Kokabiel POV
It was weird. I was...everywhere? My current form stretched across dimensions. It should be something incomprehensible, yet I understood perfectly.
I had become something entirely different. Something that shouldn't exist. Something that transcended the boundaries of what reality considered possible.
Who am I?
The question echoed through my consciousness, if I could even call it that anymore. The entity that had been Kokabiel, the Archangel of Stars, was now... more. And simultaneously less.
Wait, I remembered something.
Heaven? Yes. I met Yahweh. The memory was there, compressed into the singularity that had become my existence. I was an angel. Used to be one.
My siblings. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and so many others. I remembered some of them. Their faces. Their voices. Though the emotions attached to those memories felt distant now. Like reading about someone else's life in a book.
I... got a chat group? The knowledge was there.
The Dimensional Chat Group. Other beings from other worlds. They'd watched me. Supported me. Tried to reach me as I walked those impossible stairs
They couldn't see me anymore. The connection had severed when I transcended. I couldn't even feel the chat group anymore.
There was a great war. The memory unfolded with perfect clarity. Angels versus Devils. Yahweh dying by Lucifer's hand. Then Lucifer dying by mine. The Satans falling. The Devil army erased from existence.
Then Indra. The King of Gods and his army. The battle that had pushed me beyond my limits.
And then... that.
I had reached toward something I shouldn't have. The spiral. The infinite pathway that had always existed inside me, placed there by Hastur when he gave me this second life.
I tried to avoid it ever since I felt affecting me since the battle against Ddraig and Albion. I felt it was changing me somewhat.
But in that battle, I had touched it in desperation, seeking power to finish the fight.
And it had changed me, Irrevocably.
Power always comes with a price. I understood that now .
The price for transcendence was... everything.
My humanity. My angelic nature. Even my sense of self had been compressed, transformed, made into something that could contain infinities.
But I couldn't change it. Couldn't undo it. I was an eldritch monstrosity now. An Outer God. The Eternal Night. Something that existed on a level beyond mortal and divine comprehension. I had no more purpose, no desire, no goal.
No, I did have a purpose. To engulf the omniverse into an eternal night, to be the end of everything. Yet I didn't feel the desire to do that. I just felt...nothing.
I could sense them. The others like me. Azathoth. Nyarlatohotep. Even Cthulhu. I would have been terrified if it was before. But now, all I felt is a numb disinterest.
Yet...
I had to return.
Back to where it started. Back to the world I'd fought to protect. Back to my siblings who wouldn't understand what I'd become.
And I still had a debt to repay.
Indra. Varuna. Rudra. The three gods who had pushed me to this transformation. Who had forced me to reach for power that should have remained dormant. Who had made me become... this.
They were still alive in my world.
That needed to be corrected.
I concentrated, focusing what remained of my will on a single purpose: compress my existence as the Eternal Night. Return to something smaller.
Something that could walk among lesser beings without unmaking them through mere presence.
It was like trying to compress a galaxy into a marble. Like a toddler attempting to squeeze a star between tiny fingers and somehow succeeding through sheer stubborn determination.
My form, vast beyond measure, existing across dimensions that had no names, began to contract. Collapse down through layers of reality.
I don't know how long it took. Time had no meaning in the space between spaces where the Eternal Night existed.
Seconds could have been eons. Eons could have been heartbeats. The distinction was irrelevant.
But slowly I began to compress it.
The realm around me was beautiful in its alien charm. Colors that shouldn't exist painting landscapes of folded dimensions.
Sounds that were somehow visible, light that could be tasted, concepts given physical form only to dissolve back into pure meaning.
As I condensed, as I forced the infinite into the finite, the beauty became more comprehensible. Less overwhelming.
The impossible geometries simplified into merely improbable ones. The non-Euclidean angles straightened into something three-dimensional space could accommodate.
My enormous form shivered, then started to shrink.
Wings began to form again, not the spiral darkness of the Eternal Night, but proper angelic wings. Limited to three-dimensional space like they were supposed to be.
Yet something was different. I only had Two large black wings that showed the infinite cosmos within them. The world couldn't support 10 more wings like that.
I imagined my old body to come into existence. The form I'd worn as Kokabiel. Something that could still give me a sense of normalcy.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to recover my angelic form.
Then reality promptly expelled me.
The dimension where the Eternal Night existed couldn't accommodate any life. The space between spaces had no room for something as limited as a three-dimensional being.
It was like trying to keep a four-dimensional drawing in a one-dimensional room, it simply didn't fit the environment.
I felt myself being hurled through dimensions. Ejected from my realm like a body rejecting a foreign object. Reality layers peeled away, one after another, as I fell through the spaces between worlds.
Different universes passed by my perception. Entire realities visible for brief moments before I tumbled past them.
One world showed people in strange, colorful costumes fighting against an alien invasion. The invaders poured through a portal in the sky above a city.
Below, a man in red and gold armor flew upward, joined by others. A man with a shield, a giant green creature, an alien with a hammer.
Marvel? The name appeared in my vast knowledge. A universe where heroes gathered to fight impossible threats. Governed by an entity called One above all.
The scene shifted as I continued flying thorugh.
Another world materialized. Darker than the last.
A man dressed as a bat stood before a being that radiated power. The figure was humanoid but clearly alien. Gray skin. Red eyes that glowed with heat vision barely contained. The omega symbol on his chest was unmistakable even at a glance.
Darkseid. And Batman was facing him. A confrontation brewing between god and mortal.
That's... called DC I think. Governed by the Presence.
Then the timeline shifted.
Forward? Backward? Direction had no meaning when falling through dimensional barriers.
It was the same universe, but different location. A void beyond the universe itself, where reality's boundaries became negotiable.
A handsome man with blonde hair stood in that impossible space, facing down something vast and terrible. He was battered and bleeding, still stood confidently.
A cosmic entity. Female in appearance but beyond such simple distinctions. Her form was constructed from fundamental forces, her presence warping space-time around her like gravity wells distorting light.
Perpetua. The name rose from my knowledge. The mother of the DC multiverse.
A being of impossible power, capable of unmaking entire realities with a thought.
And the blonde man stood before her, smiling. Looking like an ant before a galaxy. Yet completely unafraid.
Perpetua sensed me, as she should have. Her eyes widened in surprise, and perhaps fear? She stumbled back a step.
Then, impossibly, the man looked at me.
His eyes met mine across dimensional boundaries, through the barriers between worlds, despite the fact that I was supposed to be invisible to normal beings while falling between realities.
He looked straight at me.
The man....no, the hero, just smirked. Raised one hand in a casual wave. His mouth moved, forming words I shouldn't have been able to hear across the dimensional gap.
Yet I heard them.
"Thanks, random stranger, for buying me some time."
What?
Then he turned back to Perpetua, his grin widening. His hand rose, fingers spreading as power gathered around him.
"[Equip: Foreigner!]"
The words rang out with weight that transcended sound. A transformation, calling upon powers that existed beyond the normal boundaries of his reality.
His form began to change. Yet it remained similar in size. A strange thing appeared in his hand, not a weapon in truth.
I wanted to watch. Wanted to see what would happen when mortal heroism touched cosmic horror. When humanity's determination merged with infinite power.
But I was already moving past. Already falling away from that universe toward my own. The scene disappeared behind me, swallowed by the spaces between dimensions.
Countless other worlds flickered past. Too many to process. Too fast to truly perceive.
A world where giant beings made of light fought in a city. Another where magic and technology blended seamlessly. A
third where the dead walked freely among the living. A fourth where the sky itself was alive and dreaming.
Infinite possibilities. Infinite realities. All of them real. All of them existing simultaneously in the vast multiverse that made up creation.
Then I felt the pull. The familiar resonance of my home reality calling me back.
The DxD world. Where angels and devils fought eternal wars. Where gods walked among mortals. Where I had lived and died, and been reborn.
Where Indra still drew breath.
With a sound like reality breaking apart like glass, I entered the DxD world once more.
The transition was violent. Space cracked. Time stuttered. The fundamental forces that held the universe together strained under the pressure of something that shouldn't exist forcing its way back into existence.
But I was smaller now. Contained within angelic form that reality could accommodate without completely falling apart.
The battlefield materialized around me.
Scorched earth. Craters kilometers wide. The air still thick with residual energy from our previous clash.
And there, barely visible through the settling dust stood three figures.
Indra. Varuna. Rudra.
The gods who remained alive till now. Who had survived my transformation not through strength but through the simple fact that I'd ascended before finishing them off.
Who thought, perhaps, that they'd been spared.
They were wrong.
For them, only a moment had passed. Perhaps two. The time it took to blink, to process what they'd witnessed, to begin forming thoughts about survival and escape.
They watched me walk into the spiral. Watched me disintegrate. Watched reality itself shatter at my transformation.
Now they stood in the absolute darkness that had swallowed the battlefield the moment I'd touched the spiral's power.
Unable to see. Unable to sense anything beyond the oppressive weight pressing down on their divine forms.
I appeared before them without warning.
The darkness faded instantly, like a light switch being flipped.
One moment, absolute black. The next, dim illumination that showed the destroyed battlefield.
And in the center, stood a lone figure. Standing exactly where I'd been before ascending. As if I'd never left. As if nothing had changed.
Except everything had changed.
"What... Just happened?" Varuna started to speak, his water-form body reforming from the defensive state he'd maintained throughout the darkness.
Before he could finish the sentence, I appeared before him.
Teleportation? No. I simply... was there. Had always been there. Would always be there.
Space was insignificant now. Distance was a suggestion I could choose to ignore.
I tried to smile. Tried to recreate the expression I'd worn countless times as an angel. The friendly smirk. The battle-ready grin.
But it felt just...wrong. Mechanical. Like operating a puppet that looked like me but wasn't quite right.
Still, I managed something approximating a smile. And in my most monotone voice, trying and failing to inject the humor I remembered feeling, I spoke:
"Boo."
Varuna's eyes went wide. His mouth opened to scream.
"Aaaaahhhh!"
The scream cut off mid-sound.
His body disintegrated. Not even destroyed in any conventional sense. It simply ceased to exist.
One moment, the god of water stood before me. The next, empty space where he'd been, a few particles of divine essence scattering before even those faded away.
I'd barely touched him. Just placed my palm against his chest. Let the smallest fraction of the Eternal Night's power leak through my angelic form.
It was enough.
Rudra and Indra stared at the empty space where their brother had stood a heartbeat ago.
"What..." Indra's voice was barely a whisper. "What just happened?"
I turned to face them. Tried to Remember how I used to move; confident, like everything was under control.
My body moved how I directed. But it felt like controlling a puppet. Each motion calculated and perfect rather than natural.
Slap!
My palm caught Indra across the face.
I'd been trying to control it. Trying to match the strength I'd once possessed as merely the Archangel of Stars. Trying to hit him with the force that would have sent him flying a little bit.
I failed.
Indra was launched backward with catastrophic force. His body broke the sound barrier instantly. Became a living missile that tore through the air, through space, through the fabric of reality itself.
He crashed into the ground of the Underworld. Kept going. Punched through miles of earth and stone and compressed matter.
Carved a tunnel straight down through the layers of the realm, deeper and deeper, until he finally stopped somewhere in the absolute depths.
I blinked. Stared at my hand.
I used too much force. My new strength was... difficult to calibrate. Like trying to pick up a feather while wearing power armor.
Rudra saw his chance. Or thought he did.
The God of Storms took a step back, his twin blades dissolving. His hands rose in a gesture of surrender. He spread his palms out, fingers spread, the universal sign of I'm not a threat.
"Wait!" His voice cracked with desperation. "We surrender! Please, we..."
Before he could finish pleading, I appeared in front of him.
Just... existing where I needed to be. I was there because I am supposed to be there.
"I don't accept it," I said.
My voice was still Emotionless, despite my attempts to inject the cold dismissiveness I remembered feeling toward enemies. The words came out mechanical. Like reading from a script.
But the meaning was clear.
Rudra's eyes widened. He tried to move and activate his divine authorities. Tried to escape through any means possible.
Too slow.
I casually touched his forehead with a single finger.
Contact lasted less than a micro-second. A gentle tap. The kind you'd use to get someone's attention.
Rudra's body disintegrated.
Not just his physical form. His divine essence. His conceptual existence.
The very idea of Rudra, God of Storms, erased from reality as thoroughly as if he'd never existed at all.
The twin blades that had been his signature weapons fell to the ground. Clattered against stone. Then dissolved into nothing, orphaned artifacts with no master to sustain them.
Two down I guess. It just felt so ... simple.
A rumbling from below announced Indra's return.
The King of Gods erupted from the tunnel he'd carved, fury radiating from his battered form.
His face was deformed from my slap. His jaw was broken, cheekbone shattered, eye socket caved in.
Divine flesh that should have healed instantly remained damaged, his body unable to repair injuries inflicted by something beyond its understanding.
But he stopped mid-flight when he witnessed the empty spaces where his fellow gods had stood.
Completely gone. No bodies left. No divine essence waiting to be recovered. Just... nothingness.
Indra's remaining eye fixed on me. Saw me watching him with a face that wore an expression of complete disinterest.
I wasn't even pretending to care anymore. Wasn't trying to fake emotions I no longer fully possessed. Just observed him with the same detachment one might observe an insect.
"Wait." Indra raised his hands. All fury drained away instantly, replaced by pure survival instinct.
"We surrender. Please. If you kill me, the entire Hindu pantheon will attack Heaven. I know you're strong, but you can't be everywhere at once. Your siblings, your home, they'll suffer for this."
He was right, technically. I couldn't protect Heaven constantly. And the Hindu pantheon was vast. Thousands of gods and demi-gods spread across multiple realms. If they united in vengeance...
Indra saw me silent and continued. "But more importantly, even if you win, even if you slaughter us all, what will it cost you? How many angels will die in the fighting?
Let us end this here. We'll overlook that you slayed gods of our pantheon. We'll call it even. No more war. No more death."
I was silent for a long moment.
Peace.
The word echoed through my consciousness. I'd promised to bring peace. Had fought this entire war to protect Heaven. To prevent more angels from dying needlessly.
Killing this insect would probably ruin that. Would probably trigger exactly the scenario he described.
The Hindu pantheon uniting to assault Heaven, forcing my siblings to fight another war they weren't prepared for. Maybe the other pantheons will join as well, uniting against an enemy too strong.
I didn't care about myself. My existence was beyond threat now. But the angels couldn't go through another war. They'd barely survived the last one. Another conflict would break them completely.
But I couldn't let Indra go without punishment either. Couldn't let him walk away thinking he'd escaped consequence. That would show weakness. Would encourage others to test Heaven's boundaries.
A small smile appeared on my face.
Not because I felt amusement. I couldn't feel that anymore. But because the knowledge appeared from the vast archives I now possessed.
Information pulled from the collective consciousness of the Hindu mythology that was part of my cosmic understanding.
A memory. A story. A humiliation that Indra had suffered once before.
Indra paled as he saw me smile. Even broken and battered, even desperate, some instinct warned him that this expression meant something terrible was coming.
I vanished from his sight.
I Reappeared a moment later, holding something.
His divine chariot.
The vehicle materialized in my hands, pulled from wherever it had been waiting, summoned through divine connection that I'd simply... commandeered. Indra's personal property, his symbol of kingship, now mine by right of conquest.
I spoke, trying to portray amusement. Emotions were mostly gone from me now, burned away in the transformation, but I could remember what amusement felt like.
Yes, that should serve well as a warning to everyone else.
"I remember someone once tied you to your chariot and dragged you around the world," I said. My voice still flat despite my best efforts. Like an AI trying to simulate emotion.
"Let's recreate that memory, shall we?"
Indra's face went pale.
He still remembered that humiliation. How Meghanada, son of Ravana, had defeated him in battle.
How the asura had bound the King of Gods to his own chariot like a common prisoner.
How he'd been dragged through the realms as a trophy of war. How Meghanada had taken the name "Indrajit"; Conqueror of Indra, and made it his title forever. That humiliation still haunted him.
"No." Indra's voice was afraid. Broken. "Please, no. Not again. I'll do anything. Any treasure you wish! Any boon you desire! The combined wealth of Swarga, it's yours! Just don't—"
But I ignored his pleading and snapped my fingers.
Divine chains materialized from nothing.
Wrapped around Indra's limbs. Bound him to his chariot in the exact configuration he'd been tied in millennias ago. His broken body being thrown casually to be dragged away.
The King of Gods, one of the strongest beings in this world, commander of divine armies, slayer of demons, reduced to a prisoner tied to his own chariot.
He tried to break free. Divine power flared. Lightning erupted from his body. His authorities activated, trying to sever the bindings, trying to command the chains to release him. He roared in anger and thrashed, but it was useless.
The chains didn't even tremble.
I'd created them with a fraction of the Eternal Night's power. They existed on a level beyond his ability to affect. He might as well have been trying to break diamond chains with wet tissue paper.
I climbed into the chariot. Took the reins in hands that remembered being human once.
The divine horses, celestial beings in their own right, powerful enough to cross dimensions, immediately submitted to my will. Recognized something in me that demanded absolute obedience.
"Move fast," I commanded.
They moved.
The chariot lurched forward. Behind it, Indra was dragged across the scorched battlefield, his broken body leaving a trail through ash and blood.
As I directed the horses upward, toward the boundary between the Underworld and the mortal realm, I noticed something.
Two presences. Ancient and strong. Watching with barely concealed terror.
Great Red and Ophis.
The Dragon of Dragons and the Ouroboros Dragon. The two most powerful beings in this dimension.
They floated in the Dimensional Gap, observing from their realm between realms, their attention fixed on me with the intensity of prey animals watching a predator.
I tried to smile again. Tried to make it friendly. The expression I'd wear when meeting allies.
My face created something approximating a smile.
But both dragons flinched. I guess I need practice.
I raised one hand in what I hoped was a casual wave. Tried to inject warmth into my voice:
"Don't worry. I won't destroy this world."
The words came out flat. Like someone reading a reassurance from a teleprompter.
I tried again: "It is my home, after all."
Better. Almost sounded genuine that time. Almost sounded like I actually cared rather than simply understanding intellectually that destroying one's home was generally considered inadvisable.
Both dragons relaxed slightly. They still watched me like I might suddenly decide to unmake this world on a whim.
Which was fair, considering I probably could if I wanted to with a thought.
But I didn't want to. I think so?
It was hard to tell with emotions being mostly absent. But the logical part of me recognized that destroying my home reality would be counterproductive to my stated goals.
I looked at Great Red who flinched again. "Would you be a dear and fix the place? It's still needed somewhat. Or maybe I should just erase it? No.... That's not good... I think ?"
Great red, the strongest being in the world, just gulped and nodded. His dreams started to spread around and fixing the place, turning all the destruction into a dream.
I turned the chariot upward. Drove it through the barrier between realms. Emerged into the mortal world with Indra still being dragged behind, his divine ichor leaving a golden trail across the sky.
Humans looked up. Pointed and Screamed. Some fainted. Others fell to their knees in worship or terror.
They could see us. Could see the divine chariot crossing their sky with the King of Gods bound to it like a prisoner. Most didn't probably recognize him other than those who worshipped him. But they could feel his divine aura.
I rode across continents and oceans. Making absolutely certain that anyone with the ability to perceive divine beings would witness this humiliation.
Gods watched from their various pantheons. Norse. Greek. Egyptian. Shinto. Every divine realm that had any presence in this world felt the disturbance and turned to look.
They saw Indra. The mighty King of Gods. Being dragged through the sky like a dog on a leash.
And they saw me. The being dragging him. The angel, or what had been an angel, who had apparently defeated one of the strongest gods in existence and was now parading his broken body across the world.
A message. A warning. A demonstration of power that every pantheon would remember.
This is what happens when you attack Heaven.
I directed the chariot toward Mount Meru. The divine mountain where the Hindu pantheon resided. Indra's divine palace. Where the gods of his realm would be watching in horror as their king was dragged home in chains.
But before I reached the mountain, I felt something.
A familiar presence approaching. Warm, Concerned.
Michael.
My brother's divine signature blazed like a beacon as he flew toward me, crossing the distance between Heaven and Earth in seconds. His six pairs of pure white wings beat powerfully, propelling him forward with desperate speed.
A small smile formed on my face.
This one felt genuine. Or as genuine as I could manage anymore. The expression felt less forced.
He'd sensed my presence. Had felt me return from wherever I'd gone. And rather than celebrating or resting or dealing with the aftermath of war, he'd immediately come to find me.
To check if I was alright.
He was worried about me.
Despite myself being countless times stronger than him now. Despite existing on a level so far beyond his comprehension that I might as well have been comparing stars to grains of sand.
That touched something.
Almost.
Michael arrived moments later. Landed on the chariot beside me, his wings folding as he took in the scene.
Me, holding the reins with a slight smile.
Indra, tied to the back of the chariot, broken and bleeding divine ichor.
"Kokabiel." Michael's voice was careful. Controlled. But I could hear the concern underneath. "What... what happened? Are you alright?"
I looked at him. Tried to make my expression reassuring. Tried to inject warmth into my voice:
"I'm fine, brother. Just... dealing with loose ends."
The words came out almost right. Almost natural. Close enough that Michael might not notice the subtle wrongness in my tone.
"The Satans?" he asked.
"Dead. All of them. Lucifer. Beelzebub. Asmodeus. Leviathan. Underworld is mostly destroyed, but I believe Great Red would fix the terrain. The Devil faction is mostly extinct, except those who stayed back in the farthest corners."
Michael's eyes widened. "And... Indra's army?"
"Also dealt with. I killed all of them. It was rather simple." I glanced back at the bound god. "Except for three. Indra, Varuna, and Rudra stayed to finish the fight."
"Where are Varuna and Rudra?"
"Dead."
The single word hung in the air. Michael paused at what I was saying. Processed the implications behinnd it..
I'd killed two major gods. Defeated Indra. Effectively ended two wars simultaneously. The civil war with the Devils and the invasion from Swarga. Perhaps something even more astonishing than killing Ddraig and Albion.
Everyone knew those 3 gods were in the so called top 10 strongest beings list. Indra supposedly stronger than the two dragons.
"How?" Michael asked quietly. "I could sense your power before, but now..." He trailed off, unable to find words for what he was perceiving.
"You feel different. Feels like you're not entirely here anymore. I don't feel the usual warmth from you."
Perceptive. Michael had always been perceptive.
"I managed to unlock my full potential," I said. The lie came easily. Or not a lie exactly, just an incomplete truth. "The battle pushed me past my limits. I... ascended. Became something more."
"More than an archangel?"
"More than angel," I corrected. "I'm not sure what I am anymore. But I'm still me. Still your brother. Still fighting for Heaven. Still... consider you all as family."
Michael's expression was conflicted. Relief that I was alive. Concern for what I'd become. Uncertainty about how to proceed. He didn't want to push me.
Then he looked at Indra again. At the humiliated god being dragged behind us like a trophy.
"Kokabiel," Michael said carefully. "I need you to spare him."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why? He attacked us unprovoked."
"Please. I know he deserves death. I know he led an army against us, killed our siblings, tried to destroy everything we've built.
But if you kill him, especially like this after humiliating him in front of the world, it will cause relationships between pantheons to fracture completely. They will unite against us."
"So?"
"So Heaven can't afford another war right now. We've lost too many. Our forces are decimated. Our leadership is gone. Father is dead, the Seraphs are managing but overwhelmed. If the Hindu pantheon retaliates..."
He was right. Logically, I knew he was right. Killing Indra would feel satisfying, or would have felt satisfying if I could still feel satisfaction properly, but it would be strategically foolish.
I sighed.
The sound came out naturally. A proper sigh of resignation and acceptance. Small victory in learning to fake emotions again.
"Fine," I said. "I'll spare him."
Relief flooded Michael's face. "Thank you. I know it's not what you wanted."
"But I'm keeping the chariot as spoils," I interrupted. "And he needs to understand the consequences of attacking Heaven."
I pulled the divine vehicle to a stop. Snapped my fingers. The chains binding Indra dissolved.
The King of Gods slumped forward, catching himself on hands and knees. His broken body shaking. His remaining eye looking up at me with mixture of hatred, fear, and grudging respect.
I grabbed him by his golden armor. Lifted him with one hand, barely any effort required. Met his eye with my own.
"Listen carefully now," I said. My voice cold and empty. But carrying absolute certainty.
"I'm sparing you because my brother asked. Because Heaven needs peace. Because strategic wisdom suggests that your death would cause more problems than it solves."
Indra said nothing. Just stared blankly.
"But understand this:" I continued making my voice reaching across the world, "If any of you want a war, come seek me. I, Kokabiel, shall be happy to oblige.
But if Heaven is attacked again, if even a single angel perishes under your wrath while I exist, I shall erase your entire pantheon. "
I let the words sink in. Let them feel the truth of them. The absolute certainty that I could and would follow through.
"Not just kill," I clarified to Indra again. " Remove from existence. Make it so the Hindu pantheon never existed at all. Rewrite reality itself to exclude you. Do you understand?"
Indra nodded slowly. His broken jaw worked. "I... understand."
"Good."
I threw him away.
Not gently. Just launched him toward Mount Meru with enough force that he became a golden streak across the sky.
He impacted the divine mountain and Cracked it. Left a crater in the side that would probably remain for millennia. A permanent scar reminding the Hindu pantheon of what had happened here.
But he'd live. Would heal. Would remember.
That was what mattered.
And me? I needed to go back and meet my siblings, not knowing how they will react to my new changes.
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