Planet Azure
When the malefic roar of Dipledius's outburst ceased to further proliferate, a cow eating grass from a countryside farm leered cunningly upwards toward the sky with eyes imbued with what seems to be, a golden hexagram, and it spoke, unexpectedly.
"Heeeeeh~, interesting..."And then it continued grazing the green grass, unbothered by this multi-universal commotion.
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Back to Dipledius's side
When the golden eyes in the Firmament's sky receded its gaze, everyone knew that the enemy has already been defeated. Because it is common knowledge, that when the 'Left hand' brandishes his might, no one, I repeat, no one survives. Even Theastius's predecessor, the former 'Right hand', didn't even last a second when he tried to dip his toe into Dipledius's business.
"GAHHHH! FATHERRR!! What happened to you? Why did you turn into such a-"
"Darling, How come yo-"
Both goddesses were taken aback by this precipitous transformation. Long white hair, golden 'infinity' pupils, transcendent masculine beauty, chiseled sinews, and... devilish markings of a serpent circled around, biting its own tail. But one thing caught their unsolicited attention the most; they looked at it as it was flailing, getting carried away like a leaf by the heavy gust of the battle's aftermath, it was a schlong, a long schlong.
"Ha-hi ladies~, looks like I caused a lot of trouble, huh?" Dipledius, or whoever he is now, enveloped the palace with his gaze and brushed the dust off from his shoulders.
He walked unabashedly towards the two goddesses with his member still swaying around like a pendulum in its perpetual occupation, as if he was an untamed beast in the wild. And when he arrived in front of them, his hand rose to Anatolia's chin, and he held it up seductively.
Anatolia swatted his hand away from them with her full might, and she groaned, "Who are you? You're definitely not the husband I used to have."
Dipledius playfully harrumphed and he snapped his fingers, covering his naked body with a crimson imperial robe that perfectly clings to his godly physique.
"I? It is still me my love..." He grabbed the confused goddess's hand and stole a smooch. "Can you not feel it?"
He then caressed his daughter---Iliana's cheeks, and hugged both of them lovingly, as if he had not seen them after millions of years. And somehow, to some degree, this rings true...
"Father, is it really you?" Iliana, still confused, attempts to comprehend what just happened.
"Indeed, my daughter. Just a little bit more real... That's why I still had not forgotten about your little act of malfeasance..." He kissed her forehead, quite a contrast to the reprimanding words he just spewed.
His smooth deflection of their attempts to know what caused the tumult a while ago, communicated an implicit understanding that Dipledius is adamant in his secrecy, and perhaps he would let them know in the future; including why a God of his caliber is now capable of such an expressive show of emotion, a first, one must say.
No one actually knows what Dipledius looks like except a select few like Anatolia and Iliana. Even if he has multiple families that guards over his Divine Empires in his universes, Anatolia is the only woman he had copulated with physically. His other sons and daughters were products of his spirit, his seeds bestowed upon... a chosen virgin.
But his elusiveness isn't because he is a shapeshifter, like the Great God. But what he is... was worse --- a social recluse. He has isolated himself from the Firmament ever since his last Great Crusade billions of years ago; a heavenly battle that was incited as a conquest to absorb The Hundred-Universes Tree, or more ineptly known as---the Elven lands.
But it didn't turn out as expected, the Elven Gods received backing, at the last moment, from the closest of the Firmament's rivals---the dimension of the 'Lightless Noir'.
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3.6 billion years ago...
"Retreat back to our dimension, I'll deal with this on my own" Dipledius passed his order to the sixteen-winged Celestial, Xerxes, this army's highest superior, and his direct subordinate.
"Your will shall be done, master..."The Celestial bowed and unsheathed his sword to create a crack in spacetime to send the troops back.
Tactically surprised, and atrociously outnumbered, Dipledius decided that the 'Dominion' Army, one of the Firmament's strongest weapons of war, cannot be lost here. The opportunity cost is just too high to fight an already losing battle.
And since the Paragons of Sins, the masters of the Lightless Noir, have already infested this dimension, the miasma has surely made it tainted with unholy matter, making it no longer worthy of the firmament's attention. So, Dipledius just decided to destroy everything altogether, que sera sera.
*BOOM*
He released his aura that he had been withholding the whole time, the dimension roared, and creaked, then crevasses in spacetime perforated the scene, unable to contain his divinity. But it takes far more than that to decimate a dimension, especially one like the Hundred-Universes Tree, which stands at the higher levels of the hierarchy.
His eyes glinted, an enormous halo manifested on the back of his head, and the power of the infinity took over.
"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the progenitor of the God Clan Solame, and I shall exact unto you, eternal damna-"
But before he can finish his chant, a menacing presence made itself known. The dimension's convulsion faded away, and the fissures began to heal in a perceivable rate, foreshadowing the descent of a being comparable, if not more powerful than him.
However, Dipledius responded not with weakness, he did not wane. He continued his chant, trying to bring this dimension into its destined finality.
He stretched out his hand, but when he is about to make out a crushing motion, a palm smashed against his and interrupted the full manifestation of his divine edict, which was what Dipledius was trying to impose.
And being an experienced warrior as he is, he did not flinch, nor did he not act stunned by this demonstration. Instead, he astutely grabbed and locked the entity's hand, then he pulled him to his punching range, which by then a fist emboldened by azure veins was already waiting in ambush.
*BAMMMM!*
The pressure created from the punch created an eerie trail of portals from different dimensions because of the sheer power, but the expected did not happen; the ambush did not connect, at all.
The reason soon revealed itself.
It cut off its own arm to survive the blow, a ruthless act indeed.
Then the figure soon stood in front of him, and was exposed in bare view; the residual light from his halo finally unveiled what kind of being has caused Dipledius to miss this much.
Horns combed backwards; skin seared with heat so intense, it has become blinding; eyes filled with molten lava; and sinews as hard as obsidian. A barefoot devil walked to bridge the distance to Dipledius, burning even space itself with every step. Only one being matches the above traits, and he is none other than one of the Paragons of Sin---Wrath!
The amputated arm was restored in the blink of an eye. And when Wrath was about to make a sudden move, Dipledius tried to shield himself, but for the second time, it was a move so treasonous that it didn't even come near to his realm of expectations.
THUD!
'Huh?'
Dipledius partially lowered his guard and glimpsed to see what hell of an unpredictability was to happen... again.
His eyes popped, discombobulated. He didn't know how to respond this; he didn't know how to respond to a... kneeling devil.
And then, with its wicked tongue, the devil mumbled...
"Welcome back, milord... You're as strong as ever. Although a tad weaker than what you used to be."