The temple echoed with the sighs of the two gods, their bodies laid out on the expansive couches that normally would be occupied by one of the Elders, but right now, the whole of the pantheon was busy, except for the two of them. Neither was very fond of that, but they didn't really get a vote, when the Elders told them to keep watch of the universe from here.

Gregory, the goat like being, waved his hands in the air, using just a bit of his divine power to slowly create a few stars from nothing in front of them, before blowing each one out, like a candle, enjoying the way the balls of flame flickered, before puffing out and dying, before he laid back into the couch again, sighing wistfully at nothing in particular.

Angel, the Patamon, was the same. Oh, he rolled a few dice, to amuse himself, the infinite sides of them giving him all sorts of interesting numbers, but none of them were as amusing as they would be if he were playing a game with the other gods, and Gergory had already told him no to a private game between the two of them, not after Angel had used loaded Infinity Dice.

So the two sat there, playing with their powers, before Angel suddenly glanced over at the offering bowl. It was a big, golden thing, designed to be lifted by one of the older gods, and contained the various offerings the pantheon got from the universes they presided over, the peoples giving them things from single lives, to whole worlds, and Angel suddenly grinned.

Tapping Gregory on the shoulder, Angel motioned towards the bowl, and then, while the goat was looking, he stuck his hand into it, the limb vanishing into a blinding light, as he shuffled through the various offerings and such, selecting between several of them, before finally pulling his hand back out, and observing his prize like a child at a game.

In his fingers, clutched painfully so given the way it dangled by its leg, was a man. Or perhaps woman. Angel wasn't sure. It was one of those hairless ape things that seemed to be on so many worlds lately, like an infestation. The skin of the creature was bare...and it had a flat chest so man. Still, it was marked all over its body with symbols painted on it, sacrificed to them by some believers on one of their world.

The thing struggled, and moved, his eyes darting wildly around, as he stared at the two gods, and their temple. Of course, to his eyes, everything would look hazy, and indistinct, his vision of the divine clouded by mortality and such. He could still hear, however, and as Angel chuckled at him, the man shivered, and tried to pull his leg out from between his fingers.

Angel let him slowly part the digits, the tiny man working his way free, even as Angel positioned his head just below where he held his hand, his mouth opening wide, his tongue lolling out, dripping with saliva in anticipation of the coming snack, as the man slowly got his leg free, and then, with another cry, dropped down, and right into the jaws of the god below.

The tongue of the Patamon was firm, but dimpled a little as the mouse sized, to Angel, human landed on the thing, the shape of his body visible in the flesh below the long member for a moment, before he slurped the tongue back into his mouth, and then quickly tossed the human about, enjoying the feeling of his flailing limbs inside his maw.

He slammed him into his teeth, feeling the impact of the bones against them, and loving that crackling noise, even as the human howled in pain, making the God's spine give a shiver of pleasure as he very briefly opened his jaws to the light of the world, giving the human one last moment of freedom, before the tongue flipped him over onto Angel's teeth.

The impact caused him to cry out, but the sight of those upper teeth coming towards him made him more afraid, and somehow, he found the strength to raise his arms, trying to catch them, to stop them, but his strength was nothing compared to Angel's, and his protection shattered, the bones quickly breaking under the pressure, becoming nothing but shredded meat.

The jaws of the Patamon began to move with a crunching noise, and he giggled a bit as he felt a small trickle of warm blood come from inside his mouth, his lips allowing just a thin trail of it out of them, before he raised his thumb to them and wiped it away, sucking it off the digit, and then motioning for Gregory to take a turn at the bowl, as he swallowed the human's remains down into his belly.

The goat seemed reluctant at first, his hand hesitating. This bowl wasn't really something they were supposed to use. Oh, it was there to be used, but it wasn't theirs. Still, they'd been left alone, and after a few halting steps, he was at the bowl, and then drove his whole arm into it, feeling around at the bottom of the thing's glowing depths, wanting something special.

And he soon found it. Amid the grains, the wriggling living things, and all the rest, he found something spherical and hard, and pulled it back into the temple. When he did, between his fingers was an orb, no larger than a piece of candy, but with so many more to it than any mortal confection could have hoped for, as he grinned at the thing.

A world, an entire planet, one with people, so many of them, staring up into the sky now, their stars and sun replaced with a cloudy infinity, and their tiny, pitiful voices crying out in fear, as in that hazy distance, they saw the goat's face, as Gregory grinned at them, a sparkle of darkness in his eyes as he opened his jaws wide, as if he was going to eat the world in one chomp.

Then he dropped it. Not into his mouth, as one might expect, but instead, towards the ground, watching the surface, enjoying the sight of so many lives, so many souls staring at him, frightened and praying to him. This was what divinity should feel like, and he gave a laugh, as the orb slammed against the floor, landing with a clack and clatter.

The world rolled about, the surface not being crushed, heck the clouds seemed solid, as they protected the people on the world from the impact. They could still see, however, as their world was now at the foot of the goat, as the sky rolled before their eyes, and then, the goat's terrible gaze was replaced by a horrific sight that caused the fear to rise to a torrent of terror.

Gregory moved his hooved foot, the hard end holding itself above the world for a moment, before he lowered it down, feeling the world bend a bit beneath it as he settled it atop the orb. It was thrilling, to have so many of them staring up at him this way, to have all those eyes locked onto his body in a way he didn't get at any other time.

And then he pressed down. To him, the motion was simple, the pressure light, but to those on the world, it was the end, as the orb they were on bent, and began to break. Cracks forming in the crust, long canyons yawning open with their glowing hot innards cooking the world around them, even as the sky above seemed to crash down, grinding those beneath into nothing.

Gregory found himself unable to hold back, and so he quickly crushed the orb beneath his weight, the echoing crunch of it beneath his hoof making him lick his drooling lips, even as he turned to find Angel already plucking another world from the bowl, and popping into his mouth like a grape, Gregory smiling at the Patamon as he ground his foot into the floor, spreading the world's remains into a pile of debris, and going back to the bowl for more.