Heaven has three floors:

The lowest floor, the Celestial Plain – Where the Olympians and dead humans reside.

Asgard – Where the angels reside as well as where lesser gods hold their meetings.

And the Throne room – Where God resides.

Currently, there is a meeting being held in Asgard. One that will decide the fate of the world.

“Hmm… We seem to be missing someone.”

Quickly replying to that, was a hot-tempered little kid. His fang flashed as he complained:

“Gah! What does it matter. T.S.B.J never comes to these meetings. Actually, I’m surprised you showed up, Hades.”

Replying to that was a clump of bubbly darkness.

“I came because Lord Lucifer himself was holding the meeting.”

“Gah! Can we just get rid of that extra chair? It always bugs me. We all know Atlas can’t come to the meetings anyways.”

Rebutting his complaint was a teenage boy, wearing a distinctive white durag, a white tank top, and baggy jeans plopped up and crossed on the table.

“Relax, yo. It’s to show respect for his status. Ain’t that right Buddha, my man?”

To his left, was a robed man who kept his palm in a praying motion. He hesitated to say:

“…I-I suppose?”

“Man, you’re no fun at all, yo. You and Amaterasu really don’t like talking, huh?”

“It’s not that I don’t like talking. It’s that you talk too much.”

The only word that could perfectly capture this woman’s beauty would be “lovely”. She was the kind of woman you’d see online but never in real life. Almost making you question if they even existed, or maybe they were just fabricated by companies so you’d by their products.

If we’re talking personality, then these seven couldn’t be any different. But if we’re talking appearance, well there was one trait they all shared.

Radiant, golden hair. And not just a strand or two. Full heads of it.

“Gah! So, what did you call us over for?”

“Ah yes. You all are so lively I almost forgot we were in a meeting… I summoned you all here to announce my ultimate victory.”

“Do you mean…?”

“Yes. The Monkey King is gone, and now the AntiGod can no longer reincarnate. Everything has gone exactly as I’ve planned.”

*Zip!

“Sire!”

“!”

Their focus shifted to the voice that suddenly joined them.

“What is it?”

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“It’s Troy. They’ve blown the trumpet. W-What should we do?”

“I created that Trumpet so that they could request backup whenever they were in danger… So obviously, you and the other ten Olympians need to give them that backup.”

“Gah! I actually just gave them one of my hearts. So, they should be back up to twelve again.”

A cold sweat drizzled down the red helmeted man’s cheek as he tip-toe’d:

“U-Umm… About that…”

“Spit it out. What is it?”

“N-Not only is Prince Deiphobus dead, but the one who blew the trumpet… was Frankenstein.”

“…”

A loud silence broke out as the gods inhaled the words that left his lips. They could feel the sensation of a razor slowly slicing down their backs.

One man felt that feeling doubled.

(Dammit. This is the worst possible time… What’s her end goal…)

“!”

It was then that he realized.

“HERMES, GET OUT OF HERE!!!”

Without wasting so much as a second to question him, Hermes touched the right side of his helmet, charging the golden bolt to maximum energy. And with it, he ran laps around the world before time itself could even blink.

Well… that’s what was supposed to have happened.

His helmet caught smoke, and steam rose up from the right side, indicating he used his Infinite.

Yet he never moved a single step.

“!”

And that’s when they all realized it.

They were trapped within a separate space from the one they were just in.

“HAhahah! Man, she got us good, yo!”

“Gah! When I get out of here, I swear I’m gonna destroy that place.”

“Hades, can you use your power?!”

“I’ve already tried, my Lord. But even I cannot control this dimension.”

“And you, Buddha?”

“…No?”

“Then this must be a space created by Yggdrasil.”

(Dammit she got me… Even I have no power over the Librarian… But how was she able to accomplish this…? The Akashic Records! She must’ve created a link with the Akashic records somehow… Well then. If that’s the case. I haven’t lost this battle of wits just yet. It’ll take a while… But I can analyze it.)

“My lord. Right before we we’re trapped, I managed to inform the five Catastrophes.”

“You idiot! Do you remember who blew the trumpet?”

“Frankenstein the King of Clubs, right? I already informed them that he is a traitor.”

“No. It was the Queen of clubs, Victor. Her and Frankenstein have the same scent, that’s why Hermes made that mistake. And do you know why they have the same scent…? Frankenstein is the puppet she controls… Which means. You’re playing right into her hands!”

“…”

The blob of darkness spiked violently indicating something was bothering him.

“…I’m so sorry, my lord…”

“What is it, now?”

“It’s Frankenstein. He’s destroyed the core of hell and disappeared before the other Catastrophes could catch him.”

By now he was overheating with rage. His hair floated as he tried his best to remain calm.

“And what of the Asuras?”

“T-They’re still fighting that man.”

“All of them are?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

In distress, he made a *kshh sound with his teeth and attempted to calm himself.

After a while, his hair gently hovered back down, and he calmly asked:

“Zues… Can you still communicate with the Olympians?”

“Gah! Even though we’re in a separate space, they’re all connected to me through my blood. But only Poseidon has enough blood for me to reach him from here.”

“Okay then. Have him send Achillies and Icarus, so that they can aid the Catastrophes. Their orders are to hunt down these people:

Victor Kamui as well as Frankenstein Kamui.

Nana Kamui.

Gilgamesh Kamui.

Arthur Kamui.

And Odysseus Kamui.

As of now… This is war.”

***

“Haha. HahAHA! HAHAHAA!! SERVES YOU RIGHT YOU DAMN FALSE GOD!!”

A woman gone mad with laughter as she celebrated her triumph.

Oddly, she tightly held onto a red string with her index finger and thumb. It dangled from the skies and became harder to see the higher up you looked.

“What did you do?”

She took a moment to calm down before answering:

“I sealed them... Those retched false gods and that annoying little boot licker…"

"...?"

"With that being said…” She went as she turned to face Gilgamesh. “…You’re coming with me... We have some old friends we need to destroy.”