(The Primordials meet their father.)

Chapter six:

Qinglong nodded at this. His voice then softly echoed like boughs of branches full leaves rustling in the wind, steady and swaying. That does seem to be the most logical flow of events.

Zhuque's feathers brightened at the thought. Curiosity started to flood him. A roar of an inferno sounded as he spoke bright and cheerfully. What do the rest of you think he'll be like? All we know instinctually is that his base form is male and that he is absolute. I think he'll be powerful. Said Zhuque.

Everyone rolled their eyes at that. Because it's already obvious that he's powerful.

His curiosity was infectious, though. Everyone, even Archon, had thoughtful looks on their faces as their imaginations started running wild.

Nuwa with her enthreal and sweet voice chimed in. He will be kind, and loving. Said Nuwa.

Qinglong's reared back, looking poised and proud. He will be wise and a man of taste. Replied Qinglong.

Bailhu flashed a ferocious grin and cackled mischievously, which resembled knives rubbing together quickly while submerged in glass. He will be fun. Said Bailhu.

Archon, in her even tone, added her own thoughts. He will be fair. Replied Archon.

After a few minutes. A whisper, seemingly from nowhere, yet everywhere, sent chills down everyone's spine's. He will be accepting. Said Siwang.

After hearing everyone's gusses, in a voice seemingly as old as time itself yet with power of a full hurricane. Xuanwue slowly spoke. He will be unexpected. But in the end, be everything you all expect. As he said that, his eyes glpwed green like emeralds, still emitting cosmic power, but also his inherent power over time.

As if on cue. The space they were in started to broil. All the floating particles and energy seemed to vibrate. Archon and the Primordials felt a new presence join them, but it was not being formed, not like they were, it was everywhere. It flooded into their perception. It brought out emotions in them all. It spread warmth and joy and comfort. All in the same time though it radiated power, unlike any of them could possibly imagine.

Clouds began to form above them. They were majestic, full, fluffy, and golden. It brought tears to several of the Primordials eyes. Xuanwue kept a blank look on his muzzle.

Then, the clouds began to slow a face enough to dwarf all of them in size. A prominent nose, large floppy mane hanging over it's head, with golden fur... wait, what?

Roooooooar.

The sound of which. Made everyone speechless.

Then, as if they were never there in the first place, the cloud and the lion head, disappeared.

What replaced them was a man. Still tall, but twice the size as God, and still radiating power. He had bright blue eyes, and short brown hair, and built like his muscles had muscles. He was wearing a golden robe. The man they knew in their bones to be their father looked at each of them in the eyes. Then started laughing.

(Previously.)

A few hours while Travis was trying to figure this out. How does a person go inside of himself? Then, again nothing that's been happening had made any sense. Creating water? Eating nothingness and existence? Who could imagine it was possible? Exasperated, Travis looked up, surprised to find that Jack Kirby was still there. Travis pulled out his best apologetic voice he could.

Sorry for making you wait for so long... Said Travis.

No response.

Uh... Jack? Mr... Kirby... sir? Travis asked him.

That got a reaction from the cosmic giant.

Hm? Oh! Sorry, what were you saying? Replied Jack Kirby.

I said that I was sorry for making you wait. Travis said.

Oh! Don't worry about it, time is relative here. While it does pass, it's disjointed and is experienced by each individual differently. Heck even inside of ourselves time is very mutable thing, for us at least. Honestly, I've been on a beach on Xandar in universe 616 during earth year 2016 while I waited. Replied Jack Kirby.

Wait, so. Time doesn't matter? But what about my Primordials? Won't, they be upset if I leave them alone for too long? Travis asked him.

The elder multidimensional being seemed to frown at that.

Ah, well, yeah they could, not that it would really do anything. I know that I said that time was mutable for us in our multiverses. However, that is not how it is for you now. Replied Jack Kirby.

What do you mean? Travis asked him.

It's one of the things we needed to talk about. But just know that, for now, time moves forward with you and with your multiverses outer dimensions at the same pace. Anyway, while you figure it out, I'm going back to the beach! Oh yeah, one last thing. Never let your Primordial gods know that you used to be a being much weaker than them. It never turns out so well. Instead, cover up your failings with the fact that you were only recently born. It's technically the truth anyway. Replied Jack Kirby.

That shook Travis up a bit, but he quickly brushed it off and paid attention to his predecessor and observed his actions as he went to the beach. A flash of energy was seen from the beings head and it entered into one of the small orbs in his chest.

Dumbfounded, Travis couldn't make heads or tails of it. It looked like how he made the Primordials, but instead of an intent to create, there was a different kind of intent. Wait... intent!

Whenever I did anything within myself, there was always intention. The slimly bastard's came about due to a lack of intention, while the water, steamed deconstructing matter, and the Primordials, all happened due to it being my intent! So if I intend to appear where they are, while focusing then I can! I wonder if there's anything else I can do just through my intentions... maybe, change my appearance? Travis smirked as he heard a certain phrase being yelled out by Bailhu.

This should be fun. Travis thought to himself.