This extra chapter was suppose to come out on monday but then the heatwave happened and yea IT FUCKING HOT IN MY ROOM AND I GOT NO GODDAMN AC IN IT!!!
GOOD NEWS: Just brought an AC for my room, can't wait for it to get here, so hot
So I got a question in Marvel Rivals, do y'all get toxic teammates a lot, or is it just me
The first chapter of the Doctor Who fanfic should be out on Friday, with another post for this to
I just had a fun idea for a story: A main character and their sister reincarnate into the DC Universe as Elder Gods. While exploring this new world, they come across a girl who was enslaved by the Gordanians. Moved by her spirit, they chose her to become their divine avatar. They upgrade her, giving her enhancements similar to a Halo Spartan, but infused with divine powers instead of just tech.
With her newfound strength and purpose, she sparks a revolution, overthrowing her captors. In the process, she builds a church in honor of the two goddesses, spreading their worship across the stars. Her faith inspires others to join their cause, and soon, the sisters oversee the rise of a powerful, advanced Spartan-like empire, part divine, part technological, reshaping the cosmos in their image."
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"What, you lost, womp womp." Celestia retorted
People started to pull out their cellphones from their pockets, trying to capture the unfolding as the dragon seized Celestia's jacket and trying and failing to lift her off the ground.
'What the, I am putting more than enough strength to pick up a truck.'
which He put that to the back of his mind, probably thinking she was some high-ranking halfing, but that thought went out the window fast.
Celestia slowly reached to grasp Crom's wrists and, with nothing but raw, divine strength, her fingers dug into his wrists like iron clamps and forced his arms wide, a feat not even other dragons had achieved, even with him fooling around. The smugness in his face turned to confusion… then pain.
Crkk-kkkkt.
His bones groaned.
"Impossible—" he choked out.
But she wasn't done.
Maintaining eye contact, Spectre slid her right foot back only a few centimeters and gently tapped the toe of her boot on the ground.
A spark ignited at the tip.
Dragon Slayer Magic.
A flicker of pure, concentrated pain, imbued into a single arc of silver-blue light. Focused. Tactical. Humiliating.
Then she leaned forward slightly, whispering just loud enough for him to hear:
"Target: Tactical designation the no-no square."
THWACK!
Her boot rocketed forward with supernatural speed. The contact was surgical, … devastating.
Crom's eyes bulged. His soul flinched. The mighty Evil Dragon emitted a strangled gasp, not a roar, not a snarl, a choked wheeze of regret.
The world held its breath as Crom, dragon of ruin, fell to his knees
When he was falling, Celestia remembered he was part of the Khaos brigade and pulled from her spatial inventory in speed so fast no human nearby would see it and place a spy bug that uses tech so the dragon or the others wouldn't notice it.
'Unless he's going near Azazel or Ajuka, there's no doubt in my mind they have anti-spy magic technology that will detect the bug, or if somehow, there's an advanced dragon nation around,' Celestia thought to herself
The mighty Crom Cruach, still on his knees from the dragon-slaying kick of divine justice, winced as he tried to recover what little dignity he had left. His body was slowly regenerating, but his pride had taken far more damage than his flesh.
He looked up… and immediately regretted it.
Celestia stood over him, calm as still water, her glowing eyes like twin eclipses. The air was thick with pressure, not rage, not malice. Something far more dangerous.
She waved her hand gracefully, casting a spell that wrapped the humans in a cocoon of silence. As they drifted into a vivid, lucid dream, they remained blissfully unaware of her presence, allowing her to continue her work undisturbed.
She knelt beside him, her movements slow, deliberate, terrifying in their serenity. One gloved hand reached up and gently tilted his chin with two fingers, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"You do realize," she began, her voice smooth as silk, "I could do so much worse than kick you in your evolutionary disappointment."
Crom growled low, but it came out strained. His instincts were screaming. Her presence… was wrong in a divine, absolute way. She wasn't bluffing.
She was promising.
"I once punished a fallen angel by sealing him in a Sacred Gear," she said softly. "It was a cute little thing. Looked like a gold-plated hairbrush. Everyone who touched it…" she trailed off, smiling faintly, "got a sliver of his soul stabbed into theirs. They screamed his name for centuries."
Crom's breath hitched, realizing who she was.
"You're bluffing," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.
Celestia leaned in closer. Her lips near his ear, her tone dropped to a whisper, dangerous in its elegance.
"No, Crom. I'm just… old. And very, very tired of pretending to be nice and giving others a second chance, even to my fallen children, people need to know that action comes with consequences."
She stood again, summoning a glyph in the air with a lazy flick of her finger. The magical construct shimmered a half Sacred Gear, half soul-weaving curse. The shape was humiliating. Comically so.
It looked like a bedazzled dragon collar.
"I could make this your new home. Embed it into a weak human girl. Every time she gets scared, you scream. Every time someone mocks her, your soul burns. Think about it. An evil dragon reduced to an emotional support creature. On. a . leash."
Crom's eyes widened. He didn't respond. Couldn't.
And yet, something shifted in her.
Celestia slowly dismissed the glyph. The threat vanished, but the intent lingered.
She looked down at Crom, not with victory… but silence.
Deep, creeping silence within her.
She waited. For anger. For satisfaction. For joy, or shame, or vindication.
Nothing came.
Nothing.
Her divine senses scanned her own soul. It was as if something had… unplugged. Not broken. Not shattered. Just gone quiet.
[Divine shard of Yahweh is strengthening, which causes new power or knowledge coming to your mind, warning might cause problems that arise with personality when two combine.]
She turned away from Crom without another word. No final threat. No godly speech. Just the sound of her heel tapping stone as she walked back to her bike
["Divine Shard Reintegration detected," the system voice said suddenly. "Processing… origin: Proto-Celestial. Warning: merging will impact consciousness. Personality variance is likely."
As Celestia's divine shard fused deeper into her soul, time and memory folded in on themselves.
Reality blurred.
She wasn't standing in Kyoto anymore. She was standing on ashes.
Blackened skies wept fire. The heavens were split open like a battlefield torn by divine artillery. Colossal holy fortresses drifted like warships between dimensions, held aloft by celestial power and sheer divine will.
It was the First Rebellion. The Great War
He had once been called "The God of the Bible," the Almighty, the One Above All. But Celestia remembered him not as the gentle being preached of in hymns, but as a divine general, cloaked in blazing white, eyes like burning galaxies.
Then she looked down at the battlefield and felt her heart stop. It wasn't just the demon trying to kill, it was the angels nothing like how she had seen them
They had once been serene, radiant beings of song and light.
But when the Old God declared war, they changed.
Celestia saw them clearly now, armored warriors clad in holy warplate, wielding blessed halberds, energyswords, and relic pulse-lances that fired blasts of divine judgment. Their wings even had armor and flame, reinforced with purity seals and inscribed with ancient vows. They moved like storms wrapped in scripture.
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Sorry for how short this chapter is, BUT IT'S SO HOT AND MY PC IS IN THE HOTTEST ROOM LIKE WHY