C5 When The G*ds Realize You’re Their Creator And Panic Accordingly

Gasps echoed through the sacred halls. Priests, nobles, commoners and worshippers alike turned to stare at me in horrified disbelief.

And at the center of it all. A priestess clad in radiant robes of gold and white, her gaze piercing, her aura suffocating with d*vine authority.

Pythia the High Priestess of the Pantheon the embodiment of beauty with a big rack and big bottom and a slim waist basically a MILF exactly as I designed her.

The supreme religious leader of the entire Ducatum. Her eyes burned with d*vine fury as she raised her staff, crackling with psionic energy.

"Prince Dracula Von Death."

Her voice boomed like thunder, shaking the entire Pantheon.

"You have desecrated the sacred halls of the g*ds."

I froze, still gasping for breath.

"For what reason should we not strike you down where you stand?"

The moment those self righteous words left Pythias lips, something snapped inside me. All the bulls*it I had endured up until now. Getting cursed by an actual f*cking G*d like I was some second rate villain.

Truck kun sending me on a one way trip to my own f*cked up universe that came up with too much of free time on my hands. Being laughed at by the very NPCs I had written into existence.

Getting chased by an entire contubernium of Praetorians like I was some petty criminal. And now?

This over glorified MILF b*tch in fancy robes, this character I barely even fleshed out, this High Priestess NPC that I probably wrote in a drunken haze, was threatening to execute me in my own f*cking temple that I too created?!

HELL NO. BLOODY F*CKING. NO.

I stormed forward, my teeth clenched, my face contorted in pure unfiltered rage, spitting out every curse word I knew in every language possible as I stomped past the horrified priests, nobles, and worshippers.

"@#$&#$@&$##$&##$&...."

I seethed, my voice dripping with fury.

Pythias piercing gaze remained unfazed, her staff crackling with psionic energy, her aura flaring like a burning sun.

"Halt, Prince! Do not take another step! You have already desecrated these h*ly halls, if you take one more step, I will invoke d*vine judgment upon you!"

"D*VINE JUDGMENT MY HAIRY PALE WHITE ASS, F*CK RIGHT OFF YOU BLOODY THIRD RATE NPC OWERGROWN COW B*TCH"

I roared, flipping her off leaving her stunned and shocked her mouth opening and closing because of my Insults as I marched past her like she wasn't even worth my time which she really wasnt, I didnt even bother to give her a name.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"HE DARES INSULT PYTHIA?!"

"HAS HE GONE MAD?!"

"CALL THE GUARDS! RESTRAIN HIM!"

A contubernium of stationed at the temple armed guards rushed forward, their hands nervously clutching their bolt action rifles, but they hesitated, uncertain after all I was a prince.

Even Pythia herself faltered, her d*vine aura wavering as I approached the colossal, marble statue of Zeus, the King of the G*ds, seated upon his grand marble throne.

I pointed at the massive statue, my eyes burning with rage.

"WAKE THE F*CK UP, OLD MAN YOURE GRANDPA IS HERE!"

I bellowed, my voice booming across the temple halls. Pythias eyes widened in absolute horror.

"DO NOT SPEAK TO THE ALL-FATHER IN SUCH A..."

I Ignored her completely, Instead I kicked the statue. HARD extremely hard to the point the pain In my foot made me regret It Instantly.

BOOM.

The moment my foot slammed into the marble throne of Zeus, the entire Pantheon shuddered as if the heavens themselves had just taken a direct hit.

A shockwave of psionic energy erupted outward, shaking the colossal marble pillars, causing the massive torches lining the temple walls to flicker wildly.

And then, time stopped. The High Priestess, the gasping nobles, the temple guards all frozen in place.

Even the torches, mid flicker, hung motionless, their flames suspended in the air, frozen in an eerie, impossible stillness.

But me? I could still move. My breath was ragged, my chest heaving from the sheer audacity of what I had just done.

Then, the massive marble statue of Zeus cracked. A deep, booming growl rumbled from within the psionic Infused marble.

And before my very eyes the statue came to life, the marble surface of the statue rippled like molten metal.

Its massive fingers flexed, its head tilted downward, and suddenly the marble exterior peeled away, revealing flesh, muscle, and veins coursing with psionic power.

Zeus, the King of the G*ds, was no longer a lifeless statue, he was real, and he was really pissed. The only reason I'm not cosmic space dust yet Is because I'm the descendant of Alucard the man who ensured their survival amongst the world's new g*ds.

"HOW DARE YOU MORT..."

"SHUT UP AND READ MY F*CKING MIND!"

I pointed at my temple, my voice booming with all the pent up frustration and rage that had been simmering inside me since the moment I got Isekaid Into my own f*cked up fictional world.

The entire Pantheon trembled. Zeus' glowing eyes flickered in astonishment, his psionic aura faltering, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

A mortal? Kicking his throne? Telling him to shut up? And now demanding that he read his mind?! The sheer absurdity of it was enough to make even a g*d hesitate.

For a moment, Zeus said nothing. Then, his massive lightning filled irises dilated, as if focusing on something beyond the mortal realm.

And then. His entire body stiffened. His eyes widened. His g*dly pupils dilated further. As he delved into my mind, his expression shifted from rage to disbelief.

Then from disbelief to confusion. Then from confusion to absolute, cosmic horror. For the first time in his immortal existence, Zeus felt powerless.

Because what he saw inside my mind should not exist. He saw the true history of the Spartanum Imperium, the rise of Alucard Von Death, the creation of the g*ds, the cosmic wars, the countdown to destruction…

He saw everything. And most terrifying of all. He saw me. Not as Dracula Von Death, but as the Creator of everything that exists, basically his grandfather the literal father of his father the Kronos.

A being who had written every single law that governed this reality. A being who existed outside the bounds of fate, prophecy, and d*vine will.

A being who knew every dirty secret of the g*ds, every loophole in their power, and most horrifyingly, their eventual downfall If I didnt follow my own plotline to the letter.

The moment Zeus realized the truth, something shifted in the Pantheon. The statues of the other eleven g*ds, Ares, Athena, Hades, Poseidon, Hera, Apollo, and the rest began to tremble.

Their eyes snapped open. Their voices, ethereal and commanding, boomed across the frozen temple.

"ALL FATHER, WHAT IS THIS?!"

Athena's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

"WHY HAS TIME STOPPED?!"

Poseidon's deep, oceanic voice followed.

"A MORTAL DARES TO COMMAND THE ALL FATHER?!"

Ares roared, his warrior spirit ignited. But Zeus? Zeus said nothing. Because he knew. The g*ds were not in control here. I was, at least he thought I was but truthfully In this universe I was just an ordinary mortal.

Zeus finally lifted his gaze from my mind, his expression completely unreadable. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, in a voice unlike any he had ever used before, he spoke.

"He is not of this world."

A tremor of unease rippled through the assembled g*ds. Zeus voice was low, hesitant, almost... fearful.

"He is not bound by fate. He is not bound by prophecy. He is... something else entirely."

Ares scoffed.

"A g*d of another pantheon, then?! A challenger? Let me test his mettle..."

Zeus cut him off.

"No."

Ares blinked like a child who was just denied his favorite toy.

"No?"

Zeus exhaled.

"He is our... Creator."

The Pantheon was silent. Not just the temple, not just the city. The entire world seemed to hold its breath. And then.The impossible happened.The King of Gods lowered himself onto one knee.

Seeing this Athena clutched her spear, her face pale. Poseidon took a cautious step back. Ares looked like he's about to throw up. Hera covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Zeus, King of the G*ds, Ruler of Olympus, Father of Lightning and Sky, Unshaken Spiritual Pillar of the Imperium. Slowly, lowered himself onto one knee.

His golden laurel crown dimmed, his d*vine radiance softened, and his thunderous voice spoke in a tone no mortal had ever heard before.

"We… were forgotten g*ds. Cast into oblivion by time. You…"

Zeus swallowed hard.

"You ensured our existence. You… saved us."

The other g*ds trembled as they began to realize the truth after reading my mind too. Everything they were. Every ounce of their power. Every prayer they had ever received.