“We have to inform the guys who got into that new world of Sanat Kumar – what’s it called, Urad?” – Baal scratched his head. “The situation is completely different than we thought. Also, have you seen Zee and his girl? They don’t look even close to how we imagined Gods. Sure, he’s harder, more terrifying and infinitely more powerful than before – you saw he just made that furniture, and removed Valefar’s piss with a snap; he could have as easily wiped all of us out, but didn’t. In fact, he went out of his way to explain things to us, and honestly, we now learned more in a day than previously since, well, forever”.

“Earth, I think. It’s called Earth.”, answered Mephisto. “And there’s a lots of guys there already – Asmodeus, Perkele, Ifrit, Abaddon, and lots of girls – Mandragora, Lucifora, Belladonna, Solana, Vipera, Amanita and who knows how many others; thousands. And I’m not even counting other kinds; sheep, idiots, navel gazers and I guess normal folks, judging from what Azazel said. And yeah, he’s really something, and his girl too. Have you looked at her properly? She’s more beautiful than anything, and has a good sense of humour too, judging from how she reacted to him punking our ass. And she, too, is hard as all hell; she looked like she could snap her fingers and we’d evaporate. Well, the part of our God-lore that says Gods are super powerful and deadly is true. The rest of it is shit”.

“I think I’ll go to that world, warn our guys, tell them to get back and start working on this four element purification and grounding thing Zee talked about. Besides, Sanat Kumar is bat shit crazy and it’s kind of ominous how Zee described him, being so deranged and retarded that he risked getting killed by a God rather than continue listening to that dipshit. If he designed that world, it can’t be good for anyone but him, and even that is questionable, because how crazy he is”, Baal started to get seriously concerned. “I hope I don’t waste too much time there, because I have things to do now”.

…

He couldn’t remember what the rush was. He was going somewhere, but he couldn’t remember anything, and it didn’t matter. Did he have a name? He was floating peacefully and he was content. But then there was disturbance, and he left that peaceful place, and there was noise, bright light, and all kinds of rough discomfort, and he cried. But then he felt a nipple in his mouth, and warm milk comforted him. It’s not all bad. Mom loves him and he’s safe.

…

“What the fuck is keeping Baal for so long? I’ll go after him and check”, Mephisto whispered to himself.

“Wow”, Lord Azazel gently touched his wife’s forehead. “You’re amazing”.

She blushed and shivered slightly as she took in his praise. The tiara melted into her own body and was a part of her now; only the golden jewel remained visible on her brow, as a dot of light. It was no mystery what it did; essentially, it was a mixture of a Title, a Jewel and a blessing by both Shiva and Shakti, and it both was and wasn’t a part of her soul itself, rather than being an ornament or a gadget. It was hard to describe – the way her former Title as the worshipper of Lakshmi both was and wasn’t a part of her soul. It was something between an order of merit, a job and a diploma, but deeper. She was The Mind of God, The Goddess of Wisdom, Self-Revelation of the Absolute, Daughter of Lakshmi; Lady Karuna. That’s what everybody instantly knew, the first they saw her, because her Titles and her name communicated themselves. Her soul-type was “Person of God”. That, too, was instantly communicated, together with her gender: “Female”. All of that was so overwhelming, she wanted to crawl into Zee’s shirt pocket and hide there; if the Six had some internal ranking, she would fight tooth and nail for the last spot.

“And all five of us would arm-wrestle you for it, you know”, Lord Azazel read her mind.

“I would lose”, she stuck out her tongue.

“That’s why”, he smiled and kissed the tip of her tongue, and she giggled.

As a Jewel, that thing allowed her to access power that was so terrible and awesome, it made her really consider morphing into a small mouse and hiding in Zee’s pocket. She felt that Lady Shakti gave her a power over all of reality, the power that should only rest in the hands of Wisdom, and it was such an honour that she felt completely mortified from the responsibility and all other implications. Basically, she could wield and assert the Throne of God. She could create, destroy and change worlds. She whined into Azazel’s neck and held him more tightly.

“Ready to kick some ass?”, he grinned.

“Ready to watch you kick some ass, and applaud your awesome victory”, she giggled.

“Sure”, he kissed her nose. “Let’s warn some people”.

…

Blade of Discernment, Self-Revelation of the Absolute, Son of Shiva; Lord Azazel; Person of God, Male, opened a portal to the astral nursery and observed his surroundings, his wife by his side. He spent eons there, up until mere days ago, and yet it looked like a foreign, desolate wasteland to him now, merely because there wasn’t anyone there he truly had anything in common with. There were multiple bigger clouds of astral matter nearby, though, and closing to their position.

“There’s those motherfucking Gods again”, a demon exclaimed, taking out a flaming sword. “Let’s have some fun”, he grinned at the others.

“Watch it, Baal”, Mephisto warned him. “We don’t want to get ahead of ourselves here.”

“I don’t give a shit, Muffin”, Baal growled. “Those bastards killed Azazel without any reason or provocation. I invoke my right of vengeance”.

“Put that toothpick away before you hurt yourself, Baal”, the male God addressed him with a grin. “I would recommend, for your safety, wellbeing and continued existence among the living, that you shut the fuck up, sit here and use words to address your griefs, lest thy arse take the room temperature challenge”, the God pointed at the suddenly apparent sofa across a coffee table and another sofa where he and the girl now sat.

The demon grudgingly accepted, now morphed to humanoid himself. “I accept only because you’re not Shiva, because that one killed my friend without provocation”, he gruffed. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”

“I know I look different now, and not just that, but I actually am different, yet strangely I’m still the same person, as far as continuity of Self and memories goes. I am, however, different in my qualities and nature. Take a look into me and identify me with your astral sight, before I grow bored with your shit”, Azazel prodded.

“Hell, damnation and holy fucking shit. Azazel?”, the demon exclaimed in consternation. “How the fuck? Is that some sort of a trick?”

“Yeah, of course it’s a trick, a God brought his wife to this shithole to pull a prank on your sorry arse because we apparently have nothing better to do, bitch”, Azazel reverted to demonic vernacular to put the demon at ease. “Of course it’s me”.

The demon got his senses together somewhat, and realised that he actually saw the general flavour of mind that he used to recognise as his, apparently not deceased, friend. “How the fuck? Perkele and Asmodeus saw you sit with Shiva, talk for a while, and then you transformed into bright light and vanished. We thought he killed your ass dead”, Baal exclaimed, joined by Mephisto and a few others. “Person of God, Lord Azazel? What the actual fuck, man? And who’s the girl?”, he exclaimed in shock.

“Well, if you sorry motherfuckers actually bothered to check your facts before getting all riled up over nothing, you’d have asked someone first, and they’d have told you that I indeed went to talk to Lord Shiva, because I got so sick talking to that retard dumbass, Santa Cucumber or whatever he calls his bitch ass, that I decided to ask a God for actual knowledge and guidance, because I was so incredibly done listening to insane assholes. The God didn’t kill me, contrary to public opinion; we sat down, and he explained all sorts of things to me, including secrets of Creation, nature of souls and their evolution, and so on. In fact, I was so incredibly impressed with him, that my soul-structure changed, and as that happened I was transported from this world, to a heaven where the ascended souls live. There, I met my wife Kay, who is here with me now, and we then talked to the Gods some more, and proceeded to meditate until we achieved apotheosis ourselves. That’s the short of it. So no, he didn’t kill me; in fact he saved me, guided me, helped me in all sorts of ways, and I consider him my Father in every meaningful sense”, he concluded, as Kay tried to contain her giggles and keep her dignity intact, succeeding almost completely.

“Holy fucking shit, man. Your ass got adopted by a God, and you God now? And married another God chick? Person of God, Lady Karuna? You made it, man. Fuck!”, the demon scratched his head.

“You can say that again. However, I hear that you made quite a commotion over the hearsay, so I wanted to set the record straight. Like, this is your captain speaking, please calm the fuck down, remain seated and listen to the fucking flight attendant. Nothing’s going on, at least nothing bad. Lots of good stuff sure going on”, Azazel grinned, squeezing Kay’s hand.

“Wow wow wow, time out please”, Mephisto made a T sign with his hands. “You say you ascended to some other world after your soul-structure got upgraded? Is that what happens when other souls brighten up and disappear? They not dead?”

“Completely and utterly not dead”, Azazel nodded. “In fact, this place looks much more like death than life, compared to the other one. However, no assholes or bullshitters allowed”, he pointed at the demons and the big white astral souls preoccupied with looking spiritual. “There’s actual qualification involved, and the name of the game is size and purity. You all have plenty of size, but no purity, so no go, unless you get your shit together and change your fucking ways”, he explained seriously.

“How did you come back here, then, and why?”, enquired Baal.

“Easy, I opened a portal between worlds. Both my wife and I can do that now. And why, well, that’s also easy. I heard you folks went up in arms and made a riot over me supposedly getting killed, when I didn’t, so I wanted to get your facts straight. Nobody got killed; in fact I got adopted by a God and married to a Goddess, so I’m living a good life now, as you can see, so you all folks can calm the fuck down”, he laughed.

“No way you Azazel. He black!”, one demon exclaimed incredulously.

Azazel grinned, morphed into a terrible black cloud of frightening density and disposition. “Is I black enough for you now, bitch motherfucker?”, a menacing, terrible voice sounded from it, making all the demons wince, and the previously incredulous demon made himself very inconspicuous and small, whining in terror as yellow liquid pooled under him.

“Thought so”, Azazel morphed back to his humanoid form and grinned, waving a hand to clean up the mess.

“So, who wants to know how the world actually works, where the souls actually come from, how they ascend, and what’s the actual purpose of life?”, he enquired with his characteristic smile.

…

“I love how you used your history with them and knowledge of their ways to put them at ease, my love”, Kay smiled at her husband and kissed his hand. “You reached out towards them, spoke their language, made yourself comfortably familiar, and then completely dismantled that whole uprising and circus”.

“I hope I didn’t startle you with that demon talk, sweetheart?”, he smiled.

“Not at all; I could see exactly what you were doing and why, because I’m in your heart and I know what’s in there”, she smiled blissfully.

“I am relieved”, he laughed. “So, another round?”

“Blue sheep?”, she asked.

“That sounds like a Silicon Valley startup, but yes”, he smiled, took his wife’s hand and opened another portal.

“I think we actually managed to get to an aspect of the problem that we previously missed. We understood that the heavenly plane has a problem with stagnation, and we understood that the reason for this seemed to be something intrinsic to the beings there and the way they evolve; for instance, the fact that they grew in a pressureless environment, which makes them look like tall, straight, perfect trees that tumble at the first wind. I even mentioned Lord Shiva and his holy wife as the opposite example, of someone who struggles under a heavy burden and knows how hard things can be, doesn’t take things for granted and is thus always respectful of the problems, as well as other beings. However, it now seems there’s an additional layer to the problem”, mused Lord Vishnu. “It seems that this perfect, pressureless environment, as well as the abundance of possible forms of safe and fulfilling activities there, creates an environment where nothing really motivates the souls to invest huge amounts of effort so that they would possibly ascend to godhood”, he finished, and Lady Lakshmi used the opportunity to pour him another cup.

“I wondered if that’s all there is”, Lady Kay started. “My divine husband was angered by the complacency and indolence of the angelic beings, who have all the means of apotheosis at their disposal, and yet do not use them. You, Lord Vishnu, noticed how their environment is too comfortable and fulfilling to motivate great feats of spiritual exertion, as they see no flaws in their condition that would require such strong remedies. All those observations seem perfectly true to me, and yet, I have a feeling we are missing something important, and I’m starting to understand it in very general terms”.

“Please, continue, my Lady”, bowed Lord Vishnu. “For we are at our wit’s end, the issue is very important, and your clarity and power of mind, as well as a new perspective, would be invaluable”.

“Thank you, Sri Bhagavan”, she blushed and smiled. “I think we are missing an aspect of the problem I haven’t seen addressed so far. You see, nobody asks whether the unmanifested Absolute actually wants to become those people”, she looked at the assembled Gods. “It is obvious why the impersonal God would want to be the person of Lord Shiva, Lady Shakti, Lord Narayan or Lady Sri. They are each fiercely individual, different and special. It is obvious to me why brahman would want my husband to be his new person, as he is sharp, brave, wise, and of endless power of discrimination, that always renders excellent insights and wonderful new ideas and perspectives. And while I was in the process of my own apotheosis, I felt something I hadn’t expected”, she sighed, blushed and took a breath to calm herself. “You see, I always thought of myself as unbalanced, as someone who is probably too slanted to the feminine side of things and could probably use some masculine energy to put things straight. However, I liked myself as I was; I liked being girly and feminine, the same way I liked being smart and able to quickly understand complex ideas. It was a part of my identity, and it was obviously not a flaw in the lower four elements, as it persisted through my crystallisation into vajra. As I met my husband, we clicked immediately, and I think one of the reasons for it is exactly because I am so strongly feminine, and it served as a perfect counterpart to his strong, powerful masculinity”, she blushed and a shiver went through her body, as she smiled and continued. “But some doubts and uncertainties remained in me, when we approached apotheosis. First of all, I understood that I am becoming stronger, and at first I didn’t want to be stronger – I loved the fact that Zee is stronger than me, and I loved feeling smaller and weaker but loved and protected. I did understand that it had nothing to do with actual strength and spiritual magnitude, and that was not a problem anymore; I understood that I could be endlessly powerful, and still be his little girl, and I loved it. And then, as the veil between the Relative and the Absolute within my heart broke in earnest, I understood something that completely swept away all my worries. I understood that the unmanifested brahman loves being me. It was a feeling that exploded in my heart first, and swept through the entirety of my soul, as I completely accepted myself, knowing that God loves being my feminine girly self, and it, now she, loves how it allows her to manifest in the Relative, and since Zee and I were so interconnected at that point, I felt how God loves being Zee – he loves being sharp and penetrating, and he loves being in love with me, the way being me gave the impersonal God, that was now the person of Kay, the wonderful feeling of belonging to Zee and following him everywhere. So it’s not just that we chose to be Gods; the unmanifested God in fact chose to be us.”

“Which brings us to the point I was trying to make. Does God actually want to be any of those people in the heavenly world? What are they doing and choosing that is so delectable to God, that he would explode outwards in their hearts and desire to be that?”, she finished, and noticed how all the Gods and Goddesses looked at her with mouths agape.

“You are indeed the Goddess of Wisdom”, Shiva finally managed to say, while others nodded in assent. “I used to think you’re very smart, but now I have to revise my opinion. You are wisdom itself, taken form, and I bow to Your Holiness again and again”, he bowed deeply, as Kay blushed stronger than ever, seeing how her Mother and Zee were so proud of her, they could burst in a fountain of happiness, as new Titles and Jewels manifested upon her person.

“You are indeed the self-realisation and self-revelation of the Absolute”, Krishna nodded. “The addition of you two to our family is an incredible blessing, as you truly give new faces, names and persons to God”.

Lady Shakti bowed to her, closed her eyes and manifested a tiara with a single jewel of golden light, something that was so powerful, it made Kay feel as if lightning passed through her entire body; Shakti approached her, put the tiara on her head and knelt before her. “Most revered and worshipped Lady, please accept this gift from your mom no.2”, she smiled mischievously. “It also contains a blessing of Lord Shiva. You will see what it is later”, she winked, and Kay fell into her embrace, crying tears of happiness, as Lady Lakshmi smiled her blessings upon them both.

“Lady Shakti”, Kay sobbed, “What is that thing you gave me? When I feel it, it feels like The Mind of God”, she shivered powerfully.

“No”, Lady Parvati corrected her. “You are the Mind of God”, and all the Gods and Goddesses present felt shivers of higher truth and all bowed deeply, as a flurry of newborn souls exploded from the space between them.

“I saw you a few days ago, you know, when you were talking to that other demon, Santa Claus or whatever his name was. I told my husband that you are both worthless as rocks and bricks if not worse, and as disgusting as that karmic sludge he’s transforming. And look at you now. I’m astonished at your progress, if you can even call it that, and not a nuclear blast.”, Shakti smiled at Azazel.

“I’m honoured to finally meet you, Mother”, he smiled back. “And as for that conversation, I actually share your opinion on its nature, as well as its participants; in fact, it was that very conversation that motivated my radical change of course, as I became disgusted with myself to the point where I would rather risk getting impaled on Lord Shiva’s trident, than look at myself as I was”, he frowned.

“I see angels in Heaven frozen in shock from the sight of your transformation”, Shiva sipped his coffee and smiled at Lord Zee and Lady Kay. “They are completely unable to understand what happened”.

“Which makes me wonder, really; it’s not like we did something that was out of the realm of possibility for those others. We talked to you and Lady Lakshmi. We paid attention. We thought about it and what it meant. We observed your persons and actions. We adored and admired you, and we loved each other. We did literally nothing else”, he scratched his chin. “So how the fuck is what we did exceptional in any way?”

“That’s the trick, Zee”, Lord Vishnu joined the conversation. “You did nothing else”.

“What do you mean, my Lord?”, asked Lady Karuna.

“I mean it in a very literal sense. It’s a large world with billions of beings. You know what literally all of them do? They get to know each other. Then they talk, compare experiences, meet more people, talk to them, and after you’ve done it with a billion people, a billion years passed”, he grinned. “They talk about philosophy, they practice making artefacts, they make music, they explore complex relationships, they try out all sorts of energies. Some even meditate or worship the Gods… among other things. But you two, you did literally nothing else, and you focused on it with your entire beings. The results were extreme and instantaneous”.

“But wait, I can’t believe that those other angelic beings haven’t been informed of the same things we were. It’s implausible that we were the only ones you told that thing about the accretion of soul stuff and the kalapa fountain in the heart, and the veil between the Absolute and the Relative becoming permeable and eventually letting go completely”, Lord Azazel protested, looking at his father.

“Indeed. Whenever there are new souls there, and that doesn’t actually happen that often, one of us sits them down and explains the fundamentals.”, Shiva confirmed.

“And?”, Kay asked wide-eyed.

“And nothing.”, Shiva shrugged. “They nod, store it for later use and forget about it. They think about all the things that await them in that new beautiful eternal world they arrived in. They think about all the friends they are going to make, about all the things they want to talk about, or do. They have all the time in the world, of course. They are in no hurry. They are Eternals, they are Angels. Or they think what we said doesn’t apply to them, at least not now, as they are; maybe later. Or they think it’s a good idea, get excited about it theoretically, but they don’t actually do anything. And so on”, Rudra took another sip of coffee and grinned.

“My mind fails to process this degree of complacency and reversal of priorities”, Azazel slapped his forehead as if trying to jump-start his brain. “How can anyone be such a fool as to have the means of apotheosis given to them by a God in person, and then waste time fucking around and talking about the colour of shit or whatever it is they do?”

Shakti giggled. “I like his thinking”, she winked at Shiva, who wisped her a box of chocolates.

“But you do get it now, yes?”, Shiva looked pointedly at Azazel and Karuna.

“You mean, the problems and stagnation you talked about, regarding Heaven and the Eternals?”, Kay asked shyly.

“Exactly”, confirmed Lord Rudra. “They aren’t exactly going anywhere, or even seeing a reason to. As far as they are concerned, they have arrived. They are fine. That’s how things are – there are four Gods above them, they are enlightened and eternal, and what’s left there but talk about music and philosophy?”, he mocked.

“I am trying to understand how they are different from those retards in the astral nursery, that third or half or whatever that just sits there and grazes like a herd of damn sheep”, Azazel made a disapproving gesture and sipped coffee.

“They are blue”, added Lady Lakshmi, to which all giggled.

“They are indeed blue”, nodded Vishnu. “Which is why that Jewel of mass destruction, harmful and terrible as it is, looks like the only way to reshuffle that place, unless we resort to nuking it altogether”.

“An interesting concept”, Zee was deep in thought. “They don’t feel like doing what you advised them, thinking it’s merely something Gods do, and it doesn’t apply to them, not realising that the Gods became so by doing exactly that, and then continued doing it because what the fuck else is one to do, other than the best thing there is?”, he grumbled. “But when that insane maggot Sanat Kumar offers them a trap that’s meant to turn them into slaves, fertilizer or his worshippers, because all glory to the One and Only Creator of the World, I guess, or formulates it as a challenge for them to irk their egos, they’ll throw themselves head first into the wood chipper with full enthusiasm”, he finished as lightning started sparking from his eyes, to Kay’s endless amusement and a fit of giggles.

“But look at it this way, my love”, she suggested, “Anyone who gets into that honey pot will actually have to change their thinking and make actual spiritual progress in order to get out, and the alternative would be getting destroyed, rather than being eternally safe. If you’re in a dangerous environment where everything is trying to either enslave or kill you, you don’t have the luxury of sitting in a metaphorical sofa for a zillion years discussing the difference between two shades of blue”, she grinned and blew blue flower petals at her eternal love.

“I guess some people literally need the hard way”, he smiled at his bride. “Or, alternatively, the blue sheep will turn into blue hamburgers”.

“Let me remind you that destruction of eternal angelic beings is still a tragedy”, Lady Lakshmi frowned, not amused by their jokes.

“I apologise, holy Mother of Beauty and Fortune”, Zee bowed and smiled at her. “However, isn’t it a tragedy from a position of the unmanifested brahman that only six people in a zillion years out of how many billions qualified candidates actually bothered to claim it as themselves?”, he countered.

“He does have a point, my love”, answered Lord Vishnu. “If they don’t have a true desire for God, could anyone remind me what exactly would be the point of their eternal existence?”, he looked around, as if truly asking.

“Beeee!”, bleethed Lady Shakti cynically, and everybody did their best not to spill coffee or turn the table over in fits of laughter, with only some of them actually succeeding.

“I’m afraid that the formerly safe existence as an eternal sheep is suddenly going to become much more precarious”, nodded Lord Shiva. “And we will have to wrap up that bloody mess and clean up after ourselves, my darling wife”, he warned.

“Oh goody”, she rolled her eyes. “Can we at least do it in some tropical paradise, sipping cold peach tea?”

“How about a genocidal war zone?”, Shiva grinned.

“Typical”, Shakti grinned, and the rest of the girls giggled.

“Michael, Raphael, are you seeing this?”, a large angelic being called his friends.

“We do indeed, Gabriel”, answered one of them, “But to see is one thing, and to understand it is quite another. It looks like those two newcomers are having some kind of a rapid initiatory phase, or explosive growth, of the kind I have never witnessed before”, concluded Michael. “How is this even possible?”

“I have some ideas, but I’m not sure if they are any good. We’ve seen them visited by Lord Shiva and Lady Lakshmi, when they had a private conversation away from our sight, and all four of them came out to make a proclamation of the dangers of having anything to do with that new world that was recently opened for incarnation under unclear circumstances of a demonic rebellion. After that, the two Gods departed, and those two, apparently husband and wife, remained here, always together and talking only to each other. My understanding is that they have some special relationship with the Gods, or they are themselves Gods in disguise, having a lila, which would explain the extreme energy outbursts of the so far unseen magnitude”, he concluded.

“I don’t know who they are, but I’m observing their outward appearance with great care”, reported Raphael. “They started as perfectly normal beings of blue vajra; the man much stronger than the woman, because she looked like a typical newcomer, while he looked like a mature angelic being of greater wisdom and experience. I could feel some of his thoughts from the distance, and I feel great respect for his maturity and attitude, as he reminds me of Lord Shiva; straight to the point, truthful, able to cut deep into any problem and make reality bleed from it. I love him, honestly. The girl is smart, loving and beautiful, and their paired up instantly, and they seem to be great for each other because they both started growing like crazy since. I’ve never seen such speed of evolution, but that is perhaps due to some sadhana they are performing, and they seem totally absorbed and concentrated in it. I can’t tell what it is, but they grew from normal blue to deep indigo blue very quickly, and now they are deep ultraviolet/magenta, which is the highest frequency I can still perceive, personally. If they continue with this, they will leave my sphere of perception very quickly”, he concluded his detailed report.

The others nodded respectfully, “You are very thorough, my friend, and your precision is greatly appreciated, but how this is possible, is still a mystery”, Michael shrugged.

…

Azazel noticed how both he and his wife evolved from blue through indigo to ultraviolet, as their deep contemplation of the Gods they adored became so deep, as they started perceiving the true nature of the Gods as their own, in a way. He understood with relief that some of his qualities, that he thought were sad relics of his demonic past, that would have to be transformed into something better, were in fact very similar to the mental tools of Lord Shiva, and he also felt how the Lady beside him started spreading her wings like a butterfly leaving the cocoon, accepting aspects of her own greatness and Divinity while adoring and praising the greatness and Divinity of others.

And then the veil within their hearts broke in earnest, and he lost the concept of difference between himself as a being, and the unmanifested Absolute on the other side, flowing in both oceans simultaneously, knowing that it is all him, allowing it to shape him in total surrender, shaping brahman to his will, understanding that the woman beside him is going through the same process and that they both woke up, for the second time, and he couldn’t say what they were now, but he knew they are husband and wife still. They felt the veil of light towards the Relative and willed it to shift, and they emerged in a different reality, opening their new eyes to see the four Gods greeting them.

Their consciousness and power now an ocean without limits, they knelt together before the Gods to salute them and offer their worship, only to hear Lord Vishnu address them:

“Rise, Lord Azazel, Lady Karuna; for there are now six Great Gods atop all of Creation. Praised be your wisdom, devotion, courage, intelligence and perseverance, for they are limitless and peerless. There are now three Divine Couples in our family”, he finished and bowed before them, as Lord Shiva offered Lord Azazel a military salute and a hug, and Lady Lakshmi curtsied to them both and proceeded to hug her daughter, beaming with happiness.

“It’s interesting how several days ago I was talking to that idiot Sanat Kumar, who dreamed of becoming a God by reducing everybody”, Zee told Mahadeva. “I guess my approach was more fruitful in the end, Father”, he laughed, as Shiva clapped his shoulder and invited them all for a cup of coffee.