A void, if you could even call it that.
That's all one could see if they entered this space, for whatever reason.
This was an ungodly place where not even the most demented of created would lay.
An endless darkness that would drive, even the insane, mad.
It was silent.
No heat.
No cold.
No air.
Just perpetual darkness.
If one didn't go mad from the fact that you couldn't hear yourself even breathing....
Then your own thoughts would get you.
That's the scene normal people would see anyway.
But unknown to most, this is where a God made his home.
Not just any God, but an Old God at that.
It was the perfect place to create things without the need to worry about others.
For you see, this place wasn't a void.
Nor was it abandoned.
The creatures that dwell here simply know better than to act out, or be faced with reprimanding from their creator.
Their skin was as black as the void itself, yet one could make out their silhouette if they let you of course.
Other than that, their glowing eyes of various colors were a dead giveaway.
These creatures spanded into the thousands, no, maybe even the millions!
With each creature's strength being on pair with the lower realm of Gods themselves!
Even a child born here can destroy a whole planet if they wanted to!
....
A place that no other God would dare to invade.
This is the place where our hero, Puck, was pulled into....
This....is where we start our chapter....
Or is it?
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Great Hall of Olympus: 30 Minutes After Puck's Disappearance~
"....and that's the jist of it, milord....So....what do you suppose we do?" A young blonde haired man, wearing winged boots spoke while kneeling in front of a large man on a throne.
He wore white shorts and a white hoodie to match.
On his hip was a pouch like satchel with, what looked like a herald's wand, going through a loop on the side of it.
And, although his eyes were closed, they were a light hazel brown, almost gold in color and they usually shine with mischief.
"Well what do you suppose we do, Hermes?" The man spoke evenly in return.
The man on the throne was incredibly large and built like a bear on steroids.
He had to be at least 7' in height and had a head full of wavy grey hair that fell below his shoulders, along with a well trimmed grey beard framing his face.
His eyes were glowing a ominous blue with lightning sparking from them every now and again, although he looked fairly calm.
He simply wore a loose fitting toga with a pair of sandals that strapped all the way to his knees.
He was currently sitting at the head of an absolutely enormous round table that seated the head of each religion's pantheon with a few empty seats here and there.
This was the meeting room of the Gods, otherwise known as the Great Hall of Olympus/Valhalla (depending on who you ask).
Lead by Zeus himself along with his brothers, all of which who were there for once.
And even then....
All the seated Gods looked fairly nervous.
Why?
Well the reason was simple.
One of the awakener's they had recently taken an interest in....
Disappeared into an unknown rift for a few days.
Only to return after freeing....
Him.
A toxic black mist suddenly engulfed the entire hall, sucking the light out of the entire room.
But none of the gathered Gods moved or made a sound except for Hermes who gasped in surprise and shit to his feet, only to stumble backwards and meet Zeus's hand as he kept the young god from falling.
Zeus simply gave the black mist a harsh glare as it began to swirl and converge in one place.
A broken and destroyed look throne at the opposite end of the table, matching Zeus's own.
A hint of crimson could be seen in the mist as a high pitched and distorted laugh filled the air, causing the Gods to wince in pain at the insanity that laced the very sound that was emitted.
"I'll tell you what you do...." A strangely familiar voice began as the most finally began to disperse, revealing the intruder's form.
Reclining back in the throne with his arms behind his head was, what could only be described as, a child.
It looked like a child version of Puck....
If he was born in a nightmare.
A permanent crazed grin split the creature's face in two, reaching all the way to it's eyes, revealing several hundred jagged fangs.
It's eyes looked exactly like Puck's in his crazed state, only the insanity that oozed from them was so thick, that it made it hard for the lesser Gods living on mount Olympus to breath.
It's skin was a unhealthy pale white color and it wore what could only be described as a blood stained and tattered pink bunny onesie, as if to mock the gathered Gods.
"....You'll. Do. Absolutely. NOTHING!" That lady word was spoken with so much raw, unrestrained, killing intent that it made several of the gathered Gods sick, complete with a nightmarish glance straight into Zeus's eyes.
This was none other than the Old God of Insanity and Absurdity's true form, Dark.
Zeus didn't flinch however, and instead return the look with an even more fierce glare.
"What do you want....monster?" He asked sternly.
"Monster....MONSTER?! THAT'S IT?! THAT'S ALL YOU CAN CALL ME AFTER SEALING ME AWAY IN AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION FOR 75,000 YEARS?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FUCKING FRIENDS!....CALL ME A PSYCHOPATH AT LEAST!" Dark exclaimed with a loud boisterous hyena like laugh before wiping a bloody tear from his eye. "Yeah, but no, seriously. I just came here to say hi! Oh, and to tell you to stay the fuck away from my apostle. That's it. See ya!" He exclaimed before disappearing just the way he came, causing the Gods to simply let out relieved sigh.
"Fuck....I could never get used to that thing." Hades said offhandedly while wiping some sweat from his brow. "Why do we even keep his throne up here?"
Zeus's eye twitched in annoyance at all of this. "Because when we tried to take it down....it nearly took half of Mount Olympus with it.... Let's just stop the meeting and go get something to eat, okay? I think it's better to just forget about that awakener. It'll do more harm than good trying to mess with him knowing that that thing will be watching him 24/7." He said with a small annoyed sigh before standing, soon followed by the rest of the Gods.
"Should we at least balance the system to make it harder for to level up? There must be balance." Siddhartha Gautama, otherwise known as Buddha, spoke up. "Especially knowing that Dark will be dragging him to his dimension to personally train him to stop our plans from progressing. Time doesn't flow there, so the rebalance we just made will be for nothing!"
"That's exactly it, nothing. Absolutely....nothing." That's all Zeus said before turning around.
This cause all the Gods to begin to mumble and look at each other in confusion.
Zeus simply smirked before beginning to walk away.
....
"You gotta give it to him though, guy sure knows how to make an entrance." Sun Wukong says offhandedly with a grin, completely ruining the moment.
This caused the other Gods to give him a fierce glare before they all simultaneously decide to take their pent up aggression out on him.
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Back in Dark's personal He- I mean Dimension~
A hellish explosion suddenly rocked the once silent black plains of Dark's realm, sending a panicking Puck ragdolling backwards.
He flipped and bounced against the ground a few times before finally managing to regain his bearings, using his claws to slowly bring himself skidding to a halt.
Puck looked the worst he's ever had in a while.
Beaten and battered with cuts and bruises all over his body, a bit of blood escaped his lips as he spat it out to the side before wiping it away.
Even with the Dragon God's Scales unsealed he couldn't put up a decent fight against his unknown assailant.
But he didn't have any time to ponder on this for very long, for before Puck could even catch his breath, a black fist promptly found its way buried in his gut, causing another glob of blood to escape his mouth and lifting him off the ground before sending him rocketing backwards once more.
If he hadn't completely merged with the Dragon King's Scales....
Puck's ribs would have been pulverized and his organs liquefied from the force alone.
His assailant couldn't help but giggle childishly as he watched Puck's body ragdoll a good few miles before finally rolling to a stop.
"Ya know, you'd think I was going all out on you or something! C'mon! I didn't even hit you that hard! Stop being such a baby!" A vaguely family, twisted, voice exclaimed with a demonic hyena like chuckle.
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End Chapter 30~
Next Chapter! Chapter 31 - Hellish Training for Dummies