God of Destruction: Living Among Mortals

Nova drifted into the celestial palace of Inner Heaven, where Freya casually played with her children. As his spirit lingered closer to Freya's chamber, her omniscience was currently turned off, so she didn't suspect him. He saw her patting her stomach gently, like how a pregnant woman would.

His mind drifted, his mouth slightly open, astonished by the sight he was currently seeing. She is caressing her stomach, like a pregnant lady, and we had sex about... oh yeah, that makes sense. I did go a bit rougher than usual. I guess it makes sense that she is pregnant. I think...

He drifted right before Freya's chamber, knocking on the door gently, as his divinity flowed through him again. Freya slowly opened the door, seeing Nova generating a rose out of thin air and giving it to her. She chuckled as he picked her up by the legs, walking inside to ease her.

He gently put her down on the bed, then sat next to her. He was very excited as he connected the dots again. If she were pregnant, that would mean she would have a bump, and in front of him, she clearly had a bump.

"Are you pregnant?" Nova asked, curious, even though he knew the answer. His voice was laced with excitement, his eyes resembling those of a puppy, his smile growing wider by the nanosecond.

"Yes," she looked at him first, then back at her belly, as he grew closer and closer, eventually coming into a warm embrace. After the embrace, he kissed her softly, then got out of bed to dance. "I knew you were going to dance. You're so energetic all the time, I don't know how to generate it."

"Well, of course, I am energetic. We're gonna have a child together!" He exclaimed.

He danced more, as Freya gently laughed, watching him as he spun in delight. The room shimmered brighter as the God of Destruction illuminated with energy and light. His divinity was creating waves of golden light that rippled across the room.

"Nova," Freya called softly, her voice mixed with amusement and warmth. "If you keep flooding the palace with that much energy, the children of Heaven will never nap again."

He stopped mid-spin, grinning sheepishly, then returned to her side in an instant. After sitting down, he reached for her hands, squeezing them tenderly.

"I just can't help it. This changes everything. You and I, our child. A being born from both of us. Two Supreme Gods, representing the duality of nature itself. Imagine the possibilities. And imagine if it's a girl, maybe she is more dominant in creation rather than destruction, or if it's a boy, maybe he's more dominant in destruction, or vice versa."

Freya tilted her head, her eyes radiating like galaxies orbiting around the Hugger, also known as the Great Attractor. "I have imagined it. Many times. A soul that will inherit your fire and my wisdom. But Nova, raising a child in Heaven is no small task. It's not just our joy that will shape them, but also the weight of the cosmos pressing against their destiny."

Her words deepened his determination to raise their child. "Then we'll face it together. No force in inner Heaven or beyond can break us. I will make sure of it. This child will not carry the burden of divinity alone; they'll carry our love first."

Before Freya would utter another word, another sharp knock on the door emerged. This one was louder and echoed more stridently across her chamber. Nova went to inspect it, giving Freya a quick kiss on the forehead. He left the bed cautiously, as he didn't want to risk anything, no matter how strong he was; caution was mandatory.

He opened the door to see a monkey-like being as tall as him. He knew instantly who it was. Then the figure that even he feared, even though he was the strongest in this universe, appeared in front of him, smiling blissfully.

Nova dropped his guard and smirked as he let the figure and his three generals in. Freya was stunned, then smiled, realizing who it was. She wanted to get up to greet them, but wasn't able. However, the figure came to her and kissed her hand, then went to Nova's side.

"I see you're playing house with the mortals. Is it fun?" The figure said, his voice deep and gentle.

Nova responded with a smile and nod: "I think it's fun. Mortals are so careless about stuff that doesn't concern them, and maybe that's why I like them. They will be in the moment, rather than thinking about the past or dwelling on the future. And the pain and struggle they face, since they are so weak, only adds to the fun."

"I see," the figure comprehended. He realized that when he was a mortal, things weren't like that for him. He was criticized, called a demon, and became an outcast, even though he was the prince of his village. "I guess the mortals in this universe aren't as bad as the mortals in my universe. Though mortals will remain mortals, and that's why staying a mortal wasn't an option for me."

Nova nodded. Then the figure put his hand on Nova's shoulder and said: "Be careful, Apollo seems to be crafting something dangerous that will change the world you live in, if you don't stop him. And as a word of advice, be there for your child as much as possible, even if you play house with the mortals, a child needs both its parents to develop properly and be nurtured."

The figure looked down at the floor, remembering his childhood and how his father didn't seem to like him, as his mother would give up her life for him. He shook his head, then headed out the door, waving at them, before he and his three generals disappeared, faster than Nova could blink.

Nova eased back into the bed, gathering Freya carefully against his chest. No words passed between them; only the steadiness of his heartbeat. The silence was deafening, yet comforting, wrapping them in a stillness that even the cosmos dared not disturb. His arms remained around her, his presence unwavering, as he continued to comfort, staying there for a moment longer.