A modest countryside home stood near a quiet town.
Children laughed outside.
A man watered flowers.
Someone argued over dinner.
It was…
Normal.
Exactly what Arceus wanted.
No throne.
No worshippers.
No temples.
Just…
"…Dad!"
A small voice interrupted his thoughts.
Arceus turned just in time to catch a child jumping into his arms.
He laughed.
"Easy now."
Another child tugged on his side.
"Dad! Dialga keeps saying dinner is in exactly twelve minutes!"
"It is."
Dialga answered without looking up.
"I already experienced it."
Palkia sighed.
"You ruin every surprise."
Giratina sat upside down on the roof, one leg dangling over the edge.
"…I'm not coming inside if they're making vegetables."
"…You don't even need food."
"I still don't like vegetables."
Arceus couldn't help but smile.
For eons…
He had been the Creator.
The Alpha Pokémon.
The being who shaped reality itself.
Now?
He was simply…
A father.
And for the first time in existence…
He preferred it that way.
Ding. Dong.
The cheerful atmosphere froze.
Everyone looked toward the front door.
"…Were we expecting someone?" Palkia asked.
Dialga blinked.
"…No. I have checked every possible timeline leading to dinner. No one was scheduled to visit."
Giratina frowned.
"…That's unsettling."
Another knock echoed through the house.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Arceus set down the watering can.
"I'll get it."
The children watched curiously as he walked to the front door.
With a gentle pull—
Click.
The door swung open.
Standing on the porch was a tall blond man dressed in black with a relaxed smile.
Azazel.
Governor General of the Grigori.
Leader of the Fallen Angels.
He had come expecting to greet the mysterious homeowner whose existence had suddenly appeared in every supernatural faction's records.
"Good afternoon," Azazel said casually. "Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for the owner of—"
His words stopped.
His smile faded.
His golden eyes met Arceus's.
For a single instant…
The world disappeared.
There was no house.
No countryside.
No sky.
Only an endless expanse of radiant white.
A presence beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Not an angel.
Not a devil.
Not a dragon.
Not even something comparable to the Biblical God whose death had reshaped the world.
This was something older.
Something that felt like the concept of creation itself.
Every instinct he possessed screamed the same impossible truth.
His knees nearly buckled.
His mouth moved before his mind could stop it.
"…Dad…?"
Silence.
Behind Arceus, Dialga slowly lowered his book.
Palkia stared blankly.
Giratina peeked over the roof's edge.
"…Did…"
"…Did he just call Dad 'Dad'?" Giratina asked.
Arceus tilted his head.
"I'm fairly certain we've never met."
Azazel remained frozen.
"…I…"
He swallowed hard.
"…I have absolutely no idea why I just said that."
Arceus smiled politely.
"Would you like to come in? Dinner's almost ready."
Behind him, Dialga nodded.
"Exactly seven minutes."
"…You really can't help yourself, can you?" Palkia muttered.
As Azazel stood speechless on the porch, only one thought echoed through his mind.
What… in Heaven's name
is standing in front of me?
[Arceus image]
[Creation trio image]
Arceus abilities:
Idk
(He's god he can do anything duh)