Gregory and Angel were deep in their enjoyment of the Bowl of Offerings, that sacred relic that held all the things gifted to the Gods by those Mortals that followed them, that they failed to sense anything around them. Instead, their senses were focused on their fun, as Angel swallowed another world down, enjoying the way it tickled as his throat as it descended down, and then plopped into his belly.

He could feel the people on it, their horror and pain as they were crushed by the muscles of his neck, his fingers following its path, and then the sudden pop of so many lives as the pressure around them changed when their world entered his stomach. The air there, putrid and acidic, burned away a few lucky enough to die quickly, their bodies dissolving into screaming fog, even as those around them held on, suffering.

He chuckled a little, as the world splashed into a stellar sea of stomach acids, the crush burning away, as those who had once thought themselves powerful were boiled away to nothing within him, his fingers dancing on his belly, as it gurgled and churned a bit, before he opened his mouth, and let out a belch that had the demigod just smiling, as he turned to Gregory, the goat beside him.

The Patamon’s blue eyes lit with amusement, as Gregory was busy with a single offering, a tiny life at his feet. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe a man, a woman, but whatever it was, it spoke in that tiny voice, praying to gods it didn’t believe in, as it held its arms up, trying to hold up Gregory’s hoof, which the goat allowed just for a few moments, before realizing he had eyes on him, and giving Angel a wink.

With that, he put more pressure into his step, more force down onto the body, and the two were laughing to themselves as the voice turned into a pathetic cry, while the crack of bones, the legs or the spine it was hard to tell, saw the tiny being collapsing beneath his hoof, the cry becoming a gurgle of blood filled fear, as the hoof slammed down hard atop it, the being vanishing beneath with a crunching noise.

Gregory’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he let out a hiccuping laugh, enjoying the warmth on his foot, while grinding it against the floor, feeling his fur stand on end as the spirit of the Mortal he’d crushed flowed into him, rather than the afterlife it was supposed to go too, the mist of it worming its way up his body, and then flowing into his nostrils as he breathed it in like a drug.

The two were so caught up in these experiences, the sort of thing Demigods like themselves only got at the sufferance of their Elders, that they had failed to feel the entrance of one such Elder to the Temple. Oh, he too was a Demigod of their Pantheon, but he was not so wasteful as his younger brothers, and did his duty well, earning himself a place at the table of the Elders.

As he entered the main chamber, his hammer sparking with lightning, and his heavy footsteps echoing over the soft, smooth walls, Arc Zudomon was aghast for a moment, looking at his brothers playing with toys, when they had been instructed to keep the Temple clear and safe, for their return from one of the Great Battles that rocked the Heavens from time to time, one he’d just gotten away from after securing a victory.

To come home to the sight of the two like this, the Demigod’s eyes sparked with angry arcs of thunder, but then he took a deep breath, his orange fur settling down against his neck, as he considered what one of his Elders would do in this situation. The Head of the Pantheon might well strick them down to Mortal for a Lifetime for this affront to the Pantheon, and thinking that, the Zudomon smiled, and stepped forward.

As he grew closer, the two who had been enjoying themselves, their bodies glistening with golden sweat, suddenly started, as they became aware of the heavy presence of the third Demigod. Gregory instantly felt a chill up his spine, and rolled away from the seat on which the pair had placed the Bowl, ready to kowtow to the Elder who had caught them like this, while Angel rolled off the seat, landing in a heap on the floor, just in time for Zudomon to place his foot on the younger Demigod’s head.

The two were dumbstruck, as Zudomon towered over them, his tusks glistening in the light of the Temple, as he looked from one, to the other, and they both winced as he hefted his hammer up, and for just a moment, they thought they’d be struck down by its might, a blow that, while they’d survive, might well force them to Disincarnate for a time, and that would really sting.

Instead, as they braced for it, he leaned forward, pressing Patamon’s face roughly into the floor, as he dipped his claws into the Bowl, and with a flourish, withdrew something from the depths of it, holding it above it, letting a drop of gold flow over it, so that Gregory could watch as it took shape fully, becoming another world, like the ones they’d been playing with for the last eon or so.

The Zudomon, having claimed his prize, stepped back, allowing Angel back to his feet, the Patamon soon joining his goat brother in a kneeling position before the great Zudomon, who hrumphed at them, like an old man. He then smirked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, as he held his hammer vertically, the shaft becoming long enough to touch the ground, before he pounded the end against the floor.

It rang like a struck bell, and the two Demigods fell to their faces, begging forgiveness that, honestly, they knew they didn’t deserve, even as the sound seemed to close in around them, the ringing causing them to rattle and shake, before finally falling over, their shoulders hurting, which shocked them, even as the ringing noise became something else entirely, and they opened their eyes to the world around them.

About the two was a city. It was a modern sort of thing, with buildings that rose into the heavens, as if to claim them, and the people around them, humans they recognized, would have pointed at the pair as oddities, had not every eye in the street around them been raised skyward, and the two following their horrified gazes, until their jaws went slack, and they realized how they’d been hurt.

The heavens above the city showed Zudomon looking down at them, right at them, despite how small they were too him, and they in turn stared up at him, barely able to gauge the distance, as they were incarnated on the world he held, Mortal at this moment, and forced to endure, as the Zudomon who ruled the skies began to lift the orb upwards, his mouth yawning open, as if he intended to devour it.

Both of the Demigods panicked at the sight, knowing this would not be fun, and they quickly started to look around for safety, only to realize, as Mortals, safety was not to be had. Worse, the yawning mouth of the Zudomon was not growing closer, as so many of the screaming crowds around them feared, but instead, it was growing more distant, as the clawed fingers brought the world down towards his waist.

The Zudomon, unseen by those in the city he’d banished the two Demigods too, undid the bindings on his belt, and set his hammer aside, as he pulled his armored clothing down, and revealed that his codpiece held quite the massive organ behind it, the length of his manhood almost as long as Angel’s forearm, and thick enough to be mistaken for such at a glance, as it pulsed at his waist.

Smiling, his mouth open in anticipation, the Zudomon gently placed the world on the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it tingled, but also enjoying the fear from the two he’d made this moment to punish, as they realized what he intended, and tried to hide deep underground to flee from it. As if a Mortal world could protect them from his wrath, as he gently placed his claws on the sides of his manhood, and slowly rubbed them down.

The feeling of it, the electric pulse into his brain, got him almost roaring, as his manhood shook, shuddered, and then with a noise like a vacuum, it opened the tip wide, and the world was sucked inside, the small round ball nothing but bulge to the Zudomon, who opened one eye to watch as it descended his shaft, his every motion drawing it deeper and deeper into his length.

On the world, in the city, surrounded by the people, Angel and Gregory ran with the tide, rushing into the entrance to a subway, and then going deeper, pushing their way past the crowds, and using what strength their bodies had to pound their way into a locked door, one that led down a dark corridor, which would frighten off the Mortals, but the two Demigods feared only what was above, not below, and so rushed inside.

Above them, the city was witness to the end of the world. The darkness they were in turning bright, as great cracks ripped open in the crust of their world, the orange glow of molten rock reflecting on slick flesh that made up the sky, giving them a horrible view of it all, as they were drawn deeper and deeper inside, the hole which was their entrance growing more distant, until finally it vanished.

Then a smell, one that made them gag, filled the air, as something...slimy started to pour up the walls, like tides crashing against the heavens, ones that carried white whales upwards, whales that thrashed with long tails on thick heads. It didn’t take them long to realize what they were looking at, but it took long enough that as one of the ‘whales’ crashed down onto the city, they had only just started to name them.

Beneath the streets, the two Demigods felt the impact of it, as the roof above caved in, and Angel swore with the name of one of the Elders, as he tried to push back against it, but his body was nothing before the weight of the Zudomon’s seed, and soon, he and Gregory were crushed beneath a single thrashing sperm, as the Zudomon far above them laughed at their predicament.

When he finally released himself, the Zudomon did so into the cup of life, allowing his seed to flow into it, that it might be used to bring living essence to another world, the cracked and broken bits of his toy emerging with the white tide, even as the beings of the two Demigods emerged as well, their spirits grabbed by the Zudomon before they could vanish. He was done with them, but he knew the Elders would have their own punishments for the pair, and he wouldn’t have them hiding from them, when they returned.