Ritual

A/N: As you might see, this is the chapter that I begun spiralling in. I wrote it, and enjoyed it. But well, the plot didn't go anywhere.

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Three, the number of Gods that established Andalok. Coincidentally, it was also the number of Celestials, hybrid or otherwise, currently within the Universe. The lone Hybrid Celestial, was the head of a Pantheon, living his days out in enjoyment, just enjoying life. Me.

Of the two pure Celestials, one was travelling, observing the Universe to decide his Purpose, by himself, while the other was studying under a Watcher, to decide if Gods, and Demons, even deserve living.

I wasn't upset when the youngest Celestial, the one who was born in the Sun in the Sol system, decided to not study under me. I'm a God, just as much as I'm a Celestial, and he needs a impartial guide. Uatu was just that.

Hopefully, Uatu's love for Earth influences the Celestial's opinions somewhat. He had decided to name himself Mordor, but his title is yet to be decided. It'll only be decided after he learns enough.

Three hundred thousand years, it has been, since I was born here, in this Universe. Honestly, I never would have thought I'd ever live this long, let alone enjoy it somewhat. But, I did, and I do.

I have a beautiful lover, two wonderful children, who are taking their roles very seriously, and a large family to help me enjoy my life.

And life was good, these years. The Lokisons weren't causing any troubles, and just lived and fucked around. Manasi had taken to roaming the Galaxy, to help any race that seems desperate for help.

Atharva, my son with Kali, had somehow become inspired by Vali's numerous children, after a visit to Donna, and now, he himself had a large number of children on Induk, with the Andals. All of them were mortals, Demigods, and he hadn't brought a single one forward as a prospective new God.

Lila, however, had taken after me. She was a good match to Jormungandr in her strength, and even if her magic could use a lot of practice, she was good enough. Surprisingly, she also took after my own preference when it comes to bed partners.

My daughter was a lesbian, in the sense that she did not feel any romantic feelings for the masculine gender. I didn't mind it much. This was preferable to me, actually, since I didn't have to be worried for her constantly.

I know men, being one, and I know how we are.

She hadn't settled down yet, but had had a few lovers amongst the Andals. Surprisingly, she also had a few mortal descendants. Divine Magic to the win, I'm guessing. 

The first times one of their children died of old age, however, have to be two of the saddest moments in my life, and theirs. It hurt me to see them so upset, for years and years. But, my children are strong, and they recovered.

As of now, most of the population of Induk is made up of the descendants of my Gods. This, just makes them that much stronger, and gives them a higher affinity to magic, which I'm beginning to teach them.

I won't always be here to defend them, I know that, and I have plans in the making for it. But the Demons of Earth will still keep on attacking the planet, and so will anyone that means us harm.

So, teaching them magic is a way to help them defend themselves. 

Unlike Agamotto, however, I'm not going to teach them Sorcery. I'm turning them into my Druids. Weather, Earth, Nature, Animals, my Druids will learn to use their Magic to manipulate them all. Eventually.

Which is what I have been doing recently. I had taught a few of my son's children, my grandchildren, for the last 4 years. They were too primitive to do much in the way of advanced magic. They couldn't even talk yet. But they could do a lot.

Using their magic to make plants grow healthier, faster, make it rain, make it stop raining, was all they're able to do right now. The last two needs a small ritual dance, and at least 5 Druids to succeed.

The Ritual dance is a prayer to me, but the spell doesn't need any input from me to summon rain.

And now, they'll go out there, to teach the others. The rest they'll learn themselves, develop spells for their own use. I'll help, but not directly. 

I'll just have to make sure that the Demons don't turn any of my children to their side. That will give them a lot of influence here, which I don't want.

Well, if they know what's good for them, they'll stick to attacking once or twice every century, at most.

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Earth, once a beautiful planet, was now frozen, going through an Ice Age. This most recent Ice age was a direct consequence of the War going on all over the planet.

Before this Ice Age, however, Earth had burned, a lot. So much so, that at one point, the entire land mass of the planet was burning red for a few years. Once the flames went away, Ice took its hold.

Through all this, the Demons and Gods kept on fighting, with humanity suffering the must. Only a few tribes of Homo Sapiens were remaining now, having moved into caves and the forests to protect themselves, along with a single Island saved from all of this.

Camp Half Blood. An Island made by the Mother Goddess, and her youngest Son, to protect the Demigods from Divine and Demonic dangers alike. And now, it was the only green place on the planet.

Gaea had sat back the entire 300,000 years, that this war had been going on for. She had neither helped the Demons, nor had she helped the Gods. The only ones she protected, were the Demigods, that the island was made for.

Earth had been captured by Demons, at one point, and the Gods were busy fighting them. Dormammu, Mephisto, Satannish, Seth, Hades, and even Cyttorak, all had established regions for themselves, where they ruled supreme.

Agamotto, the only one of the Vishanti currently on Earth, was busy trying to find a solution for this predicament. While his Sorcerers were busy helping the Gods and Demigods fight the Demons, he was busy looking through every piece of knowledge he has, as well as taking the counsel of the Vishanti.

And now, it seems he has finally found it.

Gaea turns around, seeing Agamotto appear out of an orange glowing portal of his, and smiles at his ruffled up appearance. She asks, "Are you sure you can manage to do it?"

Agamotto scowls, insulted at her doubts, and asks, "Are you sure you can deal with the consequences of my decision? It will affect you too, you know."

Gaea shakes her head, and says, "You overestimate your spell, Agamotto. It will work on Demons, and Gods, of that I have no doubt. But I am not one of them, but both. I am an Elder God."

Agamotto says, "And I am the God of Magic, as well as the Sorcerer Supreme. I'd like it if you weren't here when I cast the spell, just to be sure."

Gaea bows her head, acquiescing to his request, and says, "As you wish. I will go visit my son for the decade then. I'm assuming that it will be enough?"

Agamotto nods, and joins Gaea in looking at the Demigods. War Survivors, is the only term that comes to his mind, when he sees them. So many of them had visited the outer world, to help out in their own way, and so many had returned with battle scars. Both physical, and psychological.

"A Ritual to banish every Demon on Earth. I think I did something like this once, a little while after the birth of Atum, I think." Gaea muses, wanting to discuss the spell.

Agamotto says, "I found this in your own Journal, and made modifications of my own. Your spell worked only on the Demons that evolved from Elder Gods. Mine will work on each and every Demon here, while also re-establishing the Barriers around the planet."

Gaea smiles, having already known it. She could see everything on the planet, no matter what you do to try and hide something from her.

She asks, "And the Gods?"

Agamotto hurrumphs, disapproval showing plainly on his face. He says, "The Gods had plenty of opportunity to fix their own mess. Honestly, if they had helped me fix the shields, when I asked them, then this mess could have been prevented altogether. Let's not say the injustice they carried out against Theos. I know how dangerous Mangog was, and killing him would have been a chore for every God save Amon-Ra. But no, they had to be ungrateful little shits to their savior."

Gaea smiles in amusement, and asks, "Is this about the time no one thanked you for defeating Dormammu?"

Agamotto looks away, and says, "Of course not. This is about your son."

Gaea shakes her head, still smiling. She had made her peace with her son's banishment, even if she still held a grudge over it. And forceful rebirth does seem like a suitable punishment for them, along with a temporary banishment.

First, they will all die, with their Divine Magic used to repair the damage they did to Earth, and the barriers. Then, their Essence, their Being, will be sent to their respective Dimensions, to be reborn once again.

Their own Ragnarok, so to speak.

She expects them to be reborn about the same time as the New Asgard comes to be, when it does, a few centuries give or take.

But that's not all. These Gods won't be allowed to roam Earth like they did before. They'll be allowed on Earth, but they won't be able to make Earth their personal playground, or their whorehouse.

"Scathach would love to have some words with you." Gaea says, musing over her favourite descendant.

"She can deal with it, or she can go to Donna with you." Agamotto says, already knowing what she's destined to do, thanks to the Infinity Stone around his neck.

Sighing, he says, "Alas, even I will have to leave Earth defenceless for a while, my Sorcerers will have to manage, somehow, before I can return from my recovery."

Gaea turns towards him, pats him on the shoulder, and says, "Do not worry, Agamotto. I won't let the Demons harm my planet anymore. You do what you feel necessary, and I will protect the planet in the meantime."

Agamotto nods, sighing, and says, "I'll go now, can't dally. Don't worry, your camp won't be harmed."

"I know that, but the Gods will still die. Transport the Demigods somewhere else, once you do the Ritual, won't you?" Gaea says, creating a portal to Donna, excited to spend a lot of time with her grandchildren again.

Agamotto says, "Yes, yes. I'll make sure they repopulate your planet."

"Good luck, Agamotto." Gaea says, passing through the portal.

Agamotto creates a portal for his home, and starts with the preparation. He was going to banish Demons, and Gods, and force the Pantheons into a Rebirth to power the Ritual.

Agamotto might not be a nice guy, but this was a new low for him. If it wasn't necessary to do this, to save the planet, he wouldn't have, no matter what Gaea might wish. But alas, he doesn't have a choice. And the Gods did sow the seeds themselves.

"Good luck, humans. For these next years will be your first Godless years in a while." Agamotto mumbles, and starts the Ritual.

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A/N: Okay, this chapter sure took a while. I was conflicted, between a forced Rebirth, and just banishing them. But I realised, that just banishing won't exactly be a punishment for them.

Rebirth, even if they won't remember it, will be a punishment enough.

PS: It won't work on Atum, who is an Elder God, and he dwells in the Sun. Other than him, every God will be reborn in the way the Pantheons originally did, repeat their history, except this time, there won't be Theos to interfere.

Also, the Camp will still exist, and it'll still protect anyone from Demonic dangers. But, since there won't be any Gods, there won't be any Demigods for a while. So, yeah, the camp will remain unused for a long, long time.

Tata!