaves you three."

"Tch! Let me guess, you'll want us to 'grovel at your feet like the dogs we are', as you so thoughtfully put it, the day you escaped from Kronos' gut." Krios sneered, looking like he had no intention of ever doing that. "That, and perhaps force us to make the same pledge you made them make? If so, guess again. I don't care what you say or do, I'm not doing that!" He hissed, before turning his scornful eyes to Styx. "Especially not if it means making a vow to her or you."

"I agree…" Atlas rumbled, as he forced a glare out at Beerus, mainly.

Something which Koios copied. "Same here."

"Well, you're right about the first part, at least, though I do suppose the second part wouldn't be bad to add in, either." Beerus shrugged again, not looking like he cared about their defiance at all, which just further annoyed the trio. "That being said, it really doesn't matter if you don't want to do it. Whether you grovel willingly, or by force, it makes no difference to me."

Beerus then swapped his glare between Krios and Koios. After deliberating on it, while there were plenty of options, only one idea truly stuck out, less for any physical aspect, and more so for how much of a middle finger it would be to them, and by proxy, the now destroyed Kronos' legacy. The only problem with it was, for those that had been around long enough, him going through with it would be something he knew they wouldn't like. He definitely knew Themis wouldn't, as she'd made that clear during their conversation, and Gaea wouldn't be a fan, either, for sure, but he was sure they would trust him enough with dealing with any potential future consequences. He already had a bit of a plan in mind for it, too, to show that this wasn't just something being done recklessly.

With all that in mind, he smirked wickedly. "When it comes to you two, though, what I did have in mind, is something I'm sure you'll find to be even worse than that."

"Do your worst…" Krios spat, and knowing what he was about to do, Beerus had to hold back a laugh, knowing well the expressions he and Koios would have, soon enough.

"Very well." He said, knowing well that a certain heavenly god would be listening, as he spoke. "As punishment to you two, both for what you've done, and your continued disrespect, I'm going to reverse the one thing of note that you two, along with your brothers, managed to accomplish."

"Huh…?" Koios narrowed his eyes in deep confusion. "What in Tartarus' name are you talking about?"

Beerus pointed up to the sky, with his eyes glowing darkly, and before he'd even said it, Themis gasped, knowing exactly what he was about to say, and Gaea wasn't far behind her, in realizing where he was going with this.

"I'm going to restore your father back to what he was before he got chopped up!"

"W-What!?" Both elder Titans screamed in shock and horror, their features instantly paling at the mere thought.

Iapetus was in a similar boat, hearing this, flinching back with eyes wide and shocked at such a proclamation.

"Y-You wouldn't dare!" Koios yelled, refusing to believe him. "That's a bluff! It has to be!"

"What he said!" Krios jerked his head. "Something like that can't be possible!"

"I'm capable of destroying someone's existence entirely, and already know I'm capable of destroying the effect of Kronos' scythe, given I did it already with mother, in case you weren't aware, yet you idiots think I can't remove Ouranos affliction, if I really want to?" Beerus scoffed at them, like the morons he knew them to be.

His response only seemed to make them pale even more, as they found no falsehood in his words.

"T-That's madness… Bringing him back to form is absolute madness, you fool!" Krios screeched, looking downright terrified now, as he managed to turn himself to glare up at the Hekatonkheires. "Are you three idiots actually going to allow him to do that!? Our father treated you three even worse than he did us! You know what he's really like!"

"Mother, there's no way you could be okay with that, either!" Koios yelled in panic toward Gaea, nervous sweat peeling off his skin. "You were the one who helped us take him down, in the first place, because you knew how awful he truly was to us all! And you have to know what'd happen, if he came back to full strength!" His head then swivelled over to Themis. "And sister, a traitor though you may be, you went through much the same that we did, back then! There's no way you could be okay with him doing that, either!"

"I'm not." Themis answered readily, with a discontented sigh, giving Koios and Krios a flicker of hope, before it was extinguished, as she threw a look Beerus' way. One that was a mix between displeased and trusting. "Like you, I'd rather that monster stay as he is, however, I do trust Beerus to be able to handle him, if he does restore him to form, for he has yet to let me down, so far, and I don't think he'd start now."

"I have faith in him too, to be able to handle that situation, should he go through with it." Gaea piped up, showing her support as well, even though she clearly wasn't a fan of the idea of Ouranos being restored, either. "Beerus' power, unlike yours, my boys, is great enough, from what I felt, when he was ascended, that he should be capable of dealing with my first son and consort, should he choose to start causing trouble."

"Feh! We trust him too, even if we'll despise seeing our father's rotten face again, in the flesh!" Briareus rumbled, his voice echoing further than before with a mostly neutral expression, as he folded all his arms together in pairs, while his brothers nodded in agreement. "Had it been anyone else suggesting it, we probably would've crushed them for it, but since it's Beerus, we're certain he can always just reduce him back to what he is now, if he gets it in his head to try to take the throne back and make our lives awful, again."

"Mad… You've all gone mad!..." Krios roared in outrage and disbelief at what he was hearing.

"Or, perhaps, foolish son of mine, they speak sense." A familiar, mocking voice intoned, making Koios and Krios still, and Iapetus freeze, while Atlas narrowed his eyes, and the Hekatonkheires silently glare down vehemently, as Beerus and co turned their attention upwards, above all of their heads, where the mists of a cloud suddenly formed and then coalesced until they formed the visage of Ouranos upon it. His face sneering down at his two sons primarily with contempt.

"Y-You…" Krios grit his teeth, and despite the nervous and scared sweat pouring down his body, he managed a ferocious, enraged glare up at his father. "How dare you…!"

"How dare I what, you stupid boy? Forgotten how to speak properly, already, have you?" Ouranos mockingly and derisively scoffed. "Not like I don't already know what you'll scream at me about, as if you throwing a pitiful temper tantrum will change anything."

Leaving his son Krios to bristle uselessly, and Koios to just as uselessly glare hatefully at him, Ouranos briefly turned his gaze in Iapetus' direction. "It is a shame I do not get to see you here for your punishment as well, Iapetus, but then, I guess we don't always get what we want, now do we?"

"Bastard…" Iapetus growled under his breath, staring just as hatefully at his father, as his brothers did, with his own fists clenched.

"Ah, and there you are, Gaea. It has been some time since we last spoke to each other, hasn't it, my dear?" Ouranos remarked in a more pleasant tone, as he turned his sights to his former consort.

"It has, Ouranos. And personally, I'd hoped it would be longer." Gaea replied without a shred of hesitance in her brutally honest quip, as she gave him a cool gaze. "That said, I suppose I must thank you for being so willing to lend your assistance to Beerus and his allies. Because regardless of your own reasons for doing so, had it not been for you, they may have been in a tricker situation against their foes."

"Ah. You don't need to give me gratitude for that. I got what I wanted in the end, which was to see that worthless son of mine, in Kronos, suffer and be obliterated, by this fine god over here." Ouranos responded in complimentary fashion, evidently unbothered by her first statement, as his gaze then switched down to Beerus. "A god who it seems is prepared to do me a great kindness, as well as a most terrible reversal of fortune for the brats who slew me, by restoring me to form, after all. And I must say, I deeply appreciate it."

"You would, wouldn't you? You monster…" Koios snarled. "There's no doubt what's going on in your foul mind, anyway. I can already see you seeking to punish us in your own way, if he does return you to form."

"Haha! What? Punish you?" The cloudy face barked with laughter, before eying his son as though what he'd just said was an awful joke. "Why would I need to waste my time punishing either of you two worthless specks?" His insulting words drew an even greater glare of hate from both, as he went on. "Though I'd have certainly much preferred if either of you got sent to Tartarus, or better yet, destroyed like your younger brother was, I'll be satisfied enough seeing you both grovel at Beerus' feet like the pathetic vermin I know you are, while I return to form, having got to witness all that power and influence you brats gained in my absence be reduced to nothing. That sort of humiliation will be good enough for me."

Ouranos' glare, however, then focused on Atlas, as his expression genuinely darkened, whilst Atlas himself stared back unflinchingly. "You, on the other hand… Atlas, was it? After what you did, in tearing down the heavens, in tearing down me in such a brutish manner? Oh, I definitely have a punishment in mind for you."

Beerus' ears perked up at that. "Do you, now?"

"Curious, are you, Lord Beerus?" Ouranos grinned, addressing him with actual respect, unlike anyone else, bar Gaea, to a degree, while seeing that the destroyer was intrigued. "I could tell you it now, if you wish? Who knows, you might even like it more than what you've come up with for this brute, yourself!"

That wasn't a high bar to cross, given he still hadn't quite decided on anything for Atlas yet, other than the grovelling, of course, but Beerus was hardly about to admit that.

"Sure. Go right ahead. I'm all ears." The god of destruction said back, giving him his permission.

"Gladly." His cloudy eyes shined, as he glanced toward Atlas. "How about, after you've restored me, of course, we place this fool somewhere alone, where for all of eternity, for the heinous crime of pulling down the heavens, amongst his other errors in judgment, he shall, in the ultimate form of irony, be the one charged with upholding it on his shoulders."

"Hold up the heavens?" Beerus rose a brow. "Are you going to purposefully drop yourself on him, then? Because I can't see how that works, otherwise." Beerus did not bother questioning if whether or not Atlas could even pull that off, as if he was capable of ripping it down like a flimsy curtain, despite its usual lack of tangibility, he should, by that same logic, be able to hold it, as well. As stupid as that sentence sounded.

"It was held up before, actually. By me and my brothers." Iapetus suddenly chimed in, snapping Beerus and Ouranos' attention to him. "When we helped your father slice him down with his scythe, right after he cursed Kronos and his consciousness failed, from the damage done to him, his heavenly form," Iapetus pointed above. "soon began to fall. It was through our father's will, you see, that his original form, before he shaped himself a physical one to mate with our mother, was kept the way you see it here, and so, when his will was effectively severed, at the time, his other body, if you will, fell toward our mother's." He explained. "To stop that from happening, due to the immeasurable damage it would cause, myself, Hyperion, Koios and Krios, used our magic together to, in a way, become the pillars that held him up, where he should be, so long as his consciousness remained gone, which we'd thought, at the time, would be forever."

"And, like many things, you were wrong." Ouranos snorted. "Such magic you used, has most definitely expired, with my consciousness regained."

"That it has, unfortunately." Iapetus acknowledged tersely, with a less than enthused grunt.

"And fortunately for us, no matter how much I despise it." Themis said underneath her breath, doing her best to keep herself calm and collected in the face of the only being alive now, that she could honestly say she hated herself, with all her heart.

Ouranos, despite hearing her words just as clearly as Beerus did, and she knew he could, chose to ignore her, outright. Something that suited her, just fine, as she wasn't keen on directly interacting with him, unless she absolutely had to.

"Couldn't just stay gone, could you? You just had to reawaken, didn't you?" Krios muttered angrily, more to himself, than to Ouranos, as he bowed his head, no longer wanting to look upon his visage. "How unfair, this world is. You get to come back and be restored, while my son, Pallas…"

The Titan didn't even finish, going silent, save for the harsh breaths he gave, as he glared at the ground.

"To answer your question, Lord Beerus, in this case, I would be the one purposefully weighing him down, yes." Ouranos went on, cutting right back to what Beerus had asked in the first place, whilst completely ignoring the mini-rant that Krios gave, as he gave him a nod. "The weight would not be so unbearable, mind you, that he would be incapable of carrying it. I can even make that so, for his normal state, but no matter what, it will strain him, and put his domain of endurance to the test, for all of time."

"Hmm… you know what?" Beerus smirked again. "I think I like that idea. It certainly sounds more fitting than mine, anyway." He bullshitted right through his teeth without shame, knowing he still hadn't thought of any definitive one that he would've taken.

"Splendid!" Ouranos' own smile broadened. "I am pleased you're taken with it!"

Yes. The only problem with it though, was that now that it'd been openly decided as a superior punishment to what he had in mind, his word that he'd given to Kalypso actually came back to bite him a little, and he'd have to lessen it, somewhat.

"Damnit all…" Beerus' ears perked slightly, as he heard Koios whisper under his breath, in abhorrence. "I'd rather be viciously beaten to a pulp than have to witness this bastard be allowed to come back to form…"

Hearing such words now, as he thought of how to follow his word to Kalypso, while keeping Atlas' punishment suitably gruelling, Beerus soon felt his brain start firing off with an absolutely fiendish idea. One that he was surprised he hadn't thought of sooner, but was one that had him almost smirking like a devil, as it played well to his strengths.

With it, he'd most certainly get entertainment and punishment for them rolled right into one.

Plan set to be put in motion, Beerus stepped forward, getting closer to Atlas and his two uncles, as his feet grazed against the edge of the crater Atlas sat in on his knees, with the latter wasting no time in centring his glare back on him.

The Titan's two uncles did as well, with eyes full of even more resentment and hate then they'd ever had for him before.

He could see it in their eyes. All three of them wanted to maul him. Eviscerate him where he stood. Humble him, one might even say, for what he was putting them through, and what he planned to put them through.

Hehe. Oh, what he was about to suggest here would definitely not be a hard sell, at all, he thought, as he remained entirely unfazed by their glares, as he spoke, practically face-to-face with the larger, musclebound Titan, now, first. "As fitting as that punishment sounds for you, though, Atlas, never let it be said that I am completely without mercy. Though, this is more for your daughter's sake, than for yours."

"My daughter's?" Atlas mouthed perplexedly, before his eyes narrowed further, and he passed a glance in Kalypso's direction, seeing her concerned face, before shooting his gaze back to Beerus' very punch-able looking face. "What are you playing at with her?"

"Oh, nothing much. She just made a little exchange, you see, while her punishment was being given. One that ensures I am to lessen your punishment."

"She… what?" His eyes widened, shooting back to her once again, and seeing one of his precious girls smile back at him comfortingly, before he yet again turned his sights back to Beerus.

"With that in mind, I've come up with a neat little way to do that. One which I think you and your uncles will be on-board with, as I've decided I'll lump them in too." At this point, Beerus' lips peeled open slightly, showing his pearly-white teeth.

His words had everyone around them, including Ouranos, looking on curiously, wondering what it was that the destroyer had cooked up in his head.

Koios and Krios snuck glances at each other, as well as Atlas, the latter of which never took his eyes off Beerus, as a foreboding feeling suddenly came over them.

"How about I and you three have ourselves a fight?" Beerus' smirk broadened, showing more of his teeth.

The eyes of everyone around him widened.

"A fight…?" Atlas couldn't quite believe he'd just heard that. Nor could his uncles, as they all stared at him in confoundment.

"Yes. A fight! One that has some simple stipulations to it." Despite what else was going on with his body, at the moment, Beerus felt some giddiness, as he spoke of this to them. "If you lot can manage to entertain me a little, I'll not only lessen the degree of Atlas' punishment, but also the one I'm giving you two, as well." He said, while swapping his gaze between the elder Titans. "For instance, starting with you, Atlas, instead of being alone and forever holding up the sky, as Ouranos suggested, you'd be allotted breaks, here and there, where you could leave to do what you please. Heck, I'll even throw in allowing whoever you want to be able to visit you, while you're holding up the heavens as well, whenever they wish, just to be nice."

"And as for you two, Koios and Krios, I'll allow you both to set a rule upon Ouranos, with his restoration, which should he break it, will result in him immediately being reduced back to what he is now." Beerus then added, before anyone, Ouranos included, could react. "The rule would have to be reasonable though, obviously. Something like, for example, he cannot unjustly harm either of you in any way, or he cannot take any unprovoked action against you. Something like that." His hand waved dismissively.

"All that, just so long as we're able to 'entertain' you, as you put it?" Atlas scowled, feeling his pride as both a Titan and a warrior get insulted, regardless of what he'd just found out about the destroyer's capabilities, hearing the god speak as if fighting them were merely a form of his own fun and amusement, as if that was all they could manage to give him, at best. "Pray tell, seeing as you haven't mentioned it yet, what should happen if one of us manages to defeat you?"

Beerus quirked a brow at that, feeling some mirth from such a stupid question, as an inclination to answer him back with a simple 'you won't' was near overwhelming. Instead, he controlled himself, and chose to humour such an idea, for this occasion.

"Assuming you can, hypothetically speaking, if I'm defeated, I'll revoke all of your punishments entirely." The destroyer replied, dropping a proverbial, metaphorical bomb on the Titans and everyone else listening. "No grovelling. No holding up the sky. No restoration of Ouranos. None of it. You can forget it all, and the three of you can walk away without even a slap on the wrist for your offences. Heck, if you manage to pull that off, you can decide amongst yourselves which of you three gets to be King of the Universe, too."

Hearing his response left the trio of Titans shocked.

"You would… wager not only our complete freedom… but also the very power you have taken from your father and us?" Atlas spoke for the three of them, with the sheer amount of disbelief in his tone.

"Yep. You're damn right I would." Beerus grinned confidently. "You lot, even together, have absolutely no chance of beating me, after all, so why not offer you that much?"

The trio of Titans bristled at what they saw as an incredibly arrogant statement, from an equally arrogant god.

"Absolutely no chance? Don't think that just because you defeated my younger brother, one-on-one, that you could beat all of us, guaranteed, you bastard!" Krios roared indignantly, insulted by how dismissive the destroyer was of their abilities.

"Yeah. Don't get ahead of yourself! Kronos, I'll concede, may have been the best of us, but he wasn't so much better that you can dismiss the three of us like that, simply because you beat him!" Koios added, pointedly ignoring the small fact about the permanence of Kronos' end, given that with the way the destroyer had phrased it, during this fight, destruction of their existence, if he could pull that off on them too, wouldn't be something he'd do.

"I concur with my uncles. What you've just claimed is nothing short of arrogance, even with the accolade you boast, of having defeated Lord Kronos." Atlas' venomous glare was great enough that it could've pierced and paralyzed the soul of most with its ferocity.

"Arrogance, is it?" Beerus stared right back, unmoved by Atlas' own.

"Yes, and I swear that we will make you regret such. You want to battle us, and think you can take down all of us, even together? Fine then, we'll gladly fight you together, if you wish." The elder Titans by Atlas' sides nodded vehemently in agreement. "It may not bring him back, but in defeating you, we will avenge Lord Kronos' destruction as much as we can, whilst also taking back our place ruling the Universe, since you so kindly offered that as well!"

"Hehe! That's some good spirit! Hopefully, that translates into you three being some solid entertainment, for me, at the very least." Beerus chuckled right in their faces, only further angering them, before he continued. "Now. Seeing as we've agreed on the terms of this little bout that favour you, I think it's only fair I give you the opposite side, for when all of you fall, by my hand." The trio grit their teeth from his phrasing. "When I beat the three of you, there will be no more defiance. All of you shall grovel at my feet, of your own free will, and accept whatever verdict I give you."

With his power, while he could just force them to grovel against their will, in a few different ways, without much effort, beating them to a pulp and forcing them to willingly admit inferiority, by grovelling under their own power to him, appealed to Beerus the most.

"You have yourself a deal, destroyer." Atlas agreed to said terms, on behalf of himself and his uncles, who also visibly showed their agreement.

"Don't forget to swear it." Beerus remarked cheekily, before glancing toward Styx, who was grinning wickedly at him, without a hint of worry at the deal he was making. And why would she have it, when she knew where this would go. "Here though, I'll start. I swear on the river Styx that I will uphold my end of this deal, if the conditions are met."

Beerus felt a connection between them appear, in that instant. One unseen, but capable of sensing, if one focused hard enough.

"Nnngh… Fine, if we must…" Atlas nodded begrudgingly, as did Koios, and even Krios. For even though none of them, especially Krios, wanted to swear themselves under these two's authority, they were willing to go through it for this occasion, confident in their chances as a team, that with their powers combined and some sound strategy, they could humble the god of destruction.

"We swear on the river Styx that we will uphold our end of the deal, if the conditions are met." The three voiced in unison, creating a link between themselves and the goddess near them, as well as, of course, Beerus by proxy.

Something none of the three commented on, or acknowledged, as the deal was finalized, was the fact that, despite the absurdity of what Beerus was seemingly gambling, not a single soul from one of his allies rose to object to him doing so. Not even to lay at his feet a hint of concern, for him putting himself in a three-on-one, like this, which theoretically gave the Titans a sizeable advantage against him.

Instead, had they bothered to pay any attention to their surroundings, at that point, they would've seen looks of either amusement or pity, being levelled their way.

Heh. This is going to be fun to watch… Hades thought, fully confident in his brother's victory, as he smirked in anticipation for that 'bout' to commence.

Those fools have no idea what they're doing. They don't realize, even a little, that all they've done, is given an excuse for my brother to pound them into paste, as an added part of their punishments, to make up for what might be lessened. Zeus thought to himself, seeing the situation for what it was, as did everyone else there, who'd been conscious and felt what Beerus was capable of, the other day, even whilst still holding back.

The only one of them, in the youngest Olympian's mind, who might stand a small chance, was Atlas himself. And even then, that was only if he was allowed to buff himself continuously, like he had during his bout against himself and the other younger brothers of Beerus, and push himself to a significantly higher level than he'd done there.

Even then though, focusing his gaze on his eldest brother, Zeus couldn't help but feel he was merely being charitable, thinking that. All whilst, at the same time, wondering just how their future conversation was going to go, once rulership was brought up.

"You'd think with the reveal of Kronos' demise to them, along with Gaea's admittance that Beerus should hold enough power to be able to handle Ouranos, at his best, which Koios and Krios, at the very least, should know that they couldn't, that they'd be wiser about this…" Metis muttered, shaking her head at the trio for setting the deal in stone. "And they called Beerus arrogant… I can scarcely comprehend the irony…"

Her muttered thought was shared by Themis and the Hekatonkheires ahead of her, who all felt much the same.

Meanwhile, over by Atlas' immediate kin, Iapetus shook his head in dismay, at what his brothers and son had just agreed to. He'd call them fools, but that was for believing they had a chance of actually winning, after the frightening power he'd felt, when Kronos had been erased. For on the other hand, he was confident that, as a team, they would be able to satisfy the destroyer enough to meet the 'entertainment' requirement, for getting their punishments lessened, at the very least.

Prometheus, meanwhile, also shook his head, but more so in amusement, seeing just how easily baited the trio were.

And as for Kalypso… Her hands clutched by her bosom, as whilst this wasn't what she would've had in mind, Beerus was keeping his word to her, by even setting this up at all.

She couldn't help but worry for her father though, and hope that he and her granduncles were able to entertain Beerus enough, to get the lessened versions of their punishments, because for as much as she knew her father would feel hurt at her lack of faith, she too, didn't believe for a second that they could defeat him.

Not after what she'd felt, while atop Olympus and unable to move herself. Such power was too terrifying for her to truly put into words, and made it difficult for her to believe that anybody could defeat Beerus, at present moment.

Gaea herself simply sighed at both her sons and her grandson's pride clouding their judgment, for she too knew how this altercation would end, and while she wasn't pleased about knowing her sons, in particular, were going to get battered and beaten, she couldn't deny they were basically asking for it, at this point.

On the upside, she thought, there was a decent chance they would provide him enough entertainment in this dispute, to make the beating have some benefit to them. Plus, this was still infinitely better, even with Ouranos' restoration being guaranteed, in her mind, than them being sent to Tartarus or, worst case, being destroyed like Kronos was, so she wasn't about to voice any complaint.

"Hahaha! Offering both freedom and the power that they lost back to them? My, Beerus, you must quite like the idea of facing them down, to throw such bait at them, whilst it is obvious that, at their level, even with forces combined, their odds are astoundingly low, if not outright non-existent, of besting you. Though, obviously, none of them seems to be very acknowledging of that last bit…"Ouranos cackled in dark amusement, knowing himself, as well, where this was bound to go, before his cloudy lips settled into a truly vicious-looking smile, as he earned himself the potent glare of the trio of Titans, for trashing on their odds, when it wasn't his fault just how obvious they were, to all but them. "I'm sure they'll be made aware of their mistake though, soon enough."

"I take you don't mind having to wait a little longer, before you're restored, then?" Beerus asked, as he turned to him.

"Oh, not at all." Ouranos shook his cloudy head. "I don't even mind the deal you just made, and if they're able to meet your standard for entertainment, to get their punishments lessened, for in return, I get to see this pathetic lot be given a harsh and humiliating beating by you, after already seeing them fall, during the final battle. Which should be quite satisfying to witness."

He admittedly had felt a split-second pang of annoyance, at first, when Beerus had spoken of his foolish sons getting to place a rule on him, if they could entertain him in this fight he wanted. However, seeing where this deal had gone and ended, the primordial not only had no problem with it, but also felt some excitement at what he would soon see.

"Good to hear." The god of destruction nodded, before turning his gaze back to the Titans. "Our fight will commence tomorrow, high in the sky, far from Olympus, shortly after Hyperion's own punishment has been meted out, so feel free to prepare yourselves as much as you want."

Hearing their brother and uncle's name, the three stiffened, wondering what he could possibly have in store for him, besides what he'd already done to the Titan of heavenly light.

"Oh. Just one more thing," Beerus added, while raising a finger. "In case any of you are foolish enough to try anything on me or my allies before our fight is set to take place, I'll consider that a forfeit, on your part, and you will suffer greatly for it, so be smart, and keep your heads down, until it's time to face me. You three can handle that much, at least, right?"

"Cease your condescension, Beerus. We will abide by the terms of our agreement, and shall wait for tomorrow, as you have said." Atlas spoke up for the three of them. His tone stone-cold and focused.

"Excellent. You're free to leave, then." Beerus clicked his fingers, removing the spell he had on them. "Do try not to disappointment with your upcoming performance. I got plenty of that already, while disposing of your leader."

The three scowled, but said nothing back, as they soon teleported away, just as Kronos' lesser peons had done, moments before, leaving fading specks of gold behind.

"You can go to him, now, if you want." The purple-haired god remarked, as he shifted his gaze toward Kalypso, in particular, who looked immediately caught off-guard by his ready approval to leave, without her even asking. "I don't mind it, right now. Just be sure you're back on Olympus by tomorrow morning, if you do, to begin the first real day of your punishment."

"A-Ah! Okay." The daughter of Atlas shook off her surprise and nodded eagerly, before giving him a grateful bow of respect. "T-Thank you, for your kindness, Lord Beerus!" She said aloud, in earnest, before soon, she too disappeared.

"I'll take my leave as well, and join her." Iapetus added, though his words were directed at Prometheus, who nodded back, as he saw his father wince slightly. "I already know it won't be too pleasant a visit, what with how they'll perceive me, now, but best get it out of the way as soon as possible." He sighed, expecting much shouting and accusations from Krios, at the very least, as he too, departed in a flash of gold.

Not before being told "Good luck!" by Prometheus, of course, who sent his best wishes his father's direction, which the older Titan, just before he vanished completely, seemed to somewhat appreciate.

"Well, I suppose that is my cue to take my leave as well, for the moment." Ouranos commented, as he eyed Beerus alone, who turned back to him. "I'll be seeing you again, tomorrow, Lord Beerus, when all is said and done. I may even bow and shake your hand, out of respect, when I can take my physical form of old, once more."

This time, Briareus couldn't help himself, nor could his younger brothers, as they all snorted at their father's words, in the background. "You? Bow to someone? Now that I'd have to see."

"About that." Beerus cut the deity off, whom appeared to have completely ignored his giant sons' reactions, before this form of his could vanish. "Before you go, there's something I want you to do, first, before I grant you that restoration."

"Hmm?" The cloud-formed head tilted curiously. "And what would that be?"

Beerus was quick to tell him. "I want you to swear on Styx's river that when I restore you, you will respect and follow all of the divine laws that shall soon be set in place."

"Ah, I see." The cloudy head bobbed. "You want me to agree to abide by the rules you will soon think up and establish? I don't mind doing that."

"Oh no. Not the rules that I'll be thinking up or establishing, though I certainly will be backing them." Beerus' gaze shifted to a now stunned-looking Titaness of divine law and order. "I mean the ones that Themis shall be coming up with, and applying for everyone, which includes you, to adhere to."

She will? Zeus' eyes narrowed, seeing yet another decision – which he also didn't disagree with – being made about how things were going to go, which implied the very same thing the prior one had, about Beerus' future status.

"Themis!?" Ouranos' eyes widened in surprise, as his cloudy visage swivelled in his daughter's direction, for the first time since he'd shown himself. "You're giving her the power and responsibility of such a task?"

"Yes. I am. Because I have faith she'll do well, with the character she has shown." The god of destruction replied without missing a beat. His sheer honesty in that statement, as well as unabashedly complimenting her, had the Titaness' regal features smiling happily, knowing how willing he was to back her up.

"You do, do you?" Ouranos, very apparently, looked disapproving of such a decision, but the protogenos of the sky chose wisely, in not verbalizing it.

"Indeed. And just so you're aware, the punishment for not abiding by the laws she sets, will of course, be you being reduced back to the state you're in now." Beerus added, with eyes narrowed on the primordial god of the heavens.

So, in other words, my ugly daughter has the power at her fingertips to screw me over, whenever she desires, simply by passing a law that she knows could catch me out, and thus, result in me being reduced back to this pitiful state, if I'm not careful, in the future… The protogenos of the sky thought to himself, feeling genuine worry for the first time in a long while, along with offence, that his prophesied ender of Kronos was putting him in this kind of position, where one of his abominable children had such pull against him.

Rather than protest, though, since he could tell that'd get him nowhere, and might possibly even result in Beerus deciding not to restore him, at all, instead, the heavenly deity let out a sigh, ultimately, as he turned toward the destroyer again. And though he didn't like it one bit, knowing now that agreeing to such gave his ugly daughter power over him, he chose to bite the bullet, as revolting as he found it, given what he sought to gain back was still worth more to him, at the end of the day. "Very well, if you insist."

Had the god a more physical mouth, at this point, he would've clucked his tongue in annoyance and aggravation, as he begrudgingly said what he needed to, getting it out of the way as fast as he could. "I swear on the river Styx, that when I am restored, I shall follow and respect all the divine laws that are to be put in place soon, by Themis…"

Styx, yet again, felt a connection form between herself and another, as the primordial finished. And no sooner had he, did he let out a somewhat disgruntled sound, before his cloud-form dispersed, bringing his presence away with it.

"Well, that definitely is one way to keep him in line, Beerus." Gaea commented with a light grin, and a nod of approval, having felt her former consort's negativity towards what he had been forced to accept, just to return to form. "Now, even if he holds the power to resist such a curse on his person, with you as you are, his breaking of any future laws will still make it to you, immediately, given that both Themis and Styx will feel him doing it, and then, all it takes is you ascending, and that power boost should be enough to enforce that penalty on him, whether he likes it or not."

"Heheha! Did you see his face, when he found out he'd be more under our sister's authority, than Beerus's?" Kottus laughed with all his faces, as he glanced at his brothers. "Even as but a cloud shaped into his face, the shock and offence were unmistakable!"

"I know. He definitely disliked that quite a bit." Gyges remarked with a wide grin across all his own faces, before he glanced up at the sky with a glare. "Not like he has any room to complain, though, since what Beerus is willing to grant him, is more than he deserves."

"Indeed. Let him feel as annoyed as he wants, though. He isn't the king anymore, and never will be again, so it doesn't matter if he hates it, even. He'll just have to stomach the new reality that's before him, if he wants to be restored so bad." Briareus added with his own smile, as he glanced back at Gyges, and then at the sky.

"That he will, brother." Themis piped up, her voice sounding positively jubilant, with how things had just gone, as she addressed the giant, before her shining lilac eyes zoned in on Beerus exclusively, as she brought herself next to him, again. "And as for you… I must say, I didn't quite expect you to go down that path, for keeping him behaved, but I'd be lying to you, if I said I wasn't very appreciative of the fact that you did."

"You can show me just how 'appreciative' you are, once I get back from whatever it is that Gaea requires me for." The destroyer replied to her with a burning gaze and a whisper, as he leaned toward her ear. His words heard only by her and the Hekatonkheires, the latter of which gave no visible reaction, whilst the former felt her neck and cheeks heat up a little, from how aggressive he sounded.

Not that she minded. If anything, with business taken care of, for now, outside of whatever her mother needed him for, she could feel her own excitement beginning to bubble, as she replied with a whisper of her own, into his own ear. "Same room with spoke with each other in. The barrier was never removed, so we have it all to ourselves. No disruptions or distractions."

"Good." Was all Beerus said in response, trying to control his giddiness, partially from his horny half's excitement at finally getting what it wanted, and the other half, from simply being able to calm the horny half down, pleasurably rather than painfully, so that he didn't have to be irked by his own body's aroused urges, for a while, at least.

The kids that would ultimately result from consorting with her, the way she wanted, were also bound to be incredibly low maintenance, too, which ensured that even that caveat wasn't such a big deal. They'd be his first, in this world, too, along with his previous, though. A small part of him wondered what it'd feel like to welcome his first kids into life, though the thought barely lasted a second, before he shrugged such a sappy thing away, and to not bother with wasting time pondering it, right now.

If he cared enough, he could bother doing that when the first of them was about to be born, in however long from now, but in the present, he only had two things in mind, at the moment, with all else being pushed to the side.

The first, deal with whatever it was Gaea needed him for. Then second, head straight for Themis and let loose all this damned sexual frustration his body of this world currently had on her.

"Alright then, Gaea, show me what it is you need me for!" The destroyer insisted, turning his attention to the large-bosomed goddess of the earth. "As for the rest of you, feel free to go off and do as you will. We're done here." He added, leaving no room for argument, without looking towards anyone else, as he swiftly made his way towards Mother Earth, who wasted no time in placing one of her soft-feeling, but firm-gripping hands upon his shoulder, with a thankful smile across her face.

"You have my gratitude, once again, Beerus. Hopefully, this indeed won't take too long, and goes over well." She said with a hint of anxiousness that the purple-haired deity didn't fail to catch, as she initiated to dematerialize them both away.

Within the underground cavern of gloom… Well beneath the earth… just a short moment later…

"Well, this is certainly quite the spot to take me to..." Beerus couldn't help but mutter, as his eyes rapidly adjusted to the immense darkness of where he found himself in, with the protogenos beside him, as he glanced around. His eyes seeing quite well, despite the total lack of light, taking in the inner appearance of the depths of the vast cavern that stretched out seemingly endlessly in all directions, whilst his ears picked up what sounded like breathing, that seemed to come from all directions. "Mind if I ask where this is, exactly? And, more importantly, what it is exactly, that you need me for, down here?"

"We're currently far beneath the surface of my plane, within a place I had formed out about a year ago, to answer your first question." Gaea explained, as she began to walk forward, prompting Beerus to do the same, with the latter doing all in his power to ignore the seismic shakes of her breasts, and his lower half's response to it, with each stride taken, as he listened to what she had to say. "It also wasn't originally this large, just so you know. I have had to continuously increase its size over time, just to ensure there's plenty of space for the one I've had to keep here, as its first inhabitant, who was born around the same time I first created it."

Beerus blinked. This massive cave was constructed, and then upsized to the degree it was at now, for the sake of housing one being?

"Saying that brings me comfortably to your second question, young one…" It was here, that Gaea became awkward. "You see, the reason I had to do all that, was because, from the moment he was born, this child has, rather unfortunately, been much too wild and aggressive to allow unto the surface. I had hoped he would eventually calm down, but alas, he never did. If anything, he's only gotten worse with time, forcing me to take extra measures just to ensure he is momentarily pacified, and does not try to force his way to the surface, with his ever-growing power. For if I allowed that to happen, especially now or in the future, with all the wrath he carries, the end result would be catastrophic, to say the least."

"Hmm…" Taking all this in, Beerus could only come to one conclusion, about what she wanted. "And so, for whatever reason, you cannot deal with him yourself, and so came to me for assistance?"

"That is precisely it. Yes…" The mother of creation sighed. "Though, I suppose this is also as good an excuse as any, to bring you to him, seeing as I'd been planning on introducing you both, regardless, since before he had even emerged from the womb. This meeting likely would've happened a lot sooner, and in all honesty, in hindsight, should've happened a lot sooner, however, with the war between you and yours, and your father and his forces, which I knew you were fully focused on, I didn't want to disturb you from it. So, I bided my time and waited until now, with the war over, to come to you about this."

That gave Beerus pause. She'd been planning to introduce them since before whoever this was had even been born? What exactly made this guy so special, that she felt the need to have them personally introduced to each other, as far back as that?

"I can sense your curiosity, as to why all of that is, Beerus." He saw her eying him perceptively, as they continued walking down the path they were on.

"Damn right, I'm curious." He affirmed, while glaring at her intently. "Just what makes whoever you're bringing me to important enough, that before they were even a problem, you still felt the need to eventually bring us together?"

"Well…" At this point, Gaea knew she couldn't beat around the bush any longer, and that it was time to come clean. So, seeing the immensely large, recognisable shadow of her slumbering charge, which she could the feel slightest beginnings of stirring from, not too far in the distance, she just came out and said it, tearing off the metaphorical band-aid. "That's because it wouldn't be right of me, to keep our son from his father, now, would it?"

Beerus stopped mid-step, as her words registered in his ears, and then his brain, in very short order, as mentally, he was ground to a screeching halt, like the gears of a machine forcefully coming to a stop, when something unexpected got wedged into them.

"…What?"

Gaea paused in her own step, a few feet ahead of him now, as she turned sideways to look back at him, and saw his dumbfounded eyes staring widely back at her.

"Our son." She reiterated, feeling a tad bit more awkward now, with his stare, but powering on anyway. "He's the one I want you to assist me with."

"Our son…?" The two words tumbled out of Beerus' maw, like a boulder would from a jagged slope to crash and shatter on the ground below, before he seemed to regain some of his wits, as he glared at her even more intensely. "Are you joking with me, right now? Because, if so, it isn't funny."

"This is not a joke, Beerus." Mother Earth rejected the notion entirely. Her lips setting into a frown "I really have brought you here to meet and assist with our son."

"What do you mean 'our son'!?" Beerus barked, his voice raising, both from shock and disbelief at the nonsense she was spouting to him. "How could you and I have a kid together!?" He continued, a little louder now, as he pointed at himself and her. "Unless I've somehow forgotten it, or you came upon me while I was unconscious, which I seriously doubt, you and I never had sex, which means I sure as heck didn't inseminate you, so us having a kid shouldn't even be possible!"

"Actually, Beerus, you did inseminate me." Gaea corrected, coming at him with a calm approach, even as she felt the stirs of their son in the background become more pronounced. "It's just rather obvious that you weren't aware that's what you did, at the time."

"What are you babbling about!?" Beerus' eye twitched in aggravation, voice getting a little louder, once again, whilst his face contorted into a comically vexed visage, at the lunacy coming from her mouth. "I'm pretty damn sure I'd be quite aware of such a thing happening, if it did, given what that would require!"

Gaea only sighed, seeing just how apparent it was, that Beerus had either forgotten, or was unintentionally ignoring one small detail about her, which she'd certainly told him of, before. More than once, she was sure. "Do you recall that day, over a year ago, when you last paid visit to the mountain on Crete, where your mother dwelt?"

"Huh?" Beerus gave her on an odd look, as she brought that up. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Gaea had to visibly supress the urge to facepalm, as she once more folded her arms beneath her stupendously large bosom. "It has everything to do with this, young one. Don't you recall yourself, what you did that day?"

Beerus didn't bother asking how she knew, as she'd probably been listening through the ground or something, or perhaps been told by Rhea, as he could definitely see his mother telling her own about that little incident. "I do, but I fail to see how I did anything that would affect you. I just went there and relieved myself within the deepest part of the mountain's cave before leaving, that's it." He pointedly left out the part where he'd launched his seed all over Rhea, after she surprised him, as that hadn't been his intent, as well as the painfully awkward talk he'd had with her after, as he'd rather not bring it up, and it also didn't matter to what they were talking about. "Again, I don't see how that would affect you."

Now it was Gaea's turn to openly stare wide-eyed and dumbfounded at the destroyer, as her mouth partially hung open, speechless momentarily, as she genuinely had trouble processing how Beerus was utterly failing to connect the dots, by now, with what he'd just said.

This time, the temptation was too strong, and Gaea really couldn't help but slap a hand to her face, and then drag it down her gorgeous features, as she let out a much more exasperated and disbelieving sigh. "Oh, my word…"

"What?" Beerus exclaimed, sounding genuinely confused by her reaction, on top of his other emotions, which just made it worse.

"Yes, Beerus. You relieved yourself." She groaned, as she pulled her hand away from her face, and met him with an almost complete deadpan expression. "Now, allow me to ask, when you did, where did your seed fall?"

"Uhh…" Beerus paused, expression becoming tighter with confusion, as there was obviously only one spot it would've gone, outside of all over Rhea, which he again, refused to mention. "The ground?"

"Correct. The ground." A new compulsion hit, to slap herself with a facepalm once again, at the levels of thick-headedness that Beerus was putting on display, which went well beyond what he'd shown the last time it'd slipped his mind of her nature, as she decided she had to spell it out for him. "And what, in this instance, would be another word for the ground? Ah, yes, the earth." Gaea revealed the obvious, purposefully dragging out the pronunciation of the last bit of the final word, as she stared the younger deity down. "And Beerus, dear, who exactly is the earth, again?"

All other emotion faded from Beerus' face, other than comical shock, as he stared back at her with mouth open, and eyes wider than before, with a raised finger shakily pointing at her, as it all finally settled in for him. The cogs in his brain finally turning, once more, as the dots connected themselves in his mind.

A part of Gaea found this expression both adorable and humorous, but at the same time, in this particular situation, she was just far more baffled, than anything else, that he'd required this all spelled out for him.

"Buh-But that still doesn't…" Beerus was about to protest this, still, about how he'd merely dropped it on the earth, and how that shouldn't have gotten her pregnant, as it still meant his seed hadn't reached her uterus for impregnation, until it dawned on him what must've happened, before he could finish that sentence.

In the same way that the fertile earth of farmland would react to seeds being planted and then fertilized with a mixture meant to feed and help them grow, his seed had been 'planted' – though the better word here might be absorbed – into the earth, and had grown. And with the earth being Gaea, what that meant when it came to his semen, was a child growing inside her, in place of a plant, as it 'fertilized' her fertile 'soil', which in this case, would just so happen to also be one of her doubtless countless eggs, and her womb…

"Ohhhhhhhh… damnit…!" Beerus winced deeply, voice much lower, as he turned his head up and shut his eyes briefly, while pinching his finger and thumb just over the bridge of his nose in exasperation… at himself. "Ughhh… How did I not realize this until now…?" He moaned.

Gaea merely shook her head at him. "That's a question I'd love an answer to, as well, but that doesn't matter now." She said, before she threw him a displeased look. "Believe me, though, with what I've had to put up with, in regards to our son, I'd have much preferred if you'd actually come to me, instead of coming on me, and got me pregnant the superior way, through a passionate moment of coitus that we could've both enjoyed, rather than as what was clearly an unintentional mistake, on your part."

The way she unashamedly just threw that out there, without any hesitation, had Beerus groaning again, this time from both heads, for entirely different reasons. "Could you please not?" He asked pointedly, not in the mood for this, after what he'd just found out, as he peeled his eyes open again and brought his head down, while removing his finger and thumb from his face.

"Haaah…" She let out a calming breath. "Sorry. Now is not the time to be talking about what could've been." Or what she'd like later, as far as a moment of passion went, as compensation, at the very least, but she kept that to herself, as it would only stall them even longer. "Now is the time where I shall-"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!..." The entire cave seemed to vibrate then, echoes dancing off distant walls, before Gaea could finish, as a truly monstrous-sounding growl resonated out loudly and cut her off.

"Hmm!?" Beerus grunted out in surprise, as he looked on ahead, and took notice of the superbly large shadow ahead of them, in motion, as a loud BANG echoed then, with the force of something striking the ground, as the shadow rose up. Its enormous silhouette somewhat reminding the destroyer of what he'd seen in his vision, to his great surprise, just on a smaller scale, as he witnessed the growling creature's wide-set eyes snap open. Bestial pools of dark-purple, glowing sclera with abyss-like, dark, draconic irises greater in size than average mountains stared back with an unholy amount of rage.

Then, before whatever this creature was had reached anywhere near its full height, Beerus felt the air whistling in agony, and vaguely heard Gaea's gasp, as he glanced further up, and saw the creature throwing its arm down toward him! Its massive hand, which could've easily curled around all three of the Hekatonkheires' bodies combined andwith loads of space of spare, soaring down toward his position with, seemingly, the intent to squash him like a bug!

It came fast, but not fast enough to accomplish that goal, for Beerus quickly launched himself back at speed, his body whizzing literal mountain heights of distance away, as the hand came smashing down on where he'd been standing. The impact, while surprisingly not cratering the ground, did manage to make the entire cavern itself whine and shake around them, as a shockwave billowed out. One which buffeted both Gaea and Beerus, who were forced to brace themselves a little against it, due to the force behind it, which sent the latter skidding back a bit further than he'd have liked, when his feet touched the ground again, whilst making the hair of both whip back.

"Nngh!... What in the…!?" Beerus didn't get a chance to finish, before he was forced to leap back again, to avoid what came next, when the massive fingers of the hand that'd failed to squash him began to wriggle and spasm, before a wall of serpentine hisses struck his ears, and hundreds – perhaps even thousands – slithering, hostile, dark-scaled snakes thrusted themselves forth! Their mighty jaws yawning wide and snapping down repeatedly for him, with fangs sharp enough to pierce through any hide, as they tried to bite and potentially swallow him whole, for their individual sizes were each great enough to pull that off in one swift go, if he let them, as their red eyes glowed like fire toward him.

Some, to his chagrin and annoyance, did manage to reach him despite the leap back, and forced his body into motion, leaping to smack one away with a kick, before weaving to the side as another dropped down to eat his head and torso whole, and punching it away right into its cohort. A third that'd been shooting forth for its own bite at that very instant, from the side. Two more then emerging, hissing loudly with hunger, as they both tried to bite down on him simultaneously, from either side, which only got a growl from Beerus, as he stretched his hands out, and sent a wave of destructive force projecting out and smashing into both, repelling them away.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawhgh!" The immensely massive creature they were attached to then roared, and it was a truly horrendous-sounding noise that greatly shook the surroundings, and almost had Beerus' ears bleeding. One which sounded like a fusion of a furious, guttural man's and various, outraged beasts in all the worst ways imaginable. And Beerus quickly saw why, as the shape of its huge head and torso became more visible, showing the shapes of various different, beastly heads protruding out around its front, while more draconic heads seemingly sprouted from the giant's shoulders.

The only humanoid head, which stood between its shoulders, as the main one, while he couldn't see all of its features, he could now make out the jagged ears as sharp-looking as gnarly blades, and the teeth as the humanoid head bellowed out its awful cry, which looked obscenely razor-sharp. Sharper than any animal predator Beerus had ever seen.

The destroyer was left in disbelief. The figure was near-undeniable now, aside from the lesser size of what he'd seen in his dream. It looked exactly like the monster he'd seen in his vision! The one who he'd seen lay waste to Olympus and everything else on the surface above his head.

He didn't get any time to think on the sheer odds of potentially finding said creature so soon after his vision, and perhaps before it'd fully grown, or anything else, as its gargantuan, hellish form suddenly lunged forth. Beerus' eyes vaguely catching the shape of wings outstretching behind it, as it clenched its other hand and thrust its large, island-sized fist toward him!

The destroyer was left stunned by the speed, which was far greater than the hand that'd tried to squash him, and packing much more power behind it, as well. Enough that Beerus could space itself distorting and being pulled taut around it, as it barrelled forth with force that he could sense was far greater than anything his base-form could output.

Lacking the speed to dodge this one, along with the time, short as it was, to focus and ascend, even if he had thought about it, Beerus barely managed to cross his arms in front of him and brace himself for impact as best he could, while flashing his purple aura of destruction to its fullest around him. All to destroy as much of the impact's force as possible, as that gigantic fist came zooming in, dragging gravity kicking and screaming with it.

BOOOOOOOM!

The sound of Beerus' pained noise, along with the sounds of his bones throughout his body shattering in an instant, were scarcely even audible with the sound of the impact of the punch delivered to him over them. The ground beneath his feet breaking apart this time, just as his bones did, as a humongous, earth-rattling shockwave heralded his form being sent careening back at speeds so great, his body wasn't even a blur, as it shot back fast enough to appear like a form of teleportation!

The loud, cave-quaking crash that followed, as Beerus' body struck a wall far, far away from the creature, which left a crater as wide and tall as one of the Hekatonkheires, was practically deafening, no matter where one could've been, within the vast, underground structure.

The crater itself was splattered with Beerus' own blood, which leaked from all over his groaning, broken form, as he was stuck within the centre of the cratered patch of earth he'd slammed into. His body barely clinging together, and only having managed to not be turned to paste, or a golden mist, due to him erasing enough of the force of the blow.

Still, his arms were crooked and broken in countless ways, near his equally fractured torso. His legs snapped like twigs, after they'd tried and failed to hold their ground, against the on-coming blow, as ichor painted his teeth, numerous of which were missing, and others broken off outright, having torn nasty gashes through his gums, mouth and lips, as they were violently ejected. The rest of his skull, while it had survived the attack, was also cracked and splintered, with the brain within partially battered, like most of his internal organs were, and bleeding internally.

About the only part of him that'd somehow come out unscathed, with the rest of him having essentially taking the impact over it, being his genitalia. Not that Beerus gave a flying shit about that insignificant mercy, when the rest of him was filled with physical agony.

Said agony, however, was nothing next to the storm of outrage that soon birthed itself within him, from the sheer gall that this creature had to strike him down like that. And if what his ringing ears picked up was true, what almost sounded like a bellowing sound of triumph alongside its roar of rage, as though it saw him as a measly foe that it'd just put in its place, for daring to disturb it.

This ugly bastard thought it was that easy to defeat him!?

"Rrrrrrrrrrgh!" A vicious, almost bestial growl escaped Beerus' damaged throat, as his eyes glowed a mix of purple and gold, as did his entire body. Something which he didn't quite take notice of the fact, hadn't begun healing under its own power, until now, when his power surged forth, aura blasting out of him and negating whatever halted it. The explosion of power freeing him from the crater, which fragmented and deepened, and unbeknownst to him, like the rest of the cave at that point, showed a thin veil of Gaea's aura keeping it all from crumbling, as well as anyone from sensing what was going on from above.

Quickly, all of his bones mended and snapped back to their normal places, his teeth regrew, the internal damage disappeared, and the wounds on his bloodied body healed away, as he hovered in the air. The fury of the destroyer palpable, as he glared out into the distance at his latest challenger, before his form shifted. Space contorting around him, before he was seemingly sucked into nothingness…

Only for the god of destruction to appear again, tearing through the space itself next to the creature's humanoid face, which crumpled back like paper around him.

For the first time in its existence, the massive creature expressed something other than rage or pleasure, in shock, seeing the god before it, in a way it couldn't sense, glaring him down with ferocity to exceed even his own, at that moment.

"Want to play rough, do you!?" Beerus asked it rhetorically, his voice beginning to distort in the way it did, when he was ascended, as his words knocked the monster out of its brief stupor, and had its jaws opening wide, as it roared back its reply, flames of purplish-red beginning to eject from his maw.

They ejected too late, however, as before they could touch him, Beerus's power skyrocketed, with his aura ballooning out, as his form glowed bright and shifted with the might of destruction itself. The surging energy eradicating the fire as it touched, and reduced the stream of flames into worthless particlesall around.

Before the creature's near-blinded eyes, Beerus transformed, blood evaporating away, along with his clothes, with his visage pushing away from that of the Beerus of now, and becoming nigh-identical in resemblance to Beerus the destroyer of old, as his now glowing-purple, cat-like features peeled back into a snarl, with a fist already reared back. His momentum pushing forward.

"Be careful what you wish for!" The god roared back at the beast, now in his True Divine Form, before slamming into the centre of its face with a truly calamitous punch!

"Krrrrkh!?" The blow whipped both head and body back, as the monster let out a sound of great pain, for the first time in its life. Its vision blurring, as the force of blow rattled its skull, crushed its nose, sending ichor spewing out, as it flipped uncontrollably down unto its back with an even more deafening BANG! The wriggling mass of enormous snakes, which made up its legs, flailing about helplessly, as they failed to stop the fall of the giant, who also skidded away along the earth, digging a massive trench with its back and draconic head-bearing shoulders, before it came to a stop.

The monster let out a weak moan, then, as it remained laid out where it'd been dropped. Conscious, but severely concussed and discombobulated.

"What? Is that all? Down after just one blow!?" Beerus bellowed down at the fallen form of the abominable creature. Eyes still full of his own fury, as he outstretched his open palm toward it, with fingers together, and thumb curled into the palm. "Looks like you made a grave mistake, when you chose to attack me, if you can barely handle one punch, when I get serious. And that wasn't even a tenth of the force I could've struck you with, either!"

Beerus power then began to focus, as he put his intent for destruction squarely on this foolish creature, already prepared to wipe it off the face of this world, for daring to challenge him with such disrespect, whilst simultaneously not having the power to back it up.

The god didn't even care right now if this was the monster he'd seen in his vision, or not. He was too pissed from this short altercation to have any thought in his mind, at the moment, other than obliterating this foolish creature where it lay.

"Begone, you stupid be-"

"Beerus! No!" Gaea suddenly screamed out in alarm, distress and panic, catching Beerus off-guard when she literally slammed into him, body-first from behind, and breaking his concentration, as she earned a yelp of surprise from him, when her arms circled around his chest and head. The latter of which she shoved back, directly into her bosom, pancaking them almost, with how they flattened and bulged beneath the back of his head, seeping out over the top and sides, as she held him close in a tight embrace.

"G-Gaea!? What in the world are you doing!?" The destroyer yelled out, stunned, as he glanced up at her, wondering what the hell her deal was, while also ignoring just how incredible her soft, perky pair felt against his head, which was now sandwiched between them.

"I cannot allow you to do what you were about to do, young one!" She said to him, as she hugged him close, keeping him in place, despite his wriggling to get free, as she gazed down into his eyes pleadingly. "Please, calm down and control yourself, as I have no desire to see you destroy our child!"

…Wait… What…?

"It is… most regrettable that he chose to attack you, before I could even introduce you, to each other, but I suppose I should've expected that, given how he is…" Gaea let out the single most awkward-sounding laugh he'd ever heard, not just from her, but from anyone, as he stilled in her arms, before she peeled one away, and outstretched her hand toward the downed, monstrous giant, who was gazing up at them with murky eyes.

"Better now than never, I guess…" The protogenos of the earth sighed, before putting on the best smile that she could, despite what'd just happened. "Beerus, dear, this is Typhon. Typhon, dear, this is Beerus. He's your father, and you're his son…"

"Rrrrrngh…" Typhon only groaned, with all of his heads, as he remained on the ground, not really acknowledging what his mother had told him.

"H-Hah…?" Beerus, meanwhile, felt his mouth fall wide open, jaw hanging unhinged like a Looney Toons character, as his eyes bugged open, and his ascended state soon vanished, leaving him back in his base state, as he raised a shaky finger to point down at the now-named Typhon's lying form.

"Ah… isn't it great, that you two are finally meeting?" Gaea asked, still keeping up her smile, even as she could feel something getting ready to erupt from the destroyer in her embrace.

"Th-Th-Tha-That…" Beerus struggled to find his voice, but when he did, his eyes damn near popped out of his skull, as he stared down at the bestial form of Typhon, and his following shout was so loud and abrasive, it had Gaea cringing behind him.

"THAT'S MY SOOOOOOOOON!?"

AND CUT!

Well, that's the end of this freaking novel-sized chapter. And before anyone asks what the point of that first section was, trust me, the events spoken of and remembered there, will be brought back up in different ways, in the future. I won't reveal in what ways, but if you're clever, which many of you are, I'm sure, then one of them should probably pop out to you. One that'll be a great source of both annoyance for Beerus, and amusement for many others, when it eventually happens.

As for the chapter, overall, I really hope you all got some form of enjoyment out of it, especially given how long the hiatus has been, this time, since the previous upload, and I'll see you all again on the next one, which will most certainly not take me over 4 months to complete, this time! I can definitely promise you that much.