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I look up above my city and watch the three flying fortresses hovering there. They are made of mana-crystal. It took us a lot of resources to build them.

Currently I am standing on a balcony of my palace to get my head free. There are still so many preparations to make.

Fortunately countless people gave their assistance for free in this project. All of them combined their knowledge and power.

They did it for a single reason. Seria's last wish.

It's not wrong to call it her last wish. After I had the chance to watch my daughter for a long time, I am sure. The old Seria is gone and the new one is more like a very similar twin.

She has some traits of her personality and some of her memories. But the old personality is... dead. The old Seria had something like a certain aura. You could feel that a veryyyy old being was before you.

The new Seria is just my daughter.

We decided that one fortress should always stay at this world to protect it. With the other two, we will set out and change the order of the multiverse.

The challenge has been already made. All that's left to do is to leave the void and tell everyone about our existence. I decided to mass produce my sensory crystals, which enable a god to travel through the void.

Every inhabitant of this world is allowed to get one. They will be given to nobody else. I hired an army of very proficient people to see to it.

They will be similar to a passport I guess.

Of course the secret will come out sometime and other gods who are not natives will get access to our world. But I prefer it if it will be later than sooner.

With more time our society will be stronger and less likely shaken by people from outside the void. I am sure that other gods will come here with time.

We still have more than enough space. It's a big planet and our population accounts only to about eight hundred million people.

I don't want to know how long Seria's plan was running in order to gather this many souls. And how many are still drifting as dead souls around?

My army is also ready. We decided to give the Council a show of force with fifty thousand of our strongest fighters.

As soon as we are ready, we will march directly towards their city and give them a choice. Tjenemit gave me really good intelligence about their fighting force.

There are about sixty thousand occupants in their city. Ten thousand of them should be completely useless. They are suffering from something like senility.

It looks like your mind really can die somehow if you just get old enough. It's a natural process according to Tjenemit. A soul ages and collects memories until it gathers enough strength to ascend.

Then it continues to grow and collects memories until something like a breakdown occurs. The mind dies. The soul will lose all memories and you will be reborn as a normal mortal again, should you choose to so.

But why should someone who is bored to death refuse this possibility. To him it will be a chance to start anew.

I am not sure if it is really a breakdown, or if they are just too bored to care about the world any more. If you just live long enough, you should become bored of everything at some point for sure.....

For some reason El Shaddai fears that. He forbade the death of a god and made a law out of it. Tjenemit couldn't tell me why.

Seria obviously wished not only for more freedom. She wished for everyone to be allowed to start anew, if they wish for it.

I am fairly sure that we can defeat the Council. If we subtract those ten thousand people, the Council has just fifty thousand followers, which form their hard core.

At least thirty thousand of them aren't fighters, so their army has just twenty thousand people. The rest are supporters and guys, who help to govern the multiverse.

Others keep the city in order. Their standing army is quite big compared to their civil supporters if you think about it.

That's almost fifty percent of their working population, but according to Tjenemit the rest hasn't much power. They should be seen as civilians, who will most likely run at the first sign of fighting.

So if the Council hasn't gathered mercenaries from the younger gods, they should have a far weaker force than us.

If they have mercenaries. We will have to turn them around over time. I am sure we can do that. It's just a question of information and propaganda.

If everyone has the whole picture, they surely won't be unified any more. For one reason or the other.

On top of that we have the weapons from my palace. They should give us another edge in the coming fight.

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Tjenemit hasn't any knowledge of such weapons. It fits with the information that the Council stole the crystal city from some other gods.

They never really understood the technology and just started to use it. If that's true Amaru's Sphere of Sight may also be just a stolen artefact. Though Tjenemit told us that Amaru really created it himself.

The former occupants of the City weren't it's creators either. At least that's Tjenemit's assumption because they hadn't much more knowledge of the city than the Council.

But why didn't Amaru invent much more marvellous stuff if he could create something like the Sphere?

It could be that he somehow came across a few seeds to create crystal-artefacts. Then he managed to manipulate them into growing according to his wishes. Maybe he never understood how to create a seed?

That would be a possible explanation. But the answer can only be given by Amaru. To Tjenemit's knowledge, they have some really big crystal-guns from Amaru too.

The longer I interrogated Tjenemit, the more it looked like the Council just consists of a collection of barbarians, who took over the ruins of a higher civilisation.

So my assumption is that there was a high civilisation of gods in the long forgotten past. They created the crystal city at the middle of all things as an eternal monument.

Then something happened and the civilisation broke down. An eternity of civil war between the gods followed until nobody remembered why everyone was fighting. The crystal city changed hands many times until the Council won in the end.

Something which happened a few times in the history of mortals to my knowledge. Why shouldn't it be the same for us gods? Without finding hard proof, it will stay a speculation.

Maybe the crystal city will hold some answers.

I turn around and walk inside the palace. Screams of pain greet me as I reach our private quarters. Seria is getting her horns and tail.

Oh, my daughter will look really cute with those! I enter the room, where Seria is hanging from the ceiling. She is bondage-bound like Aengus and Celes is standing in front of them with her arms crossed.

“You two gave Tanja, Sandra, Margerie and Sven a really hard time! Can you imagine how we look now as parents?”

Celes is furious.

“I will never do it again!” -Aengus

“Yoooou PROmised you wilLLL hit me unconscious MOM!”

“Back then and now are two different situations! You won't get out of this.” Celes whips Seria with her tail on the ass!

“KYAAA! III RREEGREET! NOO MOReeee whIPPINggg!!”

“Mom that's cruel!” Aengus tries to intervene, but a series of whipping attacks shuts him up. Celes surely doesn't think much of a pedagogic approach.

Hmm, I should help them. They don't really deserve that much punishmmmm............ but I really like that movement of Celes' hips when she uses her tail!

*Whip* *Whip*

“!!AAARGGGH!!”   “!!KYAAAA!!”

Oooh, and that ass! Maybe I am starting to see the positive side of this marriage!? Didn't I tell myself a long time ago to act according to my urges? Maybe this is a situation like this?

Another series of whipping attacks rains down on Seria and Aengus. Oh, wow. Until now I only received them! I could never watch her from behind while she was doing it!

*Whip* *Whip*

“!!KYAAAA!!”   “!!AAARGGGH!!”

Yeah. That's really erotic if you think about it. And those screams! Like our first night!

Sneaking up from behind, I hug Celes and give her a kiss onto the neck. “Aren't you overdoing it a little honey?” I whisper to her while I grin at Seria and Aengus.

“Don't distract me now! I have serious work to do!” Celes glares at the kids and tries to get out of my arms.

“But your husband is in need of his wife.” I throw her over my shoulder and wink at Seria and Aengus. Both of them have a disturbed look on their faces, but at the same time they look relieved.

“What are you doing Angrod!? I am serious here!” -Celes

I turn around while I grab her ass and carry her out of the room. “I thought I would act upon a sudden urge of mine.” I hum while I walk to our bedroom.

Celes freezes up. “What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever? That's not like you!”

Reaching the door, I open it and close it behind us. “Hmm. I don't really know. I just had the urge. So no voice for you wife!” It's nice to be on the other end for once!

*Click*

Door locked! “Hehehehe.”

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