The rift's tear rent the air like a scream, black lightning forking across the violet sky-dome, frost-rimed edges crackling with malevolent glee.
Loki dropped through first-emerald robes billowing, green eyes alight with manic delight, his spear of jagged ice manifesting in a swirl of Nordic runes.
Behind him, Fenrir erupted: a behemoth of midnight fur and crimson eyes, chains of myth rattling like thunder, jaws unhinging to reveal fangs longer than swords, dripping ichor that sizzled against the marble floor.
The wolf's howl shook the isle to its foundations-pillars groaning, waterfalls reversing mid-plunge, holographic treaty flickering like a dying flame.
Pandemonium detonated.
Indra's lightning clashed with Loki's ice in a storm of azure and emerald, the Vedic god's thunderbolts exploding against a barrier of frozen deceit.
Zeus hurled Olympian bolts that veered mid-air, twisted by Loki's illusions into harmless fireworks.
Amaterasu's solar flare bloomed-a miniature sun scorching the air-but Fenrir lunged through it unscathed, fur singed but eyes blazing, jaws snapping at Anubis's scarab shield.
The jackal-headed judge staggered, scales tipping wildly. Devils scrambled: Sirzechs's crimson waves met Fenrir's pounce, Serafall's magical girl beams lancing like pink lasers, Ajuka's barriers warping space, Falbium's golems rising sluggishly from the stone.
Elysara stood unmoved at the dais, emerald eyes narrowing, her nebulae gown rippling as if stirred by cosmic winds. Lucifer and Lilith flanked her, hellfire and void tendrils lashing out-Luke's chains coiling for Loki, Lila's shadows swallowing ice spears.
The Four Great Satans surged forward: Sirzechs's Power of Destruction eroding Fenrir's flank, Serafall's spells chaining the wolf's legs, Ajuka's tech drones firing nullification beams, Falbium's summons forming a wall of stone titans.
Issei's girlfriends formed a phalanx at his side-Rias's destructive orbs whirling, Akeno's lightning crackling, Koneko's senjutsu fists glowing, Irina and Xenovia's holy blades drawn, Raynare's spears materializing, Kalawarner's winds howling, Mittelt's barriers shimmering, Sona's water serpents coiling. Kiba's sword birth unleashed a storm of steel, Saji absorbing stray blasts with his Absorption Line.
But chaos reigned. Fenrir's claw swipe shattered a row of seats, sending Greek delegates tumbling. Loki's laughter echoed as illusions multiplied him into a dozen cackling shadows, each hurling ice lances that pierced Asgardian shields.
The isle bucked, fissures spiderwebbing the marble, waterfalls boiling into steam.
"Enough!" Issei's voice cut through like Dragon Slayer's edge-draconic roar amplified by Phoenix Force, echoing off the dome.
He surged forward, True Excalibur unfolding in a blaze of holy light, girlfriends parting like a crimson wave. "Everyone-stand down! I'll handle the mutt. Elysara-Loki's yours."
The hall froze mid-fray. Eyes turned-shocked, skeptical. Odin barked a laugh from his throne, Gungnir flashing. "The boy's got stones! Let's see if they hold!"
Elysara inclined her head, a serene smile curving her lips. "As you wish, my love." Her voice was calm silk, but power thrummed beneath-1% of her boundless well, a whisper that could unmake stars.
She stepped forward, gown trailing nebulae that dimmed the false sun. Loki's illusions shattered like glass under her gaze; the real trickster snarled, spear thrusting in a blizzard of shards.
She raised one hand. The air folded. Loki's ice storm inverted-shards reversing mid-flight, coiling back toward him like obedient serpents. He twisted, shadows blooming to swallow them, but Elysara's navel pulsed once-a single spark of her vortex, and reality bent.
Shadows collapsed inward, compressing Loki's form to a pinpoint of writhing darkness. He roared, spear lancing out in a beam of absolute zero.
Elysara exhaled. The beam stopped, hanging frozen inches from her chest, then unraveled thread by thread-cold unraveling to warmth, ice to vapor, power to nothingness.
"Mischief has its place," she murmured, voice echoing across infinities. "But disruption ends now."
Loki lunged, form multiplying again-dozens of him, each more feral, claws of frost raking the air.
Elysara's ethereal hand extended-not touching, but willing. Space warped around him: his shadows folded like origami, bodies compressing, screams harmonizing into a single, muffled wail.
With a flick, she drew him forward-Loki's true form yanked through the air, spear clattering useless, green eyes wide with uncomprehending fury.
"You... false goddess... I am chaos eternal!"
Her lips parted-not in kiss, but command. "Chaos serves creation." Her mouth opened wider than physics allowed-a vortex mirroring her navel, swirling with emerald infinities.
Loki thrashed, but ethereal chains of her will bound him, drawing him inexorably toward the maw. He screamed-ice and shadow exploding in futile bursts-but 1% was infinity's fraction: enough to unmake him without effort.
He crossed the threshold. Her throat undulated-not swallowing, but absorbing-Loki's form compressing, essence funneling downward in a glowing stream.
Her stomach swelled subtly, the gown stretching over a momentary bulge as his power integrated-chaos tamed, mischief woven into her womb's forge.
She closed her mouth with a soft sigh, the rift sealing behind her like a healed wound. Loki was gone-not dead, but contained, a thread in her omniversal tapestry, destined to birth new balance from his discord.
The hall fell silent, delegates gaping. Odin whistled low. "By the Norns... that's how you handle a family spat."
Elysara smoothed her gown, the swell fading, emerald eyes serene. "The trickster sleeps. Let the signing resume."
But the respite shattered.
Another rift tore open-this one crimson, reeking of heroic hubris. Cao Cao dropped through, True Longinus gleaming, flanked by his lackeys: Georg weaving mist, Heracles bellowing, Jeanne with holy sword raised, Siegfried-bandages gone, eyes burning vengeance-and a half-dozen lesser heroes, gears humming.
"Peace?" Cao Cao sneered, spear leveled at the dais. "Your chains deserve shattering!" He thrust-god-killing light lancing toward Elysara.
The Four Great Satans moved as one.
Sirzechs intercepted first-Power of Destruction blooming like a crimson flower, erasing the beam mid-flight.
"Heroism ends where terror begins." His hand extended; Cao Cao's spear arm crumbled to ash, the man howling as demonic power unraveled his flesh.
Serafall giggled, but her eyes were steel. "Magical girl justice time!" Pink beams lanced from her fingertips, piercing Georg's mist-his body convulsing as spells rewrote his veins to candy floss and lightning, bursting him in a shower of sparks.
Ajuka's glasses flashed. Drones swarmed Heracles, null beams dissecting him atom by atom-golem flesh sloughing off in calculated layers until only a screaming skeleton remained, then dust.
Falbium yawned, waving lazily. Stone titans rose from the floor, crushing Jeanne and Siegfried in tandem-holy sword shattering, dragon-slayer blades bending like tin.
The lesser heroes fared worse: Falbium's summons pulverized them into paste, Ajuka's tech erasing their gears mid-activation.
Cao Cao staggered, arm gone, spear dropping. "You... but we're heroes..."
Sirzechs's voice was ice. "Heroes don't kidnap children." A final crimson wave engulfed him-erasing him from existence, True Longinus clattering inert to the stone.
The rift sealed. Silence reigned anew.
The Satans returned to their seats, expressions unchanged-Sirzechs composed, Serafall humming, Ajuka noting data, Falbium dozing.
Elysara nodded. "The path is clear."
Now Issei.
Fenrir recovered from her earlier swipe, chains rattling, eyes locking on him-apocalypse incarnate, jaws unhinging to reveal an abyss of fangs.
The wolf charged, ground quaking, claws rending marble to gravel.
Issei grinned, Excalibur shifting to claymore-Mimic's versatility shining.
"My turn, pup." Phoenix Force ignited, cosmic flames wreathing the blade in solar corona. He met the charge head-on, claymore swinging in a blazing arc-flames clashing with ichor, the impact birthing a shockwave that bowled lesser delegates aside.
Fenrir snapped-jaws closing on empty air as Issei warped space, Reality Warp folding distance. He reappeared atop the wolf's back, Dragon Slayer unfolding in his off-hand.
The blade bit deep into fur, anti-draconic edge searing-Fenrir howled, bucking wildly, chains lashing like whips.
Issei laughed, fun in the fray-leaping clear, telekinesis yanking a chain to whip the wolf's flank. "Come on, big bad-show me that Ragnarok bite!"
Fenrir spun, breath freezing the air to shards; Issei countered with flames, melting the ice mid-blast, then diving low to slash tendons with Dragon Slayer. Blood sprayed-black and steaming-but the wolf healed, myth-flesh knitting.
They danced: Fenrir's pounces shattering pillars, Issei's dodges a blur of Rapidly, strikes landing with playful precision-gashes that burned but didn't kill, chains tangled in ethereal telekinetic pulls.
The wolf's howls shook the isle; Issei's roars answered, draconic glee echoing. Girlfriends watched, tense but trusting-Rias's orbs ready, Akeno's lightning coiled.
Finally, sated, Issei drew a Master Ball-secret still, but necessary. Fenrir lunged one last time; he sidestepped, hurling the sphere. It struck the wolf's brow-red beam engulfing the beast in a flash. Wobble. Wobble. Ping.
Captured.
The hall exhaled. Issei pocketed the ball, grinning. "Good dog."
Azazel cleared his throat. "Right. Signing?"
Quills danced. The treaty sealed in light.
Alliance born in blood and capture.
The worlds held-for now.