Killing Monsters, Hunting Things. The Family Business.

"Papa....wan...meet Panda..." Star mumbled, half asleep as I tucked him into bed.

We had just seen Kung Fu Panda and Star was just smitten with Po, maybe because I got him a Panda onesie. But then again he also loved dinosaurs and I only even gave him a dino cyborg action figure one time so maybe not.

"Of course." I kissed his forehead, "Some other day, okay?"

"Umu..." Star tried to protest but he was too sleepy.

No sooner had his head hit the pillow did he fall asleep.

Sleeping Star looked so cute!

I patted his head, and he smiled cutely, turning over to hug me hand.

Melted my heart, honestly.

But work needed to be done.

I had a last minute resource run queued up and it needed to be done today.

Why?

Because the time was just right and my probes in the psychosphere had detected multiple divine signatures blinking out in a galaxy far, far away.

And that can only mean one thing.

Gorr, The God Butcher was on a rampage, wiping out a pantheon.

It was free real estate and Gorr wasn't an easy man to find.

A win win scenario.

I got off the bed, switched off the light, and close the door behind me, disappearing into a portal.

An explosion shook the temple complex as I emerged into the prayer hall, hiding behind a pillar, waiting, watching.

From there it was quite simple. A waiting game. An impromptu experiment to see how the necroswords work, how divinity functions, the science behind it. An opportunity that only comes around every so often. Once in a blue moon. Gotta cherish that precious data while I can get it. And so, I hid and watched, cloaked by the forcefield, my sensors aimed at the giant bug god sitting on his altar, clutching a golden axe, and what I can only assume is sweating.

.

Shuzan-Itur braced himself, as the footsteps came closer, his mandibles clicking nervously, his arboreal glands leaking a pungent pus. On any other day his worshippers would have rushed to his sides, bowls raised to the pores, gratefully collecting the pus. It held divine healing properties after all. It was worth its weight in crystal chips. And it was supernaturally heavy.

Not today though.

No. Not since he came here.

Shuzan-Itur had heard of him on the grapevine. Gods in the sector had been talking about him for a while now, the name spoke in hushed whispers, dripping with fear and repulsion.

Gorr, The God Butcher. Scourge Of All Beings Divine. Wielder Of The Necroswords.

The monster. He had already killed all the others, all of his family and kin. The entire pantheon had gone dark. He knew. He could see their stars dim and fade away.

Now only one remained in the sky. His own. And the black meteor that had consumed the rest was coming for him. He had already chased him here.

God Of Medicine, Nature and Nurture he may be, but Shuzan-Itur was no coward.

Suddenly, there were explosions outside and his entire sanctum shook, the temple complex rumbling from the shock.

He gripped his double headed axe, golden red and glittering as he clicked his mandibles gleefully.

The traps had worked. Now all he needed to do was land the final blow and then.....he would be it.

The slayer of Gorr. Ender of Divinity. The Supreme One. And with all his kin dead he would reign over the galactic sector as the sole god of all.

"Who's the 'Little Pillbug' now, motherfucker?!" He cackled, getting up from his seat making for the door when suddenly it thumped.

What?

If he had eyebrows, Shuzan-Itur would have frowned.

Then, the door blew off their hinges, crashing into him.

But he didn't care. He swatted them away casually with his tail, preparing to deal Gorr the death blow. Surely, after tanking that explosion he must have been weakened. And the hallways had been doused in the most potent poison he could produce.

No way Gorr would be a match for him now.

But the sight that awaited him as the dust cleared wasn't a shambling half corpse.

"No." He gasped, crawling back, his tiny feet scuttling in desperation.

"No! This is not possible!" He shrieked.

"You don't know what is possible, vermin." Gorr spat, not a scratch on him.

Shuzan-Itur shook and shivered, bowing low.

"N-no...please..... I'm a good god. A helpful god. Th-the people need m-"

He was cut off as a necrosword pierced his head through the mouth.

With a flick, Gorr hitched the blade up, it's spikes digging into the chitinous armour of the god and with a crunch, he pulled it out clean, cracking through the god's whole head, gored like a watermelon.

"No one needs the gods."

He swung his sword out once more, lopping the head clean off of the bug god, before spearing through it's body over and over, venting out all his frustrations on it's quivering corpse as a puddle of white goo and translucent green blood pooled on the floor.

"Pathetic." Gorr mocked, pulling out his necrosword from the corpse absorbing the bug's divinity and the sword shimmered with a dark glow as of appreciating the meal.

"Pathetic indeed." A voice came from the behind him, and he whirled around to find a man in a labcoat smiling back and waving at him.

.

"Pathetic indeed." I smiled and waved at the living embodiment of Ragnarok, getting a queer look in return as he twirled his necroswords in preparation.

"Killing a bug and feeling like you're any better. You're not even absorbing their powers properly. Look at all that divine power dissipating into the world. What a waste....what a goddamn waste." I scoffed much to his annoyance.

"I smell divinity on you.... you're a god, no ...half god. Demigod. Then I must kill you too!" He growled.

"Why? This whole kill all gods thing, it sounds a bit of a chore, doesn't it?What, you wished for Santa to bring you a Ferrari and didn't get it so now you go around throwing a tantrum everywhere? Go around preaching atheism?" I snickered, "Or some god touched you in a bad place and now you're traumatized? Pulling a Jeffrey Dahmer on them all? You going to fuck that hole you made in his head too? Perpetuating the sick cycle of sexual abuse because deep down you're still that same scared little boy."

"You're talking a lot of shit for a dead man." He let out a low, throaty chuckle, leveling the necrosword at me. "Any last prayers?"

"Just one." I smiled, raising a finger, pointing at him.

"Yours."

"What-"

He tilted his head in confusion when a portal opened up beside him, and a godslayer bolt rammed straight through him, tearing a big chunk off of his torso, as it disappeared into a portal.

Gorr on the other hand just looked at me in shock, trying to say something but he just gurgled with the blood filling his torn lungs.

He fell to his knees as blood and guts spilled out from his body, before slowly he began to regenerate.

But I wasn't going to allow that.

I made a beeline for him and sent another godslayer bolt through him, ripping off his arm, sending the necrosword flying. It embedded into the wall behind me, while I knelt down beside him and grinned.

"Too bad. See how you didn't get to say your prayers?

Yeah. Because I know better than to go on a villainous monologue right before a fight. It's like basics, evil 101 for dummies. Don't make an evil monologue before the fight. Any good evil overlord knows that the snarky one liners..." I caught his necrosword behind me with one hand as his eyes widened in fear and shock, seeing the necrosword he had summoned telekinetically to decapitate me like fucking Mjolnir be stopped with a pinch of my fingers.

With one smooth motion I flipped the sword in my hand and stabbed it through his heart, "....are for after you have killed the big bad."

I patted his cheeks condescendingly before opening my mouth, activating my devouring power.

My jaw unhinged like a snake's and a black hole appeared within, sucking out his divinity till it was completely consumed as the life drained from his eyes.

He had surprisingly little of it, compared to the amount of gods he had killed. Barely four times that of the average god.

So the efficiency of divine authority absorbed through deicide is very low huh?

Good to know. Maybe it's better in Campione.

Definitely getting that one before I kill the elder gods.

I reached into a portal by my side and pulled out his other necrosword that had been blown off along with his arm from the dimension where I chuck godslayer bolts, putting the two together before storing them away in the vault and

"Heh, pathetic." I chuckled, and jumped into a portal, to my next stop on the resource run to get my hands on some more Celestials. The Collector had the location of Ison, The Searcher, making him my next target.

I smiled. How long has it been since I went all out?

Ooh boy! This is going to be a fun night!

I put on my nekomimi headphones as Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas began to play on them and opened up a portal to my next target.

A perfect song for the perfect job.

Killing monsters, hunting gods. The family business.

I chuckled.

By the time the sun rises tomorrow morning, I will have wiped out most of the Celestials and swallowed the gods alive.

By tomorrow, the MCU will be devoid of all powerful entities save for the big four and me.

And I will reign supreme.

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