Herobrine in Marvel...again

I remember someone asked if Ender named a squid.

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Ender let out a frustrated sigh as he floated above the scene, staring at the massive, blocky, tentacled creature that was causing the rifts between End and Overworld. Its appearance was strangely familiar—its many writhing, geometric tentacles bore a certain resemblance to the Many-Angled Ones or the Old Ones, but with a ridiculous twist itself like some kind of cosmic junkie. Every now and then, one of its tentacles would lazily swipe at a nearby rift, creating more of the rifts it was feasting on. The whole scene resembled something out of a comic sketch.

"Why is it always the overgrown octopus types?" Ender muttered to himself, staring at the culprit the blocky, tentacled creature floated lazily in the void between the End and the Overworld. The thing looked like a parody of an ancient cosmic horror—if cosmic horrors came with square tentacles, derpy eyes, and an almost cartoonishly comical appetite.

"Really? This is what I have to deal with?" Ender muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. He had just finished getting the Endizens back to the End through the portals, and now he was left staring at what could only be described as a giant, blocky, gluttonous space octopus. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as it squirmed and gorged itself on rift energy.

The creature let out a contented, deep rumble that suspiciously sounded like a burp, and another rift opened up. It was so absurdly cartoonish that Ender almost wanted to laugh.

"Can't a universe not be without these weird overgrown octopuses?" he muttered, eyeing the creature. It wasn't exactly evil, more like an annoying cosmic bum. The kind of thing that came into a galaxy ate up all the snacks and left a mess behind.

Ender's gaze narrowed as he analyzed the situation. It was a powerful entity, sure, more powerful than him in terms of raw energy, but it wasn't really malevolent. In fact, it was more like a gluttonous child who didn't know when to stop. Sure, it was a danger, but he wasn't about to risk jumping into a lengthy, drawn-out cosmic battle over something so ridiculous. He had more important things to do, like, you know, raising his daughter.

Agni was growing fast, and every time he looked back at her, he couldn't help but smile. The little girl was constantly surprising him—like when she used psionic energy to try to "boom" a Celestial. She was already challenging the cosmic order, and he couldn't afford to miss a moment of her childhood.

(He learned that through his connection with his women)

"No, no... I'm not about to fight you for years, octopus-thing," he muttered. "I have a daughter to dote on, and that comes first."

Ender snapped his fingers, setting up some countermeasures in the rift area. The rifts were still open, but he made sure they wouldn't cause any major disturbances for the next few years. The creature would be stuck here, happily eating its way through space, but it wouldn't be able to spread or cause damage for a while. He set up some containment fields, ensuring that no new rifts would open unless the creature moved. "This should do for now. If it doesn't move, I'll just come back in a few years and give it a gentle push. Or something."

With a satisfied nod, Ender turned his attention back to the End, where he could already sense Agni calling for him, her little giggles echoing in his mind.

"Ah, but who am I kidding," he sighed with a smile. "Fighting a cosmic monster is a lot easier than dealing with a toddler throwing tantrums because she can't have ice cream."

He took one last look at the space monster, giving it a wave. "Enjoy your snack, buddy. I have got more important things to do now."

And with that, he teleported back to the End, his thoughts immediately drifting to his daughter's latest adventure in trying to destroy the furniture in the house with her newfound psionic powers. It was going to be another long day of cosmic babysitting.

(Atum: A Cosmic Dilemma)

"I really don't know how to face Mom and Dad after what I have done in Celestial Heliopolis," Atum muttered, pacing back and forth in his golden chamber. "I mean, technically, it's not my fault. Technically. But now… I'm supposed to inherit their throne? Yeah, that's not happening. Nope. Not in a million cycles."

He sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, ruling over Amaunet's pantheon is already harder than I thought. Like, seriously, how does Dad even do it? And why didn't anyone warn me that gods are basically overgrown toddlers with divine egos?"

A soft, hesitant voice interrupted his musings. "A-Atum… are you sure t-that your parents won't be angry?" Amaunet's voice came from the corner of the room. Or, more accurately, the corner where she was attempting to hide, though, given her penchant for staying invisible, hiding was basically second nature to her.

Atum turned, his eyes narrowing. "Amaunet, you know I can see you, right? Mom gave me that artifact to track you, and I didn't even need to use it. You are not as invisible as you think."

Amaunet let out a tiny squeak, her shimmering form flickering into visibility for a moment before fading again. "I-I just don't want to upset them," she stammered. "Y-your parents are… really scary."

"You think they are scary?" Atum said, his voice rising in disbelief. "I AM their son, and even I'm terrified! Do you have any idea how awkward this is? It's like… like… bringing a foreign girlfriend home to meet your overprotective parents! And not just any girlfriend, but one you kinda accidentally made Queen of another pantheon!"

Amaunet's shimmering form flickered again, this time revealing her blushing, flustered face. "I-I didn't ask to be a queen! I-it's not my fault you made me one!" she protested, her voice as small as a whisper. "A-and I'm not your g-girlfriend…"

Atum groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about! I can't handle this kind of pressure. Responsibilities? No, thank you. I'd rather fight Set and Chthon a hundred times over than deal with this whole god-king business. Mom and Dad are going to kill me!"

He paused, his mind racing. "Wait a second… Aunt Ignia!" A sly grin spread across his face as he imagined his fiery aunt stepping in. "She is my trump card. Her common sense is so… uniquely questionable that even Mom and Dad can't deal with her. I'll get her to back me up. Problem solved."

Amaunet tilted her head shyly, her voice barely audible. "Y-you really think Lady Ignia can help?"

"Absolutely!" Atum said confidently, though his voice cracked slightly at the end. "She has always been on my side. She will probably think this whole situation is a great idea and tell Mom and Dad to chill out. Easy peasy!"

Amaunet's form shimmered as she fiddled with her hands nervously. "W-what if… your mom a-and dad think I'm… not good enough?"

Atum froze, staring at her. "Amaunet," he said firmly, "you are literally the most powerful goddess in your pantheon. You are kind, gentle, and, uh… you are not like the others." He coughed, suddenly feeling awkward. "Mom's gonna love you. Probably. Maybe."

"But w-what about your dad?" she whispered, her eyes wide with worry.

Atum shuddered. "Oh, Dad's definitely going to grill me for this. I can already hear him now. 'Atum, how could you not tell us about Amaunet earlier? Atum, why are you running a pantheon? Atum, why are you afraid of responsibilities?'" He sighed, slumping into his throne. "He doesn't get it. I'm not afraid of responsibilities; I just… strongly dislike them. There's a difference."

Amaunet giggled softly, covering her mouth. "You are really bad at lying, y-you know."

"Hey, cut me some slack," Atum grumbled. "You try explaining this mess to my parents without getting turned into cosmic dust."

(Ignia)

"Aww, my little baby, who is going to burn those Celestials to ashes? You, Agni! Yes, you are~" Ignia cooed, playfully wiggling her fiery locks as Agni giggled, waving her tiny hands excitedly in an attempt to grab the flaming strands.

"Uwahha~!" Agni babbled, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

Oshtur, sitting nearby, sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. "No, Agni, you won't be doing anything like that. Right, Agni? You won't attack a Celestial, and you will definitely NOT burn one to ashes unless provoked… right?" She pleaded, her voice laced with a desperate kind of hope only a tired mother could muster.

Agni blinked at her Aunt Oshtur, her chubby fingers forming a tiny pew pew gesture.

"Pewpoom~!" she squealed, and a faint psionic blast—more like a soft breeze—brushed across the room.

Oshtur groaned, throwing her hands up. "This is exactly why I told Gaia not to leave Agni with you," she grumbled, shooting Ignia a glare. "At this rate, she is going to start vaporizing planets before she can even walk properly."

"Tch, not my fault our little Agni is destined for greatness," Ignia smirked, smugly hugging Agni closer. "And technically, I haven't taught her anything dangerous… yet."

Oshtur sighed again, missing Gaia's presence. Their elder sister had left for Asgard to warn Buri about the incoming Celestial threat. If she were here, at least someone would balance out Ignia's reckless encouragement.

Suddenly, their musings were interrupted by a sharp, haughty voice.

"Oy, Silver and Fireball, do you two know who that giant guy outside is, weeping like someone stole his lover?"

The sisters turned toward the source of the voice. Descending from above, shining like an overcharged celestial tube light, was a woman with striking golden hair and enormous, radiant wings. Her regal, holier-than-thou expression was one they knew well.

Lucifer.

Oshtur raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, if it isn't Heaven's Tsundere-in-Chief. What brings you here? Don't tell me—you 'totally weren't' coming to see Ender?" she teased with a knowing smirk.

Lucifer scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hmph! As if I would waste my precious time seeking him out! I am here because of the Celestial disturbance, obviously!" She tossed her hair dramatically, her wings fluttering with self-importance. "Yahweh already decreed that the angels are not to interfere, but as the strongest and most competent among them, I decided to inspect the situation myself."

Oshtur rolled her eyes. "Right. Because 'coincidentally' showing up exactly where Ender is has nothing to do with him."

Lucifer clicked her tongue. "Tch, of course not!"

Then, just as she was about to launch into another dramatic monologue, her sharp eyes finally landed on Agni.

And her entire demeanor melted.

"Oh my stars," she gasped, her voice suddenly several times softer.

Agni, staring up at her with wide, fascinated eyes, reached her tiny hands toward Lucifer's glowing wings, her fingers opening and closing as if trying to grab them.

Lucifer's regal posture wavered. Her hands twitched. A faint, traitorous squee almost escaped her lips.

No. She was Lucifer, the Morning Star, the strongest archangel! She did not get weak over tiny mortal-like babies!

…But Agni's green, starry eyes were too much.

"Hmph. Well. I suppose I can grant this child the honor of being held by the strongest angel herself," Lucifer muttered, cheeks slightly pink as she carefully reached for Agni.

Ignia smirked. "Oh? So the 'strongest angel' has a soft spot for cute little babies now?"

Lucifer turned her nose up. "D-Don't be ridiculous! I simply—simply—acknowledge that one of Ender's children would naturally have divine qualities worthy of my attention!"

Before anyone could call her out on her obvious motherly instincts, Agni giggled and, in a surprising feat of baby strength, grabbed onto Lucifer's wing and gave it a tiny yank.

Lucifer froze.

Then, with an undignified yelp, she practically cradled Agni against her chest like the most precious thing in existence. "O-Okay, okay, I get it, you like my wings—here, take my hand instead, you little troublemaker," she cooed, offering Agni a finger to grab.

Agni squealed happily, gripping Lucifer's finger like she had just won the lottery.

Ignia smirked. "The 'strongest angel' is getting played by a baby."

Oshtur snickered. "And she's loving it."

Lucifer huffed but couldn't hide the tiny, adoring smile forming on her lips as Agni babbled happily in her arms.

And just like that, the strongest archangel in Heaven was utterly defeated, by one tiny, giggling, very smug little baby.

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I am loving the baby moments, aah kawai~

I dunno why I skipped Atum's baby days maybe I will make some Omake or flashback.