AN: For those who read my profile, you'll know that I was sick, and thus, unable to finish the chapter, when I promised. On it, I said that I should be fine the next day, on the final update, but I turns out I couldn't have been more wrong.
It turns out, the doctor wasn't far off in his assessment, as I ended up having a bad reaction to the medicine. I don't know why I did, but I did. It only got worse after I woke up on the 13th, over a week ago, as I was in an even worse state, unable to get out of bed, zero ability to focus on anything, let alone fanfiction, and was struggling to communicate. Ended up having to go to the doctor again, with a family member's help, seeing as I had zero chance of even making it of my own room, on my own.
Ended up getting prescribed a different kind of medicine to help with the bad reaction from the first, one which didn't seem to be working much, for the first couple of days, though thankfully, it did start to help in a meaningful way eventually, as I had enough energy and focus today, after waking up, to whip out the laptop and finish this chapter.
Not sure how well this filler chapter came across, but it is a 'down-low' setup chapter, in the end, so I hope it's a decent read, for what it is.
The Olympian God of Destruction:
Chapter 35: Aftermath I.
The sensation was instantaneous and widespread across the endless universe as soon as it happened. From the most minor of immortal spirits that did survive Atlas' apocalyptic tearing-down of the sky, which sent the stars falling down upon them, to the most major of deathless deities whom both had and hadn't fought in the war which had just seen its conclusion, felt it all as one.
The complete and total annihilation of the Titan King. The ruler of the Universe. The exalted, crooked bearer of the domain of time itself, Lord Kronos.
Physically, spiritually, and even conceptually, he had been swiftly reduced to nothing. His ties to his domains severed the instant his scream had died away. Or, more accurately, it felt like the Titan had never been bonded to them in the first place, and were it not for the fact that the other deathless gods could recall his existence and him being as such, none would've even recognized anything was amiss, as his immortal body and soul were obliterated.
The immediate air across the cosmos shifted with this event, as every being soaked in the sensation of what'd occurred above Mount Othrys, and reacted in varying ways.
Upon the receding wave of earth that'd struck the Titans' abode…
"Hehehehahaha! By our mother's grand breast, do you feel that, boys!?" Briareus laughed with all his heads, feeling more glee than shock, as the sensation of his bastard brother's destruction washed over him, while he and his fellow hundred-handed kin rode out the last of their wave. "That right there, to me, is comeuppance at its finest!"
"And here I thought our imprisonment in Tartarus was bad. Compared to that, we got off lucky." Kottus commented matter-of-factly with a wide grin of his own on all fifty of his faces. For while stunned and in awe of such power from their rescuer, like his older brother, he couldn't help the unbridled feeling of pleasure that struck him, knowing that the miserable little prick who'd betrayed their trust and turned out to be worse than their own father had ever been, was now gone. "What say you, Gyges?" he asked, turning his top head to the last of the trio.
Said Hekatonkheire just snorted back, his own surprise at such power being muted by the elation of feeling his cruel, Titan brother being erased entirely, as the wave he and his brothers surfed came ever closer to the ground and sea, further and further away from Othrys. "You ask me, it couldn't have happened to anyone more deserving. About the only way this could be better, is if our father got this treatment too, but I won't hold out hope for that one."
"Heh! Too true. Too True." Briareus laughed some more, as he and Kottus nodded in agreement, knowing and not caring about the fact their father undoubtedly was hearing every word. "Who knows, though? Maybe that bastard will run afoul of Beerus badly enough in the future to get destroyed like that too. I could certainly see it happening, though, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!"
Within Olympus…
Sequestered within their forge, deep inside of the majestic mountain's body, the three Cyclopes had been going about their business when they all felt it happen. Each one reacting with a stumble, as one nearly dropped one of their tools into the furnace they'd been using, while the other two halted momentarily in what they were doing, taking in a sharp breath each. The lone eye of each of the brothers going wide, as they perceived that which their own sight had allowed them the potential to gleam, back when they'd been released from Tartarus and laid eyes on a certain, young god, but had not fully grasped until now.
"By Tartarus… It really happened. Beerus really just dealt with him like that…" Arges, the eldest of the Cyclopes, couldn't help but remark. "No way the rest of the world didn't feel that one…" He said, earning a nod from both his brothers.
"He's definitely made a strong impression on any future subjects, by doing that to our shitty brother…" Brontes added, while placing down his hammer and chisel on one of their make-shift tables, right next to another that held three of his and his brothers' latest creations that they'd recently acquired the material for. All of which still appeared to be unfinished, but looked to be taking the shape of a sceptre, a hollowed-out horn and a kettle respectively.
"Strong impression, indeed." Steropes nodded, some sweat beginning to peel from his skin, whilst he took a seat in one of their make-shift, clay chairs, as he felt goosebumps arise all over his skin. "Even though I'd always known he might be capable of something like this one day, actually feeling him do it is something I can't even put into words…" He continued, not quite knowing how to feel, other than thankful, in that moment, that he'd never come to see them the way his father or their father had.
"One thing's for certain…" Arges started, letting out a gust of air through his nostrils, as he turned to look at both his brothers. "If there's anyone who didn't know about, or think much of him before, they'll definitely be singing a much different tune now, after what he just did…"
Atop Olympus…
From the edge of the monolithic mountain that they called their home, removed from their ascended states and garbed in their respective tunics once more, Hera and Demeter bared personal witness to the finale of their brother's battle with their father. Their vantage point, combined with their superb vision, allowing both to get a perfect view of the last moments between the two, and how easily their brother had dealt with Kronos, having him in a horrible, totally defeated state essentially, before hitting him with the final blow. One that enveloped him and Beerus, to some extent, in a purple light that shone brighter than Beerus' aura ever had before.
"That light… It looks so mesmerising…" Demeter muttered, in awe, both of her brother's power, and of the unique beauty that exuded off from his final move. One that appeared to silence their father's last cry, for the scream of terror that'd launched from him beforehand, very quickly became non-existent, though the ghost of it did linger in her ears just a little longer, as she brought a hand up to her chest, and stood there captivated by what she saw. By what she felt, as her body began to involuntarily quiver from a slew of emotions, in that instant. "Dearest brother… Your power has never felt so unrelenting… so intense…! Even standing this far away, I can feel both my skin and my spirit prickling from what you're doing…!"
He'd always said that he was going to destroy their bastard father. The goddess had never doubted him when he said that, but she'd certainly never believed he'd meant to this extent, where she could feel the Titan's soul being eradicated, alongside any and all influence to his domains, leaving nothing of him behind.
The blonde beauty felt not a hint of fear or dread throughout, despite the horrifying, destructive force that her older brother was now demonstrating, and which he could very easily turn on anyone else, if he wished to. Though she'd be lying if she said his power didn't have her shaken briefly – and how could it not, given it accomplished what'd previously been impossible – she never foresaw a moment where he'd ever be moved to do something like that to her, or anyone else in their immediate family.
An outsider might've thought her crazy for that, as she couldn't predict the future, but they didn't know, or have a bond with him like she did. One that, with her care, like the plants and the grain she now had absolute control over, she was sure would blossom into something greater.
And speaking of that… The second daughter of Kronos and Rhea smiled, as the magnificent purple light began to dim. Perhaps I can entice him using my new powers in other ways… She thought. For a celebration was in order for their victory today, of that she knew, and she'd heard more than a few of their own talking of a potential feast as part of that, like the ones the Titans had done to commemorate them ridding themselves of their own father.
That being the case… Well, she could already think of one aspect of her power that she could put to the fullest use to impress, in that kind of setting.
"I don't often say this, but I'll have to concur with you there, sister…" Hera soon piped up beside her, her voice soft and low, going unnoticed by Demeter, who was in her own little world at the minute, but the youngest sister couldn't have cared less about that, for she was in one of her own, as her body tingled from the sensation that passed over her. The goddess able to feel the way her soul shivered from it, with various emotions of her own racing through her, as the permanent passing of her father took place right before her. An event that, as she felt him be both spiritually and conceptually obliterated, made her feel strangely at ease, as well as anxious. A paradoxical combination, to be sure, but one that perfectly described her expression, in that moment.
The ease it brought, was not due to the fact that their bastard father was finally gone, as she'd have been happy to see him dealt with in any other way, and then never thought about him again, after. Rather, it was because Beerus' vengeance, which'd been his driving force up to now, had finally been sated, which left him free to move on to other pastures.
But therein lied where her anxiety arose from. For, like with Demeter, unbeknownst to her, it came not from a place of uncertainty or fear with regards to Beerus' power to erase a major god completely, despite how terrifying such a power's existence was, and how it most certainly shook her to her core for a moment. The simple reason being that, again, just like Demeter, unbeknownst to her, she felt far too strongly that he'd never dare turn that power against herself, or the rest of their siblings.
Her anxiousness came instead, from pondering what came next for him, and more importantly, for herself. She knew he had to become king after this, that was the one thing she was sure of, but beyond that? What would he do? What would they do? What would she do?
Being so fully merged with the concept of marriage itself now, there was a sizable part of her now that had never felt more steadfast in its desire for her to be married. That being said, there was only one person she could see herself with in that capacity, at the moment, and that was him. For the simple reason being that he was the only one she currently felt genuine attraction towards, even if her pride had never allowed her to openly admit it to anyone past herself. He was the only one she could perceive herself being wedded to. The one being that her heart held any romantic – and admittedly also sexual – desire for, and whom she wanted exclusive to her, and nobody else.
That mindset most likely had her on a lone island, as such a thought didn't really exist with any of their fellow gods. She knew, because thanks to her domain, she could feel that almost none of them had been loyal to their spouse. Almost all of them had slept around even after marriage – or had simply not even bothered to be wed in the first place – and nobody seemed to mind.
Nobody except for her mother, who was the singular outlier amongst all of them. For despite their father's rampant affairs with various Nymphs, and despite the fact she'd been offered sex multiple times by different deities, she had refused to. The Titaness having explained to her that she'd only ever had eyes for their father, and that was until his more monstrous nature became apparent, back when she thought he was the best of them, and that he'd lead them all into a golden age. One that would forever remove the bitter taste of what their own father had put them through.
She'd been burned badly for thinking that, in every which way imaginable. It was frankly incredible she'd kept any hope alive at all, after he'd thrown the Hekatonkheires and Cyclopes back into Tartarus so callously, regardless of how repulsive they looked, despite the promise he'd made to Gaea. Though, to be fair, even by the time of Hestia and Beerus' birth, by her own words, said hope had been extinguished, along with any prior affection, after all the times he'd already made her look the fool for such loyalty, as he never showed any in return. And that was without getting into how he'd so readily devoured them all, bar Zeus, right in front of her.
Hera had always had an instinctual draw away from the promiscuity of every other couple, but that tale from her mother had done much to reinforce her want for a relationship that was solely between herself and another. And while she was aware that marriage itself wasn't a guarantee for that, much as it pained her, she knew that marriage was basically like a promise to one's consort. And if there was one thing that her dearest brother excelled at, from her experience, despite his flaws, it was keeping his promises.
The only real issue, is in working my way past my pride to broach this subject to him at all, and then getting him to agree to it in the first place. She thought to herself with an uncertain frown. Especially since I'm hardly without any competition in vying for his attention. Her eyes shifted for an instant toward her older sister, before moving back to the dimming light, where her brow furrowed in rumination.
Meanwhile, as the two sisters were having these musings, the only other goddess who remained on Olympus' summit with them, and certainly not by choice, was having her own ponderings at the current situation. None of which were of a pleasant nature.
I… I can't believe this is happening… Kalypso thought to herself, still unable to move her paralyzed body even an inch, as she continued to lay naked on the ground, now no longer with the benefit of her father's boon, leaving her back in her more natural state of curviness, devoid of all the muscles and definition she'd had prior. Tears forming and spilling from her eyes in fear, as shocks of electricity zipped all along her bare form, tracing through her insides as well, making her body occasionally twitch and spasm of its own accord.
Breathing erratically, the daughter of Atlas dimly felt her burning chest rise and fall with the slight jiggle of her breasts, which like the rest of her, still felt like they were on fire, despite being fully healed, thanks to Zeus' lightning. Her expression one of tormented terror, first after having bared witness to her father's brutal vanquishing, which had seen him physically obliterated right before her eyes, and now… and now…
L-Lord Kronos… H-His son Beerus just… Even with her senses badly damaged, she still felt what'd happened to the Titan King, almost like a punch to the gut and soul.
She felt sick. This couldn't be real. This had to have been a bad dream! There was no way what she was feeling here could be reality! It just couldn't have been. Nobody had the power to do that. Nobody should have the power to do that!
And yet, no matter how hard she closed her eyes, one of the few things she could still move under her own power, neither the air around her or the lightning surging in and out of her went away. Instead, both caressed her in ways that a dream version couldn't, unless the Oneroi had randomly decided to target her, for some reason, and Lady Nyx had allowed them to do so.
Kalypso only wished that were the case, instead of being a reminder that what she was in right now, was indeed reality, actively mocking her for even attempting to convince herself after everything that'd happened was but a figment of her imagination brought upon by the gods of dreams.
The lesser gods that made up her allies had been slaughtered. Her uncles had been bested. Her aunt forced into a surrender, from what her terrible senses could perceive, given she bore no will to fight anymore. Her father, despite his best efforts, had been conquered and decimated, and would likely be in much worse shape than he was the last time he'd been physically destroyed by Zeus and Poseidon, once he reformed and awoke. And given by far the worst fate of all, a fate which shouldn't have been possible, but was all too real, despite how much Kalypso wished it weren't so, Lord Kronos was no more. Not even the smallest trace left, as if he'd never existed in the first place.
The war had come to an end, she realized with a pained sob. And it had ended with the Olympians' crushing victory.
About all she could hope for now, was that whatever punishment she was given for fighting against them, was not given by Beerus personally, or that if it was – and it most likely would be – he took pity on her and showed a sliver of mercy. And perhaps he would, if she swallowed what little remained of her loyalty toward her father's side, along with her dignity, and offered herself to him, both in terms of her undying allegiance, as well as for her body.
As degrading as it could become, it was preferable to the recently revealed alternative. For the mere thought alone of ending up like her king had, filled with an overpowering sense of crippling, existential dread…
By the foot of Mount Olympus…
Huddled close together, all the other gods – with the exception of a select few – who had fought against the Titans stood transfixed, now back in their base forms, with the fire that'd surrounded them having dissipated. Most of their eyes, primarily from the lesser gods, as wide as dinner plates, as the sensation washed over them as well, not knowing how to comprehend the event that had just happened.
"I-Is this real…?" One of the Nymphs whispered in disbelief.
"K-Kronos is… I-I can't feel him anymore!" Another Nymph muttered in shock, clutching her hands close to her chest.
"H-He's completely gone…" A third murmured, unable to believe what she saw and most especially, what she was feeling.
Among the group, the children of Styx looked toward Othrys' direction with looks of shock themselves, as they perceived the end of Kronos. Once that started to peel away, however, it was replaced by awe, with Bia's expression in particular taking an added turn as she further took in the forceful sensation leaking out.
"Damn… I've never felt a force like this before…" She said breathily. A savage smile soon adorning her features in stark contrast to the foul mood she'd been in previous, as she hugged herself. "It feels so raw… so pure in its destructive nature…" Her body quivered excitedly. For given that she was the personification of force itself, she, more than anyone else, could take in and experience the feeling of the destructive force rippling out from where the mountain stood, if she focused.
And focus she did, on that unfathomable force, both wholly unique and beyond any other she'd previously known. The daemon unashamed to admit that the power Beerus was displaying was rousing her like nothing else, making her feel both empowered, even as but a spectator, and also weak in the knees. The latter of which buckled as she focused deeper and deeper on the force that had annihilated Kronos, before it dissipated, sending her dropping down to the soil upon them, almost as if she were getting ready to worship it.
Nike, being the only one to notice her sister's momentary state, in that instant, or perhaps the only one who'd chosen to visibly react to her sister's fall, as her gaze snapped to her, felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple. The goddess of victory feeling the desire to tell her sister to calm down and cease such an embarrassing scene, but quickly thought better of it, knowing that nobody was paying her any mind, and that she was also in a far better mood than before, even if it was a bit too stirred to be appropriate.
This is insane… How does power like that even exist!? All the while, for Pan, his disbelief was palpable, as his mind and soul registered what'd happened, but couldn't quite bring himself to believe that what he was feeling was real, given how preposterous the notion should've otherwise been, as his wide eyes stared out at nothing in particular. I know Beerus always said he'd destroy him, but I never imagined he'd actually be capable of going this far!
Worst punishment he'd have thought of, up until now, for those that'd slighted them, especially folks like Atlas, would've been to subject them to the most brutal form of sodomy, first. All with Beerus' blessing to back it up, ensuring that all the pain and torment given from it would last for potentially eons after the fact, just as he'd heard the damage done to Hyperion would. The added kicker being that said punishment would happen right out in the open, for all to see, in a complete humiliation. One that any recipients would be sure to never forget, in the rest of their eternal lives, and make them think twice before ever fucking around with them, as they'd done during this now concluded war, before they were sent down to Tartarus for however long they saw fit.
Now though… that seemed rather tame, in comparison to what could become of Beerus' enemies. To what could become of those who wronged him. Because for as bad as whatever punishment he or anyone else could think of was, inevitably, it would come to an end, and whatever suffering the Titans and their allies went through, they would have an endless amount of time to recover, get over it, and move on, even if it was never forgotten. They could at least be able to come back to form and live their eternal lives, for the most part, however they saw fit.
That was not so for Kronos, who he'd just felt be eradicated in his entirety. There would be no continuation for him. No possibility of coming back after an arduous, agonizing process. His story had just ended. Permanently. And the same could very well come for the destroyed Titan's allies, and anyone else who got on Beerus' bad side.
Even after having heard the god speak so earnestly about his intentions and what he'd do, were he king, Pan couldn't stop himself from feeling fearful of the potential of him one day running a foul of Kronos' eldest son. The god of the wilds trembling in trepidation of ever being subject to the same fate that'd just befallen the crooked Titan.
Across from him, meanwhile, Metis, who at some point had made her way closer to Themis, found both herself and the Titaness of divine law and order staring up at the location of Kronos' end. Both seeming shocked, like the rest of the deities, at this event, though the expression of it on their features was much less pronounced.
"And here I thought what he did to Hyperion was remarkable." Themis whispered in amazement, only loud enough for Metis and Hestia, the latter of which still stood by her side, to hear.
"To be honest, ever since that day your brother tried to invade and conquer us alone, there's always been a part of me that suspected Beerus could go further than what he did to him." Metis whispered back, partially grabbing the older Titaness' attention, as she folded her arms by her waist, mostly to stop them from shaking, as she maintained her composure to the best of her ability. "I didn't understand why at the time, nor give it any serious thought, as I believed that what he could already do was frightening enough, particularly for our enemies, but I now see that my instincts about his potential were indeed quite valid. What we saw before was but a taste of what he could do, with this being the terrifying reality of what his power is truly capable of."
"Yes. I couldn't agree more. Such power is most dreadful in its existence. Though I would add, thankfully, that it is only towards those who are his enemies." The elder Titan goddess replied, placing her hand upon her bosom, while taking a calming breath to ease her rapidly beating heart, as the purple light in the distance faded completely. "We are his allies. Those he trusts and has made promises to. I have faith that he will keep them, regardless of any issues he may have in the future, and will not allow such power to go to his head. For he has personally lived through the consequences of such occurring himself, through the brother of mine and the father of his, whom he has just destroyed."
"You think so?" The Oceanid asked uncertainly. "I don't mean to sound disrespectful of him, especially after all that he's done, and moreover, the faith he put in me, but would that same logic you used not also apply to Kronos, given he, alongside you and the rest of your siblings, went through something similar?" She couldn't help but point out, with a frown. "While I do admit, that based off how he's conducted himself thus far, Beerus does seem like he'll be a much better king, and I myself would certainly vouch for such, what exact guarantee is there that he won't eventually fall prey to a similar thought process as those who came before him? Especially with the power he now wields?"
"Because for whatever flaws my brother may have, he has yet to, and I don't believe he ever will, break a promise." Hestia responded this time. Her warm, gentle voice full of confidence in her own words, as the currently nude goddess turned to glance at the 1st and 2nd generation Titanesses. All while gently laying a hand down over her crotch to cover her lower lips, and slinging an arm across her pale, voluminous, E-cup breasts, which covered up her nipples, but also squished and bulged out her fleshy pair around the appendage, as she went to maintain some small degree of modesty. The younger goddess not looking surprised at all at what her twin had just accomplished, for she had always believed whole-heartedly in what her brother had said he was going to do to their father, even to the most extreme definition.
Instead, her visage held a tender smile, as she continued. "Take it from me, who has been by his side since the very beginning, when the two of us were first swallowed by our father, after birth. If there's one thing he's always excelled at, it's keeping his word." Glowing eyes shining with a trusting blaze, she proceeded to count them. "He promised he would break us out of our father's gut, and he did. He promised he would be there for us and help us along with our training, and he did. He promised Gaea he would free her sons, and he did, whilst holding no intention of ever going back on that, like our father did. He promised an end to the Titan regime, as well as the destruction of our father, and he has done his part to bring about both."
Turning her attention back to where the now fully dimmed purple light had come from, with her breasts giving a small wobble within her grasp from the motion, Hestia went on. "There're more, but those are the main ones that I remember, which he has fulfilled. It is for those reasons, that I can confidently hold firm in my belief of him, that he will keep to all promises he has left, and any he makes in the future." Such as the very first promise he'd ever made specifically to her, which was that they'd be a family. A promise which, admittedly, had been made before the birth of their other siblings, and had only her and their mother in mind, but that little detail didn't bother her. "My dearest brother isn't perfect by any means, nobody is, and I don't doubt there may be some rough patches ahead, but in the end, I have faith he'll make things better."
A sigh then launched itself from the kind goddess, and before both Metis and Themis' surprised eyes, her expression became somewhat saddened. "It is regrettable that things had to turn out this way, though. I know all of this was made necessary, in the end, but I can't help but wish our father would've had a sliver more kindness in his heart. Enough to make my brother more lenient with him, as for as bad as he was, it brings me no joy to see him reduced to nothing, like this…"
Upon Crete…
"My son… you really did it…"
Far off from Olympus, now conscious and standing up under her own power again, the mother of the Olympians let out a gasp, as the sensation fell over her as well. Her mostly nude body shivering from it, in the warm air left behind by her daughter's fire, which the parent of seven didn't even bother trying to cover up, for the moment, outside the tatters remaining on her person, which did nothing to hide her curvaceous, gold-glazed form.
She didn't care, though, as she was both alone, and also more preoccupied by the feeling she got, from what had happened over by Othrys. The feeling of her former consort's whole existence being obliterated by her first-born son. Something that had her heart hammering in her chest, and her very soul bucking back in momentary shock, with her facial expression to mirror it, at such a level of destruction currently existing and being under the control of Beerus.
"I know you always told me you'd do this, and with your confidence, I had little doubt that you'd follow through, but I never imagined you'd bring that claim to a realm like this. A realm of destructive power that nobody before you has ever achieved." As these words left her lips, one of her hands subconsciously came up behind her, fingers gently grazing and tracing over where the wound she'd been given by Kronos' scythe had been.
A wound that no longer existed on her person, and no longer pained her soul. Her spirit left undamaged, and her sublime skin left unblemished, with the only evidence left behind of her injury being her own ichor, which clung, drizzled and caked all over her. The life-fluid having spread out fast from her back first, reaching down her wide hips, bubble-shaped buttocks, shapely legs, slim arms and perky, D-cup globes. The latter of which mainly from the puddle of divine blood that'd also been left behind by her former wound.
"And you took the time to use it on me, before dealing with your father… I felt you, even unconscious as I was, filled with unending torment… I felt you doing that which I would've previously thought unbelievable, when enveloping me in your power's embrace. Cleansing me of the pain. Going out of your way to ensure I was rid of the cursed wound Kronos gave to my being, with his scythe. A wound which would've otherwise been permanent, and doomed me to an abysmal existence…" And in the process, putting her at peace, even before her daughter's flames came in to further comfort her.
And with his ending of her former consort, leaving aside her shock, there was no denying the vindication she felt at Kronos' defeat, after having told him herself that he would lose, without a hint of uncertainty. Not to mention the relief that began to permeate, after all he'd put her through, at there being no chance of him ever making a comeback, as she sensed he was gone for good.
Heart still beating rapidly, even as her astonishment at his power began to fade, Rhea found herself letting out a sigh not too dissimilar to her eldest daughter's. Only instead of carrying some sadness, it carried with it an immense degree of gratitude, as the Titaness sagged, losing her more graceful posture, as she felt like an unimaginable weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"You have my greatest thanks for what you have done, Beerus." Pushing her left breast slightly up with a jiggle, as she pressed a dainty hand into her chest to steady her thumping heart, which continued to race after the sensation of Beerus' power passed over, Rhea's face became adorned with a small, but no less meaningful smile. All as her dark eyes stared across the sea and shattered landmasses toward Othrys, where she sensed her eldest son. "I do not believe words will ever be able to express just how grateful I am to you, but I shall do my best to convey it, from this time forward."
Upon the wrecked landscape of the region of Aeolia…
And just as I'd foreseen it, the future has come to pass with your total destruction, Kronos.
With a knowing smile plastering itself upon his features, without a single shred of surprise or shock, this was the immediate thought of the future-seeing son of Iapetus. Someone whom, unlike anyone else, had known of such an eventuality long before it'd ever occurred, and was thus was fully prepared for it, as he felt it finally play out.
"D-Did that… really just happen…?" Theia, one of his beautiful companions, who'd been bitter enemies with him and his other gorgeous companion, Styx, not even a minute ago, before switching sides, murmured in stunned disbelief next to him. Her body rigid and tense in distress, her spirit shaken with terror, and her mind not knowing how to process what she'd just sensed happen, as she looked up toward Othrys with a gobsmacked expression. All as Krios, whom she'd defeated and betrayed to show her new allegiance, lay unconscious by her feet, remaining blissfully unaware for the moment, of their younger brother's total demise.
"Oh, it happened alright. I'd be lying if I said this development didn't take me by surprise as well, though." Styx replied from beside her, while she too looked toward Othrys, with a similar expression to her former nemesis. Hers was significantly less pronounced, though, having spent enough time around Beerus to become more acutely aware of said god's monstrous potential, which outstripped any she'd ever known. "I'm not sure if he was capable of this before, or if this came about from the Ophiotaurus' boon, but either way, it's honestly incredible to think of how much further he's expanded his domain's influence, compared to Perses. They might as well be incomparable, at this point."
"One thing's for sure, your brother-husband lucked out, Theia." Epimetheus, conscious and standing once more, thanks to Hestia's now dissipated fire, piped up from his brother's side in awe. The second-generation Titan having been smart enough to recognise that the elder Titaness had swapped sides, based off how she'd come along with his sibling and the eldest Oceanid, with the unconscious, defeated body of Krios initially in her grasp. Not to mention the lack of any hostility between them, even if it was clear that the elder Titaness and Oceanid still didn't like each other. "As bad as Hyperion got it, he still exists, at least."
Theia swallowed, but did not respond verbally to her nephew's words. Inwardly, however, even if her brother-husband didn't end up being helped, the Titan goddess couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved that she was no longer one of the god of destruction's enemies, if it meant she would never be on the receiving end of that kind of power.
At least she hoped so, anyway. There was still a chance that Prometheus had lied to her. In which case, she'd willingly grovel at Beerus' feet for mercy, if she had to. She'd already tossed her pride away anyway, for the sake of her brother-husband's safety and recovery, so no matter the shame inflicted, if it meant not being eradicated like Kronos had just been, she'd suffer through whatever humiliation she needed to.
Within the underworld…
"Hrrghkh… That's… new…" Charon, the gaunt ferryman of the chthonic realm groaned, as he came to a stop along the river Styx within his boat. His eyeless sockets creasing with emotions he hadn't felt in a long time, those being bafflement and disturbance, as he felt the sensation of Kronos' demise. The grip on his row tightening, as dark mist blew forth from his peeled, ghostly pale lips, before tilting his scraggly neck back and staring up at the darkness as though peering up above with his eyeless sockets to the upper-world.
He could feel more than he could see that darkness shifting, as both Erebus and Nyx, his parents, reacted in their own way, whilst in their more abstract, elemental states. And their surprise was quite infectious, as for the first time he could recall, the usually quiet and dreary underworld came to life, though not in a good way, as its other denizens also took in the impact of what'd just happened on the upper-world, as he liked to call it. The bustle of loud, shocked whispers and the clamour of otherwise unanimated beings all around him, upon the lifelessly grey land separated by the several rivers that ran throughout the realm, being impossible for him to not notice, as they echoed all throughout.
"Sisters! Our father's prophecy has at last, come true! The destroyer has finally arrived and completed the vengeance of the heavens! And he hath done so in the most wonderful of ways!" A shrill, irritating, feminine voice screeched out over the rest of the noise, getting a light cringe from Charon, as his head turned to the left, casting his view into the distance. His ears picking up the rapid flapping of wings echoing, as three shadows darted along the mist of the underworld, far away from him.
The ferryman couldn't quite make out all their features, spotting only the wriggling, hissing serpents that did entwine themselves over the trio's hair, arms and waists, but he didn't have to. He knew who they were, and he didn't have to be near them to tell that they were the only ones within the realm who weren't surprised in the least, or affected negatively by the feeling of the Titan King's destruction.
Instead, they were full of an almost fanatical level of joy and reverence at the retribution that'd taken place above. But then Ouranos' daughters, the Erinyes, as they called themselves,whom had emerged not long ago from the blood and spume of said Protogenos' members that'd fallen on to the earth and sea many years ago, would obviously be invested in this outcome. For from the moment of their birth, they had always been tied to vengeance and retribution, which was fitting, given they existed solely because of Kronos' castration and dethronement of Ouranos. An event which, despite not being present for, or told about, they had known of since their creation, along with his cursed prophecy, and hadn't been shy of letting any within the underworld who'd asked know, that they waited for the day where such a crime was given due punishment.
Removing his attention from them, as they all but frolicked about in the air, Charon silently wondered how his siblings were reacting to this. A part of him almost wishing he could be there to see his lazy brother Hypnos, in particular, be startled awake and get the closest thing to a laugh out of this situation, as he could, for he knew that not even the god of sleep would be capable of slumbering his way through this.
Deep within the ocean…
Meanwhile, as those above the waters on Gaea's plane and those within the gloomy space of the underworld reacted to this event, so too did those beneath the blue depths.
One such location within, which sat ludicrously far beneath said depths, and housed a great many residents, was a grand palace of immense size, equal, if not greater in its dimensions than the now annihilated fortress of Othrys, fashioned out of magically enhanced coral and gemstones. One which was contained within a magical barrier that halted any and all stray stars that did fall into the water earlier, thanks to Atlas' efforts. The many residents, which primarily consisted of the many children of Oceanus and Tethys, reacted with either panic or incredible surprise, as they moved about the halls of their parents' abode, when the sensation of Kronos' end washed over them.
Within the more private chambers, other deities had their own responses to the occurrence up above.
"I swear to you now, Klymene, I shall never again repeat the mistakes I have made in recent times, in regards to our sons. From here on, I will do what I can to mend-"
One such chamber, housed none other than a de-ascended Iapetus, who had shrunken down to his more 'normal' size of six-and-a-half feet, and arrived for his wife not long ago, after having retreated from the battlefield, with no intention of fighting anymore. Said Titan having been in the middle of an apology and attempted reconciliation with his consort, kneeling on one knee before her seated form on her bed, before the sensation of his youngest Titan brother's end had struck him, cutting off whatever he'd been about to say.
Once it did, the Titan god of mortality's apologetic demeanour shifted into one of total stupefaction, as his mouth fell open, and his eyes became so wide, they could've passed as dinner plates. The elder Titan damn near falling over from the shock of what he felt, were it not for one of his hands reaching out instinctively to latch unto something for support, which in this case, just so happened to be his consort's silky-smooth thigh.
Not that his wife minded. She was much too preoccupied with the feeling that'd hit her as well, zapping away whatever she'd been feeling just a split-second prior in favour of great incredulity and spirit-shaking horror.
"Buh-By my mother's and father's grace! Th-That can't have been real…" She stuttered out with a squeak, head flinging almost violently in the direction of the feeling's origin, before swinging back to her husband, who'd never looked more speechless in his immortal life. "Iapetus… Did you feel that too…?" She asked with worry painted on her features, no doubt hoping he'd say no, so that she could try to pass off such an overpowering perturbance as little more than her imagination.
Swallowing a knot in his throat that felt like a large bundle of sand, Iapetus could do little more than look upon his wife with dismay. The visage of a pretty, petite, bare-footed Oceanid of olive skin and long, dusky hair pulled back into a bun behind her head, staring back at him. Her regal eyebrows having flown all the way up her high forehead to accompany her wide, turquoise eyes and her slim, pink lips parted in perturbance beneath a tiny button-nose, between paled, but no less exquisite and youthful cheeks and above a tiny chin and jawline.
She was garbed in a thin, white, almost see-through, delicate dress that fell from loose straps on her small shoulders to her upper-thighs, leaving little to the imagination as it pressed over her nubile body. The fabric doing more to accentuate her pert curves than anything else, such as her small, A-cup breasts and jutting buds, along with her well-rounded hips and, if she would but lift herself off the bed, her little, heart-shaped ass. One that he did so love to caress, cup and squeeze within the confines of his hands, which fully enveloped those supple cheeks, as he stood tall and pulled her up in the air, feeling her cute, little toes curl against his knees, as he pressed their bodies together and nestled his face into her neck. His ears perked and enjoying the sounds of her moans as he tasted her flesh with kisses, before their clothing was soon removed, and they were locked in yet another passionate moment of lovemaking, where he pounded-
And I'm trying to distract myself… Iapetus recognized, as he let out a long, drawn-out breath, knowing his focus on his wife's physically attractive features had partially worked, given he'd gotten himself excited between his legs, despite how stunned the destruction of his brother's existence had left him. Here I am trying to get myself in the mood to ignore what such a power as has just rid this world of my brother might mean for the others, including my own damn sons, all so I can fuck my wife instead… Just how pathetically low can I fall, at this point!? He thought in frustration, as he closed his eyes and let out a low growl, while gritting his teeth.
"Iapetus…?" The Oceanid's soft voice whispered in concern and anxiousness, as she reached out, laying a small, dainty hand on his shoulder.
"I'm afraid I felt it as well, Klymene." He revealed in consternation. "And I can assure you your siblings, your aunts Mnemosyne and Phoebe across the hall from us, and your mother and father, all of whom remained neutral to the conflict above, felt it too." And he didn't doubt for a second that, when the shock of it all died down enough, he'd either be summoned by his elder brother or sought out personally by his siblings, to fill them in better on what had occurred, given he'd been a part of the war above, while they had not.
He could well imagine the look of shock on Oceanus' face over this whole thing, something he would've taken amusement in seeing, given they weren't on the best of terms, even if he did allow him to come inside his abode. That is, of course, if it didn't involve the destruction of Kronos, as well as such soul-chilling power that was responsible for that being turned on his own allies, siblings and especially his children, potentially, as a punishment for standing against the Olympians. For standing against him.
The elder Titan's wife went paler, as she craned her head again, up in the direction of Othrys. Alarms beginning to blare in her head. "I-If that's the case, then-"
"It means that two of our sons could be in grave danger of having the same, horrible fate as my brother just did." He interrupted, cutting right to the worst-case scenario for her, which had her head snapping back to him so fast, it was a miracle she didn't snap her neck, as she paled even further, and glared at him with wider eyes than he'd ever seen on her person. All as he hung his head and felt the clawing sense of apprehension take further root within him, clenching his hand against her thigh, while the other balled into a fist by his side, as he continued. "They were allied to me and Kronos, after all, so the likelihood of them being punished for opposing the side of my youngest brother's oldest son in the same manner is not insignificant."
"Oh… Oh no…" Klymene's remaining hand came to clamp over her mouth, as her expression melted into one of horror at such news, as she began to shake. Her eyes, normally like gorgeous gemstones that Iapetus had lost himself in more than once, both before and during moments of heated passion, now were swirling pools of trepidation and deep worriment for her children. More so than she'd ever had, when it came to their participation in a war she'd have preferred they all stay out of. For whatever consequences she'd had in mind for their involvement were far eclipsed by the reality of what could be staring half of her baby boys in the face, soon enough.
"I will do what I can to ensure they do not meet such a fate." Iapetus was swift to declare solemnly, not allowing the undercurrent of uncertainty as to how he'd manage that to show, as he gave his wife's leg his best attempt at a comforting squeeze. A part of him hoping that his other sons, Prometheus and Epimetheus, whatever their previous misgivings, would back him up in this one endeavour. "Even if all I manage to do, is get them a lesser punishment, I swear to you, I will not allow them to be dealt with, as my brother just was. Even at the risk of such terrible power being turned on myself."
Meanwhile… Back up above…
"By our mother's grace…"Poseidon murmured in as much surprise as anyone else, now back in his base state, covered by his tunic, much like his brothers were. The god having almost lost his grip on his trident from what he and his brothers had just observed. That obviously being their father's end little more than moments ago, engulfed by their brother's purple light of destruction, as they'd easily avoided the Hekatonkheires' earth-wave and positioned themselves just a few kilometres away from Othrys' peak, high in the sky."I know our eldest brother always said he'd do it… but actually witnessing him do it… to this extent? It's…"
"Hard to believe?"Hades chimed in while removing his helm and holding it by his chest, correctly stating what his younger brother was about to say, as the latter gave an affirmative grunt across from him. "Indeed. Whilst I never doubted our dearest brother for even a moment, even I had not taken his words quite as literally as this."
"I doubt anyone did."Zeus, who floated between his brothers, spoke up. A mix of awe and something else that neither of his older brothers could place, flowing through his every word, as he tightly clutched the thunderbolt in his hand. "I think we all assumed something more akin to what had been done to Ouranos or worse, where he could no longer take a physical presence in the world in any capacity, for the rest of eternity. A fitting punishment, given his weakened spirit would be helpless to do anything but watch on, as the very children he sought to get rid of, came to rule what was once his kingdom. Such an existence would've been unending torment, for our rotten father."
"But instead, our brother has demonstrated himself once more to be beyond our expectations, by ridding the world of our bastard father completely, leaving not even the smallest trace behind. Complete destruction, in its purest sense."Hades grinned, the surprise of what his sibling had done being steadily replaced by both pride in his older brother, and in the unfathomable power he possessed, of which there was no pretending, in his eyes, eclipsed their own. Perhaps even more so now, then it ever had before.
"A most terrifying power he wields, to be able to erase someone from existence itself, like that... Anyone else glad he's on our side?"The new god of the sea asked, partially in humour, as he let out a small chuckle, and partially in relief that he'd never have such a scary power turned on him, in the same fashion it'd just been done to Kronos. Or at least he hoped so, anyway. "Because right now, I pity anyone in the future who may seriously try to challenge him to anything other than a friendly spar."
"One thing's certainly not up for debate. If he chooses to be king of the Universe after this, there's nobody that could stop him from taking it, right now."The youngest of the Olympians remarked in a somewhat odd tone.
"If?" A bemused look came Zeus' way from Hades, as he turned to his youngest sibling briefly. The older deity taking note of his strange expression that was in place for but the briefest of moments. "You speak as if there's any doubt at all that he will be, in the first place."
"I am aware it is his by birth right, as well as by conquest, as he's effectively been the leader of our group, and is the one who just put our father down for good. Not to mention that all our allies primarily joined with the belief that he'd be in charge, after the war, which he's never seemed to have been totally against the idea of." The thunderbolt bearer replied cooly, his strange expression gone, as he turned toward his brothers, mainly Hades, while letting his trusted weapon fade from his grip, as he placed his hands on his hips. "I merely say what I said, as it ultimately is his choice, as I said, even if said choice seems obvious. Nothing more."
"Hmm. Fair enough." Hades nodded. The older god not completely convinced by his little brother's explanation, but in the end, chose to let it go, as it wasn't really important.
A sigh of relaxation launched from Poseidon's lips, bringing both his brothers' attention to him, as he placed his trident over his shoulders, and reclined his neck back into it, until he heard and felt a satisfying POP! "The formality of our brother becoming king of the Universe is of no real concern, far as I see it. I'm just glad that this war is finally over. And with any luck, there'll be peace reigning from here on out, with us at the top."
Hades snorted back at that in amusement, as he let his helm fade away, and folded his arms by his chest. "Try not to tempt fate too hard there, little brother. Last I recall, that hasn't worked out for you too well, in the past."
"Oh, nonsense, Hades! I'll be just fine!" Poseidon shot back with mock indignation, before letting out a cheerful laugh, as he fully got over the game-changing feat that their eldest brother had performed.
"In any case,"Zeus continued, looking at both with a smile, as he took on a more chipper tone. "I'd say it'd behove us to go down there to our brother and congratulate him for his resounding defeat and annihilation of our father. Something that it seems we've already been beaten to the punch on, when it comes to being the first to do so."
There was a hint of gaiety there, as the youngest Olympian acknowledged the deity among them all who'd gotten to him first. Someone that none of the brothers could say they were surprised got there first to talk with their eldest brother, given that deity's own relationship with the Titan that Beerus had slew.
All the while… Upon Othrys…
The world at large seemed to be with most of the other gods, in terms of their thoughts, for the majority of the protogenoi who made up the universe itself, who had been passively observing the violent battles that'd been going on for over a year, found themselves stilled. The shock from Kronos being destroyed palpable, as many knew not how to respond to such an unknown occurrence.
There was one protogenos, in specific, who's reaction differed from the rest, however.
This protogenos, despite not holding the kind of foresight a certain Titan did, was by no means stilled by what'd happened, unlike many of his fellow protogenoi, despite the terrifying power to completely erase divine beings from existence being revealed. Instead, while shock was certainly present, any disbelief was very quickly shredded apart by the sheer elation that was felt, as soon as it was clear that Kronos was no more.
"Gahahahaha! That was even better than I could've ever foreseen!"
Said primordial, was none other than the personification of the sky itself, and rather than stare and balk, or be moved to silence, he laughed. His cloud-formed face, which appeared behind the god of destruction barely a metre away in a swirl of coalescing wisps, laughed with such cruel merriment that nobody could be confused with his thoughts on what'd transpired, and the overwhelming rush of pleasure that oozed from his every cackle.
And how could it not? After all, he was the very one who, many years ago from this day, had prophesied the fall of Kronos, after he and his brothers had ganged up on him with the help of Gaea and the power of the Ophiotaurus, to castrate and tear his being asunder. Such guile and treachery resulting in him being incapable of ever taking form again, outside his weakened, elemental state, and thus, dethroning him as ruler of the Universe.
Now, after so long of waiting, such an injustice against him had finally been rectified, and in a manner that was better than he'd ever expected! That bastard son of his wasn't just robbed of body, like he had been, but robbed of everything. Neither his mind or soul had been spared, and with his soul, even the idea of him was gone as well, for all connections he'd once had to multiple domains, including the Universe as a whole, were now gone. Something that'd never happened before, and was a fate worse than anything else imaginable, and which he himself had first imagined, when predicting his fall.
And that in itself was the greatest surprise gift he could've ever been given. The kind that made his already positive opinion of the young destroyer, which had been that way due to said deity being his foretold bringer of vengeance, shoot up greatly, now that he'd well exceeded his expectations. He'd underestimated him when he'd spoke of destroying Kronos, that much was clear, and he blamed nobody but himself for not taking the young god's words fully literally, for it was clear that Beerus, more than anyone else, didn't mess around when it came to his promises.
When said god turned from whence he had eradicated the pest that'd stolen Ouranos' position and inflicted permanent damage to his spirit, the primordial of the heavens greeted his champion with the fattest, most joyful smile he'd ever held, as the purple-haired deity lowered himself to stand on Othrys' ruined summit. Their gazes meeting the moment he touched down.
"Well done, my dear destroyer! Well done, indeed! On this day, you have righted not only the injustice done to you and yours, by that ugly son of mine, but also that which was done to me much earlier, and the Universe at large since my dethronement, with his abysmal rule. For this act, and exceeding my expectations of yourself, you have earned my deepest respect and gratitude."
Allowing his True Divine Form to fade, leaving him back in his tunic-bound, long-haired base form, Beerus himself couldn't hide his own expression of pure satisfaction, after having brought an end to the Titan King. For of all those he had ever destroyed personally, none came close to the emotion that surged through him from disposing of his wretched father of this world. The euphoria he felt in this moment, having finally settled his vendetta, which had begun on the very first day he'd arrived in this reality, was almost incomparable. The only feeling that rivalled, or even exceeded it, in his mind, was the initial emotions that'd burst through him back in Universe 7, when he'd eaten the most delicious ball of food ever made. That, however, he'd put lower than this, due to how badly said food had quickly gone to his bowels, and thus sullied the sublime experience by sticking him on an unpleasant toilet break that lasted much too long for his liking.
Right now, he couldn't think of a damn thing that could sully this experience. Not even a little. Heck, Gaea could rise from her earthen form right now and slam him with the worst, most cringe-inducing teasing ever, and it still wouldn't make a dent in his mood right now. That was how pleased he was.
"All in a day's work." Beerus eventually said, his current pleasure having him be at his most polite by default, with the exception of how he used to be around Zeno or the Grand Priest's presence, as he soaked in the moment. His hands balling into fists and touching behind his back, as he settled into a more relaxed posture, alongside his currently blissful air, as he began giving his neck and shoulders a few rolls. "The only regrettable part of this whole affair, is that I wasn't able to do this sooner."
"Hehehe! Oh, I can well understand that feeling myself, Be-no, Lord Beerus." The protogenos corrected himself with an earnest, yet also flattering-looking glint in his eyes. "That's what you called yourself to that rotten son of mine in his final moments. The title you granted yourself even before this day, knowing that soon, it'd be more than just something you called yourself, but a direct and undeniable statement of what you are. It is only right that even I acknowledge you as such, after what you have accomplished. Anything less would be disrespectful on my part."
"And that alone continues to show that, as of now, you have far better judgment then your son ever did." The GOD threw back somewhat complimentary, as his ego was rightfully stroked, referring more so to the present Ouranos that he had come to meet, rather than the past one that'd been usurped and chopped apart. All while being aware to the fact that such words, while honest, were clearly also a way to further get in his good graces. For what? He didn't really care, but could certainly hazard a guess.
"You flatter me with such kind words." The cloud-formed being chuckled, looking to have taken an even bigger stroking to his own ego than Beerus had, from the latter's compliment. No doubt because he'd, for the longest time, had to swallow many saying either the opposite, or that both were just as bad as each other. So, having someone he claimed to respect put him in much higher regard, must've been like a breath of fresh air. "As I was saying before, though, I can well understand what you're feeling myself. For as you well know, I was the one who cursed him in the beginning, and have been waiting longer than anyone for his fall, by your hand, seeing as I, unfortunately, was incapable of doing so with my own power. Though, if I had been, I doubt you would've taken too kindly to me stealing from you the catharsis of defeating him yourself."
"Hmph. You're not wrong there." Beerus smirked back. "Regardless, however, you played your role well, in giving us the information we needed to stop that buffoon from ever turning things in his favour. You have my thanks for that."
"And I shall gladly let you know that such thanks, is much appreciated, Lord Beerus." The cloud-head of the primordial nodded graciously, taking care to use his title, as his visage then became more focused, hopeful and cautiously excited. "That being said, seeing as we're on that topic, I know I told you back when we first met, that in exchange for such flow of information, that all I desired, was to see that rotten child of mine felled. However, after witnessing what you've capable of with your power, I feel compelled to request something of you, provided you are willing."
"Oh?" Knowing his story, while also being acutely aware of what he'd no doubt seen, it didn't take Beerus even a second to connect the dots on this one. And once he did, another chuckle left him, as he turned away from the cloud-formed protogenos, giving him his side. "And what might that be?" He asked, deciding to allow him to ask it himself.
"A return to form, if you will." Ouranos said. "If you would be so gracious to me, I would ask that you rid me of the damage that was done to my being, long ago, and allow me to rise back to my former majesty. To feel whole again." He emphasized, and it became rather obvious from his tone, that such a thing was something he'd thought about and yearned to be able to do, but knew he never could. Until now. "If you could, I'd be more grateful then could ever be put into words."
"I'll bet you would." The destroyer snorted with amusement, as his eyes hovered back over to the sky god. "It's certainly something I'd be capable of, right now, I'll admit. That being said, though, might I ask what you plan to do, should I agree to do this for you?"
"Ah, not much, to be fair." The cloud-face of Ouranos shrugged, while giving him his most unassuming expression. "I have merely despised being in this pitiful state, since I was put in it, and the idea of being complete, once again, to have my essence rejuvenated, is much too desirable for me to ignore. If you're worried about me making an attempt to reclaim my former position, as the ruler of this world, if you help me here, then you needn't bother."
"Oh, don't concern yourself there. I wouldn't be worried in the least if that was your aim. Because if you end up getting too uppity for my liking, I could always just reduce you back to what you are now, or worse…" Beerus jutted a thumb toward where the last remaining particles from his erasure of Kronos that had yet to fade away, floated in the air. "Do to you, what I did to that idiot son of yours."
"Ahah… Yes. Yes, I suppose you certainly could…" The casual way with which the destroyer said that slightly unnerved the Protogenos, but Ouranos chose to shrug it off. After all, he could detect the god didn't even intend such words as a threat, but more just a statement of fact of what he could do, which he'd be foolish to doubt the possibility of, after everything he'd just witnessed. "As I was about to say, though, I have no intention of ever taking back the position of ruler of the Universe. Nor of doing anything antagonistic towards you and yours. If I'm to be completely honest, I haven't thought of anything past myself being made whole again."
The sky deity's face then morphed into an almost devilish smile, as a thought popped into his head. "Although, I do suppose being able to appear before my remaining sons responsible for my current condition, and to see the expressions on their faces, when they see the only actual accomplishment they've had in their pathetic existences, which they've celebrated for so long, utterly reversed."
"I'd imagine they'd be scared out of their wits, in that case." The GOD grinned with no small amount of cruel mirth. "That is, if they're not already, when they find out what happened to Kronos, and what could happen to them, as well."
Beerus lightly considered Ouranos' request for a small moment, before ultimately giving a light shrug. "Tell you what, I'll give it some thought and get back to you on that later. For now, I'd rather take the time to soak in and enjoy this moment of success. Preferably with a large banquet." He said, while already feeling his mouth water a little, at the potential of how good the best food and beverages here could be. The god personally looking forward to tasting ambrosia and nectar, which he'd heard from some of the Nymphs allied to his side were what the gods here mainly had, when they felt the desire to eat and drink, and that they were quite delicious.
"Ah. I see. I can accept that." Ouranos replied, as if he had a choice in the matter. His mood downturned slightly, though the hope was clearly still alive, given the destroyer had said he'd give thought to it, rather than outright reject it. "Should I take that to mean that the punishment of your opposition will not be coming this day, as well?"
"Yeah. I'll leave that for tomorrow. I can easily make sure they won't be going anywhere in the meantime, regardless, so they're not an issue." He shrugged again, this time rather dismissively. "Do you have anything else that needs mentioning, or is that it?"
"Hmm…" Ouranos turned thoughtful before him. "I guess there is one thing, though I'm not sure if it's all that important. It has to do with my dismemberment."
Raising a brow, the purple-haired god offered him a curious ear, seeing as primordial had yet to properly waste his time. "And that would be…?"
"When the severed chunks of my body, spewing both blood and spume struck the earth and sea, it appears that they each caused a reaction. My blood falling to Gaea's plane, for instance, led to the late birth of three atrociously ugly, winged creatures that have gone to dwell in the underworld-"
"Wait, hold on." Beerus blinked, cutting him off, as he heard something unsettling. "Your blood falling on the ground was enough to get Gaea pregnant?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Gaea's earthen state is especially fertile. Perhaps even more so than her in her other physical state. Enough of any potent substance from a being like us being dropped on the ground would be enough to get her pregnant, whether she likes it or not. About the only difference, from what I gather, is in how long it would take to get her that way."
Beerus felt genuine sweat begin to trickle down his temple, as this information was given to him. Okay… Don't worry… He quickly told himself inwardly, while swallowing lightly, recalling his masturbation from over a year ago, and what he might've unintentionally done. You did that inside of the mountain, even if it was in a tunnel, at the bottom. That should technically not count, right? I mean, she did show me how every mountain is a different domain, after all. Yeah, that made sense. Definitely. That had to be the case. After all, if he had sired a child that way, he was sure Gaea would've told him by now.
"Anyway," Ouranos continued, ignorant to Beerus' momentary thought process. "just like with that, it appears as though my spume and genitalia, which fell into the endless field of blue, and did so mingle with the seafoam therein for many years, looks like it'll be ready to produce another of my offspring very soon, from what I can detect. I know not what this spawn will be or what they'll be like, all I know is that they'll arrive not long from now."
"Hmph. Alright then." Beerus nodded, shaking off the remaining flecks of anxiousness, as he convinced himself that he hadn't accidently gotten Gaea pregnant. "I can't really see that being anything to be concerned about. Though, I guess, with any luck, that child of yours will be interesting, at least."
"I do hope they will be, is all I can say. Can't be any worse than some of what I've already produced, anyhow." He scoffed, almost earning a frown from the destroyer, as his cloudy form began to fade away. "Regardless, I'll be seeing you again, Lord Beerus. In the meantime, I wish you a splendid celebration of your victory, today…"
With that, the purple-haired god watched the primordial take his leave, unravelling into countless wisps that were dispersed into the air, leaving him by himself, for a brief instant, until the presences of his three brothers appeared on the mountaintop with him, before he could depart.
He didn't need to guess why, and he found himself welcoming their arrival, as the prelude to the coming celebration.
AND CUT!
That's the end of this one. Don't have much to say, as I'm still recovering, but I hope you all got some enjoyment out of this one, as always, and I'll see you all in the next chapter, which provided I keep getting better, I should have out by the end of the month.