52 Sibling time and Satan's prank.

Agni now a fully grown woman tip-toed slowly toward a particular direction expanding her psionic energy to sense the hidden, suddenly she disappeared and appeared in an entirely different place—dimension, a distorted, fractured reflection of the real world, appearing like a constantly shifting maze of broken mirrors with a surreal, otherworldly aesthetic, often with warped versions of familiar locations and structures, all seemingly floating within a dark, inky void.

"I found you, Mr. Little Magician; you know I can feel you easily with my senses," she said teasingly.

But there was no response. Agni simply smirked as she waved her hands, and the buildings started warping as if she were a Master of the dimension. Obviously, Ender would train his kids in magic, and it is not even boring but fun.

The buildings form a path as a boy no more than 3-4 years old could be seen floating, clearly reluctant as he tries to get away from the telekinetic grip, which was cute, but he failed obviously.

"Sister I am not playing with you again," Agni chuckled as she pinched the small boy's chubby cheeks while he flailed in protest.

"You are the one who asked me to play with you~" she teased, tilting her head.

Agamotto, despite his status as a prodigious magician, was still a three-year-old child.

And a three-year-old could not outmatch his older sister.

"Hmph!" He crossed his arms, still floating helplessly in her grip. "I changed my mind!"

"Tough luck, little magician," Agni grinned, then vanished in a flash of psionic energy, teleporting them back to the castle.

The moment they arrived, Agamotto huffed, closed his golden eyes, and fell silent.

Agni smirked. She knew exactly what he was doing.

"Go on, tell our siblings I'm coming." She flicked his forehead.

Agamotto's brows twitched, but he ignored her; his small face scrunched up in concentration as he mentally warned the others.

Agni let him. It would be boring if she found them too quickly.

Deep within the gardens of Gaia's Grove which were more like forests, a massive black feline was sprawled out lazily under the warm sun.

His fur absorbed the light like a void, shifting slightly with shadows dancing along its sleek surface.

Bastis—the embodiment of lethargy and feline grace.

Lying atop his back, golden-haired and radiant, was another figure.

Luciel.

A red halo glowed faintly above his head, his silver metallic wings slightly twitching as he dozed off on his brother's soft fur.

The scene was peaceful.

Until Luciel cracked open one sleepy eye.

"Do you think she'll find us?"

Bastis yawned, rolling slightly to the side. Suddenly, a human-like hand appeared and casually scratched his own belly, clearly unbothered by the looming threat.

"Who knows? If she comes close, I'll just drag us into the Shadowrealm." His other feline paw lazily swiped at a nearby butterfly.

"This is life~"

Luciel groaned, shifting slightly.

"Sometimes, I 'envy' you." His tone was utterly flat, sarcastic, and half-asleep.

"Mummy makes me clean the whole Paradise if I'm lazy. I dunno why—I can't even Fall."

Bastis meowed in agreement, stretching further.

And then—

Without warning—

BOOM!

A massive invisible force slammed them both into the ground.

Luciel was now buried under Bastis' weight, a muffled groan escaping as the dust settled around them.

Bastis, still half-asleep, twitched his ears.

Luciel sputtered from underneath him.

"Get your oversized fat OFF ME!"

Bastis blinked ignoring his brother as he turned his head lazily.

And there she was.

Standing triumphantly, arms crossed, smugness radiating—

"Did you really think I wouldn't know my own brothers' abilities?" she smirked.

Luciel groaned.

Bastis just yawned.

"…I don't regret anything."

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(Nether)

"Muwahaha, I knew it!"

A small boy with two tiny horns protruding from his head sat on a throne of black obsidian, his red-tinted skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the Nether. His tiny cape flared dramatically as he cackled, looking down at a scrying orb.

Within its depths, his devious plan was playing out—Agni was mercilessly assaulting her siblings' poor, helpless cheeks.

Beside him, a tiny bat-like minion fluttered excitedly.

"Master, your genius is truly frightening! You knew that your sister would catch them, which is why you refrained from participating!"

The boy—Satan, son of Herobrine and Lilith—nodded knowingly.

"Obviously. Participating in such games is a complete waste of time because, at the end of the day, she would just catch me immediately." He shuddered, hugging his own face protectively.

The thought of his chubby demonic cheeks being mercilessly pinched sent a cold chill down his spine.

"No, I won't let my perfect evil face fall victim to this holy molestation,"

With a dramatic wave of his hand, the scrying orb shifted to another scene.

"Now... let's see if my prank with that despicable Zeus was successful or not."

~~~~~

After an exhausting week of abusing Ender's hospitality, Zeus finally decided to retreat to her chambers within Herobrine's grand castle.

It was her room, after all.

She wasn't freeloading—far from it!

She was blessing Ender with her glorious presence every day.

Which, of course, he was grateful for.

He should be!

With a yawn, she pushed open the ornate golden doors, expecting peace.

Instead—

"What in Tartarus—?"

The entire room was in chaos, the walls were cracked, faint trails of magma dripping from them, violent winds swirled unpredictably, uprooting furniture, bolts of red energy occasionally sparked, setting things on fire.

And in the center—

A crib that looked like it was forged from magma floated, the very air distorting around it from sheer heat, Zeus narrowed her eyes and marched forward, rage bubbling within.

"WHO DARED TO—"

And then she froze.

Inside the crib, nestled among molten blankets, was a baby.

A very cute baby, sure, he had monstrous features—

Tiny black horns

Miniature claws

Serpentine pupils that glowed eerily

Wisps of darkness coiling around his chubby form

But her mother's 'teachings' always said to appreciate everything.

Zeus stared, completely entranced.

'KAWAII!'

Her divine instincts told her to run, her heart told her to squish him.

She hesitated only for a second before reaching out a finger toward his tiny outstretched hands.

"Heh, look at you—what a little—"

*CHOMP!

In the blink of an eye, the baby's entire face expanded cosmically, morphing into something beyond comprehension, and—

BIT HER HAND.

With.

His.

GUMS.

Tiny sharp canines barely poked through, but Zeus felt the sheer force as the abyssal baby latched on like a starving eldritch piranha.

"ACK—!" Zeus yanked her hand back, stumbling, eyes wide; for a moment, she felt She saw Ouranus waving a hand at her from Tartarus.

If she were mortal, she was certain she would have lost her entire hand.

Instead, she stood there gawking, her divine pride wounded.

Meanwhile, baby Typhon giggled, his tiny claws waving joyfully, completely unaware that he had just traumatized a God-King.

Zeus, still holding her hand, glared at the smirking baby.

"T-That little gremlin—"

Typhon cooed, and Zeus swallowed her complaints.

'...Okay, maybe he is still cute.'

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With whom should I start writing date chapter with?

I honestly thought it would be boring (author being lazy) to write all date chapters in a row and such.

Options:

Lucifer

Bast

Lilith