Primordial Destroyer:

Chapter 1: Prologue.

"Ugh…" Beerus groaned, his eyes slowly shifting open. "What… the hell…?"

His body felt so light right now… but his eyes felt so heavy… and his mind… damn, it felt hard to think right now… all he could hear in his head was a bunch of white noise…

Speaking of white, that's all his bleary vision could see. All around him, as he inclined his head about, there wasn't a planet, star, or even space in sight. Nothing but an empty, white void could be seen, stretching out all around him.

Moreover, outside of his head, he couldn't really budge the rest of his body. It was like it refused to move for him, but he couldn't tell why, which compounding with where he was right now, only led to further confusion.

"Wh-where the hell… am I?" This didn't even look like the World of Void. It looked more akin to the aftermath of a dimension that had been eradicated by Lord Zeno or his future version.

Speaking of the Kings of everything, shouldn't he be gone? He could clearly recall the milky white aura that had enveloped him, following after his Universe's defeat in the tournament, before the feeling of nothingness overtook him, so there was no way he hadn't been erased.

So then… how in the world was he still… well… around if that was the case? There shouldn't have been anything left of him, body, mind or soul. That should've been all she wrote. So then…

How am I still alive…?

"Good question, Beerus."

Eyes snapping open despite their heaviness, the feline felt his ears shoot up at the sound of that familiar voice, causing him to look to his left, or at least, what he assumed was his left, and lock eyes with none other than the Grand Priest himself. The right-hand man to the Kings of everything.

"My, you look quite shocked Beerus." The progenitor of all Angels chuckled seeing the look on the former GOD's face. "Then again, I suppose you would be, given the circumstance." He nodded sagely, his gaze and expression full of amusement, not unlike a certain son of his that Beerus had become well acquainted with over millions of years.

"G-Grand Priest…!?" the ex-destroyer stuttered in stunned awe, countless years of fear and respect for the man before him kicking in as he immediately tried to prostrate himself with a deep bow, only for his body to remain as stiff as before, and refuse to move on his order. He cursed inwardly at this, but decided it couldn't be helped for now, and hoped the man didn't take any offence to such. The situation was befuddling enough as is, he didn't need to make things worse by getting on the bad side of the one being right now that may hold some answers for him as to what was happening right now. "W-what's going on…?"

"The answer to that is simple." The man smiled calmly, grabbing Beerus's full attention. "You've been pardoned, Beerus."

"I… I've what…!?" Beerus's jaw came unhinged, his eyes widening like dinner plates as that bomb shell was dropped on him. His mind floored to the point he was left utterly speechless.

"Dear me," The second most powerful being in existence raised a bemused eyebrow. Holding in a small laugh at the downright comical look of surprise on the feline, former deity's face. "my son Whis wasn't kidding it seemed. When you're surprised, you really do make some entertaining expressions, I must say."

Beerus ignored the rather blatant jab making fun of him, as he was far too busy focusing in on what the head Angel had said before. "I… I've been pardoned…?"

He couldn't believe that even for a second. Why in the world would either of the lords of everything even consider pardoning him? It wasn't like he'd ever been in their good graces, especially considering his pathetically low mortal level that had gotten him roped up in the tournament to begin with. "Why would they…"

"Normally, they wouldn't." The Grand Priest cut in without losing a beat, confirming his scepticism. "In fact, had it just been up to our lords, this conversation wouldn't even be happening right now. You'd be long gone, and that'd be the end of it."

Now Beerus was just even more confused. If that was true, then why was this even happening at all? Where had the pardon come from? He didn't even entertain the notion they'd had a change of heart about him, especially given the head Angel's words. So, what had brought this about?

"Originally, you weren't even a factor, Beerus." The man continued unperturbed. "However, Son Goku changed that."

"Goku?" Beerus blinked. His mind failing to comprehend that latest bit of information. Hadn't he been erased as well? What in the world could he have done?

"I see you're confused again." The father of the Angels grinned. "Allow me to shed some light on the situation. When our Lords brought their hands down, they completely erased all traces of the seventh universe and its inhabitants, you and your team included. Everyone except for Goku, of course."

They'd what?

"I must say," He pressed onward, paying no mind to the stunned look the human-shaped cat had at such news. "even I didn't see that coming. All they did was teleport him to this same place we find ourselves now and wait for him to wake up. Me being with them, of course." He added, just in case the former GOD hadn't caught on to that. "To be honest, I can't deny that even I was surprised when as soon as he was awake and they started talking, they offered him an exemption from erasure, provided he agreed to be sent away to somewhere outside our multiverse, as they didn't like the thought of erasing him."

The Grand Priest couldn't hold back the second chuckle that rose past his lips at the thought. Truly, the thought of someone earning his lords favour to such an extent to where they didn't even want to think of destroying them was nothing short of incredible. Whether Son Goku was aware of just how impressive such a feat was or not, even he couldn't deny just how amazing of a sight it was to behold either of his kings saying such a thing.

Didn't like the thought of erasing him!? They liked him that much!? Beerus thought with more shock and awe than he'd thought possible.

First, he managed to fluke his way into attaining the true form of Ultra Instinct, something even he couldn't do, and he'd also earned the liking of the Omni-kings to where, despite him having to be annihilated per their own rules, they were willing to bend them just for him? Shit, he would've happily traded in all the power in the world if it meant he had half the luck Goku seemed to have…

"However, Son Goku, while happy he was being given a second chance, didn't want it to be just him that was given mercy." The Angel's parent turned his head up with a magnanimous expression. "While most would've just accepted the offer given and not pushed their luck, that man chose to be selfless, and actually asked our kings if it'd be alright to at least give his friends a second chance as well."

The more Beerus listened to this, the more he had to admit, that while Goku could be a complete idiot at times, there was no denying how courageous he could be. To ask for more, when what the lords of everything are offering you is already well beyond what you should've been granted compared to anyone else, took some serious balls.

The worst part of it was, and this almost made even him laugh hysterically regardless of his current predicament, is that moron probably didn't even realize just how ballsy it would've been to do that.

"At first, my kings weren't too receptive to the idea, but Son Goku proved to be persistent and pleaded with them to allow it, and after a bit, they agreed to allow those who'd attended in their tournament to be granted the same mercy." It was then the Grand Priest brought his gaze back to the former god and levelled that magnanimous expression on him. "I was put in charge of letting you all know about this as you were brought back. This goes without saying but, surprisingly, you were one of the names he mentioned."

Beerus, even knowing that this had to be the reason for his pardon, couldn't help the disbelief that flooded his mind. Goku actually considered him a friend? If you were to have asked him, he might've said that things were somewhat amicable between them, but he never would've gone so far as to say they were genuine friends of any sort. Not in a million years.

And yet, that daft Saiyan had clearly thought otherwise, for some reason. And because of that, was willing to go to bat for him, and request mercy from the two Zen'os on his behalf alongside his buddies, giving him another chance elsewhere.

As much as Beerus hated to admit it, if there was to ever be a time when they somehow met again, for doing him a favour like this… he'd have to give that damned man the deepest bow of respect he'd ever given, even if it killed part of his pride to do it for him of all people. Because right now, for this, he owed him his life. Literally.

"I take it you accept the mercy being offered to you?" The patriarch of the Angels asked with a bit of humour in his tone.

A part of Beerus wanted to ask if his brother Champa could be given that treatment as well, because no matter how annoying he could be, he was still his only family. Well… was, anyway.

He stopped himself from asking though, as he knew it wouldn't be accepted. Goku may have been able to talk the Omni-kings into sparing his and his team's lives, but that was only because the two supreme rulers liked him. They held no such care for him whatsoever and asking the Grand Priest to ask that of them on his behalf was an effort in futility. Something he only had himself to blame for, really.

"Will I get to keep my memories?" Beerus suddenly piped up, eyeing the second most powerful being in existence.

"But of course." The Angel nodded graciously. "All of those pardoned by our lords will be allowed to retain their memories, should they wish to."

Beerus nodded back in relief. That was good. As much as Champa got on his nerves, the thought of never seeing him again was a bit depressing. He may have been a fat oaf of a younger brother, but he'd always cared about him, whether he admitted it or not. Knowing he could at least live on in his memories was a small kindness he was willing to take. "Alright then. I accept."

"I had a feeling you would." He replied with a hint of mirth, knowing that with Beerus's personality, there wasn't a chance in hell from the beginning he wouldn't jump at such an opportunity. "Well then, I'll have to get to the others soon enough. I do hope you make the most out of this, Beerus. It'd be a shame for you to fall into bad habits and waste your new life like you did in your position as Universe 7's God of Destruction."

Beerus felt like a hammer had just been slammed on to his head with the force of a big bang with that last comment. His expression one of pure cringe as his face scrunched up.

As insulting as that was to hear, though, he couldn't really deny what had just been said, given his universe's abysmal mortal level that had led to him having to have his universe compete for its own survival. All of which was on him for doing a terrible job as its Destroyer God, much as it pained him to acknowledge.

"Right… I'll be sure to keep that in mind…"

"Good. I'm glad to hear it." He nodded, before beginning to turn away as an eerie smile formed on his lips. "Enjoy your rebirth, Beerus…"

These were the final words Beerus heard from the Grand Priest, as he was pardoned from erasure. The destroyer feeling himself drifting off into unconsciousness within the void he and the Father of Angels had inhabited.

Time might as well have been illusory to him, from there, as Beerus has no idea how long it was, before he awoke again with a start. His amber eyes shooting wide open, as it felt like life itself was injected into him, jolting his very being into existence in a way that felt frighteningly invigorating.

"Wh-What the…?" Beerus stumbled over his first words in wherever he found himself. His voice sounding the same as it had, before, as his wide eyes met the new world that awaited him.

He was met with a void of darkness all around, as he looked forward, up and to his sides.

This place held no light within it, and yet, he was still perfectly able to see? He wasn't sure how that was possible, but…

Hang on a second, was that mist he spotted, rising up from the darkness? Or was darkness coming from the mist? He couldn't tell. Not right away, anyway.

Odd. Very odd, but then, he'd seen somewhat similar, funky things, in his long life as Universe 7's GOD. The World of Void being kind of like this, just white, so he wasn't much put off by the sight.

Even so… This was the new world he'd been sent to? It looked like… it'd barely even begun. Not even a single, small sign of life, unless he counted the mist that he was able to perceive. Just a whole load of… nothing.

If this was the very beginning of a new universe, then… then…

That meant no food, whether it met his palette or not, for perhaps a very long time. A truly terrible thought…

Already not off to a good start! He knew he was lucky to even still exist, but would it have killed the Grand Priest to send him somewhere that at least had some actual life going on to it!?

Preferably with people who'd learned how to cook, and could do it well!

Blast it. Maybe he could fall back on his favourite activity, outside dining on delicious food, and go into slumber for a while? Perhaps sleep away an eon or two, and then wake up when there were hopefully some actual planets around, which had civilizations started up?

Again, preferably with good cooks? Earth had definitely spoiled him. He'd rather not go back to eating the slop that those other worlds had given him for his visits, before he'd destroyed them.

"Ah~! Wonderful! I managed to create a partner for myself, just like those two have for each other!"

Beerus stilled, as his ears picked up a new voice. A feminine one that was like sweet honey to his sense of hearing, and one that sounded joyful and pleased.

It came from… somewhere around him. No, it felt more like all around him.

He hadn't even noticed her presence, until she'd piped up…

And wait, had she just said she'd created him? Must've been through unique means, because his body – a new one, for sure – it felt… strange. Yet also natural? He could feel every limb and every muscle right away, the latter of which felt like way more than he'd had, before.

He also felt taller, and… lighter? Was that the correct word? It was almost like he was weightless, now that he focused on that. Which he supposed made sense, as he doubted there was any gravity, here.

What didn't, was that there was also… something else. Something other about him, now that he got a sense of himself. Like he was here, in this body of his, but also… other places?

It was hard to describe, but it almost felt like his very being was stretched out in near all directions endlessly. Like he had a whole other body, infinitely bigger than this one, which he couldn't perceive with his eyes, but could feel through some connection that was foreign, yet paradoxically familiar to him, at the same time?

He'd never been so confused…

Blinking to himself, the destroyer pulled away from such thoughts, for the moment, as he felt a smooth, dainty hand press down on one of his shoulders. A physical touch that reminded him of his companion – and self-proclaimed creator – in this lightless dimension.

Not a disembodied consciousness then. Or perhaps she was, but could just make herself a physical body to interact with him? Either way, good. He preferred when he could actually see who he was speaking with.

Not wanting to just stand there with his back to them – or perhaps float was the better word, given he certainly wasn't standing on anything, right now – like a goober, Beerus was quick to turn around, so he could see what may be the only other being in this place with him, as far as he knew.

And as soon as he did, he felt a shudder run through him, at what he saw.

It was indeed a woman – or rather, given the aura he felt off of her, as his gaze snapped over her, a Goddess. Either way, she had to be the single most beautiful female he'd ever seen, and he didn't admit that lightly.

She had an enthrallingly cute, heart-shaped face seemingly moulded immaculately by nature itself to hold a downright ethereal, feminine beauty, with a broad forehead, prominent, regally-high cheekbones, and a soft, narrow chin and jawline. Her lips were full and a light, earthy-brown to go superbly well with her vivacious skin, which held the same shade as the healthiest, tanned roots from within the earth of any planet he'd been to. A small, adorable button-nose jutted from the centre of her features, with the ridge moving up to nicely separate her wide-set, kind eyes that held the most stunning colour of green, with the same vibrancy of the most healthy of vegetation. Her lashes long – but not overly so – and attractive, beneath short, refined eyebrows that shared the same shade as her hair.

Speaking of which, her hair, the colour of rich, fertile soil was graceful, and as breathtaking as her face. It was long-flowing, running down well past her shoulders and along her glossy flesh both ways like fine, forking rivers of ecstatic elegance, with smooth strands framing her face, but lending a peek at her pretty, little ears as he followed them down. Way down her torso. And in the process, found himself with his jaw unhinging.

Her body held no cloth to cover itself, whatsoever. Instead, she had certain areas of her body covered in lusciously saturated, bright green moss, such as her chest, upper arms, waist, hips and thighs. All of which were supremely well-proportioned, with large and round G-cup breasts that her riveting hair cascaded over like picturesque waterfalls, while still giving a perfect view of the alluring and sizeable brownish nipples that stood up and proud at the centre, almost like delicious muffin-tops. They were ringed by tantalizing areolas of a similar, but lighter shade, which reminded him of sweet, melted chocolate.

Further down, her taut belly, centred by a small, sleek belly-button and framed by a sublimely slim waist fed into wide birthing hips that all but guaranteed a firm, round ass behind her. That was about where her lengthy hair seemed to terminate at, just above her supplely thick thighs and slim, long legs. Moss and soil dotted around where her womanhood laid between her two pillars of nature-covered femininity, which seemed to trail down forever, before Beerus' stunned eyes, to a pair of bare, unbelievably smooth-looking feet…

The former destroyer of Universe 7 had never in his life found himself swallowing so thickly, without any food going down his throat. Nor had said throat ever felt so dry, as it did now, whilst something stirred within his loins.

That last part made him chance a glance down at himself, for an instant, as he didn't feel anything on his person, and sure enough, he was met with a nude body of his own. Flawless olive skin bared before his eyes, where once, he'd had purple, with strands of long hair – for he had a full head of it, now – that fell to his lower chest holding the very shade his flesh once had. His pecs were chiselled, and he also had fully-defined, six-pack abs that looked as if they'd been sculpted, with lithe, but thickly-muscled arms and legs to go along with it.

And between his legs, was an already semi-erect phallus that was certainly a good deal bigger than his old one had been, with a pair of sizeable nuts dangling beneath, twice as large as his old set.

"Oh my… is something the matter?" The Goddess – because Beerus would now be damned if he ever referred to this specimen before his blessed eyes as a woman, ever again – asked with a light touch of concern. Yet he also detected a not-so-subtle tone of teasing, as his eyes flicked up and he saw her grin. "You appear to be struggling with something, husband. Perhaps I can assist you with it?"

"Uhhhh…" Beerus blinked stupidly, before his mind started back into working again and he stared at her incredulously. "Wait, did you just call me your 'husband'?"

"Indeed." She smiled brightly, her cuteness factor jumping up several levels for the newly reborn deity, with how it made her face shine all the better, as she placed a soft hand upon his cheek. "It came to me, as I brought you into this world. And I believe no better word describes your relation to me. Your wife~."

Wife…

His wife, she said.

His own 'creator' in this place, who had definitely made him – his body… or bodies? Not his soul – through some kind of magical means, rather than through a natural birthing process, as he was fully-grown, instead of an infant, had effectively stated that they were married. That he was spouses with her, while only mere moments alive, by this world's time – if such a concept even existed here, yet.

Beerus felt he should be rather annoyed at her presumptuousness, thinking she could just decide such a thing for him, even as his 'creator', without his actual say in the matter. As though he'd just blindly accept such an arrangement, when the concept of marriage did nothing for him.

If an objection to her claim had been forthcoming, though, it was derailed the instant he felt her fingers slide into his hair and grip the back of his head, before his face was unceremoniously pulled down. Right toward her bosom.

"Mmrph…!" With comically wide eyes, the reborn destroyer let out a muffled noise of surprise, as his features were smothered into her cleavage, his vision filled with a sea of sheened brown. Her enormous breasts jiggling as they squished beneath him and bulged out their excess flesh all around his head, as he was shoved deep into their soft, doughy embrace.

"Mmm… I felt the sudden compulsion to do this, after touching your face, and I'm glad I did. It just feels… natural, don't you think, husband?" The Goddess giggled warmly with a hint of teasing, as she brought her free arm around his neck, squeezing him just a little further into her perky, mushrooming mounds.

By Lord Zeno's mercy… Beerus thought to himself, as his eyes lulled back. His nose and mouth finally inhaling the Goddess' scent, which was like all of nature itself distilled down into a singular smell. One that he could never even hope to put into words that did it justice.

Earthly Heaven with a positively divine, minty undertone was the best way he could put it, and even that felt shallow.

The closest taking in her scent could be compared to, was like taking in that wonderful substance that Whis had called 'catnip', only the Goddess's aroma was so, so much more powerful than that!

He could feel it. His senses being overwhelmed. A thrill and sudden explosion of happiness unlike anything he'd ever gone through, before, as his body moved on its own. His arms circling around her waist without hesitation and hugging her close, almost bringing their torsos together in an abnormal gesture of affection, especially for someone he'd only just met and didn't even have a name for, as his face started rolling and rubbing deeply into her titanic tits. His motions spilling copious amounts of her wobbly boob-flesh all around his head with a broad, downright delirious smile instinctively coming over him.

"Oh my~!" The Goddess moaned. The sound a riveting noise to Beerus' ears. "It would seem you're liking our closeness very much!"

Oh, he liked it, alright.

He was already addicted. That much, he was sure of.

Any previous tension that may've existed simply rolled off him into a totally relaxed state. One assisted not only by the Goddess' wonderful scent, but also her bosom itself.

Her massive, beautiful breasts were so very, very soft.

Beerus had been given the pleasure of resting his head on the finest pillows in his former universe, throughout his long life, where he'd fallen into slumber for thousands to tens of thousands of years, at a time, with how comfy they'd been.

Not one of them came close to how supple, warm and cozy this Goddess's rack was. Just having his head smothered in these pillowy mountains for what was probably no more than a few seconds had him in a realm of comfortable bliss. One he could imagine himself staying in for all eternity, if he could.

"My name is Gaea, husband." The Goddess revealed, feeling a strong warmth in her chest, at how jubilantly her partner was holding her and embracing himself into her bosom, as she beamed down at him. "I came up with it for myself, after contemplating what I should be called, before I made you."

"Nnngh… Gaea, huh? That's a lovely name." Beerus managed to groan through what felt like endless volumes of titty-meat, as he made himself as comfortable as possible, in her welcoming bosom. "Mine's… Beerus…"

"Beerus…" Gaea tested the name on her tongue, before humming with wide approval, as she began stroking his head. "Hmm. I like that name~."

"Nngh!... And I'm liking you, already…" He mumbled back without a second thought, while nuzzling himself into her voluminous valleys.

Sleep would claim him quick, at this rate. There was no way it wouldn't, with how perfectly cozy this was. He'd fallen into deep slumber on cushions of much less quality than this Goddess's 'pillows' in mere moments, and that was without the divine aroma she graced his senses with, too.

And the dreams he'd have after he surrendered to sleep… they'd likely be the most pleasant he'd ever had, by far. And when he woke up, whenever that was, it would be to her. Hopefully, in this same position or something similar, where he could continue to draw in her addictive scent and rest himself against her body, like he was doing now.

Such a destiny more than made up for there being no food to eat, for perhaps a very long time.

Well, no variety of food, anyway. If her breasts could also produce milk, she was willing to let him dine upon it, and it was as high of quality as her scent and bosom were? He was set for eternity, at that point, in every way that mattered to him.

Drink the highest quality beverage, sleep the best possible sleep, dream the best possible dreams, wake-up after whatever length of time to her extreme happiness-inducing scent, repeat. An endless loop where, other than destruction and finding and fighting a worthy foe, and leaving aside any other activities partaken of, in-between all that, he indulged in all that he loved doing, at the highest levels he'd ever known, potentially forever…

He took back what he thought earlier. He now sent countless thanks to the Grand Priest for sending him here. He'd done him the greatest service!

"Hehe. I can tell you do~!" Gaea replied to him, giggling yet again at the way he took to her chest.

Beerus didn't notice it, in that moment, as he willingly lost himself in her hold, but she did. She felt something between them become harder, excitedly pressing up against and ascending up from her belly, to just below her billowing breasts that his head snuggled into.

She didn't have a word for that part of him, just yet, and she wasn't sure if the other two beings that came after her and before her partner had one, either. Nevertheless, her mind did supply what it was for, and sufficed to say, she was quite giddy to experience it for herself, soon enough.

For now, though, she was content to remain like this with him, enjoying their embrace and the warm feeling that passed through her being, at having someone for herself.

After a little while, though, her husband stirred within her wide, squished bosom, and she saw an odd look come over him.

"Nrrgh!... Hold on, why can't I drift off to sleep…?"

Gaea blinked in befuddlement at this question. "Hmm? Husband, what is this 'drift off' and 'sleep' you speak of?"

His incredulous stare met her back, not a moment later.

"…Please tell me you're joking?"

AND CUT!

What's this? A new story? And it's another crossover with Beerus in Greek Mythology?

Yeah, so, for those wondering on here, as I was cross-posting The Olympian God of Destruction on another site, the topic of omakes came into my mind, and I discussed it a bit with those there.

As a result of that, one of the ideas I came up with, is what you're reading here. A spinoff of TOGOD, where instead of Beerus being reborn as the twin of Hestia, he comes into being within Greek Myth much earlier.

Initially, this was just going to be an omake within one of my future chapters, however, I ended up vibing with this idea so much, as the motivation struck for me to write it, that I just said screw it, and made it its own fic.(probably won't be the only one, either.)

The first part of this chapter is taken mostly from the original first chapter of TOGOD, if you couldn't tell, but that was simply for the sake of those who might end up reading this one first, and also so the transition to Greek Myth isn't so jarring.

Expect many things to be different in this fic, compared to the original it spun off from. Chapter length will also be much shorter, on average, so there's that too.

As for the chapter itself, for those wondering why exactly Beerus couldn't go to sleep, there, it's because the very concept/God itself of it, in Hypnos, hasn't been born yet, lol, so our boy is gonna have to wait a bit before he can take a nap, at all, no matter how much he may want to. Poor guy.

And yes, in case it isn't obvious enough, the main pairing for this one is Gaea/Beerus, so for those of you who may be let down at the possibility that Gaea may not be a main pairing for Beerus in TOGOD, you'll get your fix here.

As for those of you anticipating the release of TOGOD's next chapter, consider this something to tide you over a bit, as I cook the next chapter of that in the oven, and get it to you as soon as I can manage.

In any case, I hope you got some enjoyment out of this, and I'll see you guys again, in the next chapter of TOGOD and then this, hopefully.