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Uranus' Point of View
"Tch…" Uranus scoffed in his mind. Even before the great flood, he had always been scared—scared of the power of Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma. Their strength wasn't something he could just ignore. And it wasn't only them… other pantheons too. He knew some were stronger than his own.
But in his pantheon there are Prmodiyals. And Their pantheon alone was enough to rival the Trimurti combined. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva—together, their divinity was terrifying. Yet, unlike those three who stood as one, the Prmodiyal had no unity. Nyx kept to herself, and his other siblings refused to interfere. The only one who stayed by his side was Gea.
That thought kept eating at him. With only Gea, he had tried to sire children. After all, she was the Earth, and he was the Sky. Together, their children should have been born with divine balance—higher than most gods. Destruction, Time, Preservation… such ultimate divinities were what he desired.
But reality was cruel. What he got instead were Cyclopes and Hecatoncheires—monstrous children. Out of rage and disgust, he cast them into Tartarus, the prison created by his brother, Thanatos.
Even now, after the flood and after the meeting of gods, the same fear returned. If war broke out, he knew he would perish. His pantheon had no unity, no loyalty. His brothers and sisters would watch him burn, maybe even laugh as he fell. Only Gea could be trusted. The rest carried only pride and arrogance.
So Uranus made a decision. He would try one more time. With Gea as his wife, he sired children again.
Ten years later… the results bloomed. The Titans were born.
This time, he finally saw what he wanted—children with divinity strong enough to rival the other gods. Sun divinity, Strength, Water, Time, Death… all under his command. This was what he needed—an army, a family, power that could stand against the Trimurti and the other pantheons.
And now, with Wisdom added to their blessings, Uranus felt something he hadn't felt in ages—hope.
If Chaos, the creator itself, wished for their end, then maybe… just maybe, he could survive. With the Titans as his shield and sword, under his command, as their King.
Now, while all this was happening, we move into another Dimension.
The Dimension between the Heavens and the Cardinal World of DxD.
There, two dragons were fighting each other. They were not that big—just kids. One of them, a red dragon, was spinning and flipping in the air, showing off.
"Hey, little kid, look at me! You can't do this, right?!" the red dragon laughed as he spun around and did some crazy stunts.
"Shut up, red baka!" said another dragon, shaped like a snake but with wings on her back.
"Oi, don't call me that! I'm your big brother! Call me Nii-chan!" the red dragon pouted, puffing up his cheeks.
Then another voice came. It was childish, but it carried a strange sense of maturity.
"Both of you, Mama and Papa are calling. Hurry up."
The twins froze.
"Yes, yes…" both muttered.
That red dragon was none other than Ophis Morningstar, also known as the Great Red. People gave him many names, but the one he loved the most was Rael Morningstar, a name gifted to him by his grandmother.
Beside him was his big sister, Millim Morningstar. Their father was none other than Samael Morningstar, and the one calling them now… was for lunch.
The thought of lunch wasn't scary, but the thought of being late was. Both dragons shuddered as they imagined their mother—Lucia Morningstar—waiting with her punishments.
As they flew back home, Office glanced at his twin. They were born at the same time, but his brother chose to be male. They didn't really have gender, but he picked the form of a boy. His red hair came from both parents—Mother's pink hair mixed with Father's dark shade. His sister, however, had pitch-black hair, a reflection of her "infinity" concept.
"Baka Red," his sister whispered. "How about we go cause a little mischief in the DxD world? Especially… the Greek pantheon."
Office smirked. "Heh, good idea. Especially that old man Uranus. He thinks he can go against Grandpa… tch, what a joke."
Just then, another voice thundered.
"Both of you, come fast!"
It wasn't their big sister's voice this time. No, it was their mother's her self. The twins froze again, shuddering. If that side of Mother was serious, even Father wouldn't dare go against her.
Without wasting time, both rushed towards their home on top of the mountain, deep within the Cardinal World of Tensura.
Because if Lucia Morningstar was enraged… nothing in existence could save them.
Now, we shift to Hell.
On the dark throne sat Rizevim Livan Lucifer, calm but seething with hidden anger.
His mother, Lilith with his sister Charlie, had gone to meet his grandfather. His sister, Charlie and mother , had already given him full control over Hell. As His father was gone—reincarnated .
Rizevim smirked. "That's good. That means all the power here is mine now."
Most of his enemies were already dead. Those who dared rebel—like Bael family—were crushed by him personally. And the rest? They perished when his grandfather, God, descended into Hell. Even beings like Zekaram,Sirzechs, Serafall, Ajuka, and Falbium couldn't survive in God's presence.
"Tch. At least iGod did me one favor… wiping them out," Rizevim scoffed.
But now, there was no doubt. He wasn't just Lucifer anymore. He had become Iblis, feared by all.
"Now then…" he leaned back, an evil smirk crawling across his face. "Who should I play with next?"
He thought for a moment, then his lips curled.
"Vishnu. The so-called God of Balance in the Hindu pantheon."
He scoffed.
"No matter how strong that being becomes, he'll always be an insect compared to my grandfather. Even if he climbs from universal to multiversal and multi unversal, or beyond… he'll still be crawling under our feetafter all his power is enought to destroy Quater of Omniversal layer."
But then, an idea struck him.
"Hmm… interesting."
His eyes glowed as he opened a mind link to one of his most dangerous subordinates.
"Dajjal…" Rizevim's voice echoed. "I have a task for you."
"Yes, my lord, "Dajjal, spoke softly through mental link.
As He is in the New city of Babylon right now, trying to push people away from the path God gave them. After Noah's flood, the people started rebuilding the city. It's been 20 years since Noah's death, and his children are still alive. Dajjal can't influence them yet, but he watches carefully, waiting for your command. Once Noah's children die—maybe in 100 or 300 years—then their faith will fade. When Noah and his children become nothing but myth, that's when Dajjal can truly control the people again. For now, he waitshis Master's orders."
Rizevim's eyes narrowed inhis throne Room. "Good. Now I want you to slowly, carefully manipulate Vishnu from the Hindu pantheon. I know your current power is at multi-galaxy level and going higher, while he has fallen to solar-system level. The flood stripped away his divinity. From the information I gained through my ultimate skill, he's only surviving because of the Sudarshan Chakra. That is his last anchor.
I want you to corrupt him. Twist him. Turn him into our weapon. But don't rush—Vishnu is not easy prey. He was born directly from energy of Trihexia(Ivarage remenat in hell name ). That same energy that appeared in Hell… and killed by my father."
The Rizevim's fist shook as he clenched it tight, eyes filled with pain.he thought "No matter how much I try to hide it, I loved my father. He was my hero."
Dajjal bowed his head, voice steady. "As you command, my lord."
He then closed the mental link with his master. Slowly, his gaze turned east—towards the hidden dimension near Mount Kailash in Southeast Asia. There, a secret realm sealed away the weakened Vishnu, who rested while trying to recover his lost divinity.
Dajjal's lips curved into a whisper. "For my lord… it shall be done."
On the seventh layer of Heaven,
God, whose body was made of human-shaped light from , sat on his throne and looked down at the world of DxD.
"Looks like Jupiter's life is going well," said the Creator, Roger.
"Indeed, honey," answered a soft voice from within his soul. It was his wife, Elizabeth.
Roger sighed. "The future ahead is going to be tough for him."
"Yes, honey, it will be," Elizabeth replied calmly. "But we can't interfere. He has to learn these things on his own. We already taught him. Now, it's time for him to apply it."
"You're right," Roger nodded, feeling her calmness inside him.
After a moment, Elizabeth spoke again. "Honey, when will you send your next prophet? It's been 200 years since the flood. Time moves differently here than on Earth."
Roger leaned back on his throne, his glowing eyes narrowing. "In another 200 years, I will send my prophet. He will go to the people of Shem, the son of Abraham. By then, they will have returned to the ways they followed before the flood. My prophet will guide them back."
The divine couple fell silent, and the scene shifted.
Far away, in the 13th Omniversal layer, inside dimension number 000126, world number 5… a massive war was raging. Two armies clashed: one made of inhuman creatures, some dragon-like, others insect-like, their bodies filled with cells of darkness. Against them stood beings of pure light.
Even though their Absolute Being had given them life, they fought endlessly, each side desperate to dominate the other, to decide who would rule… and who would fall.