Aeon of Creation Chapter 26

After my trolling of the Genius's of Herta's Space Station, I retreated back to the Astral Express and inside of my own room I was in the worst mental state possible.

Was I depressed, angry, or melancholic? Nope not particularly. I was just bored honestly.

And a bored god was one of the most dangerous things. 

"Hmm just Skyrim is wrong, no I need to go above and beyond as not everyone likes a mere fantasy world." I mused before it hit me and a minature circular castle formed in front of me that floated above my hands.

I smiled as the circular floating castle glowed and I pushed my power greatly into the castle as I created and expanded space within the castle's layers forming ten layers. Then... At the thought of all the work in creating ten different worlds I let the castle float across the room over to the table that contained the floating mimicry of Jarilo IV.

"Meh... I am bored, but making ten whole worlds sounds like too much work." I muttered as I rolled over and pushed my face into my pillow.

Truly. I was the worst kind of god/Aeon there was.

Then I refocused on the minature planet of Jarilo IV as I felt. The power of another Aeon flare to life. But it wasn't an Aeon glancing at someone or someone becoming a pathstrider.

I frowned as the concentrated power of an Aeon rang out on the planet and I strode over to the minature planet and saw where Belebog obviously was... Was a source of power that clearly belonged to the Amber Lord.

Then it hit me. "The IPC... I thought they woudn't be active on Jarilo IV until at least we got past the Xianzhou or something?" I muttered with a frown before I shrugged and messaged the Astral Express group chat.

[Got called back over to Belebog for something. I can teleport back onto the Astral Express so long as you guys aren't in transit if you guys decide to leave. Don't worry about me.]

Stelle being herself just sent an emoji of herself popping out of a trashcan and giving a thumbs up. So I took that as giving notice so Himeko didn't get worried about me.

So with a flare of power that I am sure set off every alarm on Madame Herta's space station I teleported back to the planet Jarilo VI.

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"Boss all our ships cannons and other weapons can't get past the energy shields of that Emanator tree!" An IPC agent spoke hurriedly to their boss.

A woman with white hair and red highlights scowled as she brushed a hand across her face. "What the hell kind of Emanator is that... The moment we landed to demand our debt repaid, it just closed off the entire damned city."

Topaz one of the ten Stonehearts, one of the leaders of the IPC's on the ground and combat members was at a loss for how to react as Emanator's weren't a common thing.

As they were all planetary if not higher level beings who could destroy planets and solar systems by pulling at the power of their patron Aeon. And seeing the clearly Emanator tree spirit just forming a barrier was odd to say the least.

"Miss Topaz, is it possible that the tree is an Emanator of the Amber Lord... I mean maybe that's why it didn't attack us and it's barrier is amberish anyway." An analyst spoke a bit unsurely.

But then Topaz's face pinched as her yellow Stoneheart that had the color of topaz heated up on her body as though in warning. And then the barrier created by the tree Emanator faded away.

Topaz however... Did not relax at all. As she felt a heavy divine gaze all too similar to the Amber Lord's own gaze upon her form and combined with what she just realized she knew she was completely out of her depths.

"The new Creation Aeon... He is here, and he created the tree Emanator." Topaz spoke with a hiss before she sagged in place and literally just shrugged.

"Fuck it, all of you. We are pulling out now! We can mess with the Astral Express and even conquer this planet to settle our debt they owe the IPC. But trying to play hard ball with an Aeon who is already known to be as erratic as the damned Elation is just asking for a fate worse then death." Topaz spoke hurriedly and with clear fear.

But then a whisper rang out through the ship that made everyone's hair rise. "Oh? Leaving after trying to shoot my tree down for being too pretty? That is rather rude."

And Topaz froze as a heavy as a mountain hand landed on her shoulder and that voice whispered like a serpent slithering into her ear. "I am sure as an orphan like yourself. You do not know this fear, but you will... You will speak of the chankla for the rest of your days."

Then in instant Topaz's mind went back to the orphanage ran by her fellow Stoneheart Jade and that blasted rubber slipper... And then blinding pain rang out and a screaming chorus rang out as all the soldier's scientists, engineer's felt raw agony run through them as a sharp clapping noise rang out in unison.

But it didn't stop... As the Creation Aeon sealed their fates with a whisper of doom. "Ten Thousand Handed Chankla Buddha Vajra." 

"There is a population of a million citizens on Belebog... You will all share a strike for the fear you caused each citizen."

And screams rang out as countless slapping noises of rubber high speed slippers slapped the IPC members across their bodies as though their mother's found out they had skipped their final exams because they played games too long the previous night.