Universe 13

by: Safiruu

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Notes: So to be completely honest, this is going to be a massive butt monkey. BUT I will TRY and get this up and running (or written) but the original "Universe 13" is gone, LIKE gone GONE...and yeah so I am KINDA fortunate to not have reformatted my old tablet. So I am going to have to PAINFULLY retype the whole thing. Well I will TRY to.

So, to further the craziness I am doing, there will be no time-travel to an extent, Horcurx are non-existent because at this point they are pretty much gone with a bang.

Towa and Buu are not included at this point in time.

This is still a harem with Vodkis and Zamasi.

So without further ado here we go!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Supers and or Harry Potter. All rights goes to their respective owners. J.K. Rowling, Toei Animation, Fuji TV and Akira Toriyama. Only the Plot...Is mine...

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"Yo!" Normal talking.

'Arr…' Thinking to oneself.

"Hero" Impressions of words or very important words.

-Hell- Locations.

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Chapter 1 – Ascension

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-Limbo-

Dying didn't feel too bad, much like going to sleep. Just as Sirius said. Though the next thing Harry knew after seeing a sickly green bolt of magic flying his way, was a white expanse of emptiness.

Another curious fact was Harry noted that we was naked. Instinctively wishing some clothes to his side solved that problem, miraculously. It was a simple jeans with a black shirt. "Huh, wishing for things never worked before." Harry commented idly to no one but himself. He went on, seeing it as confirmation of being on another plane of existence. "Heaven", "Hell", "Paradise", "Afterlife" or whatever you want to call it.

The next look around revealed a change in scenery. Instead of an expanse of white, he saw King's Cross Station completely with train and ghostly smoke coming from the smoke pipe. Walking towards it he heard something mewling under a nearby bench. Kneeling down it revealed a being looking like a starved infant with spindly arms and legs. It's skin color of red and looking raw cracked all over.

Revulsion and pity battled a brief battle inside, but revulsion won. Just before he wanted to turn and board the train someone spoke. "Greetings, Mr. Potter." came a voice from behind him. Turning around Harry saw who spoke.

It was a short man with pale blue skin, purple eyes and slicked back white hair. A blue halo hovered over the back of his head. The being wore a dark green outfit with an orange triangle on the chest. Completing the ensemble was a red belt with an Asian symbol on it. The meaning of which Harry couldn't hope to guess.

"Uh...Hello?" The last Potter greeted the strange man and asked unsure. "You know me?"

The man smiled enigmatically as if remembering a joke only he knew. "Of course I do. You may call me "Great Priest". I am an angel and the attendant of the "Omni-King". It is a pleasure to meet you."

'Well that was helpful…' Harry thought a bit sarcastically. Not the least bit doubtful that the being in front of him was in fact an angel. He'd seen weirder and who was he to say how angels had to look like?

"Anyway, I am very sure I am dead. What happens now, do I board the train?" The emerald eyed man inquired, pointing to the locomotive. Just wanting that whole shtick to be over with so he could finally rest a bit. His life hadn't been the easiest after all.

"No, not yet. I wanted to talk and propose an offer to you first." The short blue man answered.

Raising an eyebrow Harry responded, intrigued despite his fatigue. "Yeah, and what off would that be?"

"First, let me congratulate you on defeating your nemesis and your ascension to godhood." The "Great Priest" congratulated Harry with a friendly smile.

"Ah, thank you." Harry responded with a smile himself. Nobody ever thanked him for doing anything for them. Not that he expected them to, but it was nice nonetheless. An embarrassing blush colored his cheeks. That was until the rest registered. "wait, what?" Eyes wide and jaws slacked, Harry stared at the angel. "What do you mean by ascension to godhood?"

"I thought it was obvious. You are a god now." Came the retort as if it should be obvious of what they were talking about.

"But how? What did you do?" Harry demanded, all the while pointing an accusing finger at the infernal and still smiling angel. How else could he become a god, if not because of someone else meddling?

Shaking his head, the "Great Priest" responded as calmly as possible. "Nothing, everything up until this point in your life was your choice and everything concerning your life in the future will be your choice too." Noticing the incomprehension on his guests face the angel explained patiently. "You are familiar with Alchemy, yes?" Upon Harry's hesitant nod he went on. "I know you think that one can make lead into gold with and while that is true for the magical arts. Alchemy is something completely different as well."

Before continuing the "Great Priest" sat himself down on a nearby bench all the while ignoring the mutilated part of Voldemort's soul completely. He patted the spot next to him, looking at Harry in open invitation. Once both were seated the blue-skinned man went on. "Alchemy is also a spiritual discipline and you completed every step of it from the "Nigredo" to "Rubedo"." at least that are the terms used for it by some mortals. In other parts of the world the term is Chakras is used to describe the road to Godhood and another in the next part of the world. The next name was the only thing that truly changed.

"But I didn't even know I was doing it!" Harry protested. Nobody ever told him that would happen or that was even possible. Though no matter how much he wanted to blame others, deep down he knew it was his decisions that led him down the path to die by Voldemort's hand.

His argument was batted away like an annoying fly. "That doesn't matter." The angel retorted. "The point is you did do it. You need to return to life."

Harry laughed. "Phew, you scared me there for a few second." Relief flooded his entire being now that he dealt with a prankster. What was he, Jesus? He wouldn't even know where to begin doing so and said as much to the angel.

"You just need to will it and it will happen. If you don't your spirit back to it's "leaden" state after awhile." The "Great Priest" explained, knowing he couldn't influence Harry's decision.

"So, either I stay here and possibly let my friends die or go back and become a god?" The last Potter retorted angrily, glaring at the small man. Harry was sure they could handle Tom now that he was killable again. The problem was he doubted everyone would live and he also wanted to live with down on Earth.

"Not quite." interjected the man sitting beside him. "There are actually only two options like you said, but not the ones you mentioned."

Hope mixed with fear at that sentence, causing Harry to ask. "Which are?"

"Well, either you come with me and become a god or you return and get erase together with the rest of your universe by the "Omni-King"." Just like everything else he had said until now it was delivered with a calmness as if he was talking about the weather and not about countless lives.

Harry's stomach fell to this knees, feeling as if the Earth was pulled out from under him. "What?" His pupils dilating to pinpricks, "B...Bu...But why would he do that?!" Not comprehending it fully. Sure the world isn't perfect, but to destroy it because of one maniac with a god-complex mostly confined to Great Britain? That seemed a bit much.

"Hmm, you see he was very displeased at the development in your universe for awhile now. Your death at the hands of Tom Riddle was only the last straw so to speak." Not to mentioned was that the "Omni-King" was a small child and looked at Harry's life like a television show. Now that the "hero" lost he was simply upset and a temper tantrum. Not that much sentient life was in Universe 14 to begin with. It was even lower than Universe 9 in that regard. An accomplishment in itself.

Calming down a bit Harry questioned. "If they die one way or the other then I'll choose option three and wait here for them." On the plus side he'd be reunited with all of them and got to see his parents later. When there was one thing he learned during his life, then it was to look at the positive side of things.

The "Great Priest" shook his head again. "You don't seem to understand." he lectured. "They won't simply die and go to the afterlife. Instead everything, you and they included, will be erased in body, soul, and mind. There will be nothing left to pass on."

Growling angrily, Harry snarled. "Then it doesn't matter if I become a god. I get erased anyway!"

Sighing the "Great Priest" countered. "You didn't listen." from there he simply explained the whole thing in an abridged version to Harry.

Harry didn't know how long he sat there trying to comprehend the situation. He tried to sum it up, saying in a dead voice. "So you're saying I can accept and become a so called "God of Destruction" in a completely different Universe with nothing left?"

"That's the gist of it, yes?" The angel confirmed with a nod and smile.

"And there is no way to change his mind about erasing the Universe?" Harry asked in desperation. Everything he did up until now was then basically useless. Though that ought to be a normal reaction once someone met Gods Harry reckoned.

The "Great Priest" simply shook his head in the negative. Once the mind of "Zeno" was made up he was nearly impossible to persuade. To do so required time which they didn't have. Or hoping "Zeno" forgot about it entirely. Something like that was unlikely in this case.

"What's in it for me?" Harry asked desperate to have something at least. "I mean, you wouldn't have taken the time to talk and explain things to me if you didn't want me specifically. Otherwise you could had just chosen someone from the Universe I potentially go to."

Tilting his head, the angel countered. Curiosity colored his voice. "What do you want?" Not worried about the time running out right now. They were inside a bubble that stopped time on the outside after all.

The "Boy-Who-Lived" didn't hesitate for a second. "I want that all my friends and family get to come with me." Not a second after his request, that sounded more like a demand, Harry began praying. And stopped shortly after. Feeling foolish, he thought. 'Seems kinda idiotic to pray to a God who wants you erased…'

Mulling that a bit over in this head the "Great Priest" made a counteroffer. "They can come with you, but not alive." Before Harry could object he simply talked over him. "You'll be allowed to visit them anytime in the afterlife, being a God and all." He had a smile on his as if Harry just passed a test he had no idea about.

"Why can't they come with me alive?" Harry demanded to know, more than a bit frustrated at the whole situation. He had thought dying was was easy, but Fate couldn't just leave him alone once he was dead. She was too much of a Bitch to do so.

"It already is a slight violation allowing people from one Universe go to another and stay there. You are an exception, because you have permission." Came the answer. Then the angel's demeanor changed as he directed a light glare at Harry, saying a bit coldly. "I could have gave the same offer to Voldemort. I'm sure he'd enjoy being a god with all that power." All the while pointing at the pathetic shriveled part of the soul that is lying under the bench. It wouldn't be the same, of course. He'd have to elevate that husk of a soul. With Harry it was different case. He ascended without godly help.

Harry shivered at the tone and mental picture of Voldemort with the power of a God. Not a pleasant picture by all means. "Sorry!" The last Potter apologized quickly. "It's just all bit too much to take in all at once." Now he didn't even have any leg to stand on. When these beings would give someone like Riddle so much power without caring for the consequences then he had to accept. His morality wouldn't allow for anything less. "I'll accept your offer on the set conditions."

In return he got a small smile. "Excellent. Let me introduce you to your attendant."

Before Harry could question what was coming now a flash of light appeared, blinding him. Where a moment before was nothing now stood a figure similar to the "Great Priest". The only real difference were for one the figure was female. The breast the size of a whooping E, normally only when a female Metamorhpagus wants to show off. She was also tall, about six feet in height. Her loose white hair was longer, reaching down to her lower back with two smaller bangs framing her heart-shaped face. The figure of her could only be described as buxom, with long legs smooth skin, reminding Harry of a Russian supermodel he'd seen once on an advertisement. Except with blue skin and halo floating around the neck, obviously.

Though what really drew the attention was her outfit. It was consisted of white high-heels with black soles, black low-rise pants and a black bandeau with white trim that seemed to struggled to do it's job for obvious reasons. Her fingernails were painted purple with her right hand gripping a staff that had a gem floating over it.

The new angel looked at her fellow angel and asked sleepily. "Why did you summon me?" A yawn escaped her as she stretched, which was doing things to her breasts which Harry couldn't possibly ignore. These two were proof that Newton's silly law of gravity were nothing but a hoax.

"I have here your new "God of Destruction" for Universe 13, Voldkis." Next he pointed to the sole human in the room. Introducing him. "Harry Potter, a new god, future "God of Destruction" and your partner." Then he did the same to the female angel. "This is Vodkis, your new attendant."

"Eh, nice to meet you." Harry greeted the blue-skinned woman with a blush and a shy smile, one hand outstretched in greetings. Always nervous around beautiful women. It didn't matter if they looked exotic or not.

She returned the smile with one of her own, showing perfectly straight white teeth. "Likewise." She took his hand gently and shook it. Turning to the "Great Priest" and she commented. "This time at least it is a cutie, instead of some disgusting brute." Enjoying the escalating blush on Harry's face, she then asked with a grin. "Did I hear correctly that he is an ascended mortal instead of an appointed god by "Zeno"?"

"Indeed he is." The "Great Priest" confirmed with a calm nod.

Harry didn't know what the difference was, but he guess it was good. Otherwise those two wouldn't be smiling. Good for them at least. "I'm guessing that there is a difference?" Harry interrupted, not liking to be kept in the dark. He'd had enough of that in the past.

"Yes." Vodkis confirmed. "It is…"

Before she could elaborate the male angel interjected. "All will be explained soon enough, but first we need to board the train before this Universe meets its end." With that he went and entered the vehicle. Harry and Vodkis not far behind.

Once inside the train went into motion in a similar fashion to the "Knight Bus". Far faster then a train had any reason of being.

"So, you wanted to tell me about my status. Where are my friends and family by the way?" Harry inquired, looking directly at the angels sitting opposite of him. Still wondering in the corners of his mind if this was just one giant hallucination that his brain generated when he died to cope with dying.

"Not to worry. You're friends and family are safe and sound in the afterlife of Universe 13. I sent a few people to transport them." The "Great Priest" commented completely at ease as he relaxed into hi seat.

Vodkis did the same as she took over talking. "As for the difference you have compared to the other gods, well that's simple. While some are born as gods, others are elevated for their power or deeds." The "Gods of Destruction" and the "Supreme Kai of Time" coming to mind. "Though there is a third category most don't know about. Namely that mortals can become gods themselves by going through trials and purify themselves."

Still skeptical Harry replied in a snark tone. "And what did I exactly do to become a god?" He wasn't even finished registering the fact that his whole world is basically dead. Much less able to think about much else.

"The short version is that you lost or gave up on every possession you ever had and accepted that. Be it your materialistic things, your fame, family connections or something else." Mainly his fifteenth year of life was where he lost or gave up on those things. "You also no earthly desires and no selfish thoughts, feelings or actions left. Everything you did was devoted to a higher goal." His sixteenth and seventeenth year of life were purely devoted in destroying Voldemort for good. "Lastly someone has to give up the last thing binding them from the mortal coil. Their body. You fulfilled all these requirements and therefore became a god. Or will be once you get back into a body."

Not willing to just take it Harry countered. "What about me getting together with Ginny? That wasn't really selfless, was it?!"

"That isn't exactly true." The "Great Priest" denied. "Yes, you wanted to be together with her, but you did not undertake any actions that would see her come to harm or try and break up the relationship she seemed happy in. You wanted her to be happy with someone else then you'd accepted that." That wasn't really selfish behavior. It was how someone who understood true love acted.

Reluctantly Harry conceded. "Okay, but what kind of god would I become? I don't even know where to begin with such huge responsibility." He imagined such a thing not being very easy.

"Without our interference your position would've been the "God of Death". Due to you being the "Master of Death" by collecting all of the "Deathly Hallows"." The blue-skinned man explained patiently. "The last "God of Death" had used them to appoint his successor and the one who mastered them was going to be his replacement." Harry had mastered the "Elder Wand", but never used it. Summoned shades with the "Resurrection Stone" and not succumbed to despair. And shed the "Invisibility Cloak" when he met "Death" with open arms.

Confused Harry scratched his head. "Alright, but then I would have another domain from my so called original ascension, wouldn't I?" At least that is how he understood it.

"Correct." Vodkis confirmed, looking at her father to explain.

He promptly did so. "That's why I am here. Originally someone like you could choose a domain, but that is impossible with your Universe being destroyed. Luckily, a position for the "God of Destruction" was vacated a little bit earlier in Universe 13. Every other position is unavailable to you, because you are not native to that Universe. Only by assuming the position of "God of Destruction" will you be considered to it and also become a "God of Death" shortly after."

Still overwhelmed Harry asked with a dazed look. "What would that entail exactly?"

Just then the train came to an abrupt stop. The brakes working overtime to stop the vehicle traveling at the speed of thought. Not a moment later the male angel stood up and said. "Please stay seated. We aren't there yet, this is just so we can pick up another unexpected passenger it seems." With that he left the compartment to go greet the other passenger.

Meanwhile Vodkis resumed explaining things to Harry. "Well, your duties as a "Death God" wouldn't be to complicated. Nothing like collecting souls or some such. They find their way to the afterlife just fine. You should only make sure that no one gets resurrected without your permission and that no souls leaves the afterlife without permission. Again you have the last say."

Harry just nodded in understanding. Without "Death" problems would be inevitable. Overpopulation followed by too little space and food shortage would make for a really shitty world on top of constant hunger and thirst. Without being able to die that could only be a world of pain and misery. Not to mention that animals also wouldn't die, making meat production one big torture. "And the second one?" This one he wasn't so enthused about and he wasn't even happy about the first one. Destroying things was never something he wanted to do. He'd do it mostly because he promised and to save his loved ones.

"As the name implies you'd have to destroy things. Just as the first one it is essential. After all, for new things to grow properly something old has to be destroyed." She briefly moved one of her bangs out of her face and behind her ear. "Without something to keep growth in check it is possible for that growth to become cancerous." Deciding an example would be best, she explained after finding an appropriate one. "Imagine a body. Every cell in it has an expiration date and gets replaced by a new one. Every day that happens countless time. Now, when only one such cell keeps growing and growing new ones of itself then cancer is born and for the body to be healthy again these cells has to be destroyed, killed or however you want to call it."

"Isn't it murder a crime against nature?" The last Potter finally asked. The lectures of Dumbledore coming to mind. "Death" was one thing, but murder was another.

At that Vodkis laughed loudly. After a few moments she clutched her stomach and fell down to lie on the bench as tears of joy escaped down her eyes. Calming down she got her hiccups under control and commented. "That was a good one." She giggled. "I can tell I will have a lot of fun with you then the one before you." Seeing his expression she said. "Oh you were serious?"

"Yes!" he replied annoyed. He hadn't killed a single person in his life. Not counting Quirrel, but he had been a dead man walking anyway. Being possessed and having drunk "Unicorns Blood" made sure of that. He pushed down the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he didn't have to push his hands into Quirrel's face.

"Why would you think such a thing?" she asked in confusion. "If you could travel to the past would you let Tom Riddle live, despite knowing he is irredeemable and will kill all those people?" Vodkis inquired calmly. "Voldemort was your cancer and had your so called mentor had the courage to end it himself all those lives could've been saved. Instead he choose the cowards way out, just like with Grindelwald before, and entrusted the future of his entire society to an untrained schoolboy."

Harry couldn't really argue against that, knowing every word to be true. "Why do you know so much about my life anyways?" He had thought she had just woke up or something. Though her next words would shock him.

"I know so much because I am your attendant and I read your heart and mind. I know everything about you and the interactions you had with the man were clear enough to me. Besides he condemned you to die without removing that soul fragment or even informing you of it." It didn't matter that Harry accepted his death in her eyes. At least she knew from her father that the old goat was burning in "Hell". The sheer audacity of the man, trying to wait and talk some more nonsense into Harry.

"He could've removed it?" Harry asked in shocked, feeling faint, sinking into the bench. He didn't know what to think, let alone feel.

"Of course!" Vodkis responded. "Do you think there can be so called "Dark Arts" without "Light Arts"? While first deals with doing damage and cursing things the second is devoted to undoing the damage of the first, purification, etc."

A hollow chuckle escaped Harry at that. "Somehow it doesn't surprise me." He choose to ignore the pang in his heart at that. "The person who I really am, not the "Boy-Who-Lived" or "Chosen One", never was first choice for anyone." Hermione always choose Ron over him. Every time they were alone and without Ron she sought the redhead out, trying to conciliate them. Despite the fact that Ron was her polar opposite and made her cry more often then not. Luna was much the same. It seemed no matter how much of a git Ron was he had no shortage of dates. While Harry couldn't even get one proper relationship going.

Not surprising given his examples in life. Not to mention that every time he had needed his friends for a situation involving his personal life and where it required some modicum of sacrifice or effort from them they were nowhere to be found or absolutely useless.

"The first ones will be the last and the last will be first." Vodkis said with a gentle smile. She stood up from her seat and sat down beside him, taking one of his hands into her own. "You may have been last in everything while living as a mortal. But now you are first." Normally angels don't involve themselves emotionally with anyone, mortal or god. That was mainly due to most of them being not very interesting.

Harry slumped further into the bench. He was surprised at the gentle contact, but he accepted it gratefully. "This is all just so weird. I still expect to wake up from a vivid and very convincing if odd dream, or for this to all vanish once my brain is done hallucinating in throes of "Death"."

"Well then, let me assure you this is all very real." Vodkis squeezed his hand in reassurance. They were to become partners after all and she could see that unlike most "Gods of Destruction" wasn't too set in his ways, thinking himself above help and advice.

"How are you going to do that?" Harry wanted to know. A bit amused now. "I come from a society where it is commonplace to erase someone's memory and twist them to suit your needs. How do I know or think I know could've been implanted by someone else." This also had been the biggest reason he lost trust in Hermione. When someone did such an impossibly huge violation of trust to their own parents, then friends weren't that far behind. What did stop her from simply sending her parents away with the truth?"

That's a cynical view on the world, isn't it? To never trust anybody is a lonely existence." Vodkis countered softly.

The last Potter simply chuckled without mirth or happiness, shrugging his shoulders uselessly. "I am used to loneliness. It's an old friend."

"Someone such as you really shouldn't be used to such a thing." Vodkis said emphatically. "And I know how to prove that this one hundred percent real. Ask me to do something that people you come from would deem impossible." Most people wouldn't include something like this in an illusion, mental for otherwise. "It would ruin the illusions validity if I am capable of doing it."

Harry grew contemplative at that, thinking of a way she could prove her claims. "Create real and edible food from nothing." According to "Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration" that should be impossible. Yet before his eyes appeared a green apple. One bite taken out of it confirmed it was real. Not fully convinced Harry demanded something wizards had no idea about. "Sneeze with your eyes open." She did and it looked weird. "Create a "Perpetuum Mobile"." Having known the term from Hermione's rants and that it was impossible even with magic. Charms still stopped working after awhile. Still, not a moment later it stood on the floors, working and working. Reluctantly he admitted. "Alright, maybe this is real."

"Glad you think so!" Vodkis said excited as the machine vanished. She had been inactive for so long now she got taste all that delicious food again on top of meeting new people. SCORE!

The "Great Priest" chose that moment to return with another being in tow. It appeared male from how absolutely ripped he looked. He was a tall muscular humanoid with an appearance similar to folkloric aliens. Gray skin, big round black eyes, nostrils in place of a full nose and holes instead of ears. The "Great Priest" introduced everyone. "This is Jiren of Universe 14, just like you Harry. Jiren, this is Harry Potter and his attendant Vodkis."

"Nice to meet you." Harry greeted the strange looking man towering over him.

Jiren in turn sat down besides the "Great Priest" opposite of Harry and Vodkis. He simply nodded to Harry in greetings and roughly said. "Likewise." Looking out at the window and observing the stars.

The train got moving again. A quick rumble interrupted the first few moments of the resumed journey, but from then on it was smooth transit.

Harry turned to his new attendant in boredom after waking up from a nap that in reality was a full sleep. Luckily hunger didn't exist in his current state. "Why did we pick him up?" Using a little motion of his head to point towards Jiren undetected.

Vodkis leaned down, whispering in his ear. "He was traveling towards another Universe trying to escape the erasure of yours. He partly succeeded, but entered a deathlike state due to exhaustion, leaving him in the same position as you in terms of a body. We picked him up before he could be erased."

Harry sympathized with the alien man, having also lost pretty much everything. Only his new position saved his friends from being totally unavailable to him. Turning to Jiren Harry queried curiously. "So, did your civilization make it into space?" Which teenager wouldn't want to talk with an actual alien.

The black eye unnerved Harry a bit. But what could be done to him while he was pretty much dead?

Just as Harry thought that the gray alien wasn't able to understand him answered. "Yes, but there wasn't much around us. Only emptiness." Jiren's eyes held a haunted quality to them as he said that.

Remembering his lessons in Astronomy the last Potter said. "Oh. If it is any consolation it wasn't much different for us." Harry's words s sounded positively squeaky in comparison to Jiren's deep voice. "We just focused on each other." Emerald eyes met black and in an attempt to be friendly Harry smiled at Jiren.

Jiren grunted in what sounded like affirmation. "Only that the attention wasn't positive most of the time, was it? War was a constant visitor on my planet." It was also the reason for his strength. One needed to be strong in order to survive. Ironically it was also the reason for the destruction of his home world. An escalated fight killed it. With nothing left he tried to escape to another universe, Only to end up here.

Vodkis suddenly butted into the conversation. "What a coincidence. Harry here ended a war on his world just before his ascension to godhood and...you know." She made a gesture that vaguely resembled an explosion.

"Really?" The gray alien commented, not really skeptical, more like interested. He knew not to underestimate people because of their size or stature. "Ki" was a multiplier after all and could be suppressed. Someone obese without an hour of martial arts training, but a large pool of "Ki" and knowledge to use it was more dangerous than a muscular martial artist without "Ki". The mention of Harry gaining godhood was enough to make him at least respect the "Earthling". "How did you do that?"

"Well you see…" Harry tried to deflect that line of inquiry, but Vodkis made that impossible. He was unused to praise and also unable to handle it.

"It was impressive." Vodkis simply talked over him. "He fought the without killing a single enemy, preferring to knock them unconscious or to incapacitate them. Finally he ended the conflict by choosing to sacrifice himself, being the one who the enemy wanted dead, instead of risking more loss of life. Not wanting to be responsible for so much death."

Harry scowled at her. Not at all grateful that some of his history was laid bare here. But what could he do against it? His life was in their hands, literally. In the end he crossed his arms and remained silent.

Jiren simply stared at Harry, causing the human to squirm uncomfortably under the intimidating gaze. After awhile the gray extraterrestrial turned his eyes away, staring contemplative out of the window once more.

From then on silence ensued until the train stopped for a second time. A glance out of the window showed the station having a sign with "Universe 11" painted on it. "Here is your exit Jiren. I hope this Universe is kinder to you than the last." The "Great Priest" said with his usual enigmatic smile.

He only got a grunt of acknowledgment from Jiren. Who stood up and got escorted out by the male angel. Once he returned the journey resumed again. What Harry didn't know was that time moved differently in this realm, if it moved at all. Once he and Jiren were going to see each other again more time had gone by for Jiren than for Harry.

After undetermined amount of time and a few naps later the train came to the last stop. The sign read "Universe 13". All three vacated the train, going towards the ethereal and misty exit.

Harry dearly hoped he wouldn't regret choosing this path, The next step enveloped him in light as all three figures vanished.

-Age 746 "Sacred World of the Kai"-

On the other side stretched a tranquil land of green hills, bubbling brooks that crossed into raging rivers, both plentiful with fish. Snow capped mountains could be seen in the distance together with several moons hanging in the sky. Though the most striking feature were the gigantic trees that held fruits on them. They looked like normal apples. Though the most eye-catching was the golden apple hanging in the middle of it.

"Are we in heaven?" Harry wondered. It seemed only appropriate from the look of the place. And the "Great Priest" had said that his friends were transported to the afterlife here somewhere.

"Close but not quite." Vodkis said beside him. "We are on the "Sacred World of the Kai"." Next she pointed towards the tree with the golden fruit hanging on it. "We have to wait for a "Supreme Kai" to be born for you to assume your position as "God of Destruction"."

"Why? And what happened to all of them?" Harry asked, while looking around in amazement while thinking about how all these being were going to look like. Not to mention that he was the first human from his world to set foot on another planet. As far as he knew anyway.

"They were all killed by "Majin Buu", a primordial entity. With their death the "God of Destruction" also died, due to the "Life-Link" shared between them." The female angel explained as they walked towards the gigantic tree.

"Life-Link"?" The words came out of his throat without his own consent. Harry couldn't have prevented it even if he wanted to. One link to another person was enough for a single lifetime. He could do without having another. He consoled himself with thinking that these were gods and probably not that malicious. "Please tell me that it isn't what I think it is!" He begged.

"It's nothing like the link you had with Tom Riddle." Vodkis put his mind to rest, by putting a hand on his shoulder. "You do not share emotions, neither can you send or receive visions from each other. It simply means that when you die your "Supreme Kai" die and vice versa. Though you are a bit better off. As long as a single "Supreme Kai" lives you have nothing to fear."

A small sigh of relief escaped Harry there. He could deal with that. Death was nothing he was afraid of. "Alright. Anything else I need to know?"

"we should wait until your "Supreme Kai" is born from this tree so we don't have to explain for a second time. It shouldn't take long now." The "Great Priest" commented. For Harry it seemed that the look the angel gave the golden fruit hanging in the tree was mischievous or playful. Or it was a trick of the light and it was a sadistic expression, who knew? Still, Harry thought he simply didn't want to explain.

His thoughts were interrupted by the other angel. "While we wait I would make a new body for you." Vodkis proposed, trying to kill time.

Unsure Harry nodded, just then noticing that he hadn't touched the ground. In place of legs was a ghostly tail, letting him appear to float. "That would be nice, thank you." Eager to be in a proper body again.

Promptly the female bombshell of an angel went to work. Waving her staff she summoned rocks from nearby and transform them into clay. Another twirl of her staff saw the clay moving, shaping into a vaguely humanoid figure. More and more it took form until finally they clay was shaped into the figure of a man. A cloth wrapped around the waist that fell to the knees to protect his modesty.

Harry's new body was about six feet two inches in height, no longer scrawny and had considerably more muscle mass. His arms, shoulders, stomach, chest and legs were well defined in terms of muscles. Though it was more on the lean side instead of bulky one. Something Harry agreed with.

"It doesn't really look like my old one." Harry commented. Not that he had a problem with that. Besides, he was a wizard and with all the methods he had at his disposal to change the shape of his body it wasn't all that weird. Just something to get used to.

"That is how your body would've looked without all the interference in your life, while also accounting for all the labor you did in your life." Vodkis explained with a smile, pleased with her work. On top of it she gave him something he deserved in her opinion. The last touch was to make it into a real living body. The gem on her staff glowed as she brought the husk to life. "All you need to is enter it."

Harry did just that not a moment later. He opened his eyes and noticed the crystal clarity in which he saw things. Touching his face confirmed that he had no glasses on his nose. His messy black hair was still there, but his scars were gone. A deep breath was taken and exhaled. "I feel fantastic!" He smiled and in his joy hugged Vodkis with all he had, forgetting his state of dress.

She hugged bucked a bit, but had a teasing grin on her face. "Oh my! Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to hug me?" A blush colored her cheeks, darkening them to a soft violet.

The last Potter jumped back as if burned. "I...you...I didn't…" He stammered out. His face burning scarlet.

Vodkis simply laughed. "You..Should've seen...Your face!" She wheezed out between breaths. Her laughter soon died into giggles.

The "Great Priest" simply smiled in amusement at the future god's discomfort.

"Anyway, do you have a preference in any kind of clothes?" Vodkis asked patiently, her demeanor changing to dutiful attendant in an instant.

Suspicious, Harry thought for a moment, but decided he could undo any wardrobe malfunctions with his skills in Transfiguration, despite not having a wand. Guessing that he could do wandless magic easily once he is a god. "If you could manage it, I'd like a simple blue jeans, a white shirt and socks together with boots and a jacket made out of black dragon hide." He always wanted to have boots and a jacket out of dragon hide, but didn't get the chance to buy them.

Vodkis just nodded, happy to that she was allowed to ignore the ugly uniforms for "God of Destruction" and have an excuse to not wear her own hideous uniform. She promptly went to work and twirled her glowing staff over him once more, making a few adjustments and conjured a mirror for him.

Harry was enveloped in a puff of smoke that vanished soon after, revealing him in the exact same clothes he had told her to make. The few differences he noticed were that the sleeves of his new jacket were pulled up, revealing his forearms that had gold bangles on them. A gold ear cuff of the helix type was pierced on the upper part of his left ear conch. Tied around his waist was an emerald green sash. His white shirt was like a second skin instead of loose. It also had a black skull on it which proclaimed "Death Claims You!" in a speak bubble.

"How bold!" Vodkis exclaimed, her left hand on her purple cheeks in apparent embarrassment. "You should've told me sooner. Though, I fear we come from two completely different worlds. It would never work out." The hand went from her cheeks to her forehead as she swooned.

"What?" Harry said completely baffled and confused. Until he looked at his shirt and noticed the message properly. This time he still grew red, but simply accepted it with a sigh, accusing her lightly. "You're enjoying this far too much."

"Maybe." Vodkis admitted with a teasing smile and twinkle in her eyes. Their conversation was interrupted by the growls of Harry's stomach. Being completely new body meant it isn't have its first meal yet.

"Shall I prepare some food for you while we wait?" Vodkis asked, having heard the noises coming from Harry, expected them even.

He shook his head in the negative. Not wanting to be a burden was too ingrained into his being. Harry also didn't trust her to not pull something else. "No, just give me the ingredients I tell you to. I assuming I can use wandless magic?"

"Of course you can! You're pretty much a god right now and have the power of the "Deathly Hallows" infused into you. You don't need a silly wand to do magic now." Vodkis explained.

"Oh. Good to have it confirmed." Harry responded.

Soon enough an acceptable meal was served. It were two burgers with chips and mayonnaise after the "Great Priest" declined the offer of food from Harry.

"Hmm, this texture and flavor is breathtakingly magnificent. What's it called?" Vodkis complimented as she wolfed down her burger at a speed of a starving lawnmower eating grass for the first time. Similar to Ron, though she didn't generate flying projectiles that endangered people nearby.

Before answering Harry multiplied his burger and chips, just to be on the safe side. Lest she confused his food for hers, like Ron was prone to do. "It's burger with chips."

Seeing that Vodkis eyes sparkled with eerie intensity with Harry as the target of her stare. "A burger, huh? I just know we are going to get along great!"

Harry shivered while observing her devour the sacrifices. He also wondered where she put all that food and still kept her figure. One stray thought was that she must store it in her breasts, but that ridiculous notion was discarded and the human soon gave up on that and chalked it up to the angels physiology.

Roughly a few minutes after the meal ended the golden fruit the size of a "Half-Giant" rustled and fell down from the branches of the titanic tree. It hit the ground with a dull sound. A moment later the fruit peeled itself like an onion, shedding layer after layer. One after another fell away, letting the fruit look like a blooming rose, opening it's petals and revealing its inner glory to the world.

'Man, that is one pretentious fruit.' Harry thought, observing the pomp with which the fruit peeled itself. Suddenly it reminded him of Malfoy and his arrogance and seers.

Revealed from within the fruit was a fairly tall woman, who soon climbed out of the remains of her origins. Most importantly, she was naked, obviously. Smooth pale green skin, long pointy ears, white eyebrows and hair, in the shape of flames spiked into the sky with long protruding bangs over the left side of her face from which gray eyes glared out at the people present. Her breasts were smaller then Vodkis, however more then a good handful. Her nipples were a darker green than her skin and the carpet did not match the drapes, because she was shaved that much Harry now knew.

The remains of the fruit shriveled quickly, leaving behind two earrings laying on the ground.

A moment later Vodkis held a hand over his eyes, also hiding his renewed blush and preventing him from staring stupidly. Silently thanking the angel Harry waited and wondered how gay that entrance must look for a male "Supreme Kai". That he accepted this situation without much fuss by now showed that his tolerance for weirdness for today was already exceeded by an order of magnitude. Even his high resistance had limits.

"What happened?" Where am I!?" Harry heard her demand in a soft voice the moment Vodkis' hand left his eyes.

Only to see the newborn "Supreme Kai" was still naked as the day she was born. He promptly grew red once more, reaching a shade only thought to be attainable by the Weasleys. He hissed to Vodkis. "Why did you do that?"

Still with the prankster smile on her lips she said. "I felt bad and didn't want you to miss anything of the show." She Whispered back conspiratorial.

Just as she had said that Harry wanted to fire back that he had seen enough the first time. However, he was interrupted by a feminine shriek coming from the newborn "Kai". "What did you do to me!?" she yelled, drawing their attention to her.

"Absolutely nothing besides reincarnating you, Zamasi." The "Great Priest" responded with an expression that told any casual observer he was just telling facts. For those who knew him it was clear the man was having a time of his life. After all, he just like "Zeno-Sama", he had existed in that future timeline. All he had done was saving a soul and letting the natural process take over. Well after sending the soul to another "Universe" and to another timeline.

"Zeno-Sama" wouldn't care one bit that Zamasu was reincarnated. And as long as he found it cool, which the "Great Priest" was quite adept at presenting ideas as, then the small child-like entity wouldn't mind. Not to mentioned that future "Zeno" did not exist right now, making a discovery is about zero.

The newly dubbed Zamasi protected her modesty with one hand on her breasts and one hand down at her crotch. "That's not what I meant!?" She yelled out. Her green skin got patches of rosy coloration on her cheeks down to her shoulders in embarrassment. "Why does my beautiful immortal body has the taint of mortal features?"

It wasn't even a problem that the body now resembled a female one. Zamasi couldn't careless about that. Because all "Kai" were gender-less, despite resembling male and females. Meaning that none of them identified as male or female, and all of them were as smooth down there as a "Barbie" doll. And none of them had nipples that she could clearly feel on her skin right now! Why would they need them when they are born adults? Even the body of fused Zamasu had been smooth as a baby's ass all around, having been modeled after the future Zamasu more then Goku Black.. Worse she felt hunger and thirst. Sure, all "Supreme Kai" ate and drank, but for pleasure and not sustenance. She shivered at the prospect of waste and disposal.

This wasn't godly at all!

"Didn't you say you wanted to never forget the sins of mortals? Besides, fusing with a mortal has also fused your souls." That wasn't saying much, seeing that both had pretty much the same person. "Giving you're reincarnation an immortal body with every mortal feature and need available. Similar to a "God of Destruction". The smile never left his face as he explained that to the new "Supreme Kai". "If you're worried about functionality. I assure you everything should work fine."

Exactly the same had happened to the elder "Kai" of "Universe 7". Once he merged with the witch he gained a different body together with its desires, making him a pervert.

"That's exactly the problem!" She shouted, trying to feel for her power, but found none. Zamasi was completely forgetting she could just materialize some clothes to put on or that she was in the presence of the "Great Priest". Someone higher rank thank her and also able to crush her quite easily.

Zamasi only concern was that she couldn't feel the usual strength of her body. Only a pitiful amount of "Ki" compared to her previous oceanic pool was available. Exactly as much as every newborn "Kai" got. "Just strike me down!?" She sobbed and knelt down with her head in her hands as her would broke down around her. One moment she was about to kill all mortals only to be stopped by "Zeno" and be erased by him. The next time she woke up in a new body, a weak body at that. A body with which she couldn't destroy evil. "I am worthless!?"

Completely flummoxed Harry asked his future attendant. "Is this normal?" He didn't want to assume anything here. Though he felt pity towards the woman.

Vodkis shook her head. "No, but it seems due to all the "Supreme Kai" being dead in this "Universe" improvisation was needed. Otherwise nobody would've been able to teach the new one about the duties and responsibilities of a "Supreme Kai" or how to do them. Therefore, a dead "Supreme Kai" with a pure heart was reincarnated. However it seems someone with a...very colorful history was chosen." Vodkis left out that the one chosen was someone who got into the wrong path, but truly believed in his mission. Her father would've found it a waste to let someone with so much potential be erased without a chance at redemption.

The explanation made sense to Harry. Still, he disliked to see someone cry and his "Saving-People" thing, as Hermione had dubbed it, reared it's head. Decision made Harry conjured a cloak and draped it over her form, shielding her naked form from view.

While Harry did that the "Great Priest" pulled out a purple sphere of energy, "Energy Of Destruction" to be precise, and pushed it towards Harry. Without Harry noticing it fused into his back, causing an aura to spring to life.

Harry's godly aura was a rich purple in color, changing to void black the further the aura went away from the body. Golden stars sparkled inside it, orbiting him in random patterns. Purple, the color of royalty, represented his status as the "God of Destruction", black his status as "God of Death" and golden stars for his ascension to godhood without godly help.

"I'm sure you're not worthless." Harry said, trying to console the distraught woman. His right hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down.

"I am!?" Zamasi persisted, her head bowed down. Her harms that had shielded her lower parts from view now punching the grown in frustrating. "Weak and worthless is what I am!? As no-good god, who can't purge evil from the world." Inconsolable due to humiliating defeat at the hands of mortals. A god who loses to mortals is a useless god. That together with her now being powerless was simply too much, causing her to cry purifying tears.

Harry was eerily reminded of himself when he looked at the green-skinned woman. Remembering all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him in his life and the fight against Voldemort gave him compassion towards this alien woman. Each claim against herself hitting further home than Harry liked to admit.

He sighed again, wondering why and how he always got into these situations, even after his death and subsequent reincarnation. Having noticed that more was needed he simply gave her what he hoped someone would give for him in his life. The reassurance of someone who understood how it felt. Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron and everyone else of his friends had no idea what he went through and how he felt. Their words helped, but sometimes he doubted their sincerity.

"Then simply grow stronger and learn from your failures." Harry advised, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. Turbulent grey met calm and soothing green as they stared into each others eyes. "I learned at least once thing properly in my life, namely that it doesn't help to mope around."

The moment Zamasi laid eyes on Harry she knew he was a "God of Destruction". The aura made that much obvious. However, there was more to him than simply that. Instead of feeling dread she felt calmness and gentleness coming from that aura with an undertone of a promise. A promise of peace and rest.

Curiously enough his eyes were more interesting. Gowasu always talked about determining a pure-hearted person by the tea they prepared. Zamasi found the eyes conveyed a much better picture and also more details. What she saw in those glowing emerald pools was compassion, kindness, serenity, empathy and power. The fact that he was a "God of Destruction", normally not known for their kindness didn't even know her and tried to help her only solidified in her mind that he was a worthy god. Only true gods could behave like that.

That wasn't all though, She also didn't feel this constant bubbling anger under the surface. It had always been present before, but since meeting the "Saiyan" Goku and fusing with Goku Black it had escalated even further. Most likely coming from the "Saiyan" half of the fusion. Something that no longer existed. Her soul may have been fused, something that didn't make much of a difference, but now her body is one-hundred percent "Shinjin" again. Not that she was a model citizen or anything of the like, but this god seemed to have a calming effect on her.

"Who're you?" She found herself asking through the sniffles. Her immortality was gone and she shared a life-link with this man. Making their relationship work was a good thing to do. That two angels, who could kill her any time, were present also had something to do with it.

Harry scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "My name is Harry Potter and the new "God of Destruction" and "Death" of "Universe 13"." Harry said as he pulled the green-skinned woman to her feet, and conjured a handkerchief to remove the evidence of her tears, wiping her face clean of tears. "There all beautiful again." While he said that Harry cursed his loose mouth around beautiful women. It wasn't made better by her state of dress, of which he was acutely aware of.

Zamasi caught herself from her momentarily stupefaction, responding. "I am Zamasi and I supposed I am the new "Supreme Kai"." Choosing to adopt the modification of her original name was easy. It was an honor to receive ones name from the "Great Priest" and it wasn't that much of a change. She ignore the urge to point out how utterly mundane his name sounded for a god. 'Maybe he prefers it like that or a nickname.' Zamasi suspected.

Harry smiled, happy that his words helped her at least a little bit and that his word vomit in form of the clumsy compliment went ignored. "Pleased to meet you." He stretched his hand out in greeting.

The "Supreme Kai" stared at the hand for a moment and took it after a few minutes of awkward silence. "It's nice to meet you as well." She said, taking his hand and shaking it properly.

"So what happens now?" Harry asked, looking his attendant.

It was the "Great Priest" who spoke first. "First lets give Zamasi some clothes." A look to Vodkis got the meaning and a twirl of her staff later the female "Shinjin" was enveloped in a puff of smoke. Once the smoke cleared, revealed her new outfit.

It consisted of golden bangles on her writes and ankles and a white, sleeveless, halter neck leotard encasing her curvy figure. It left the shoulders and upper back free. A white miniskirt went to slightly above the middle of her thighs. Over that came a black vest with a green trim and inside of the same type that is usually worn by all "Supreme Kai". The shoulders of her vest hung leisurely on her elbows, revealing her clothed cleavage. The vest is only staying put due to the emerald green sash tied around her waist. It also revealed her shapely legs to the world. On her feet were white two-inch high heeled sandals, that looked formal enough.

"Now we match in colors!" Vodkis exclaimed happily, satisfied with a job well done. One could tell she liked black and white colors. They were simple and yet elegant. And much better then the eye cancer producing colors of the "Wizarding World". In Harry's memories she'd seen enough of bad fashion to last her a lifetime. Which was saying much for an immortal angel.

"Great." Both Zamasi and Harry responded at the same time with much sarcasm. Both not interested into that type of thing, while also wondering where the angel got her fashion sense.

"See! It works when you're already talking the same thing at the same time!" A big smile was on Vodkis' face as she looked at them in self-satisfied manner.

That caused the both of them to scoff and look away, wondering why they had to be settled with such an angel.

Next the "Great Priest" approached Zamasi with a green "Potara" in his hand, having picked it up from the ground. "Here that "Potara" belongs to you." He then attach it to her right ear. Finished with that he followed up by going to Harry.

Seeing the jewelry om the angel's hands Harry requested. "Could you please attach it to my left ear please?" Knowing that the right ear was supposed to be the gay side. He didn't know if the same held true here, but better not send mixed signals.

Zamasi didn't say anything, knowing what would happen in such a case. A fusion. And with her being a proper "Supreme Kai" this time it'll stay permanent and without faults. As a "Supreme Kai" she'd be the dominant personality and body in a fusion done with "Potara" with her partner. The thought alone fusing with a "God of Destruction" was able to make her salivate. The power increase would be magnificent. Though once Zamasi checked she was disappointed. He didn't have a much higher level than herself.

The "Great Priest" shook his head. "No that would see you both fused permanently. I don't think you'd like that." Upon Harry's frantic head shaking the "Great Priest" affixed it at the right ear.

"What do we do when we accidentally put one on the left ear? Or someone steals them?" Harry asked curiously, having deduced easily that the earrings needed to be on opposing sides for them to work.

Even Zamasu seemed intrigued by the "Great Priest's" answer. "I don't know, but I am sure you will think of something."

Giving the smiling male angel a deadpan look Harry pondered the problem. A permanent sticking charm would be best, but Harry had no idea how to make it permanent. Though there was something he he read once in the Black library while bored. It was about "Blood Magic" and how to make spells and curses last longer and just a drop of it.

He held out a hand to Zamasi, saying. "Can I have yours for a bit. I have an idea."

She just shrugged and gave him her "Potara". It wasn't like she could refuse at the moment. Only wondering why the "Great Priest" didn't tell her counterpart what she had done in the past, future or whenever it happened.

Upon receiving it Harry sent a weak puncturing hex at his earlobe, drawing blood and giving himself a piercing. He put the dangle earring on and cast the charm with an addition. Afterwards he healed the wound with a quick and minor healing spell. "There, should be safe now that only I can remove it." Short of cutting off his ear the "Potara" was safe.

"You just need to give me some blood and I can do the same to you, if you like." The Last Potter suggested to his new partners.

Vodkis interrupted before Zamasi could answer. "Why don't you use your own blood to do so?" Upon Harry's questioning look she elaborated. "You are naturally stronger than her and able to defend yourself much better. It being taken away from her should be prevented that way." Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she explained that. If the "Potara" weren't a status symbol for "Kai" Zamasi wouldn't even have hers.

Not fully believing that, but trusting his attendant for now Harry do so. Repeating the procedure with his own blood Harry affixed the jewelry and cast the spell.

While Harry put the earring on Zamasi stayed calm and composed. Seeing no use in raving and having expected the angels to speak up and prevent the "God of Destruction" from making that mistake anyways. 'Maybe it is better that way.' She pondered while remembering her previous experience with fusion. She wouldn't have taken off her "Potara" anyway, but like this only Harry could initiate a fusion.

"is there something else?" Harry asked casually, causing Zamasi to finally look at him weirdly and wondered why he got away with showing such disrespect. Still, the "Great Priest" didn't seem to mind at all and Vodkis appeared to have the same mindset. Not that the latter wasn't obvious.

"Indeed, there is." The "Great Priest" confirmed, summoning a box, opening it and showing a silver ring with an infinity symbol on it. "This is the "Time Ring". It, like the name implies, allows for natural time travel. Though it can only travel to the future, creates no alternate timelines and grants the wearer acausality, meaning that your present self isn't affected should your past be altered in any way shape or form. It creates green duplicates of itself every time when someone creates an alternate timeline and transporting you to that point in time."

"isn't time travel extremely dangerous and every change to the timeline is pretty much impossible?" Harry inquired, not familiar with that type of time-travel despite his personal experience with the subject.

The male angel explained. "It is correct that time travel is dangerous and mortals are prohibited from using it. However, changing the timeline is possible. The rules you are familiar with states otherwise, but were established by the creator of it on your planet after meeting the god responsible for observing time-travel. He then promptly published his findings with the rules you now know to prevent any kind of godly interference. It was one of the only instances in the multiverse where time-travel was used by morals without dangerous repercussions." Which was about one of the few things the Magical humans did right. Mostly out of ignorance, but still.

"Interesting." The newly made god commented. "So do I have to monitor time now on top of "Death" and "Destruction"?"

"No. There shouldn't be many instances of people traveling through time. At most once every few millennia." Vodkis commented.

While Harry and Vodkis debated on the intricacies of time-travel, Zamasi approached the "Great Priest", kneeling in front of him. "Your Excellency, allow me to be blunt." the female "Supreme Kai" waited for his response. Upon his small nod she continued. "Why did you rescue me from being erased?"

The male angel took his time to answer the question. "You have much potential and it would've been a waste to see it gone in such a manner. Do you think otherwise?" Not really elaborating if he meant the way she had used her power in her previous life or the way she nearly was erased.

"I thought you'd prefer me gone from existence after all I have done. Even though mortals don't deserve to live." Zamasi admitted to him.

Violet eyes peered into grey as he looked down on her. A sigh escaped him as he asked. "You love life and nature, do you not?"

She nodded in affirmation. Life and nature were beautiful.

"Why is mortal life not included in that?" The "Great Priest" wanted to know.

She responded passionately with a slight scowl marring her features. "The mortals are tarnishing it with their violence, soiling it with war. They don't deserve to enjoy the world!"

"Why do they still exist then? Do you think that the "Gods of Destruction" are no longer needed? Do you think you know better than them what to destroy and what not? Do you think you are above "Zeno-Sama" to decide that?" His tone grew noticeably colder as he said that. Violet eyes never leaving Zamasi's form.

Visibly sweating Zamasi panicked and bowed low. "No! Of course not!" She had no intention of being erased for real.

Smiling again the "Great Priest" said. "Good, destruction is needed. "Death" and suffering is also needed. They represent change and what point would there be in life without change?"

Zamasi had no answer to that. At least none that she thought was satisfying to him. So she decided to go with another line of inquiry. "Why let me live or reincarnate me as it is?" Zamasi asked persistent, hoping to get some kind of answers or enlightenment from him.

"I have full confidence that Harry will stop you should you go down that same path as before." He answered as if in reassurance.

Gritting her teeth Zamasi stopped herself from complaining, knowing it will not help her in the slightest. Even when the answer wasn't satisfying in the least. "And how will he do that? I don't feel much more power from him than myself." That much she couldn't help bet let escape.

"By killing himself if necessary." The "Shinjin" heard the calm response, stated as if it was obvious. Through her shock Zamasi heard him approach, laying a hand on her head. Suddenly her mind was filled with information concerning the new "God of Destruction" of "Universe 13". His life up to this point racing through her mind's eye. Most shocking the fact that he had been mortal completely ascended without godly help. Not through power or deeds, but because of his pure nature. Ad close second was the fact that he was a god of two domains instead of one. Two similar ones, but still.

Int he back of her mind Zamasi noticed that she was effectively trapped. She was bound to Harry through the link they shared. She couldn't even prevent him from becoming a god by killing him in the past due to the "Time Ring" protecting him in the present, as well as coming from an erased "Universe". Besides, all travel through time in "Universe 13" would be detected by him immediately. It was even questionable that Harry could die, being a "God of Death" and all.

There were the "Super DragonBalls" as a last escape, but those only scattered through "Universe 6" and "Universe 7" and she was in "Universe 13". A good distance away and long instances of her being gone weren't going to go unnoticed. Especially with her being the only "Supreme Kai".

The question was if being life-link to him was such a bad thing. Being to that beef-cake Rumsshi of "Universe 10" sounded worse. Harry appreciated and value all life. 'Except his own.' She couldn't help but note with a hint of sadness and melancholy. Something seemed wrong with that.

Before she could answer any more questions the "Great Priest" was already gone.

The next thing she knew was Vodkis taking her arm and transporting her and Harry somewhere.

Something to do with a "Check-In Station".